Tina and Puck!
Puck was no rocket scientist, but he found that he didn't need to be to figure out that bringing up Chang had been a bad move. There was a distinctive change in Tina's body language, one that screamed miserable louder than any of the music here at the party could come close to overpowering. It was kind of a mood killer, he wasn't gonna lie. "Still? Why are you saying still, like you're waiting for him to come back and sweep you up into his arms? Chang ditched you, Tina. I know it's a bitch to process, but you gotta stop all this sulking, take a look at the big picture, and move on, all right? You're hot, you're young, and you've got a kickass voice. Don't let Chang and his issues bring you down." Puck was probably the last person in the world that Tina wanted advice from, but there it was.
Puck followed Tina's gaze outward, knowing - without even looking - what she had been searching for. Ah, son of a bitch. He was really going to have to be the one to knock some sense into her, wasn't he? Where the hell was Mercedes when you needed her? Puck was no good at giving advice to chicks. They cried, they got all emotional, and they didn't take anything that he said well because he was a dude who couldn't possibly understand what they were going through. It was kind of annoying. And by kind of, he meant it was really annoying. "He's not gonna come over here," Puck pointed out, a little more gently than his first insistent rant.