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MR. SCHUESTER SENT HUNTER a smile and a nod as they boy entered the choir room, "You sitting in again?"
Hunter nodded, as Santana grabbed his hand and dragged him to sit with her and Brittany, "If that's okay."
"Of course it is," Mr. Schuester nodded, before addressing the club as they had all settled down, "Alright guys, let's get down to business! First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman. Puck, I hope your time in juvey has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong?"
Puck let out a scoff, "Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day."
"Oh, what a catch, can't believe I ever let you go." Quinn hummed, rolling her eyes, making Hunter laugh and high-five her.
"And now, drumroll, Finn!" Mr. Schue ordered to boy, who did one on the drumkit, "Because I have in my hand our competition for sectionals next month. First, the a 'Capella group from the all-boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers."
Santana held her hand up, "Okay, hold up. Like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head."
From beside her, Hunter awkwardly cleared his throat as Mr. Schuester ignored the cheerleader and continued reading the letter, "And the other team to beat, the Hipsters. A first-year club from the [?] township continuing education programme. Now, they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school GEDs."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, "Is that legal?"
"How are we supposed to compete against a bunch of adorable old people?" Mercedes asked.
"Are you kidding? Brittle bones. Give one of those old ladies a good luck pat on the rear, it'll shatter her pelvis." Puck smirked.
"Or you could just not do that." Hunter said.
"Moving on," Mr. Schuester sighed, "Since this seems to get you guys jazzed about sectionals last year, I wanna make this week our second annual boys versus girls tournament. So! Split up into two groups, and, uh, figure out which songs you're gonna sing. Hunter, I was thinking you could help both groups."
"Sure." Hunter nodded as everyone split into their gendered groups, Kurt moving to the girls' side.
"Kurt, gonna say it again. Boys team." Mr. Schuester said without turning around.
Kurt frowned, joining the boys, Hunter wrapping an arm around the shorter boy's shoulder.
