The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Duets

"All right, let's, uh- let's gather round. Sorry I'm late, guys. I was with Principal Figgins. Bad news, guys. Puckerman's in juvie," Mr. Schue informs us earning collective groans, snickers, or comments along the line of "It really was just a matter of time".

From the moment 'juvie' fell upon Mr. Schue's lips, I was angry. Angry at his actions, his selfishness, mostly his stupidity. "What did he do?"

"He drove his mom's Volvo through the front of a convenience store, and drove off with the ATM."

Finn's typically kind eyes had such an undeniable fire of hatred and anger. He and I look at each other, me slowly signing "I'm going to kill him" which Kaydon, who's sitting behind him, understands and laughs. He sternly nods, groaning in frustration, "A-And when is he getting out?"

"Unknown."

"He might be the dumbest person on this planet, and that's coming from me," Finn insults and every last one of us exclaimed our terms of agreement.

Puck was many things, an occasional sweet guy, a badass, a definite jackass and jerk, but I never thought he was stupid enough as to commit a crime.

Mr. Schue is astonished by our reactions regarding Puck, more surprised by our collective anger than that Puck was currently sitting in Juvie, "Guys! Let's have some sympathy."

I spring out of my chair like a Jack in the Box, knocking over my chair, "For a guy who put his needs before the team's? We need his voice, and his bad-boy stage presence. Puck's many things but I never expected him to be a criminal."

"We can't look at this as a crisis. It's an opportunity."

"For what? Further embarrassment and humiliation?" Rachel inquires, gaining a mischievous smile from Mr. Schuester.

"For welcoming our new member, Sam Evans!"

Then the tall muscled blonde walks into the room with everyone's undivided attention on him. The guy's look at each other, smiling, remembering us singing 'Billionaire' with him weeks ago.

My anger disappears when I see my goofy football buddy, making me momentarily forget about Puck. I run over to him, giving him a rib crushing hug, "Sam!"

Once we've let go of each other, Sam turns toward the rest of the club, who has raised eyebrows at our interaction, "How's it going? Hey, everybody. I'm Sam. Sam I am. And I don't like green eggs and ham."

I lightly laugh as I find my seat in between Mercedes and Kurt. Santana rolls her eyes, unamused by Sam's joke, "Oh, wow. He has no game."

"Okay! This is gonna be great. You're not going to regret joining, Sam," Finn shakes his hand while looking at me, silently asking for an explanation that I couldn't give him.

Now that Mr. Schue's broke the Puckerman news and the introduction of Sam, he turns to his blank whiteboard with marker in hand. He quickly scribbles big letters, four letters that spelled out: DUET. "Question for the group. What's a duet?"

Britt raises her hand, "A blanket."

We all just look at her in confusion, astonished by her response that was so exceptionally off base. I'm still concerned on how she managed to pass the 3rd grade the first time.

Mr. Schue chooses to ignore her, continuing the lesson, "A duet is when two voices join to become one. Great duets are like a great marriage. The singers compliment each other, push each other to be better. Now, some people-"

Kurt hits my leg and Mercedes' crossed arms, taking our attention from Mr. Schue, who's explaining the history of duets, "Psst. He's on 'team gay'. No straight boy dyes his hair to look like Linda Evangelista circa 1993."