The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Anthem

We're in Spanish class and Mr. Schue writes: REGRESAR on white board. Mike and Puck, sitting on each side of me, are throwing paper balls, attacking Finn and the Cheerios! sitting in the rows behind us.

Mr. Schue turns to us and Mike ceases fire of our friends, "Regresar. Who knows what that means?"

Everyone seems to ignore him or in Mike's case want to throw the paper ball at Finn. He looks at me to give him the answer, "To come back."

He looks at Mike to cough up the paper ball and repeats my answer, "To come back."

As the bell rings, dismissing the class, Puck throws his arm around by shoulder as we leave, making me giggle as I try to squirm out of his grasp. We get out of the class and see notebooks and papers litter the hallway floor. Someone screams in the background. Sue is storming down the hall, clearly angry, and she's taking her anger out on any of the students who was unfortunately in her warpath.

She reaches Puck and I stopping to scowl, "You wanna know how I feel about hats?" She rips the beanie off my head, pulling my hair with it, making me wince in pain as she gets in my face, screaming, "Just cause!"

Then she turns away, grabs Tina by the shoulders and throws her against the lockers, "Just cause! None of you should be making eye contact with me. Get out! Go!"

Hearing her screaming, many of the students around us start whimpering and run in the opposite direction. But us Glee kids just stop and stare at her confused by this outburst, "Get used to this abuse Glee kids! I got nothin' but time."

Sue turns to me and slams the books I'd just got out of my locker onto the ground at Puck's feet, "Nothing but time."

She storms down the hall, leaving us confused and to check on each other. I help Tina up from the ground as I collect my books off the ground. She and I link arms as we shuffle to Glee. When we walk in together and see the tormentor herself, "This can't be happening."

Artie rolls up beside Tina, "Yeah, this does seem like a terrible idea."

Mr. Schue slams on the piano, playing a cluster of clashing chords, "Guys! It's not up for discussion, okay?Now it's no secret that Coach Sylvester has taken her licks."

Santana shakes her head, "I mean... just wanky..."

"And I believe that she could use a little sympathy from us."

Mercedes and I share an appalled look. I set my jaw as I cross my arms but Mercedes stands up, stopping me before I said something driven by anger, "Sympathy? From us? Nuh uh."

"Yeah, all she's ever done is make our lives miserable. She got exactly what she deserved," Quinn points out, cueing a slew of memories involving Sue Sylvester and her torment.

Mr. Schue calls us to order again, stopping the reminders of the past, "Guys...! Coach Sylvester has had her recent setbacks but she is a proven champion. We could do worse than to have that winning record in our midst."

She stands up, meeting Mr. Schue beside the piano, "Let me break it down for you. I'm no longer a threat to you people. I'm just hoping that your singing and dancing around will pull me out of my doldrums and give me a reason to live... Is that too much to ask?"

"Guys, it's settled. Sue's going to be with us for the week. Now, I received a envelope in the mail today. I know that we're facing Kurt and the Warblers at Regionals."

"Sweet Porcelain..." Sue coos, remembering Kurt fondly.

Mr. Schue continues, rolling his eyes at the woman, "And it looks like this year, we face Oral Intensity again. It seems that the governing board has assigned a theme to this year's Regionals and part of our score will be based on how we interpret it. This year's theme: Anthem. Now who can tell us who what an anthem is?"