Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 38

"Okay, everyone, settle down," Mr. Schue called. "I've got some bad news. Puck drove his mom's Volvo through the front of a convenience store, and drove off with the ATM. He's in juvie."

The room suddenly broke out into chatter. "It was only a matter of time," said Tina.

"When is he getting out?" Ryan questioned.

"Unknown."

"He's the dumbest person on this planet and that's coming from me," Brittney said, giggling.

"Guys!" Mr. Schue said sternly. "Let's have some sympathy? We can't look at this as a crisis! We should look at this as an opportunity!"

"For what? Further embarrassment and humiliation?" Quinn asked sarcastically. They'd been getting continuously slushied ever since classes had started, no one in their right mind was going to join them.

Mr. Schue smiled. "To welcome in our newest member, Sam Evans!"

All eyes turned toward the blonde boy who jogged into the room, smiling. "Hey everybody, I'm Sam. Sam I am. And I don't like green eggs and ham."

"Oh wow, he has no game," Santana smirked to Brittney.

"Okay, this is gonna be great," Finn said loudly, standing up. "You're not gonna regret joining." He gestured Sam over to a seat, and Sam sat down beside Ryan as everyone clapped.

Ryan smiled. "Nice of you to join us." He got a smile back in return.

"Now," Mr. Schue said. "Question for the group. What's a duet?"

Ryan raised his hand, but Brittney beat him to it. "A blanket." Ryan rolled his eyes while Finn nodded with a smile.

"A duet is a when two voices combine to become one. Great duets are like a great marriage," Mr. Schue explained. Ryan put his hand down, sighing resignedly. Why did he ask if he didn't want anyone to answer? But then, Mr. Schue didn't really listen to what he had to say much anyways.

"The singers complement each other, push each other to be better," Mr. Schue continued. "The point of the duet is to combine the best parts about your voices and use them to make the performance better than it would be if a single person sang by himself. So this week, I want you to pair up and sing a duet. And," he added, "since you all seemed to enjoy the diva-off last year, I'm making this into a competition."

"What's the winner get?" Mike asked interestedly.

Mr. Schue smiled. "Dinner for two, on me, at Breadstix." The room exploded into excited chatter again, with everyone suddenly getting competitive. Ryan and Quinn glanced at each other, smiling. They had this.

..

After the meeting Quinn and Ryan were walking to class. They turned around when the heard Kurt and Sam talking behind them.

"I don't dye my hair, dude," Sam said.

"Yeah you do."

"I'm gonna go, 'cause you're kinda freaking me out," Sam said slowly.

"Okay, wait, wait. Maybe my instincts were a little off," Kurt hurried. "Let me make it up to you. Team up with me for the duet competition. Let's face it, unless you team up with him," he nodded at Ryan, "you're not going to win."

"Thanks," Ryan called over dryly.

"I'm your best bet," Kurt continued.

"Aren't duets supposed to be between a girl and a guy?" Sam wondered.

"Gene Kelley and Donald O'Connor would protest," Kurt said. "Make 'Em Laugh? Singing in the Rain? 1952? Maybe you are straight," he muttered at Sam's look of confusion. Ryan hid a smirk.