Finn's POV:
Mr Shu: Great work guys! Go on, take a break!
*Everyone starts to leave the club*
Finn: Hey Rach, are we still up for spaghetti bolognaise tonight?
Rachel: Of course… oh my god!
Finn: What?
Rachel: Look…
I turn around and see a figure slumped against the lockers; he's wearing a football jacket and with a blonder Bieber cut, everyone is staring…
Finn: Is that Sam?
Artie: I don't… I think…
I run over and turn around to face him, he right eye is barely visible because his bruised skin is swollen around it, what I can see of his eye is bloodshot and staring into nothing…
Sam's POV:
Finn: Sam… Sam… are you ok?
Sam: What, hmm… ouch…
I sit up, my head is spinning and I can barely see out of my right eye, my cheek has swelled up over it and it's aching like anything,
Finn: Sam! What the hell happened man?
Sam: I don't… I think…
Finn: What happened to your eye, that doesn't look good to me…?
Sam: It doesn't feel good either
Finn: Come on let's get you to the nurse
Sam: Nah… no… I just need an ice pack
Finn helps me get to my feet; I turn around and see the whole glee club
Sam: Oh god…
Mr Shu: Sam… who did this?
Sam: It doesn't matter I just need an ice pack
Mr Shu: Sam… this is bullying and…
Sam: I just need a freakin' ice pack!
Finn put's his hand on my shoulder; he leads me past the club and takes me over to student services, he sits me in the sick bay and then walks through to the health room to fetch me and ice pack, he hands it to me and I hold it up against my eye
Finn: You've got to cool it a little dude, Mr Shu was just trying' to help you
Sam: I don't need molly cradling, I'm not a baby
Finn: Things aren't going well at home are they?
Sam: Not much of a home, I'm still living in a freakin' motel, and no, dad still hasn't found a job
Finn: They've got a night spot open for a janitor in the school
Sam: Really… I don't know
Finn: If you need the money, a job is still a job
Sam: I guess… I'll talk to him about it…
Finn: How's that eye?
I pull back the ice pack and turn to face him
Finn: Looking good Sam, looking good…
Quinn's POV:
Rachel: So any advances on this secret admirer of yours?
Quinn: No…
I pull open my locker and see a small white teddy sat on the middle shelf, he clutches a little red heart in his hands, written on the red heart in white stitches that is the words "I love you". I stoop down and pick him up.
Rachel: Aww he's so cute, another gift from their secret admirer?
Quinn: I guess so, but there's no note…
Rachel: Yeah there is! Look, in his little coat pocket!
I slip the fabric away from the button and pull out the small piece of paper and unfold it, once again there's just a little red love heart drawn onto it
Rachel: That's so sweet
Quinn: Why can' they just sign their name?
Rachel: Then they wouldn't be a SECRET admirer!
Quinn: Ha-ha, good point!
Rachel: Put it with the roses and the note
I reach up and put him on the top shelf
Quinn: Ha-ha! What shall I call him?
Rachel: Tommy?
Quinn: Mickey?
Rachel: Danny?
Quinn: How about… Alfie…?
Rachel: Alfie… I like that!
Quinn: Alfie it is then!
We laugh and link arms and walk off together…