"Chang, I want my money!"
Mike hitched his bag up higher on his back. "I can't pay you, Puck. I thought we went over this."
"No! I need that hundred dollars, man! It's important!"
"I thought you were joking, okay?"
"Well, I wasn't!"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Look, Puck, I literally don't have a hundred dollars to give to you. I don't get paid until the end of the month. So unless you can think of something else, you're out of luck."
They stopped by the door to the choir room. Puck exhaled loudly in frustration, but Mike just watched him, unimpressed.
"Tell you what. I'll make another bet, double or nothing."
"And why would I agree to that?"
"I'll bet you I can make the entire Glee club speechless."
"Right, by flashing them all. I could do that."
"Nope. Just using words. And I won't lie, either."
Puck raised his eyebrows, interested. "No one can do that."
"Watch me. And I'm including you in this, by the way."
"You're on." Puck said, grinning. "We need a time limit, though."
"Before Schuester walks in."
"You're giving yourself less than five minutes, Chang. You sure about that?"
"Are you doubting the Changster?"
"Shake on it, then."
The two teens shook hands, and then walked into the choir room, taking their regular seats. The rest of the club was already there, caught up in lively discussion.
"Statistically, though, that isn't normal." Artie was saying. "I mean, three gays out of thirteen of us? The odds are pretty low."
"I'm bisexual, you moron." Santana said, hand tightly clasped in Brittany's.
"And this is Glee club." Quinn said, filing her nails. "We should probably be surprised that more of us aren't gay."
Puck, only half-paying attention to the discussion, looked up to see Schuester reaching for the door of the choir room. He glanced meaningfully at Mike, but Mike just smiled.
Before Schuester could seal Mike's fate, though, he was stopped by the mild-mannered pianist who had been lurking outside the door. Puck scowled.
"How do we know that more of us aren't?" Santana said. "I mean, we don't know that there aren't more closet cases, just waiting to come out."
"Do you really think so?" Finn asked. "Wouldn't they have come out already, though?"
"Oh yes. I can't think why they would want to stay in the closet, with the acceptance McKinley has so readily provided." Kurt said primly.
Finn frowned. "I don't really understand what you just said. Do you mean there probably is, or there probably isn't?"
Puck drummed his fingers on his knee. Schuester was taking an awful long time, and he really could use those two hundred dollars….
"Well, there might be some girls, I guess." Artie hazarded. "But with guys, can't you just tell anyways?"
"If this is a slight against my clothing, so help me Abrams-"
"He's kind of right, though." Tina said. "I mean, no offense Kurt, but we could kind of tell, even before. But I had no idea Santana and Brittany were gay-"
"-bisexual!"
"Right, whatever." Quinn said, rolling her eyes. "But you have to admit, it is easier to tell with guys."
At this point, Puck wasn't paying attention at all. He was too busy watching Schuester (finally) brush off Brad the piano man, and reach for the handle. But he wasn't so focused as to miss it when Mike finally made his move.
"I don't think that's right, though." Mike said. "You can't always tell with guys, just like you can't always tell with girls. I mean, I bet none of you knew I was gay until about three seconds ago."
Mr. Schuester walked over to the piano, pulled some sheet music out of his briefcase, and then looked up at his kids.
"You guys sure are quiet today." he said, smiling at them. "Eager to start our new challenge?"
Mike smirked. He wasn't sure if he preferred the resignation in Puck's expression, or the glint in Kurt's eye.
"We sure are, Mr. Schue." Mike said, when it was clear no one else would be saying anything.
