A/N I do not own glee or any of the characters of glee. I wish I did though. Sigh.

Puck's POV

We had just won sectionals, and as per the course I was excommunicated. I was still in Glee and they told me what I had to do, but anything other than that, anything close to friendship, had vanished the instant Finn found out. So I decided to actually go to math class today, maybe it would be a good distraction.

I have no idea how I made it to Algebra II. I'm surprised I made it past kindergarten math. Numbers were already confusing. Throw in the alphabet and I'm royally fucked. Thank God last year I had a female teacher, a few pool cleaning sessions and I got the C I needed for football and to pass. This year, I was not so lucky.

Mister...uhh… shit I don't even know his name. I think is only my second time here, but I'm usually good with that sort of stuff. I sigh and let my head slump back over the seat of my desk. I wasn't following any of this.

"Mr. Cody, what is the answer?" Teacher dude was eyeing a guy in the second row. He was hunched over, his hand moving quickly across a piece of paper. On his desk were various colored pencils, reds, blues, yellows, you name it he probably had that color. I look to the board and see this crazy jumble of numbers, and think to myself this kid is screwed.

"42"

He didn't even look up, just continued on with whatever he was drawing. The teacher looked pleased though. Shit.

'Wrong. The correct answer is-"

"42. Like I said."

His hand had stopped moving, and he looked up to the board, looking at the mess of numbers.

"You made a mistake again Mr. Olsson."

"I did not…"

"You jumbled it up when you factored it. Senility comes with old age though, don't be too upset." He was smirking now, and his hand was once again moving across the paper.

"Daniel Cody I will not be made a mockery in my own classroom!"

"You're the math teacher that can't do math, I say you're making a mockery of yourself."

Mr. Olsson was flustered. Dan just continued to draw, his smirk waning as he got a distant look in his eyes. He was focused back on the paper. So much so that he did not see Mr. Olsson reach for the pencil. Too late, Olsson gripped the pencil, yanked it from his hand, and threw it into the trash bin, a self satisfied grin on his face.

The entire class seemed intent on the exchange. We looked to Daniel, his eyes becoming narrow and fierce. He turned to the teacher, who had his back to him, and stood up. Woah he was big. He was tall, maybe 6'2, and had rather broad shoulders. His hoodie hid his body, but from his stance I knew I did not want to be Mr. Olsson right now.

"Give me back the pencil." Danny boy's voice was a growl. I need to think of a nickname for him.

"Mr. Cody sit down." Olsson turned around, and from the look on his face he regretted it.

"Please, give me back the pencil." I had to give it to him, he had manners.

"No, now sit down before I confiscate the rest of them."

The class as a whole held it's breathe. This was about to turn into one of those epic stories the school never lives down.

However, no words were spoken. Danny, which is the name I decided to settle with, simply walked to the bin and took his pencil out. Olsson held to his word, and took the picture and the remaining colored pencils from the desk.

Everyone gaped in awe, as Danny took a seat instead of his desk, but the teacher's chair.

"Okay, let's see, Noah is it? What is your answer to this question?" He was looking at me.

"42."

"Very good. And Mindy?"

A red head in the third row chimed in.

"42."

"Matt? Mike? Kurt?"

They were in this class too?

"42." They said it in unison, and he kept rattling off the names of everybody, and they all said 42. Olsson stood there dumbfounded.

"I will not be made a mockery of…"

"In your own classroom. But considering I'm in the comfy chair, this is now my classroom. Now, sit, you might learn something."

" I will NOT!" Olsson was spitting mad.

"Please don't get angry. Think of it as a refresher course. Here I'll get you a pen… oh what's this now?" He pulled up a tiny silver flask. Olsson turned beet red.

"That's water."

Danny nonchalantly popped the top and took a swig.

"No, that's Ever Clear. Shouldn't; you save that for weekend drinking? I mean, Ever Clear on a school day? Jesus…"

"I tha--is not-"

"Make you a deal. You put my shit down and I don't report you for this little booze situation." He said, taking another swig from the flask.

"You really are related to her…"

"Oh you had to bring that up. Deal or no deal?" He was reaching for the phone.

"Deal, please take your seat back." He dropped the paper and pencils gently back onto the desk.

As he went through the problem again, Olsson saw where he had made a mistake. The answer was 42, he gave us the rest of the period to start on our homework. I tried, but failed to get a dent in it. Danny however, he seemed perfectly fine. He was back to drawing, and smiled when he saw it was finally done. I wish I could see what it was, after all the hubbub it had to be good.

There were five minutes left in the period when he finally pulled out the worksheet we had to do. His eyes were focused again, not spaced out like when he was drawing, but sharp, like when he was angry earlier. His colors were dropped for a simple Ticonderoga pencil, and it moved quickly down the page.

Ten seconds left and the smile was back on his face, as he put the paper away. Odds were he was finished already. It was at this point I decided to introduce myself to him. He was putting his stuff away into one of those sketchbook bags that hang over your shoulder. He dropped one, and seizing the opportunity I picked it up and handed it to him.

"Here you go. I'm Noah by the way."

"I know." He was still smiling, and it was odd. I could see him, he was definitely a dude, but her had long eyelashes, and striking green eyes with a head of short cropped chocolate hair. I found myself staring, actually staring at him. I never saw him before.

"How long have you been here?"

"This makes it my second day."

He was smart, smart enough to memorize the names of everybody, seeing as I never saw him reach for the list Olsson had to constantly refer to. I saw this as an opportunity, one to make a friend who doesn't know that I'm a punk who knocked up the head of the celibacy club.

"You want to come over later?"

He eyed me suspiciously, but soon the smile won his face back.

"Sure, why not?"

If he only knew.


From

Dear Aunt,

I met a boy today, he seemed nice. His name is Noah. Also I got a little bit drunk during math class. Long story short, the teacher has a thing for Ever Clear and I happened upon his flask. Also, the math teacher isn't very good I math. This was the second day he made a mistake on a simple equation, but they're not all incompetent. At least the Spanish teacher knows what the hell he's doing. But he seems spacey and keeps making goo-goo eyes with the guidance lady who keeps pestering me. Apparently I come from a broken home. I like to think of it as a unique dynamic.

How is mom doing? Have they found dad yet? I wish you were here, sometimes I feel overwhelmed and the only safe place to hide is the janitor's closet. But sometimes people are in there. So far I've been in two accidental three ways. But shh, the boys told me not to tell because they have girlfriends and stuff. Bah, men.

Xoxo - Danny boy.

PS. I'm attaching what I drew today. Hope you like it.


From

Dear Nephew,

I'm happy you made a friend. Although, I would be a little weary of Noah, he has a reputation that I'm sure you've heard of by now. Olsson has moved up to Ever Clear has he? Last I checked it was Jaeger, since it matched a breath mint close enough. I guess his wife finally left him. Also, please don't drink during school. After or before is fine, but when your there try to learn something. Schuster is a good teacher, but easily manipulated. I expect straight A's! lol.

Mom is doing better. She showed improvement. But no, not even with my extensive resources we have not tracked down the son of a bitch. Next time you need to relax use my office, there's a key under the mat. Although it is a lot less likely for you to be in accidental three ways. Stay safe, and be good.

XOXO - Sue

P.S. I love it.


Sue's POV

I liked my nephew, he brought out the human in me. Gahh I'm becoming soft without the fear. I turn my attention from the laptop to the workers. They were hunched over, mumbling to themselves again. No rest, not until they found him.

"Get up you nannies and find the man." I could hear a groan.

"You think this is hard? Try flying to Antarctica only to find out the penguins don't actually dance, that was hard!"

I was majestic, as only Sue Sylvester could be. I stood over their quivering masses and pushed them to their limits. So far only minor injuries. Oh, wait. One major injury, but anyone could have confused a crocodile with a log.


Puck's POV

Suffice it say, I was distracted during Glee practice. I was excited, but for what I could not put my finger on it. Let's face it, I'm a stud. I'm THE stud. Cougar hunting cheer-leader banging celibacy president impregnating stud. So why the hell was I nervous to hang out with some rather pretty boy?

Let's see. He was smart, pretty, in good shape. I doubt anyone would think him unattractive, plus he's the new kid. It's like when something is brand new, you want to be the first to have it. But then I always get stuck on the fact that he is a HE and want to punch myself in the face.

So as I'm debating the punching in face idea I trip and fall into Santana. We're laying on the floor for a good time, when she looks at me, I look at her, and absolutely nothing. She used to have this spark in her eyes that would drive me wild, but right now, as we were face to face, I felt nothing close to it.

Naturally my next intention is to make out with her. It's helped before, but even though she's more than willing I don't feel like I used to. I feel… confused. It wasn't until I opened my eyes to see Danny instead of Santana did I start freaking out. Santana was my go to fantasy replacement, and here she was, replaced by him.

I got up and left. I needed a shower. And a beer. This was some fucking trippy shit. Thankful that my mom had left at least one of the twelve pack untouched, I grabbed it and headed to the bathroom. I shot it down and stepped in. The water was hot, it felt good against my muscles, relaxing in a way.

I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around and went to see who was there.

Danny.

"Hi Noah, you said you wanted to hang out … I can go if your busy." He was eyeing the towel and the fact I was obviously still dripping wet.

"No, no-no. Come in, have a seat I'll go put on clothes."

His face was one of mock disappointment, which gave a me a spark of hope. I hope to god he's gay, because even my studliness won't turn men, unless you count those chance janitor closet encounters. I threw on a black muscle tee, and debated whether or not to wear underwear. I decide against it and slip on the tightest jeans I had, which were disappointingly still rather loose. How could I seduce him if I didn't have any slutty clothes?

I face palmed myself at the thought. Yes, there was confusion. But I did not want him. Did I? The only thing I knew in this situation was when in doubt, check it out. So I looped a belt through my pants and headed to the living room. He was sitting, looking awkward. I'm not very good at being a host.

I'm also not very good at waiting.

"You wanna make-out?"

He looked at me for a minute. Then Danny smiled.

"Sure."

A/N

I hope this wasn't a horrible mess to read. Also the email addresses DO NOT EXIST (hence the ) Here's hoping I get a review!