A/N: Here is an update, because I got it done early since I was inspired to write. It's shorter than usual updates but oh well. I changed how i typed it up and honestly I'm liking how it looks so I may keep it like this from now on.
I do not own anything besides Amelia St. James and any other original characters. Enjoy!
It's been a week since Burt woke up from his coma, almost two weeks since I first met Zeke. Everybody was waiting for Mr. Schue in the choir room before school started today. He enters the room from the door that connects to his office. "All right, let's..uh...let's gather round," Mr. Schue starts. He ends standing in front of the piano. "Sorry, I'm late guys, I was with Principal Figgins. Bad news, guys. Puckerman's in juvie," He states.
"It really was just a matter of time," Tina chips in.
"What did he do?" Asks Quinn.
"He drove his mom's Volvo through the front of a convenience store, and drove off with the ATM," Mr. Schue explains.
Everybody was laughing what Puck did. It sounded so much like him, and the fact that he didn't get away with it was the best part.
"A...And when is he getting out?" Rachel questioned.
"Unknown," Mr. Schue tells her.
"He might be the dumbest person on this planet, and that's coming from me," Brittany comments. I chuckled a little at that.
"Guys! Let's have some sympathy," Mr. Schue tells us.
"For a guy who put his needs before the teams? We need his voice, and his bad boy stage presence," Finn questions.
"We can't look at this as a crisis. It's an opportunity," Mr. Schue states.
"For what? Further embarrassment and humiliation?" Quinn inquired.
"For welcoming our new member, Sam Evans!" Mr. Schue announces excitedly whiling point to the open door. "There he is," Sam runs into the room and shakes hands with Mr. Schue.
"Hey, everybody. I'm Sam. Sam, I am. And I don't like green eggs and ham," Sam states...jokingly I hope.
"Oh wow. He has no game," Santana says aloud.
It was silent for an awkward second before Finn did something to make it not awkward.
"Okay! This is gonna be great. You're not going to regret joining, Sam," Finn tells him as he gets up out of his seat, shakes Sam's hands and leads him over to a chair.
"Alright, a question for the group. What's a duet?" Mr. Schue asks.
From her seat in the front row, Rachel's hand goes up but Brittany is the first to speak. "A blanket,"
"Britt, that's a duvet," "Ohhh"
"A duet is when two voices join to become one. Great duets are like a great marriage. The singers complement each other, push each other to be better…." Mr. Schue started but I stopped paying attention. The only things I could think was watching Jesse and Rachel singing Hello at the music store. It was like a perfect example of a duet and I was the only person in this room besides Rachel who was there when it happened.
I guess me zoning out was obvious because Quinn tapped my shoulder to bring back my attention.
"And that's what duets are all about. So, this week I want you to pair up and sing a duet. And since you guys all seemed to love our little 'Defying Gravity' diva-off, I'm making this a competition," Mr. Schue finishes.
"What's the winner get?" Mike questioned.
"Dinner for two, on me...at Breadstixs," Mr. Schue announces.
Everybody starts going on about Breadstixs and how they have to win. Breadstixs' food sucks, their breadsticks are like really stale. After a few moments of this, we were all dismissed to get to first-period. On my way, I was thinking of decent duet partners, I could sing with Quinn, maybe Sam or Artie. I figured Santana and Brittany would sing together, the couples would too. Kurt and Mercedes would probably pair up. With Puck in juvie, our number are even this week. The only thing is, nobody has ever heard Mike sing, so who knows if he actually will be singing, so I could maybe do a song with Tina and if by some chance we win, her and Mike could have a date night...hmmm….I may just see what happens.
When I got to first-period, my wonderings about the duet competition just seemed to have been lifted out of my head because I went into school mode, which sucks because, in it, I only focus on school work. First-period finished up, school mode disappeared, second period flew by and then came third-period. Zeke was already there when I walked into the classroom.
"How was glee club this morning?" he questioned.
"Decent, got a new member, there's a duet competition starting," I explain.
"Duet competition huh...sounds interesting, do you guys take audience members?"
"Not really, but that didn't stop me last year before I joined,"
"You watched them before you joined them?"
"Yeah, this was before I was on the Cheerios,"
"That makes sense,"
Chemistry class actually started shortly after those words left his mouth. It was boring, and halfway through it, he slipped me a note that said on top of it, read me at lunch. This made wonder, but I didn't question it. Zeke was different, he was geeky yet athletic, smart yet clueless at times. It felt different to be around him, I don't know if its because he's new around here or something else.
After Chem, we went to his fourth-period class, dropped his stuff off, went to the choir room, dropped my stuff off, then headed to the cafeteria for some food. The lines actually a decent length today, so it wouldn't matter which line we went in. I had his little note, in my hand, making sure I didn't drop it. The only bad thing about the Cheerios uniforms is that we have no pockets and it sucks.
When we both had our food, he went to sit with his teammates and I went to sit with the Cheerios and jocks. About halfway through lunch, I opened his little note, it read.
'I don't know if it's allowed, but if you can't find a duet partner, I could sing with you,'