Mr. Schue

It was lunchtime and Emma and I were eating lunch in the teachers' lunchroom, her, a peanut butter sandwich.

"So how are the kids?" she asked.

"Busy. Rehearsal's going well. Ashley and Puck came in late yesterday."

"Oh, how late?"

"30 minutes."

"Why?"

"Ashley apparently was hungover. Serena thought they might be having sex."

"Serena?"

"Ashley's ex. They were together for a very short period of time and I guess Serena blames Puck for the breakup."

"Did you tell her...?"

"Yes after rehearsal we talked. Amanda and I talked too."

"But why would she - Serena - "

I nodded.

"Why would she cling to that?"

"Idinno. But I think it's one of the few things she has to cling to."

She raised her eyebrow; "oh?"

"Yeah will you talk to her?"

"Serena, or...?"

"Serena, Ashley. Amanda, who prefers Mandy."

"Right. Yes I'll talk to her. Them. I have some open slots this afternoon."

"Thanks honey."

"Mmm you're welcome."

Back in Ohio, after Emma's fiance, the football coach, had left her at the alter on their wedding day I'd come to her rescue and we'd been in love ever since