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Chapter 3: The Unexpected

The conversation around the table was so enjoyable that they all lost track of time, until Mr. Schue looked at his watch. "Oh, man! Guys, I gotta go!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the table, as he left enough cash to pay his bill and cover a decent tip.

He rushed out the door, and the group began to wind down, so that they could all go to Artie and Tina's place to change quickly for the play.

Mr. Schue was less than a mile from Breadstix when he realized he hadn't had a chance to pull aside the two students he'd wanted to talk to before the play. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he found Quinn Fabray listed in the contacts list... He never deleted his glee students' numbers for some reason, and in this moment, he was grateful. Her phone rang and rang, and then, "You've reached Quinn Fabray. Please leave me a message, and I'll call you back. Thanks!"

-.-

Quinn's phone lit up in her purse across the room as she put on her makeup in Tina's bathroom. "It's so weird being back here," she said, laughing lightly, as she turned to look at Tina. "It's so great to see everyone again," she added.

Tina nodded. "I don't think we could've done any better surprising Mr. Schue if we'd tried. Did you see his face?"

The blonde laughed. "He looked like he'd seen a ghost!"

"He kinda did," Mercedes said, shrugging. "He hasn't seen all of us together since graduation."

The girls hurried to get ready, but continued their chatting, all talking over each other trying to catch up on 15 years of missed hangout time in an hour. And Quinn's phone stopped lighting up.

-.-

Less than an hour later, the former glee club was seated on the sixth row of the auditorium, excited to see their former teacher's new group of students perform. Quinn sat between her fiance and Kurt, and she smiled at both of them, slipping each of her arms through one of theirs, smiling at both of them. "My two favorite men in the world," she said, a contented sigh escaping her as the lights flickered, then dimmed for the play.

Mr. Schue walked out on stage, and offered a few words of thanks to the crowd, along with asking them to make sure their phones were turned to silent, and that they not move around during the performance. And then, the play began. Mr. Schue had obviously edited it a little to make it more suitable for high school students, but it flowed well, and the kids seemed to be really enjoying it.

Puck was sitting between Artie and Finn, and had been goofing off with the two of them, largely ignoring what he considered a very girly play, except for when the students sang. Mr. Schue hadn't lost his touch as a director.

But that was all before a sweet voice rang out from the stage:

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?

Puck's heart stopped as he looked up at the stage to see Quinn... no. That wasn't Quinn. But the girl who was singing just as easily could've been, given how much she looked like her. For a moment, it was like he was looking at his high school love again. The man felt a rush of heat wash over him, and suddenly, he felt really sick.

He glanced over at Quinn to see that she, too, had obviously noticed. The program was lying open in her lap, and she was staring down at it, tears flowing freely. That's when Puck opened up his program, too, and looked down, eyes locking in on the confirmation of what he'd already suspected.

Satine - Beth Corcoran