𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝕊𝕒𝕞 𝔼𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍

Lyla's POV

I walk into the choir room and my eyes fall on Puck

"Puck!" I exclaim as he stands up and I run over and hug him

"You jerk! I've missed you." I say as I release him and punch him in the shoulder

"I missed you, too, LJ. But I didn't miss you kicking my ass." He says with a light chuckle as he playfully pushes me

"Well, don't be a jerk and I wouldn't have to kick your ass." I say before pecking his cheek and walking over and sitting down beside Santana

"Is there a Lyla Hudson in here?" Someone asks before I look over and see a delivery man holding a bouquet of flowers

"That's me." I say as I walk over to him and he hands me the flowers

"Sign here." He says before I sign for the delivery and he leaves

"Who're they from?!" Santana gushes before I pull the card from the bouquet

The card reads 'To the love of my life'

"It doesn't say. It just says 'To the love of my life'" I read aloud

"Oooh. Lyla's got a secret admirer." Mercedes teases causing me to giggle before I see Kurt walk into the choir room

"Alright guys, let's get down to business!" Mr. Schye says before I return to my seat beside Santana

"Let me smell." Tana whispers before I let her smell my flowers

"First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman." Mr. Schue says and we all clap

"Puck, I hope your time in juvie has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong?" Mr. Schue asks

"Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day." Puck says

"Oh, what a catch, can't believe I ever let you go." Quinn says sarcastically

"And now, drumroll, Finn!" Mr. Schue says before Finn beats on his history book

"Because I have in my hand our competition for sectionals next month." Mr. Schue says and we all cheer

"First, the a capella group from the all-boys' private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers." Mr. Schue says and we cheer

"Okay, hold up. Like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head." Santana says

"And the other team to beat, the Hipsters. A first-year club from the Warren township continuing education program." Mr. Schue says and we clap

"Now, they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school GEDs." Mr. Schue tells us

"Is that legal?" Rachel asks

"How are we supposed to compete against a bunch of adorable old people?" Mercedes asks