A/N: Hey guys! So, basically this fanfic is based on the movie She's the Man but with major plot change/twist. Most of the dialogues were taken from the movie itself but there will be additional ones. I apologize if it's too shallow for your liking. This is my first fic that I'm certain I'll work for anyway so, please bare with me. :)
Summary: After her school's girls soccer team got cut, Quinn Fabray was more than devastated. But fate has given her another shot to prove herself. When her brother decides to ditch for a couple weeks in London, Quinn heads over to his elite boarding school, disguises herself as him, and inevitably faced more troubles than trying to prove herself on the field. Little does she realize she's not the only one with romantic troubles, as she, as he, gets in the middle of a series of intermingled love affairs.
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Quinn Fabray practically has the best of both worlds. Straight A grades? Check. Social status? Check. Exceptional soccer skills? Check. Near perfect boyfriend? Check. Good looks? Double check. Everyone literally stops in their tracks when she walks down the hallways of Carmel High and be astounded by her dashing presence. Quinn personally loves her love but she can and will never describe it as perfect. Not anymore since her parents had divorced and she was forced to live with her mother and twin brother, Sam.
Sure, she was devastated when her parents broke the news to her and to Sam when they were just 8 years old. As far as she can remember, they're a very loving family and she never saw her parents fight. She asked what's the reason, she got no answer. Everything went downhill from then. The only good thing about the said separation was that they were free to hang on either of their parents' houses. When they got a problem with their mom, they'll just go to their dad's house and spend the whole night venting their anger and likewise, if they're fed up with their dad's non-stop talks about golf and gardening and stuff, they'll just drive back to their mother's house.
The said process came in handy when Quinn was introduced to soccer by her dad. She fell in love immediately with the sport and talked to her mom about it almost every minute. At first, Judy was understanding enough to at least half-listen to Quinn's rants about the sport. From time to time, she opens up the Debutante Ball to Quinn but the youngest blonde didn't really care about "celebrating the time when caterpillars turn into butterflies". Of course, Judy Fabray became fed up with the "violent sport that might forever scar Quinn" talks so the youngest female Fabray turned to her dad. Russell was more than willing to buy all the necessary equipments, her own soccer ball, jerseys and even converted her beloved and well-tended front yard to be her own halfcourt with a single goal post. Same goes to Sam who just couldn't convince his mom that football isn't his thing and that his passion is music. He was provided with various instruments and Russell offered his study to be his own personal recording room. Needless to say, the twins favored Russell and Judy is admittedly disappointed and jealous of the attention his ex-husband gets from their children. So, as a way of gaining some attention from the twins, she started to support her children's objects of obsession but made sure that it's in moderation.
In addition to Judy's efforts to be closer to her children, she is lenient when it comes to the social lives of the twins. Sam loved how open their mom is in terms of their social lives since he can easily join his band's practices, gigs and performances. As for Quinn, she became a familiar face in every party, sleepovers, shopping sessions with her friends and of course, she had a longer time in practicing soccer with her teammates. For her, that was the best effect since she was hailed as Captain of Carmel High's Kicking Warriorettes in her incoming Senior year. She couldn't ask for more since that was her biggest dream ever since she was eight.
All in all, Quinn Fabray's life is fairly easy.
One Sunday, Quinn found herself hanging out with her friends playing beach soccer. Clad in a sport bra and short shorts, she played in her usual brilliantly skilled way. She passed, dribbled, swiveled, docked the defenders, kicked the ball to the net and scored for her team for the 3rd time that game. Cheers erupted from their spectators which consist of the cheerleaders and the boys soccer team. Her teammates gathered around her and congratulated the highly skilled blonde.
"Oh my God, Quinn! You're like the female David Beckham! Awesome kick back there Blondie," Taylor hollered as she and Tracy lifted Quinn up their shoulders.
"No wonder you were hailed Captain by Coach Will. Nationals is so ours this year," Tracy added as they started to bring Quinn back to the ground.
"Thanks girls. That's what you'll earn when you wanna prove that girls can kick some serious ass, too," the blonde said, trotting towards the sidelines where Finn was waiting for her. When he saw that Quinn's coming, he quickly stood up, hugged her, lifted her off the ground and spun her around.
"She shoots, she scores, goal!" Finn said as he spun the giggling blonde.
"I know baby. Now put me down. I'm getting nauseous," Quinn said. Her giggles doubled as Finn slowly laid her on the sand and straddled her. Quinn looked up to Finn who was sporting his signature dopey smile. He leaned down and caught the blonde's lips in a gentle kiss. Quinn smiled in the kiss and caressed Finn's cheek.
"Ok, you are really getting good," he said after breaking the kiss.
Quinn smiled and put her hand on the boy's shoulder. "You, too. I mean, when we first started going out, you couldn't kiss at all," Quinn said and smiled up to the boy.
"I meant at soccer," Finn tried to counter with a straight face but his slight smirk gave it away.
"Really?"
"Absolutely! You're... probably already better than half the guys on my team," he said as he brushed some stray hair from the blonde's face.
Quinn smiled thoughtfully at the boy's remark. That was the best compliment she received that day so far. "Probably more than half," she grinned and leaned up to kiss him. Finn abruptly broke apart and the blonde looked confused.
"What do you mean I couldn't kiss at all?" Finn inquired. The blonde just smiled and joined her hands at the back of Finn's neck.
"Don't worry, I've taught you well," she reassured and pulled the boy down for another heated kiss.
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The next morning, Quinn jogged to Carmel High for the soccer team's daily practice with her duffel bag on her shoulder. Even though it's still summer, they can't let their guards down, especially now that the other schools' teams are improving as time goes. Clutching her duffel bag, she went straight to their locker room and changed into their light blue and white Warriorettes uniform, tied her hair in a tight ponytail, wore her cleats and went out to meet her teammates who were sitting on the bleachers. She sat down and they started to talk about the college scouts who will be watching and observing their next game. They were so engrossed in the topic that they didn't notice Santana, their striker, running towards them while holding a clipboard with a distressed look on her face. She was followed closely by Brittany, their defender, wearing the same exact expression. Quinn and the rest of the team were still oblivious to the approaching duo until they were right in front of them.
"Hey, what's up S? B? Why the sour face?" Quinn inquired after scooting over to let the new arrivals sit down. They remained standing and judging on the looks on the girls' faces, Quinn knew that whatever they're going to tell about, it is far from good news.
"The school cut our team," Brittany said breathlessly. All of the girls' eyes went wide and their jaws dropped in slowmotion. Horror was evident on each of their faces.
"Wait, what?" Quinn asked while standing up, hoping that they just misheard the taller blonde.
"You heard Brittany. Those bitches cut our team because there are not enough girls who signed up," Santana exasperatedly replied while holding up their sign up sheet. There were only seven girls, mostly incoming Freshmen, who signed up.
"So what, they'll just cut us?" Tracy asked. Quinn was still standing and in a daze of disbelief that all she can do was to widen her eyes and drop her jaw, clutching the metal railing until her knuckles turned white.
"Principal Sylvester says that the girls team eats too much of the school's budget. She's going to use our team's share for the Cheerio's equipments which includes new confettis, a canon and all those shit," Santana spat out, running her hand to her hair which is not messy due to the long run from the admin building to the bleachers.
Finally. Quinn found her voice. "What did Coach Will say about this? I'm sure he has power to save our team."
"He can't do anything about it. Principal Sylvester already made up her mind and she already passed the budget plan to the board members. It's too late to fight for it now," Brittany replied, now on the verge of tears.
"Just because those sloppy babies won Championships last year doesn't mean they'll be school's royalty now! Who are they going to cheer on when our team's now cut? Totally brilliant idea," Santana said sarcastically.
There was a chorus of "They can't do that!", "This is unfair", "What about college scholarship?" and even "Can we drop out now?" from the girls.
"There has to be another way for us to play. This isn't over," Quinn thoughts to herself as she sat down the bleachers to think hard. When she looked up, she saw Coach Tanaka and the boys soccer team were starting to warm up on their court on the other side. An idea suddenly evaded Quinn's mind and she can't help but smile.
"Of course, there's a great chance for to work out," she thought.
Quinn stood and addressed her sulking teammates. "Come on girls, follow me and we can fix this."
"Q, what are you planning?" Santana inquired. The rest of the team looked at Quinn curiously as to what their Captain's move will be.
"Just follow me and you'll find out," she replied as she jumped from the bleacher to the green grass below. The girls, though confused, followed her as she crossed the grounds towards the boys team's quad. They passed by their supposed-to-be quad and found the lacrosse team practicing on it.
Santana stopped on her tracks and made a face. "Huh, they had these guys who looked like they're catching butterflies with their teensy weensy nets to replace us girls who can seriously kick some ass? This school is clearly mental. Im'ma go all Lima Heights on them!" she exclaimed but she was dragged by Quinn away from the lacrosse team and led her to the boys soccer field. On the way, Quinn explained her plan to the girls. Most of them were skeptical but they understood that it's their last chance to play the sport they all love.
They reached the field and approached Coach Tanaka. Before they could speak, Coach Ken spoke.
"Hi girls. I heard the bad news," Coach Ken said, not even turning to face the girls and continued watching his team perform their dribbling drill.
Quinn's blood started to boil at the arrogant tone of the burly coach. "Bad? It's a disaster! Now college scouts won't even get to see us play," Quinn exclaimed, trying to keep her voice even despite her urge to cry.
Still not facing the girls, Coach Ken replied. "I know. If there's anything I can do, just say the word."
"That's their chance now. Quinn immediately grabbed it and faced the coach. "As a matter of fact, there is. We wanna try out for the boys team."
Coach Tanaka started to laugh arrogantly and it took a great effort for the girls to stop Santana from smacking the coach.
"Hmm, anything besides that," he simply said.
Quinn let out an exasperated sigh. "Coach come on! You know that we're good enough!" Quinn said. They won Regionals last year for God's sake but they had to forfeit since Nationals was on the same day of the Cheerios' championship and Principal Sylvester didn't offer any support and budget to the soccer team. When asked why the principal was just simply cruel, they were answered with "A pyramid of beautiful women is much more anticipated than rugged she-males who find pleasure in kicking a muddy ball."
"I don't know if that's a thing that I know," he said and Quinn looked at her team to ask what that meant but her confusion was just mirrored. She shook her head and walked in front of the coach and put on her puppy dog eyes. Desperate times call for desperate actions.
"Coach, all we're asking for is one shot," she said softly and a chorus of agreement rose from the girls.
Coach Ken sighed and finally faced all of them then crossed his arms above his beer belly. "Girls, we have two weeks before school starts. Then we open against McKinley, a rivalry game. We have to win," he explained and looked at each of them.
"And we can help you win," Quinn added softly, doing her best pleading impression. When she looked to her right, she saw the boys team coming their way led by Finn.
"Hey baby," Finn greeted when they were near enough. Quinn smiled, knowing that her boyfriend will support her plan. If Coach Ken will allow them to join the boys team, they can play alongside each other and Beat McKinley's Raging Avengers easily. Finn gave her his dopey smile in return and looked at his coach.
"What's going on, Coach?"
Coach Ken smirked and said. "The girls here want to try out for the team."
The boys' reaction was the exact opposite of what Quinn was expecting. She hoped for compliments and praises for their bravery and dedication to the sport and a chorus of "why not?". But what did she get? A boisterous laughter and insults about their "stupidity".
After recovering from a hard laughter, Finn commented. "You're not serious, are you?"
Before Quinn could reply, Coach Ken butted in. "Alright, alright! You're all excellent players," he said while addressing both teams. "But girls aren't as fact as boys, or as strong, or as athletic," he dramatically paused to give way to the boys' sniggers and before the girls could reply, he added, "This is not me talking. It's a scientific fact. Girls can't beat boys. It's as simple as that."
Quinn felt her anger double in every misogynistic and sexist comment from the burly coach. Of course she knew that those were scientific facts, but the way the coach said it, full of mockery and ridicule, it was like a sharp stab on their part. The laughter and snide remarks didn't help one bit. She felt the stinging of her eyes and she shifted her sight to her boyfriend who was trying his best not to laugh, but Quinn saw right through the blockage.
She inhaled sharply and faced her boyfriend fully. "Ok, Finn, you're the team captain. What do you think about this?" She knew she looked sickeningly hopeful, but if the reward of it was a chance to play again, screw her face.
"I think the coach said it all," Finn replied without any hesitation.
Quinn's eyes went even wider and her anger turned to rage. She felt betrayed, ridiculed and victimized when she found out about her team being cut, but now that Finn practically says she had a stupid idea, she felt like death.
"Yesterday you told me that I was better than half the guys on your team!" she defended and she knew she has trapped Finn. His teammates poked him and asked if he really told her that. He looked constipated with his half-smile, and Quinn found it disgusting.
Finn crossed his arms in defense and answered Quinn. "I never said that."
"Boom, I'm dead," Quinn thought and she felt the tears streaming down her face. How dare her own boyfriend deny her in front of his teammates, her teammates and their stupid sexist coach. She bid farewell to her trust to Finn because there is no way she can ever forgive him.
"What are you talking about? Why are you lying?" she spat out.
"Quinn, end of discussion," Finn said.
Quinn has never been betrayed and lost like this before. She felt like she was a little girl who lost her way and everyone looked at her like she was a pitiful piece of thing. She can't take it anymore. She breathed deeply and looked at Finn straight in the eye.
"Fine. End of relationship."
There was a moment of silence, each recovering from shock at what they had just witnessed. The power couple of Carmel broke up just because of a stupid game? Anyone who has no knowledge about their love of the sport will think that they're just acting like they're breaking up. Except that all of them knew what soccer meant to Finn and most of all, to Quinn.
"Come on, let's go," Santana held Quinn's arm and tried to lead her back to the locker room. However, Finn was quick enough to grab her other arm.
"Baby, don't be like that. I just don't wanna see you get hurt," he said. Quinn saw the pleading look on Finn's face. At other days, he may find it endearing, but this day is not one of them. She was simply enraged by that particular look.
"Finn Hudson, you are so full of sh-," she wasn't able to tell Finn what he meant to Quinn's life right now because Coach Tanaka whistled hard.
"Back to practice," Quinn looked away and saw the soccer ball lying on the ball. She picked it up, faced Finn, smiled in her most adorable smile and throw the ball on his face. Before Finn could react, she walked away and followed the girls back to their locker room.
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At the walk back home, she felt like dying. She passed the ball from her right hand to her left and contemplated what happened that morning. Her soccer team got cut, they were ridiculed and dumped her giant stupid oaf of a boyfriend. She should have seen it coming. Finn only started to show interest on her when she started to get active on the soccer team and gained some popularity because of her skills. She should have seen it coming that Finn was just using her for her status. She should have seen it coming that he loves his fame more than she could ever love her, if what they had can be even called as love, that is. She put on her hoodie and put the hood on to hide her face and wore her earphones. Coldplay's Fix You came first at the shuffle. "Great, just great. Totally feels my heart with optimism and hope," she sarcastically thought. She was so engrossed in the song that she didn't hear someone calling at her back. She entered her mom's house front gate when she was snatched back to reality when someone grabbed her jacket back and she almost fell back. She faced her attacker and she was more than annoyed to see Sugar Motta.
"Ew, it's you. God, you and your brother looks scarily alike from the back," Sugar commented as she put her sunglasses on her head and looked at Quinn from head to foot. "I think it's your total lack of curves."
Quinn gave her a sarcastic smile and put her hoodie down and yanked out her headphones. "Hi Sugar. It's so good to see you, too," she said, every word dripping with pure sarcasm.
"Hmm. I'm looking for Sam. Where is he?"
"I don't know"
Sugar worked her jaw and stepped closer to Quinn. "Just remind your brother how lucky he is to be in my life and tell him to give me a call if he wants to stay in it. Ok?"
Quinn put her duffel bag down and smiled at Sugar. "Ok. Does he have your number? 1-800-BEYOTCH?" she smirked.
Sugar just gave out a huff and walked away from her, our of the front gate. She smiled victoriously and picked up her bag then entered the house.
"I have a surprise for you!" her mom greeted her in her usual, cheery voice that always irks Quinn.
"And this is why I don't bring friends over," she mumbled to herself as she made her way up the stairs. "Mom, not now. I had a really bad day, so-"
"This is just the thing to just perk you up. Hold on and keep your eyes closed."
Quinn knew there was no way to escape her mom now so she reluctantly closed her eyes and let her mom led her.
"Alright. Surprise!" Judy exclaimed while holding up a pink, ruffly gown. "Beautiful gowns for my darling debutante."
"Mom, have I not told you a thousand times? I have no interest in being a debutante. It's totally archaic."
Judy put down the gown and put her hands on her hips. "How could I wind up with a daughter who only wants to kick a muddy ball around a field all day?"
Quinn started to ascend the stairs and faced her mother. "Well, the world has been set right, Mom. They cut my team." There it is again, the urge to cry and cry and cry the whole afternoon. She fought it and continued to ascend the stairs.
Judy perked up to that answer. "What? No soccer?"
Quinn faced her mom again and saw the sliver of smile on her mom's face. God, she didn't even tried to hide it. "Yeah, that's right no soccer."
"How sad."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I can see that you're all torn up," she replied with every ounce of sarcasm.
Judy ignored her daughter's remark and went to get another gown, this time a green one with bows stitched all over it. "Well, Finn's gonna love you in this!"
"Yet another reason not to wear it. I dumped him."
Judy dropped the gown in shock and widen her eyes at her daughter. "What? Why?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Quinn muttered.
"He's so handsome and rugged and chiseled and great," Judy said, her voice getting husky in a seductive tone in every adjective she says.
Quinn wanted to throw up at what her mom said. "Then why don't you date him, Mom?"
She threw an annoyed look to her Mom who looks like she's considering what Quinn offered. Judy had this dazed look on her face but somehow, she came back to her senses. "Oh no, I couldn't," she said and giggled nervously.
After dumping her duffel bag in her room, she decided to go to the room across hers to go visit her twin brother, Sam. She picked up her ball, knocked on Sam's door and entered. As usual, she was greeted by her brother's messy room. The walls were plastered with various band posters, his electric guitar were in their respective stands by his closet, headphones slung on his bed headboard and papers scattered on the floor which were unmistakably some of his own music slumped on the only remaining space of his bed and crossed her legs in front of her.
"Hey Sam."
"Hey Quinnie," Sam replied, looking up to her while stuffing clothes to his suitcase.
"Probably going to dad's house," she thought. "You ok?"
"Uh uh."
"Sugar was looking for you," she said and stuck out her tongue in disgust. Sam just smirked and resumed packing.
"Why do you even date her anyway? You're not even that interested to her."
"She's hot," Sam said, smiling at Quinn who just grimaced at his response. "It's a guy thing."
"Ugh, but she's so awful!"
Sam laughed and zipped his suitcase. He tied a rope to his guitar case and to his suitcase, throw it out of his window then slowly lowered it to the ground. Quinn was beyond confused on Sam's action. It was as if he's sneaking out. "Hey, you know, you could use the front door," Quinn pointed downstairs with her thumb to emphasize her point.
"And Mom will see me. She thinks I'm staying at Dad's, Dad thinks I'm staying at Mom's and in two days they'll both think I'm going away to school," he paused then looked back to Quinn. "And that, my dear sister, is the beauty of divorce."
Quinn just frowned at Sam's explanation. "Where are you going?"
"London, for a couple of weeks."
She sat up in shock and looked at her brother like he'd grown a second and third head. "As in London, England?"
"Yeah, my band got a slot in a music festival there," he replied nonchalantly like his news always happen everyday. Except, it isn't.
Quinn closed her eyes and shook her head to clear her thought. She needed logical answers from Sam now.
"Ok, you're going to London. Cool. Then what are you gonna do about school?"
Sam looked at Quinn again and she knew, by the on his face, he's gonna ask a big favor for him.
"Yeah, I was kinda hoping you could help me with that. Could you just, like, pretend to be Mom, call McKinley, tell them I'm sick? Something that sounds like it would last for two weeks, like mad cow," he said, giving her a pleading look.
"Sam, you just got kicked out of Carmel for skipping. This is not exactly the way you want to start out," Quinn countered. She'll have to get through Sam's thick skull that he'll only lead himself to trouble with his crazy plan. He had caused a lot of headache to both of their parents already because of his annoying attitude of always wanting to get what he wants.
"I wanna be a musician, ok? Last time I heard, they don't need to know trigonometry," he retorted and swung his left leg out the window so he's now straddling the window frame. "Besides, if you want to chase your dreams, sometimes you gotta break some rules, right?"
"Do you know the percentage of bands that actually make it big time?"
"Probably the same as female soccer players," Sam said while nodding at Quinn sarcastically. "I will see you in two weeks, Quinnie," with that, he swung his right leg out and dangled there for a while and finally jumped. Quinn heard a dull thud and went to check if Sam was alright from the window. She called out his name but he was already nowhere in sight. She dejectedly laid down again when suddenly, her Mom, clutching another gown, barged in the room.
"Were you talking to you brother?" she asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
"No. Yes," Quinn willed herself to think fast and saw the wireless telephone on Sam's bedside table. She picked it up and brought it to her ear. Still looking at her Mom, she replied, "I mean, yes. On the phone. He's at Dad's. Bye Dad."
"Not an abysmal cover, QFab," she thought and mentally gave her a pat on the back. Her Mom just rolled her eyes then smiled when she remembered the gown on her arms.
"Picture this, Quinnie: We're at the country club, they call your name and you emerge in this," Judy held out the green gown and Quinn saw the various bows, ruffles and all those ridiculous things stitched on the gown. She scowled in disgust.
"Ugh. No, sorry Mom. I have a strict "no ruffles policy"," she said and put on Sam's OSU cap on her head to hide the disgust which is still evident on her face.
"Sometimes I just think you just might as well be your brother." With that, Judy left.
"Yeah, me too. I might be on my way to London now to play my music and catch my dreams and I don't have to undergo all these crap," she thought and threw the ball up. She failed to catch it and it rolled in front of Sam's closet. She sighed while standing up and bent down to pick it up. When she looked up, she was face to face with a photo of Sam stuck on the mirror's frame. He was wearing the same OSU cap in the said photo. She took it and realized how she resembled him so much. Same blonde hair, same sharp-looking eyes and defined jaws. Save his guppy lips since she has thin yet full lips and his eyes which were a tad greener than her hazel ones. She was still comparing herself to Sam when she remembered something that he said a while ago.
"Besides, if you wanna chase your dreams, sometimes you gotta break some rules, right?"
The line echoed in her mind and a sudden realization hit her hard.
"Yup Sammie, you're absolutely right." She smiled at her reflection and put the photo back to its place.
"You know Quinn, if you can't join them, beat 'em."
A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue this or will it be better if I scrap it? Reviews are highly welcomed. :) Thanks for reading!
Jadey X