This is probably gonna be a veeery long fic .. If I finish it at least.. The story starts in Lima, Ohio, when Quinn, Santana, Puck, Finn and the others are still in Middle School.
MIDDLESCHOOL GIRLS ARE HARD TO GET
''Hey Santana'' Puck says, as he catches up with the girl. ''What do you want, Puck?'' Santana snaps at him.
''Uh, I'm throwing a party tonight. My house 10pm, you wanna come?''
Santana smiles ''Maybe''
''You'll be there, right?'' He shouts after her as she walks away. ''Byee Puck.''
''Duude ..'' Finn bumps his mate's arm. ''What was that about?''
Puck turns around and looks up at Finn. He's bumped out that he didn't have his grow phase yet, he doesn't seem that bad ass when some girls are still taller than him. But he is. Badass..
But Finn had always been extremely tall. Not that Puck is jealous or ..something like that ..
''Nothing ..I'm throwing a party tonight.''
Finn raises his eyebrows ''And you invited Santana? Whoa dude, I didn't know you were crushing on her.''
''I'm not crushing on her.. Dude have you seen her body? She's fucking hot! Don't tell me you don't want to tap that.''
Finn pulls a weird face ''Nah man, I have Quinn. ''
''Yeah ..Quinn. Have you even asked her out yet?''
''I'm going to ..'' Finn says and Puck starts laughing ''Yeah man, ofcourse. I was going to ask her for tonight so, I can be your wingman''
Finn smiles dopey ''Thanks man''
''Sure.''
Meanwhile Santana has reached Quinn's locker. ''Oh my God you won't believe what just happened'' she laughs out.
Quinn looks up ''What?''
"Noah Puckermann just asked me to come to his party tonight .. What are we gonna do? Eat cake and blow balloon figures?''
Quinn frowns ''I think he's kinda cool.''
Santana sighs ''Well yeah, my mexican third eye can see in the future and I predict he is going to turn out like a Lima Loser.''
''Sure San..'' Quinn says, as she turns around. ''Hey! Where ya going?!''
Quinn turns around again and faces Santana ''I have this thing called Cheerios practice ..If you wanna be late that's fine, but I don't want to die yet.''
Santana's eyes widen ''Shit!'' She runs past Quinn and hurries to the locker room. ''Thanks for waiting up!'' Quinn shouts after her, while starting to run too.
When Quinn reaches the lockerroom, Santana is already gone. She sees her stuff thrown over a bench and sighs.
Quinn's the only one there. She quickly fixes her Cheerio ponytail, throws her bag in her locker and jogs into the gym.
''Fabray! You're late,'' Coach Sylvester yells at her. Quinn was determend to be the youngest cheerio to get on top of the pyramide, but this wasn't a very good start.
''I'm sorry coach, I was just ..'' ''I don't wanna hear it!'' Coach Sue cuts her off ''Give me 30 and get your ass over here!''
''Yes coach ..'' Quinn gets down on the ground to do her 30 push ups, and as she looks up, she sees Santana grinning at her. They had been friends from 6th grade, when Santana came to Quinn's school and they became best friends, but sometimes Quinn could really throw Santana out of a window. Sometimes she just wants to wrap her hands around the girls neck and cause her a slow and painful death.. She could be such a bitch.
But at least she knows it.
Cheerios practice was hell as usual, and after a couple of hours of pure torture, coach Sue had gave up and yelled that the girls had to go and hit the showers.
So there they were, around 20-ish girls, naked showering together. ''This should be every guys dream'', Santana thinks as she looks around the lockerroom.
''Hey pervert!'' Santana looks up shocked and sees Quinn standing in front of her, wrapped in a towel. ''You gonna shower or what?''
''Why'd she even call me a pervert .. We're all girls it doesn't matter, right? I was just looking around..'' Santana thinks to herself, before realising Quinn had asked her a question.
''Yeah, I'm uh ...Yeah..'' she mumbles, before quickly stripping off and hhopping into the shower.
''I'm probably in one of those weird moods again..'' she thinks.
Should I continue with this? Idk where it's going yet so .. if anyone reads this please comment