A/N: I know I've only written one fan-fiction story before, but for some reason I seem to have a serious case of writers block and this story is my attempt to cure it.

There are many things I love in life, three of them being Glee, hockey and girls. So here is a mash-up of all three!

I really hope you enjoy this first chapter and I'll try my best to get another one up by Friday.

"Starting at right defence, number 24, Ashley Smith... On left defence, number 2, your captain, Charlotte Gauthier... At rightwing, number 14, Michelle Reid... On the leftwing, number 16, Christine Bentley... Starting at centre, number 23, Santana Lopez... And starting in goal, number 33, Bree Samson." The crowd cheered moderately for each name. As the voice on the loudspeaker announced the starting lineups, with as much enthusiasm as a forty-something year old man could have, while being the announcer for a high school girl's hockey game.

Hockey wasn't a very popular sport in Ohio, so when William McKinley high school decided to hold tryouts for a boys and girls team, it was met with much skepticism. The school was able to scrape together just enough players for each team, with the help of Miss. Pillsbury, who was able to convince Santana -who was fresh off of leaving the cheerios- to join the team, along with a few other stragglers.

Charlie was one of the few people on the team who had actually played hockey before. She was born in Montreal, Quebec, moved to Toronto, Ontario when she was two and had lived there until this past summer, when her father's work had sent their family to the subdue town of Lima, Ohio. She was Canadian, so of course she grew up around hockey and she'd even been an all-province player back in Ontario. So Lima hockey was a piece of cake, to say the least.

It was the first game of the season and other than a few light practices to work on "team bonding" as coach Stevens had put, which Charlie took as "I don't think the team is going to do very well, so let's just try and keep the team aspect as peaceful as possible."

To everyone's surprise, the team kicked serious ass. They won the game by a landslide, 7-2. Thanks in part Santana who had 2 goals and three assists and Charlie who put up a goal and 5 assists.

No one, including Santana herself had any idea she could actually play the game and play it extremely well at that.

The team made their way into the locker room, all of them content with their performance and after a few words from their coach they started to talk amongst themselves and pack up their equipment.

"Hey, great game out there tonight." Charlie said, turning to her left to look at the Latina, who was only wearing the bottom half of her equipment, along with a black spandex shirt and was drinking some chocolate milk out of a large carton.

"You're not so bad yourself, even though you do kind of have an advantage coming from the hockey capital of the world and everything." Santana quickly replied, not wasting any time getting a quick jab in at her new teammate.

"Haha, yeah I guess that is kind of true." Charlie returned kindly. She'd heard about how rude the brunette was to most people and even though she had tons of sarcastic responses to the statement and could easily take the Latina, she knew it was in everyone's best interest if she stayed on her good side.

The conversation quickly faded and after a quick shower and several minutes spent trying to brush out and style her very curly brown hair, Charlie grabbed her belongings and made her way out to the lobby. She looked around for a few moments, trying to spot either of her parents, to no avail. She was headed towards the door, ready to walk home. When a hand quickly grabbed her arm.

"Tres beau but." A blonde girl said to her, with her hand still attached to Charlie's arm.

"Huh? Oh, thanks." Charlie replied, clearly confused as to why someone was attempting to speak to her in French.

"Wait, how do you speak English?"

"The normal way." Charlie shot back sarcastically.

"But your last name sounds all frenchy?" Brittany added, with a puzzled look on her face.

"It is French, but I can speak English. " Charlie replied, trying to explain in simple form to the blonde.

"Oh... Anyways, I'm Brittany, you already know Santana and this is Quinn." Brittany said, pointing at each of her friends as she said their names.

"It's Charlotte, right?" Quinn added, now jumping into the conversation.

"Yeah, but you can call me Charlie if you want." Charlie answered, giving Quinn an endearing look.

"Ok Charlie, you were great out there tonight. You and Santana really carried the team on your shoulders."

Before she could say anything in return, the coach interrupted everyone.

"Ok, no practice tomorrow, but there is another home game Wednesday at 6pm. So be prepared."

Most of the players were already heading out with their families, as Charlie still looked around for hers.

"Man, I'm starving." Santana said to the two blondes she was standing beside.

"You want to go to Breadstix? My curfew's not until 10."'Quinn looked down at her watch. "So we have about 2 hours."

"Yes. " Santana swiftly answered in a deep tone.

The three started towards the door to leave, when Quinn quickly turned back around.

"Hey Charlie." The curly haired brunette quickly turned her attention towards the door, where the blonde girl was standing.

"You want to come with us to get something to eat?" Quinn asked, pointing outside towards her two friends by her car.

Charlie was a fairly quiet person, who preferred to keep to herself, but for some reason the blonde girl by the door had some sort of power of her and couldn't find it in her to reject the proposal.

"Sure." Charlie answered after giving it little thought and a quick glance around the lobby to see if her parents had shown up. Nothing, so she made her way over to the door, which Quinn held open for her.

"After you, miss 'second star of the game'" Quinn chuckled as she led the brunette to her car where Santana and Brittany were tickling each other.