A/N: This is my first fanfic! Sooooo with that being said I hope you like it. This story takes place in an alternate Glee universe. The story takes place in the beginning of Quinn and Santana's junior year. Quinn obviously never had Beth. xD Enjoy!

Love And Football

Quinn's POV

The silence between us is gratifying. I can quietly appreciate the outdoors and the feeling of the gravel crunching beneath my converses. It's always been like that for me and him. We don't have to fill every aching moment with words because our silence isn't awkward, it's comfortable.

I've known my best friend, Puck, since kindergarten. He was there for me in middle school, when everyone discovered my not-so-little situation and the fact that I was capital G gay. When everyone was making fun of me, he didn't. He was going on and on about how awesome it was because I could be his 'lezbro'. The humiliating treatment ceased to exist and is no longer a problem. When high school hit, curiosities peaked and I became a notorious sex symbol.

"You know.. I still think you should join the football team. You're cool with all the guys on the team, so why not?" Puck breaks the, much appreciated and short lived, silence.

I can't help but sigh and roll my eyes at this. Puck has been trying to pitch this idea to me since freshmen year. We're juniors now.

Puck stops dead in his tracks and stares at me.

"Look, before you deny me, yet another time, just think about it. You're already pretty popular Quinn. I know you don't give a fuck about popularity or 'school sponsored events' but take a minute to stop being such a badass and just consider it. Football will raise your rep 10 fold. Plus, you're super good. So for once we could actually win." Puck continues.

I've told him no time and time again. Every time I shut down his request he breaks a little more each time. It sucks to see my best friend like that, but joining the football team draws a lot of attention and I prefer to keep to myself.

I'll humor him though.

"I will think about it, Puck." I respond with a huff.

Pucks lips pressed into a thin line and he responded with a quiet and sarcastic, "Sure you will."

Just before things begin to get awkward, I'm grateful to see Finn towering in front of our tree house.

I've known Finn since middle school. He, along side Puck, stood up for me when I was getting bullied.

"Hey guys!" Finns shouts and waves with that oafish grin on his face.

"I thought you were shacked up for the night, attempting to get your virgin on with lady man hands." By now he was used to my grim humor and insulting nicknames, but he always reacted with the same defensive attitude.

"Don't talk about Rachel like that! Not cool, dude." I can't help but roll my eyes.

Finn has been dating his current girlfriend, Rachel, since sophomore year. They were nauseously romantic and impossible to stand near for more then a few minutes. But he was happy so, deep down, I was happy for him. I'd never tell him that though.

"Now, what was so important that you insisted I meet you two here?" Finn inquires.

His sudden question reminds me of why I gathered them here and I excitedly rush up the tree house latter, gesturing for them to follow my lead.

"Feast your eyes, gentlemen." I say with a smirk as I step aside revealing the surprise.

"A keg?! How'd you get it?" Puck beams with wide eyes, practically yelling with excitement.

I smirk at his impressed reaction and I fold my arms across my chest, taking pride in my achievement.

"I bought the keg just the other day with my fake ID. I figured a back-to-school party was necessary considering you've got first-string wide receiver and Finn's got first-string quarterback in the bag."

Truthfully, even if they don't get their first-string positions I would still throw a big back-to-school party anyhow. Any reason is reason enough to throw a party, even if it means we're returning to that crummy excuse of a school.

"But in the mean time," I pause as I toss my friends each a can of bud light. "Here's something to hold us for now." I crack open my own can and take a huge swig.

Hours pass and random conversations (mostly about chicks) come and go and just before I can even get the previous memory out of my head, Puck interrupts the silence, again.

"So, Quinn.. Do you think you could try out for running back tomorrow?"

Tomorrow?! I damn near spit out my beer. HE MUST BE DRUNK! There is no way in hell that is happening. But before I can even protest Finn chimes in.

"Yeah! You should. Me and Puck have been talking about it and.." Finn pauses, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Well, you know how good it is when we play at the park and stuff."

What?! I still can't hammer the word tomorrow out of my head. I can't believe Finn could even agree with this shit! I mean, he isn't the sharpest crayon in the box but still.

It's been decided. They're both drunk.

"So what?! That's the park! This is the real deal! And there is no way I could be ready by tomorrow."

Finn looks like he wants to argue and, for the moment, I even consider punching him in the face to put the whole conversation at rest. But it's Puck who speaks up.

"Look Q, I know you're nervous or whatever but we've seen you and you're great! You're better then anyone on that team by far. Me and Finn.. We need this Q. We need you. Football could be our only chance at college."

This is all so much to take in, but maybe football wouldn't be so bad. They needed me. I just hope I won't regret this.

"Fine."

The bell just rang; Signaling that I was late to my first class on the first day of school. What's new? I sigh and grab my books from my locker as slow as I possibly can. I dread this day. Meanwhile puck is beside me chatting it up with some random blonde girl. Typical.

When I turn around I see a gang of cheerios advancing towards me and it takes everything not to roll my eyes. They're hot but they don't rule this school like they think they do.

Before I have the opportunity of rushing away their leader, Santana, speaks.

"I heard you're having a party." She smirks.

Who the fuck told- Sam! It had to have been. Him and his big mouth. Literally.

My dense friend Sam, who I met last year, was incredibly nice but too nice for my liking. The poor kid couldn't hold water. If he wasn't off doing some horrible impression he was still talking. Definitely talking. Always, always talking. I should've known, telling him was a rookie mistake. I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"Who told you?!" I hiss. Her nonchalant attitude has me seething, and she knows this.

"It's all over the twitter-sphere." Santana replies calmly, looking at her perfectly manicured nails. Twitter, of course! I suppose I should've given Sam more credit.

She thinks she's so sly and so goddamn perfect with that dumb smile on her face!

"Well you aren't invited." My lips press into a thin line.

Her menacing, cheshire cat, grin only grows broader and she begins to laugh. Not just a small giggle but a laugh. It's oddly compelling but extremely irritating. What the fuck is so funny?

"Of course we were invited."

By who? My obvious confusion but have been plastered on my face because she answers before I even get the opportunity to speak.

"Isn't that right Puck?" What?!

Puck slowly pulls his attention away from the blonde he was chatting up and he looks just as confused as me but he smirks when he sees who the voice came from and just as usual he begins thinking with the wrong head.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah of course. You ladies are definitely welcome to come party with the Puckasaurus."

Id-i-ot.

"Thanks Puck!" Santana calls back as she's already halfway down the hall.

Breathe Quinn. Breathe. Just Brea-

"Ow! What the fuck Quinn!" Puck yells as he rubs his injured arm.

Well, breathing wasn't working. He deserved to be punched; He of all people knows better then to invite Santana to MY party. He knows exactly how I feel about that spawn of Satan.

"C'mon Q, you can't possibly be mad! You want a party with no girls?!"

I'll never tell him this but he's right. But still, Santana? This is a bad start to this day.

I grip my gym bag hard, taking a deep breath before I enter the guy locker room. God it smells. I hate coming in here but Figgins makes me use this locker room due to my non-lady parts. When I tried to protest against it he simply said, "Quinn as much as I'd love to help, my hands are tied!" He's a pathetic excuse for a principal. But I suppose it makes sense, and the guys don't mind so I fit in well enough.

"Yo Quinn!" I look over to see Finn at his locker, waving me over to him.

He shoves some football gear against my chest, identical to the gear that he's already sporting. Finn has a big grin on his face, I know how much this means to him. Meanwhile, my heart is beating out of my chest, I can't believe I'm really doing this.

I get dressed slowly, thinking over the plays that me, Puck, and Finn went over last night in the tree house. I splash my face with cold water from the locker room sink and I look up at myself in the mirror.

I can do this. I can.

I put my hair up into a high messy bun and I put on a nike headband as the finishing touch. I let out a big breath that I didn't even realize I was holding in.

I can do this.