*** All of these lines across my face ***

Chapter 3

Santana's POV:

I can't believe is only November. This year is fucking dragging and now it's cold out to make it worse. Cheerios practices were hell all fall and we had to cheer for our miserable excuse of a football team. They are seriously fucking pathetic. Quinn is constantly on my ass about everything and anything she can nitpick. Her forcing B and I to join glee with her to watch her idiot of a boyfriend drool over the midget is the worst torture she's subjected us to.

Britt Britt is always off in her own world. It's so frustrating watching her go from guy to guy. I wish she'd just pick one for God's sake... or none of them, and only hook up with me. They are all just annoying, stupid, immature high school boys anyways. Maybe my parents were right about not dating until I'm 18. Although, they seem like they would be okay with me dating their friends' son, who is the biggest douche ever. He looks like he takes steroids, because he is super jacked but something has clearly affected his brain. Ugh, barf. Thinking about that is almost as bad as being in this fucking gym right now.

I can't believe we have to cheer at a girls' basketball game. Seriously, who even knew our school had a damn team? But, according to Sue, the other team has a freak of nature that draws a crowd and you never know who could show up. So here we are cheering and attempting to do some of our hardest stunts. Aaaaaaaaand Berry is signing the National Anthem, like I don't see that hobbit enough in glee. God they're a bunch of losers. I thought that when the unholy trinity joined, they might get a little bit cooler. I couldn't have been more wrong, they are still a bunch of freaks.

After Berry finishes, Q turns around to face us. "Listen up; we're only cheering during timeouts and halftime. We're not going to be like their lame cheerleaders and do crappy cheers the whole game. During timeouts we'll do the short routines and at halftime we'll do the full routine with the new stunts at the end. Got it?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Good. So while they are playing, we'll just stand here and look hot."

"Hey San, look how hot that guy is." Brit whispered to me and nodded to the opposing team's crowd.

After an eye roll, I glance at said guy. He was freakishly tall like Finn, but doesn't look like a constipated toddler with man boobs. He actually looked like he could be a model and you can tell he works out a lot and is ripped under his button down shirt. His light brown hair is short and styled with a small faux hawk that looks a million times better than whatever is on Puck's head. Ok so he is definitely more attractive than any guy at McKinley. After my once over, I just shrug. "He's alright."

I was too distracted by what was happening on the court to listen to B's rambles about the guy. Sue was right when she said the other team had a freak of nature on their team, although she failed to mention how hot she is. This chick is seriously good and very attractive. Tall, blonde, athletic build, long ass legs… if she looks that good in a basketball jersey, I'd love to see what she looks like out of it. In regular clothes, I mean. Damn, it's like watching LeBron play against a bunch of middle schoolers. Our team already had to call a time out because she scored 12 straight points, and we're still at zero. Oh shit, a time out means I have to cheer.

After the cheer, Q is smirking at me.

"Spit it out Fabray."

"I didn't know you were so into basketball S."

"Fuck you. I can appreciate talent when I see it." I rolled my eyes and looked away from her smug face. Guess I need to keep my leering in check the rest of the game.

Finally half time rolls around. This game is seriously a blow out and is painful to watch. Hopefully we can leave after this routine. We're all in our places and the music cues up, finally something for our crowd to cheer about. The routine is going flawless when we get to the final stunt. It's the toughest pyramid formation that cheerleaders have ever attempted. There are more people in the air than on the ground. Brit and I are in the third tier holding up Quinn with one hand and the other is holding our free leg above our heads. We pull it off and I'm smiling when the music stops. Right when the crowd erupts, I feel it, a slight wobble from the girl below me holding my foot. It's too soon for the dismount; we're supposed to hold this for 8 seconds. Before I can even look down, I'm falling backwards. Fuck this is gonna hurt. Right when I feel like I should be hitting the ground, I feel a strong pair of arms catch me. My eyes are still shut tight and it's silent in the gym. Maybe I died and didn't feel the pain. I open my eyes slowly and see the crowd staring at me, still standing in shocked silence. The cheerios are all staring at me too, looks like they all landed fine. The girl that dropped me already has tears streaming down her face. I look at the person that caught me and see a St. John's basketball jersey. Oh shit it's the hot freak of nature. When I make eye contact with her, my breath catches. She has the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. Their greenish-greyish-blueish with yellow specks and a dark blue ring around the outside, I've never seen anything like them. While I'm staring into them they change colors to the prettiest sky blue I've ever seen. Wait, how the fuck did that happen? She is giving me a sweet smile and I'm about to ask when Sue interrupts.

"Are you ok, S?"

I look at my coach and feel myself being lifted. That's when I realize that this chick caught me on her knees. I was literally inches from busting my ass on the floor.

"Yeah I'm good."

My savior puts me down and holds onto my waist for a second to make sure I'm stable.

"That was a good catch. I'm impressed with your quickness." Sue directs at her. I think that's the nicest thing Sue has ever said to someone. I'm almost more shocked at that then the fall.

The hot baller chick does not look flattered with the complement. In fact, she steps slightly in front of me and gets right in Sue's face.

"Maybe you shouldn't have your cheerleaders do such dangerous stunts. If I wasn't here to catch her, she would have been seriously injured." She practically growled out.

"I'm sure Santana would have been.."

"She just fell from 14 feet. She would not have been fine. She would have injured her back and cracked her head open, at the least." Oh my god, I've never seen someone in Sue's face like this and I'm pretty sure no one has ever cut her off and survived. Sue's face hardens and she's about to say something when the halftime buzzer goes off.

"Please clear the floor ladies." The ref said to Sue and me. The two blondes are still nose to nose, staring each other down. After a few more tense seconds, the girl backs up.

"You should be more responsible with your cheerleaders and actually care about their wellbeing instead of national championships." And with that, she glanced at me, giving me a small smile, and then walked away to start the second half while Sue stormed away.

Oh. My. God. I'm so shocked by everything that happened in the past two minutes I can't even move. I feel someone grab my hand and pull me off the court. I finally register that it's Brit and she's asking if I'm ok. I can only nod.

"Santana, are you ok?" I look up at Quinn. She actually looks concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine, but the bitch that dropped me isn't going to be." That got Q to drop the concerned look and crack a smirk.

"I already kicked her off all stunts and Sue is laying into her now. We're only doing basic lifts and cheers the rest of the game. Think you can handle that?"

I just cross my arms and give her a hard look. "In my fucking sleep Fabray."

We stand back in our line on the side of the court and watch the game, my eyes never leaving my rescuer. Seriously, who the fuck is that chick?