Okay, so you can tell I'm home sick as this is the second chapter I've posted this weekend. I don't know how long it'll take for the next one to be out, it depends on if I go back to work this week, and if I can get inspired. But I'm good because I am really enjoying writing this story as it feels like a breath of fresh air. Again, dedicated to my lion. I love you - R x

'Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life, you expect it to always be there because you can't remember a time in your life when it wasn't, but then one day you feel something else, something that feels wrong because it's so unfamiliar. And in that moment you realize, you're happy. For me, it was the first day I picked up a soccer ball; I must have been around 7 years old. My father didn't like me playing, until he realized how good I was, and how he could brag about it to his fellow co-workers. You see, Fabray's always succeed, and we are born champions. He'd tell me over dinner, forcing me to be better, to join another little league. By the time I turned ten, I didn't know what a summer holiday was. The minute school was out; I was being shipped off to soccer camp, every waking moment became soccer, soccer, soccer and more soccer, it's like, I couldn't see the inventible ending of my family drawing closer, all I knew, was soccer.'

She ran up and down the pitch, completing suicides for her lack of enthusiasm last practise. Sue Sylvester enjoyed seeing the team suffer. One of the girls, had already keeled over and curled up into a ball onto the pitch as Sue began screaming through her mega phone Quinn tried to push through, letting her mind drift away from practise, onto different things, that to be honest, weren't that much better.

'Bend it like Beckham soccer camp. Russell pulled me some strings and I got in. And Beckham said he was going to pick one kid to play against. I remember I was so nervous, I felt like my knees were about to buckle, and I think; in a moment of weakness, Russell could feel that. So he put his hand on my shoulder to steady me, and when Beckham came over he said "This is my daughter Quinn, and she has an amazing Bicycle kick. And then I played one on one with one of the best players in history; that was one of the best days of my life…'

Smiling to herself as she heard the rustle of the goal, as the ball hit the net she jogged behind the rest of the team, pulling her signature moves, everybody knew that when Fabray was about to do a bicycle kick, it was going in the goal, and it always did. The circuit continued, they must have been out there for over two hours now as the sky around them had begun to dim.

Rachel was waiting on the side-lines, watching the blonde with a soft smile as the coach finally called the practise to an end.
"Q… there is an obscure poorly dressed hobbit waiting for you, please come and get rid of it, I fear the safety of my gold…"
Rolling her eyes at Sue, Quinn smiled softly before jogging over to Rachel
"Berry."
Rachel smiled and shook her head at the blonde before wrinkling her nose "You stink."
"Let me take a shower, I can walk you home?"
Ignoring the fact that she'd actually driven to school that day Rachel nodded in agreement, as Quinn walked off toward the locker rooms, returning after a short while.

Walking out of the car park the two girls spoke about their day, turning down the street as they spoke about how crazy Sue was. Somewhere during the conversation Quinn's stomach let out a growl causing the blonde to blush and Rachel to giggle.
"I know a good diner if you're hungry?"
"Please."

Leading the blonde to the small truck-stop diner she led her inside to a booth in the back corner.
"How do you know about a place like this?" Quinn raised a brow
"Why wouldn't I know about a place like this, it sells good food, I like good food."
Quinn just nodded before picking up the menu and deciding on what to eat.
Once they all ordered , comfortable silence fell over the pair.
"How was practise ?"
"Sue is crazy, but I love it…" Quinn smiled
"Sometimes the best ones are…"
"That is true, and I'm used to crazy, I've been going to soccer camp for ten years."
"Ten years, I've performed for ten years, but…. I've never known anyone with as much passion for something as myself…"
.More like pressure" Quinn laughed bitterly "Fabray's always succeed, we are born champions" She mocked Russell's tone "We are the best at everything, we beat everybody, nobody can compare to a Fabray."
Rachel chewed her bottom lip and reached across the table lightly taking Quinn's hand in her own, stroking the soft skin delicately with her fingertips as they danced over the porcelain skin underneath them.
"I'm sorry about that.. He must be proud of you now though, right? Captain for the past three years… probably a thousand scholarships from different colleges?"
Shaking her head again Quinn sighed "He knows nothing, he's known nothing for the past 8 years.."

'The day I played against one of the greatest players, was one of the best days in my life. But it was also one of the worst, it was the day that I found out how much of a lying, cheating scumbag Russell was. It was the day I found out about my parents' divorce, my tenth birthday; probably the most bittersweet day I'd ever experience.

"Oh. Did he die?" Rachel whispered
"No. He cheated on my mom and they announced the divorce that day"
"Oh" Rachel looked down now feeling awkward.
"It's fine, honestly, It's why I've wanted to be the best, so that I can prove to him, It wasn't because of him, or because I was a Fabray, It's because I'm amazing at something that I love."
Shortly after the food arrived and both girls ate and spoke, about their day, about their passions, Rachel told Quinn about her plans for New York, and her audition in a couple of weeks, Quinn told Rachel about the state championship which was only three weeks away, but they still had a few games ahead of that.
"I'd love to see you play" Rachel smiled as she picked up a strawberry from Quinn's plate and popped in her mouth with a coy smile.
"I'd love to have you supporting me at game"
"Oh I never said I'd be supporting you…." She teased "Well tell me when the next game is and I'm there."
"Okay. It's tomorrow. 1pm kick off."
"I'll be there."

The sun was shining the next day as Rachel walked along the stand alone bleachers to find an empty seat. Brittany and the other cheerleaders were entertaining the crowd as Quinn and Santana warmed up on the side-lines.
Half- time. The team was up by two goals, but this team was good. If they were going to win at State they needed to work harder, train better. Throwing half a bottle of water over her head Quinn threw it down to the ground calling the team in for a rally.
"We are better than this. We got state. This is a fucking friendly!" She growled and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Come on Cap. It's a Saturday, we're tired. And we are winning"
"That isn't good enough Lopez!" the blonde glared at the Latina "It will never be good enough, we need to win, We do not lose, I... do not lose."
Santana sighed and nodded "If we can score another 3 goals before the end of the match, I will throw the biggest party at my house tonight… We go big." With the Latina's promise the team cheered before bringing it in and jogging back onto the pitch for the second half.

Quinn looked at Santana, nodding, the sun light in her eyes. The Latina had the ball, dribbling it down toward the goal, extra time. Two minutes left. Running up with just enough speed she quickly turned her head as Santana booted the ball toward her, it lifting off the ground with precision, angling her body properly she threw her body into the air, scissoring her legs as her foot connected with the ball, it hitting the top right corner of the net. Just as the whistle blew.
The crowd erupted in loud cheers. The cheerleaders screaming, Brittany dropped her pom-poms to the ground, running toward Santana who picked the girl up with ease and kissed her happily.

After the crowd dispersed, the team had showered and made arrangements for the party later; Quinn walked outside and spotted Rachel waiting for her, in the exact same spot as the day before.
"Nice shot." She smirked and hugged Quinn before pulling away.
The blonde checked the girl out; she was wearing a cute playsuit, showing off her figure "Nice legs…"
Rachel scoffed and pushed Quinn lightly "You played brilliantly. I can't wait to see you win in the state championship"
"You busy tonight?" the blonde asked as they made their way into the parking lot, Rachel walking toward her car.
"Not yet. Why?"
"Want to come to a party?"
Rachel pretended to think about it as she walked over to her car. It was a beautiful, black Mercury Comet circa 1963, cherry red interior. She climbed into the convertible before smiling up at Quinn.
"You can pick me up at 8, I'll text you my address later" She dropped thick rimmed sunglasses over her eyes before smiling and starting up the car. Driving off and leaving Quinn speechless.

'I said that, sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life, you expect it to always be there because you can't remember a time in your life when it wasn't, but then one day you feel something else, something that feels wrong because it's so unfamiliar. And in that moment you realize, you're happy. For me, it was the first day I picked up a soccer ball; or so I thought. But one day I realized it wasn't soccer, soccer was a part of me, For me, the first time I felt happy, was when Rachel Berry walked into my life and stopped everything in its tracks.'