AN: Hey guys, I won't do many of these but I feel the need to mention that this story is set during season two never been kissed and will follow along with the very basic plot of what happened throughout that season. OK I'll leave you alone to read now. enjoy!

Look at me

Chapter 2: Why me?

"Alright!" Coach bellowed at the throng of hopefully high school boys, "there are a lot of you, and I need to cut it right down! We'll start with some basic drills."

She paced back and forth, her eyes lingering on Luc Fabray, the last minute addition to her try out list.

Quinn ran her hands over the soft Mohawk she had styled her hair into, determined to show everyone that she could do this, even if she got hurt trying.

"On my whistle!" She yelled.


A few days had passed by, no hints of what Coach Beiste had decided for the final team. She walked quickly into her English class, being careful to maneuver around the mass of students already sitting and combining their desks, their teacher was a complete push over so Quinn figured she could probably get away with sitting in the corner and going over the book for some of her other classes, best not waste any more time than necessary to catch up with the other students. She smiled briefly as some random guy sat down beside her.

The sound of chairs scraping violently against the classroom floor cause Quinn to look up startled, watching as two of the guys from the football tryouts, Puck and Finn; she remembered them from the hideous Mohawk and Finns gigantic height, started to scream and shove each other

"Why would you do it?" Finn screamed pushing puck into the desks and the excited crowd, which wisely moved back, not wanting to be hit, "she's MY girlfriend."

More students stood up to join the crowd, the teacher rushing out of the room for some reason . . . probably to get another teacher, wise move. He was way too old and frail looking to be able to stop two teenage boys twice his size and most likely weight.

If Mohawks muscles were anything to go on.

Moving forward to get a better look, Quinn watched as the few pushes turned into punches and grabbing. Moving with the flow of the crowd as they retained a safe distance from the fighting boys.

The sandcastle they had been working on for a good hour was crushed under one of the stupid fighting boys giant feet, Quinn looked up and glared at the two boys, ready to scream at them.

"It's my toy Jerry!" the boy with bright red hair hissed, tugging roughly at the shovel being pulled between the two of them.

"But it's my turn!" the other one argued back, tugging harder and taking another step back on their castle.

Before she could start screaming at them, Luc stood up and held out his toy shovel. They stopped whining at each other to look at him, Luc continued to smile.

"If you're going to fight over that toy than just take mine," he said softly, "you ruined my sister's castle and I want to get back to rebuilding it, but I can't if you're standing on it fighting."

The boy that was standing on the ruined castle moved and took the shovel from Luc's hand slowly.

Luc sat back down and start to reshape the sand, the boys that were previously fighting moving to either side of them and copying Luc.

That day, Quinn had the biggest sand castle she had ever seen, complete with a Knight, a prince and an evil dragon that tried to take her way from the castle.

Quinn was snapped out of her day dream by something hard colliding with her back, before she could stop herself, she was being propelled forward, right into the two boys fighting. She collided hard with Finn, hearing him gasp in surprise as she bounced off him. Stumbling back a few steps she lifted her hands in surrender as the two boys rounded on her.

"Whoa!" Quinn spoke, her brain going into meltdown mode "easy!"

A fourth figure entered the fray of students; it was Quinn's Spanish teacher. He was quick to step in the middle of them. Stepping back into the crowd as Mr Schuester, or 'Mr Schue' as Finn called him diffused the situation.

Swallowing around the lump that was rising in her throat she sat back down for the remaining ten minutes of class and doodled in the back of a random book.


Sport was brutal that day, their teacher had them running laps around the school, training for some triathlon or something that Quinn was positive most of the students couldn't give a-

And it didn't help that she had to wait until the locker rooms were deserted until she could shower, her mum wouldn't appreciate her coming home a sweaty mess in her gym clothes and Quinn . . . well . . . anything to make things easier. No need to have her worrying about Quinn personal hygiene or the quality of the schools facilities.

So that left Quinn, nearly two hours after school had finished for the day, making her way toward the front entrance of the school, she had sent her mum a text while she was waiting for everyone else to leave, making it look like she was doing something extremely important that made showering impossible right at that second, ignoring the lewd gestures Puck made.

The door was insight, but before Quinn could reach it, two sets of hands shoved her backwards into the nearby lockers, her eyes opening wide as she saw two guys clad in varsity jackets standing in front of her.

She was fighting her instincts to curl in on herself, since that's not what Lucas would do in these types of situations. Taking a step forward she stuck her chin up and opened her mouth to say-

In a synchronized movement that HAD to have been practiced beforehand, they raised their arms and tossed the freezing grape slushy Quinn hadn't noticed they were carrying until then at her face. Unable to close her eyes in time they were hit with the full force of the slushy, stinging like hell instantly, ice hitting the back of the throat. She moved backwards as a reflex, colliding with the harsh metal of the locker, again, her head snapping back; making a sickening thud.

"Welcome to the team Lady Face," one of them hissed, tossing something at her feet as she slid down the lockers, her head throbbing as she clutched uselessly at the ground. Tears pouring out of her eyes at both the pain and humiliation of what just happened.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there for, it could have been mere minutes or a few hours, but eventually Quinn heard voices coming towards her.

"He's our competition," one of the voices hissed, Quinn could hear they were irritated, if their tone was anything to go by. "How do you know this isn't another Jessie?"

"Just give him a chance 'Cedes," another exasperated voice commented. "Not everyone from rival show choirs is out to destroy us."

"Listen to-" the first voice cut off.

Quinn raised her hands to wipe at the sticky substance on her face, a vain attempt really since it had pretty much dried.

"Is that the new student?" The second voice asked. Quinn could hear their footsteps getting louder as they approached, stopping right in front of her. Blinking rapidly, she attempted to look up at them.

She was only able to open them for a brief moment, enough time to see that two people were standing in front of her. She recognised them instantly, she didn't know their names, but they were always practically attached to the hip. If the boy wasn't obviously gay then Quinn would think they were going steady.

"Are you alright?" the girl asked, Quinn could feel the pressure of a hand on her shoulder, barely stopping herself from flinching she answered.

"I'm, um, I'm not, really sure," she stumbled out honestly.

"Come on." The pressure on her shoulder moved into a grip, helping pull her onto her feet. Quinn struggled a bit, the drying slushy making everything sick uncomfortably, she felt a hand on her back, hesitant and light at first before helping push her up.

Relying heavily on their guidance, Quinn stumbled her way into the closest bathroom; she felt the hand maneuver her around until she was leaning against the sink. She heard the sounds of the tap running before a wet cloth was placed in her hands.

"Thank you." Quinn smiled gratefully as she reached up to rub at her eyes and her hair.

After a few minutes Quinn's head was relatively slushy free, the once white cloth stained purple.

She took off her hoody, thankful she had worn several layers even though it was humid today and inspected the damage. If she washed it enough, it should be fine.

"I'm Luc," she said, holding her hand up towards her helpers.

"Mercedes," the girl replied shaking her hand, her grin was blinding.

"Kurt," The effeminate boy replied after Mercedes, his hands were really soft.

"Thank you for helping me," she continued, "that was really kind of you."
"It's no problem Luc," Mercedes replied, not missing a beat, "we know what it's like to be treated like that."

"Still, you didn't have to stop." Running her fingers through her hair she cringed a bit when she brushed over the tender spot from where it hit the unforgiving metal of the damn lockers.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Oh," Quinn quickly replied, "it's nothing; I just hit my head when they pushed me into the lockers."

"Ouch, locker slam." Mercedes and Kurt cringed in sympathy.

As she continued to wipe at her neck with the cloth Mercedes had handed her, a though hit her, the jock had said 'welcome to the team'. Looking at her bag resting on the floor next to her, she finally realised what they threw at her, what Mercedes had grabbed when she and Kurt took her to the girls bathroom to get cleaned up.

A varsity jacket.

Shouting out a quick 'I have to go, seriously thanks for your help'. As she chucked the towel in the sink and grabbed her backpack along with the jacket she rushed out of the girl's bathroom, oblivious to the annoyed click of Kurt's tongue as she rushed down the hallway to the boy's locker room.

Slamming through the door, she ran to the listing.

Sure enough, there was her name.

LUCAS FABRAY – KICKER.

The kicker part had been scratched out and replaced with 'screamer' but still. She had made the team!

Making her way calmly out of the room, she didn't bother to fight the smile spreading across her face.

The excitement, adrenaline coursing through Quinn's veins was sky rocketing. She made it! She was the kicker for the McKinley high football team.

Walking around the deserted hallways Quinn started to run to her locker, shaking with the adrenaline coursing through her system, before she could stop it a high pitched squeal left her mouth as she started to jump up and down, stopping to fumble with the lock, after a few attempts she finally got it in and shoved her remaining books into her locker, unable to remain still any longer she shut her locker and started to dance, just small arm movements and jumping on the spot, a few head twist here and there, her dad was going to be so proud of her!

Throwing herself at the ground onto her knees she lifted her fists into the air in a silent scream of victory, her head throbbing from all the unnecessary movement.

Hearing footsteps echoing behind her, Quinn turned around as she stood up and came face to face with the same girl she kept running into.

"Hi," she said, smiling brightly at Quinn.

"Hi there," Quinn smiled back after only a brief hesitation, "I'm Lucas Fabray."

Her parents always told her to be polite above all else.

"Rachel Berry," she replied, shaking Quinn's outstretched hand she wasn't even aware she offered.

"So I don't suppose that you just happened to not have seen that embarrassing display earlier?" Quinn stumbled out after a few seconds of silence.

"Nope, saw it," Rachel smiled, laughter evident in her voice. "You're a . . . enthusiastic person."

"Yeah," Quinn shrugged, "well I made the football team, it's kind of a big deal to me."

"No I got that," Rachel nodded. "Getting on the football team is a big deal at McKinley, well at every school I suppose, it's basically your own personal ticket to social supremacy."

"Also my dad's going to be really happy," she added without thinking.

"Yeah there's that too," Rachel agreed, as Quinn opened her mouth to say more her phone went off in her pocket.

Looking away from Rachel for the first time she pulled out her phone to see her dads face flashing up on the screen

"I-" Quinn mumbled after a few seconds. "I need to answer this."

"Oh, yeah, I understand," Rachel blushed, letting go of their still clasped hands. Waving as she turned to leave.

"I'll, um, see you later," Quinn smiled, waving back at Rachel as she walked off.

"Hi dad," she answered her phone.

"Where are you?" he asked his tone cold.

"I- I made the team," she nearly yelled, the excitement in her tone for a complete different reason.