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Santana's POV:

Practice was rough today. I didn't understand Coach Williams, she was pushing us like crazy. I guess it had to do with the fact that we had her biggest game of the year on Friday and she wanted us to be ready. I played forward, and I had the most goals on the season. I wasn't cocky about it, but I knew I should be.

"Good practice, not bad for an underclassman." I rolled my eyes at Sarah. She was a senior and a captain, and she was always on my case. It kept me on my game, and she wasn't full of malice, which was why I thought she was pretty cool.

"You've got a lot to say for someone who whiffed on that attempted shot last week." I said pulling my duffle bag over my shoulder. I felt a light shove in the back, and I turned and smiled at Sarah.

"You think you're such hot shit." Sarah said as we walked out to our cars. "You're so in over your head. I'm gonna score at least 2 goals."

"Bull, I'll score two and you can take an ice bath with me after." I said with a wink before I unlocked my car door.

"You goin to the party after the game? It's gonna be notorious and I promise to get smashed with you." I smiled and nodded my head.

"After we win, I'll be all about the party." I assured her.

"20 bucks kid, I bet 20 bucks that I'll outscore you." Sarah said before getting in her car and driving away. I smiled to myself and took one last look at the school before I got in. I spotted a figure near the entrance of the school. I backed my car out and drove over towards the entrance to see who it was.

Of course it was Rachel Berry.

It was dark outside. 13 minutes past 7 and I couldn't help but wonder why she was here. I rolled down my window and stared at her for a moment before opening my mouth. "What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"Waiting for my ride, what does it look like?" I laughed, since when did she get so angsty? And who the hell told her she could talk to me like that?

"Watch your damn mouth Berry." I warned her. "And what the hell is with you? Did your ride bail or something like that?" She shrugged and looked towards the street instead of at me, being as dramatic with her annoyance as she possibly could.

"I don't need your empathy, I'll wait here."

"Stop being all holier than thou, nobody needs your bullshit right now. Get in so I can take you home." She thought about protesting. Her eyes said protest, her body language screamed protest, but she walked over and got into the passenger's side seat without actually saying anything.

"Why are you taking me home?" She asked after a total of 3.9 seconds of silence.

"Because you were standing out there like some pedo's dream." I told her. "Wanna actually tell me where we're going?"

"Left up here." Rachel said. "And for your information I can defend myself just fine."

"Okay princess, whatever you say." I said before turning on my music and trying to drown out Rachel's constant sighing and huffing.

"I can't believe you like Sia."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Rachel smiled in response and I nudged her to get her to speak up. "Fine Berry, think whatever you want about me, it doesn't matter."

"Oh that's right, because I don't matter, my opinions must not matter either." I was afraid

my eyeballs were going to get stuck in the back of my head from rolling them so much.

"You're all about the drama huh?" I questioned. "No one said you don't matter, and

whoever did can go fuck themselves okay." I pulled into Rachel's driveway and parked. She grabbed her backpack from the back and pulled it onto her lap.

"The house policy is that whomever takes me home, must come inside and say hello to my parents." I arched an eyebrow and laughed.

"Like hell it is. The rules have changed; I'm not going in there." I assured Rachel.

"But I'll get in trouble!"

"Oh yeah? What's trouble for you Matilda? Getting put in time out?" Rachel did not look amused at all, and it was the most satisfying feeling. Rachel was definitely fun to mess with, now I understood why Quinn always bothered her. "Chill out, tell your folks you walked."

"I'm not a liar." She said with a huff. "And I can't believe that you would even assert-."

"Just shut up and go inside. And don't forget to come to the game on Friday." Now it was Rachel's turn to look at me with her head cocked to the side.

"If you think I'm going to see our soccer team play you're insane."

"You aren't going for them, you're going for me, I kick ass. We could use all the fan support, and if you go I'll get you into the party afterwards." Rachel still looked unsure. "Look just think about it and tell everyone you know. It's a big game for us and it means a lot."

"Goodnight Santana, thank you for the ride."

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Rachel's POV:

Did I want to go to the soccer game? Of course! But I didn't know if it was worth giving Santana the satisfaction. She just asked me because she'd probably asked half the school already, and she wanted as many people there as possible, so I didn't exactly feel special.

Except that she drove me home.

I thought that was weird. I couldn't believe she was even willing to talk to me while we drove, that part scared me the most. I wondered what would happen if I spoke to her tomorrow at school. Would she talk to me? Or pretend like I was a tiny spec of dust and brush me aside.

Probably option number two.

The interesting thing is that I've talked to Santana more time this week then I ever have, but I have no clue why. I just felt like there was something beneath her surface, something she was hiding maybe…but I just didn't know. The chance that Quinn would let me get anywhere near Santana was slim, and I had no clue as to why she cared so much about who Santana hung out with.

I stepped around the corner and walked into the cafeteria. It was louder than I expected. I went to grab a tray and make myself a salad. "Hey Rachel." I turned just in time to catch Kurt walking up beside me. "Aren't you excited?!" He asked clasping his hands together and grinning.

"For a salad?" I questioned.

"No for the girl's soccer game! It's huge news, and since they made it to state finals last year, they're the only promising sport we have." Kurt explained all in one breath. "So are you going?"

"I still don't know." I said with a shrug.

"Hey Kurt." I looked up and Santana was now standing only a few feet from Kurt and I. She was wearing her varsity jacket and soccer athletic pants, and she looked a million times cooler than I ever did. "You coming the game Friday?"

"Of course, you think I'd miss it, psh please girl." Santana laughed and I looked between them wondering if they had really talked before. I remember Kurt mentioning that Santana was in one of his classes but I forgot which one.

"You still undecided?" She asked me with a cocky grin.

"Oh please she's going." Kurt answered for me. "The after party though…eh I'm not so sure. I get nervous around all those jocks." Kurt wasn't the only one slightly nervous. Those were the guys who slushied me on a normal basis so I had the right to be worried.

"Don't worry about it, you guys can hang with me." Santana assured us. "Make me a sign Kurt, I'm competing with Sarah to see who gets the most fan support." Santana's arrogant smile returned and I watched her for a moment before looking down at my feet. "See you guys there." Once she was out of earshot Kurt spun and faced me.

"Today after school we'll pick out our outfits for the party, I want this to be perfect."

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