Oh my goodness! So soon?! I know, sometimes I even surprise myself. When I finished writing the last chapter last night I just couldn't stop writing, I don't even know where the motivation came from I was just loving writing the story so much!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, Quinn and Santana finally meet and talk! Exciting times and so much fun to write :)

I have nothing to do with Glee

I lost count of the number of times Schue had to tell us three to shut up throughout the lesson. I suppose it was mostly my fault, I just couldn't help starting a conversation Mr Schue was a terrible Spanish teacher. And it's not just because Spanish was my second language, he was just teacher all the shit that no one actually would need to know. I suppose that's the education system for you though.

As it neared the end of the lesson it actually started grating on my nerves, hearing his poor excuse of a Spanish accent and then listening to him reprimand me had finally run its course. After one last scalding I made sure to absolutely annihilate him through a wide range of Spanish vocabulary that mostly consisted of me calling him a fucking dunce who needed to be taking this fucking lesson himself and not teaching it.

Some of the kids in the class seemed to understand the gist of my outburst as they sat trying to contain their smirks and giggles. Schue seemed slightly taken aback for a minute before he ended up sighing and carrying on his lesson, completely oblivious to my bitching.

The bell ringing for the end of the lesson was a blessing to my ears, I swear I've never shot up so fast from a seat. Before almost sprinting out of the room though I turned to my two new friends, "I'll see you around, dudes," I winked at them both and let my eyes linger on Quinn a second longer before turning and heading out of the room. Hopefully I'd made a good first impression.

X

The next lesson was pretty damn uneventful. Like sure I got stared at a lot but that just kinda came with the package when you hijack an assembly on your first ever day at school, I elected to just ignore them and carry on with my hella mysterious cool girl persona it seemed to be working wonders.

Break was next on the list and I didn't particularly know where to go, Puck and I hadn't discussed a meeting spot and none of the other glee clubbers were in my last lesson so it looked like I was fending for myself. I wasn't particularly that bothered though, I needed to find out when the soccer try outs were anyway since you know, I'm a superstar athlete as well as being an awesome musician.

With a quick word to my previous teacher for directions to the sports staff I was on my way to the locker room to search for the female soccer coach. Getting there wasn't the difficult part however, because once I'd arrived the god damn cheerleading crew seemed to have congregated around the entrance to the sporting section of the school. Nice.

I rolled my eyes dramatically and began to weave in and out of the shit tonne of girls. None of them even fucking considered moving out of my way, as soon as I even asked one politely to move, she just looked at me with distaste before turning back to her conversation. Fucking bitch.

Taking no prisoners I just began to shove past them all, fuck cheerleaders and their pretentious ways. It was when I was almost home free that my arm almost got pulled out of its socket from a vice like grip dragging me off to one side, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jesus Christ, of course it would be fucking Quinn.

Since she decided to ask so nicely, I chose to not tell her my true intentions, "Stalking you obviously," I looked her up and down slowly whilst biting my lip.

She huffed and placed her hands on her hips. My arm was still tingling where her hand had just been, "Which coach are you looking for? I can help." As soon as the words came out of her mouth I could tell that she regretted them, why would she want to spend her break helping someone she doesn't even know?

It was easier to just get this conversation done with so we could both go on with our business, "Soccer."

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, she was probably expecting me to try and join the cheerleading squad or something. Ha, not a chance in hell, flexibility is not my strong suit. She quickly got her surprise under control and turned behind her, "The coach is the woman over there, Beiste," She pointed to a rather manly woman that was sitting at a table seemingly contemplating whether to eat a full chicken or a plate of pasta. I nodded my thanks and shuffled past her, careful to avoid any contact, I didn't want to feel any more tingles than I already had, I might not have been able to control myself.

Looking at Beiste I was pretty intimidated, she was a strong looking woman that could probably crush me with her bare hands, I felt the need to tread carefully. I coughed to gain her attention before speaking, "Hey, Coach Beiste isn't it?" I squared my shoulders as I waited for her to turn, never show weakness.

"Sure is cupcake! What can I do ya for?" She smiled cheerfully at me giving me her undivided attention, the food on the table now forgotten. To say I was shocked would have been kind of a major understatement; with the way Beiste was built I was expecting a major bitch that was used to bullying kids to get her own way. Damn, I was so far from the truth it looks like.

I smiled back at her, a lot more relaxed now, "I was actually wondering when the soccer try outs are? I'm new to the school and I'd like to be on the team."

Beiste somehow smiled wider and clapped me on the shoulder, "Atta girl! We're always looking for fresh meat on the soccer team. The try outs will be Wednesday and Thursday after school, will that be a problem because of todays… situation?"

I shook my head in the negative, "Nope, we're cool I just need to tell Figgins and we're good to go." I smiled at her excitedly; soccer has, and will always be, my second love other than music. The adrenaline that you get from playing against an opposition, the aggression, the passion, it's beautiful.

She expressed her excitement again, though we were quickly cut off by the sound of the bell ringing for the end of break. I sighed and thanked her then whipped out my timetable to see where my next lesson was, fucking biology, all that lab partner bullshit.

X

Lessons dragged again though I did have a few glee club chums in the English class I had before lunch so that wasn't as tedious as I thought it was going to be.

Opening the door of the room for detention I was met with my long lost buddy Puck. With the way he bounded up to me and gave me a bear hug I would have thought he had been having withdrawals from my sexy presence.

I laughed as he spun me around, "Put me down, dickhead! Figgins could show up any minute and then we're both screwed."

He quickly put me down and pretended to brush some dust off of my shoulders, "Sorry darlin' guess I just got a little carried away," He span around and sat on the chair he had been on before I came in, "How's ya first day in the shit hole been?"

I sat down in the chair next to him, my usual slouching position taken up, "Ah you know, as boring as you would expect. Only highlight was Quinn dude, she's smokin'!" I leaned my head back and let it hang in the air, staring at the ceiling as I daydreamed about how Quinn's ass looked in those wonderful, wonderful cheerio skirts.

"Dude you're so fucked. You have like minus zero percent chance of doing the dirty with her, her dad is huge on god lovin' and he's a fucking douche, he would probably kick Quinn out if she even fucked a dude. He's all about 'waiting till marriage' and all that bullshit."

I sighed and rolled my head so I was looking at Puck, "Who said I wasn't up for a challenge?" I smirked at him playfully.

Puck smiled devilishly and leaned closer towards me, "Lezpez, if you manage to bed Quinn, you will be my fucking hero, like I will fucking worship you."

I laughed, "Well boy, you should probably get practicing on that, this bitch has mad skills." I winked at him as I brought my hands up behind my head and rested them there in true player fashion.

He snorted, "Yeah, we'll see about that babe-" Unfortunately, he was rudely interrupted and Figgins sauntered through the door and popped himself down at the teachers desk,

"I'm presuming you all know the rules of detention since most people here are repeat offenders," His beady eyes rested on Puck for a few seconds, "So shush and you can go when the bell rings, you can eat but only if you save me some." Dear Lord, save me from this fucking nightmare.

I folded my arms on the desk and leaned my head on them, may as well catch up on some sleep if I'm here right?

X

The bell ringing for the end of lunch startled my from my slumber. Springing up I was faced with Puck's smirking face, I offered him my middle finger in response.

Standing up, Puck grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him so he could whisper into my ear, "Glee club, tonight after school, we need to tell F-dog, you game?" I nodded back to him.

Figgins was still sat at the desk reading his magazine when we approached from the student's side of the desk, "What do you two want? To cause more ruckus than you already have?" He made a tusking noise and shook his head, not even lifting his eyes from the magazine with a half-naked man plastered over the page.

"Actually Sir, it's glee club tonight and we're both gonna be going, is that cool?" Puck spoke for the both of us as I stood quietly beside him like a good little girl.

Figgins waved his hand sparingly, "Yes, yes sure. Go have fun with your little singing group of misfits."

I suppose I might as well bring up the try outs too… I coughed to regain his attention, "I also can't be here Wednesday or Thursday after school because it's try outs for the soccer team," I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

This seemed to spark the principal's attention, his eyes rose for the first time to look at me. His face held an interested expression as be leaned back in his chair, "Oh really? Well I would never have pinned you as an athlete Santana. You musical folk are usually only good at one thing. No offense obviously Puckerman, I'm presuming you won't be here Wednesday either due to your football practice?"

Puck nodded his head in agreement, "It's so comforting to know that you know my schedule, principal Figgins."

Figgins again waved his hand, "Nonsense, I make it my duty to know where my favourite students are at every minute of every day. Now off you go, it would be a terrible shame for you both to be late to two lessons in a single day!"

We weren't going to wait to be told twice. Shooting out of the room, Puck was the first to start the conversation as we strolled in a random direction, no intentions of going to our lessons any time soon, "So the soccer team, huh?"

I nudged him with my shoulder, "Hell yeah, you should see me in kit, I look fucking hot as hell."

"I'm sure you do babe, which is super lucky for you since Quinn cheers for the soccer team on your home games," He laughed loudly as I stopped dead in my tracks, he turned to face my frozen face, "Yep, she sure does, and I'll bet money that you can't concentrate when she's flying about with that damn skirt on!" He giggled again childishly.

I huffed at him in annoyance, "Oh fuck you Puckerman, once I'm on that pitch there's nothing that can stop me," I paused for a moment then smirked, "This could actually turn out to be a good thing, like dude, she gets to see me doing what I love, maybe I can win her over with being awesome on the pitch." My mind drifted to all of the possibilities that could come from Quinn watching me play soccer, and damn all of the feelings that I'll experience knowing that she'll be shouting my name when I get the ball on the pitch.

Puck's fingers snapping in front of my face broke me out of my daze, I made sure to look at him with the most hatred I could muster. He held up his hands in innocence, "Sorry dude but I thought you was about to start humping the fucking walls if I didn't stop your imagination."

I fought the urge to punch him in the face.

"Puck, you know you really are a fucking dick don't you?"

He smiled at me adoringly because pulling me into a hug that I couldn't break free from, not for lack of trying, "Aw babe, I know I'm a dick, but I'm your dick, and a loveable one at that." He released me from his death grip and kissed me on the forehead, "Remember, glee club tonight, choir room, I'll be waiting!"

I chuckled at his retreating form. I swear I've never been as close to a person in all my life than to Puck and I'd only known him for a week. Whatever was in the water in Lima, Ohio, with the way things were going I defiantly wasn't against drinking a hell of a lot more of it.

So dudes, how'd you like it? Does two chapters in the space of a day and a half make up for my year long disappearance?

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