I couldn't get back into the right mood to write this, so I edited the restaurant scene of my She's the Man fic to kinda fit the personalities of the glee characters better to get back into the mindset.

Again many many thanks to the reviewers.

Quinn's POV

I'm on the soccer field yet again trying to clear my head from the fight. I don't know there's something about it that just calms me down. I let out a sigh as I shoot another ball at the goal and hear the satisfying sound of it hitting the back of the net. Am I really being irrationally jealous? I mean they were just glee assignments, so I guess I could have been a tinge harsh in my accusation. But then she has the nerve to go accusing me of having feelings for Sam. We just met him today! If anything she's the irrational one. And my brother, God, my own brother just seems to be encouraging Rachel's behavior. Eating her cookies which totally should have been mine. I have half a mind to just…

"Hey Quinn!" Sam calls out jogging over breaking me from my thoughts. Speak of the devil.

"Sam," I greet with a small smile and nod then go back to my penalty kicks slowly feeling my frustration with Rachel and Quinton situation growing.

"You ok?" He questions when he reaches me. "You look a little pissed off."

I let out an aggravated growl as my last kick ricochets off the goal post. "No, I'm fine," I reply angrily as my next ball goes wide.

"Riiight…want to try that answer again?"

-Sigh- "Not really. What are you doing out this late anyway?" I go to kick the last ball and instead of my foot connecting with the ball it meets solid earth and the next thing I know I'm crumpled on the ground groaning in pain.

"Woah, you ok?" Sam asks rushing towards me to which I just open up my eyes and glare at him. "Right stupid question. Can you stand?" He asks extending a hand to help pull me up.

"Not sure," I mumble out and taking the offered hand as he yanks me up. As soon as I put pressure on my ankle I hiss out in pain before plopping back down. "Ow, ow. Yeah that's a no on the standing part."

"Really? I didn't get that from the pained looks and your collapsing to the ground," he says with a boyish smile and joins me on the ground.

"Shut up," I tell me and playfully hit him.

"And to answer your question before you managed to injure yourself, I was just getting back from the gym after exploring the campus earlier. Saw someone here on the fields and thought I'd see if they'd let me join in. Realized it was you and here we are."

"Yes, here we are on the ground. Oh my god Coach Sylvester is going to kill me," I groan out and bury my head in my knees.

"Cheer up," Sam tells me and places a reassuring arm over my shoulders pulling me into a side hug. "It can't be that bad, I mean it was just an accident. She'll understand that won't she?"

"This is coach Sylvester we're talking about," I tell him with a pointed look. "Oh right I keep forgetting you're new. She doesn't take to lightly to injured players. Something about us not trying hard enough. The last guy who sprained his ankle was Lance, and she made us use him as target practice. She told him it encouraged him to heal faster in order to run to dodge all the balls."

"Oh. Um..ok. Come on let's get you to the nurse. We need to ice it to keep down the swelling," He tells me while getting up.

"And how exactly am I going to get there?"

"Well like any white knight, I'm here to recue the damsel in distress," he tells me with a big grin before leaning down and picking me up bridal style and twirling us around causing me to laugh

I place the back of my hand on my forehead and let out a dramatic sigh, "My hero! Now take me back to the castle!" I tell him and place my arms around his neck to keep myself steady.

"Your wish is my command, my lady." With that he heads towards the main campus away from the short brunette figure that had been watching them since they were sitting together.

(McKinley Campus - The next morning)

Rachel's POV

I set out to find Sam this morning because from what I saw last night this boy needs to learn boundaries with other people's girlfriends. Speaking of girlfriends it appears when I see mine we need to have a discussion about proper etiquette with those who aren't their significant other.

"Hey," I greet Sam cheerfully as I see him exiting out of the book room.

"Why are you talking to me?" he replies a bit nervous

"Can't I say hello?"

"I guess. It's just Santana told me never to speak alone with you because you would try to steal all of my gold."

"Um ok….uh," I tell him a bit flustered by Santana's weird rumor. "Anyway, I was wanting to know what's going on with you and Quinn."

"Nothing, We're just friends." he replies with a shrug.

"I'm sorry, but I'm inclined to disagree."

"Huh?"

"I saw the way you two were acting yesterday. First in glee she was all touchy feely with you then later on the soccer fields. I went to find Quinn to apologize only to have my suspicions confirmed when you two were acting cozy on the ground then you carry her bridal style with you two laughing, and looking lovingly into your eyes!" I tell him fuming. "What were you laughing about, huh? The fact you think I'm completely unaware of what's going on between you two?"

"Woah, scary Rachel," Sam says holding up his arms in surrender. "Nothing is going on between us. She hurt her ankle when trying to kick a ball, and I was trying to cheer her up and convince her that coach Sylvester won't kick her off the team."

"Oh my goodness, is she ok?" I ask with worry my anger instantly forgotten.

"Yeah she just sprained it hence me picking and taking her to the nurse because he couldn't walk."

"Well, um then this was a bit embarrassing." I tell him ducking my head and blushing.

"Yeah just a bit, but I kinda get it. From what I know of Quinn so far she seems like a really great girl, and if I thought someone was trying to get with her I'd get all protective too." He tells me with a sad longing smile.

"Still I shouldn't have started accusing you. I've been known to be a bit dramatic. Anyway, lets start this over. Hello, Sam how are you today? I would like to thank you for helping Quinn out yesterday."

"I'm doing good, and you're welcome."

"Right, so I'm going to go now and check up on Quinn."

"Cool. Tell her I said hi."

"Will do. And Sam," I tell him right before he walks away. "My minor meltdown earlier, never happened, ok?"

"Ok," He tells me with a sly smile and goes on his way.

-Quinn's Dorm Room-

Quinn's POV

"What up, bitch?" Santana asks as she waltzes into the room and heads straight to my mini fridge to grabs one of my apples.

"You know there's a cafeteria for food," I tell her unimpressed as she takes a giant bite out of the fruit in spite of me and starts chewing loudly.

"I know, but I would have to pay for it. If I get it from you it's free, " she tells me with a self satisfied smirk and plops down on the bed causing me to let out a hiss as my injured ankle gets jarred. "What's wrong?" She asks then yanks the cuff of my sweat pants up to revel my swollen ankle. "Damn Q, this thing is the size of a grapefruit. Did you midget decide she had enough of your pretty little ass, but couldn't reach your face to slap you so she had to kick you instead?" She asks with a bit of mirth.

I let out a sigh and close the book knowing I won't be getting any more reading done. "How are you not broke with the amount you swear?" I ask Santana in disbelief to which she just grins.

"I recycle some of the change," she replies with a Cheshire grin. "When Britts isn't around I dip into the piggy bank to get a few of my coins back."

I shake because that is so Santana. "You don know eventually she'll catch on."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but then we can have hot make up sex after I apologize. But quit dodging the question. What up with the ankle?"

I let out a sigh and re adjust my leg and ice pack on the pillows. "I hurt it last night when I was shooting around. I missed the ball and sent my foot crashing into the ground."

"So it wasn't the hobbit?" I shake my head no. "Damn. I thought for sure it would have been because that girl was on a mission to find you yesterday."

"She was trying to find me?"

"Yep, Frodo interrupted me and Britts getting out mack looking for you in our room spouting out crazy things, so I had to knock some sense into that girl."

"Santana!" I say instantly straightening up. "You did not hit my girlfriends last night did you?"

"Please, like Britt Britt would actually let me do that," she tells me with an eye roll and I instantly relax. "I just laid down from facts for the girl then proceeded to kick her out. I assumed she would go and find you, but I guess maybe she went back to her room to process everything."

"What'd you tell her?" I ask a bit worried because this is Santana we're talking about.

"She asked if you'd ever cheat, and I let her in on some of the dets on your parents. Then Brittany may have let it slip that you tricked Finnept and other into joining the club for her."

"Oh, how'd she react?" I ask a bit unsure as to how I felt with her knowing the reason my parent split since I tended to avoid talking about them.

"She got her head out of her ass," S states plainly finishing up her apple.

"Cool," I say simply and Santana gets the deeper message of 'thanks for looking out'

"Whatever," comes her nonchalant reply. "Right well you're even more boring when you're cripple. I'm out," she says getting up and heading towards the door. Just before she closes it she pops her head back in, "Q, you're so lucky we don't have practice today. Not that you playing with an injured ankle would actually hinder your game. In fact it might make it better. Later loser." She says with a laugh as I chuck my book at her as she shuts the door.

Great now I don't have a book. Stupid Santana. Always got to get the last word in especially when I can't retaliate. I think and just fall back to stare at my ceiling when I hear the door open.

"Come to make fun of me again?" I ask tiredly.

"No, not really." Comes the reply from a different brunette then I was expecting.

"Rachel?" I ask immediately turning my head towards her.

"Hey," says a bit unsure.

"Hi."

"I guess we need to talk."

"I guess we do."

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