Author's Note: Thank you for the feedback, MPYEH. It's nice to know someone is enjoying this other than me. LOL

It's Senior Year at McKinley High. This is some football fluff and drama between Alex and Finn. Rated M for language. Next chapter is M for sexy times! I don't own Glee but wish I did. It could be a lot more interesting. Oh, and I don't own the Colts either. But I do own Alex. He's mine! All mine!

Chapter 11

"Hudson, you throw like a girl. Evans, you are now our starting QB. Hudson line up at receiver. I hope the hell you can catch better than you can throw." Coach Beiste yelled at their tall lanky quarterback.

"Sorry Coach, I'm just distracted. I thought our practices were closed to anyone who wasn't a part of the football program." Finn said looking over at the bleachers at Rachel Berry.

"Hudson, I highly doubt that Miss Berry is going to report your inability to throw a decent pass to any other team. Get your head out of your ass and get lined up." Beiste yelled.

Finn lined up in the wide receiver position and ran the play. Sam threw a perfect spiral to him and Finn smiled, as he knew it would be an easy catch. Just as he put his hands up to catch the ball, Alex jumped up in front of him and caught the football and ran in for a touchdown.

"Dammit Hudson. You have 5 inches on Bloom. How the hell did he outjump you? You know what, I don't care. Laps." Coach Beiste yelled.

"How many coach?" Finn asked as he started running.

"I don't know. Just run until I say stop." She replied.

Finn glared as he saw Rachel clapping enthusiastically in the stands for her boyfriend. Finn counted that he was on his 14th lap when coach told them to hit the showers.

As the boys ran into the locker room, Finn pushed Alex into a row of lockers. "What the fuck, Bloom? Why are you showing me up? Why the fuck is Rachel cheering for you in the stands?" Finn screamed at his teammate.

Alex scrambled up to his feet with his hands balled into fists and his right arm ready to slug the taller boy. "Finn, give me one reason why I shouldn't beat the living shit out of you right now? One reason man why I shouldn't bust your face into a pile of spaghetti!" Alex sneered at the boy.

Finn sat down on the bench in front of the lockers and put his head in his hands. "Because she loves you and not me. Because you have her and I lost her. Because you are a much better man than I am. Because I am a sore loser," he said as he started crying. "She never came to any of my football practices. She never looked at me like she does you."

"Dude, Finn. I am sorry you are hurting." Alex said as he sat next to his teammate and put his hand on Finn's shoulder. "I have no idea what happened to you two last year that made it not work for you. But you are a good guy. You will find a girl that will make you smile. But, if you ever push me like that again, I will fuck you up. Alright, I am outta here guys. Hasta manana!" and Alex grabbed his stuff from his locker and headed out the door.

"Why the hell doesn't he shower?" Finn asked himself. "He's probably got a small pecker. Not that it would matter cuz Rachel would never see it anyways." Finn chuckled to himself as he headed to the shower.

Alex walked out to his bike where he saw his girlfriend leaning against it. "Hello, beautiful" he said.

Rachel wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and kissed him. "Hello, handsome boy. So my dads have left for Detroit already. So I think you need to hop on this bike, go home. Shower, because you stink and come over to my house. And remember Mr. Bloom" she said as she walked towards her car.

"Yes?"

"You are my sex slave this weekend…" and she smiled as she opened her car door.