AN - Yea. I did this. Feel free to complain but I sort of felt it was necessary.

This game is awesome. Apparently Chuck wrote my name on the team list as Luke then just claimed it as a clerical error when the referee asked. I probably spent half the game in the Sin Bin, only one major foul so far. It seems weird to me but the Carmel cheerleaders actually show up to support their sports teams and it isn't even because its compulsory. They just generally like cheering school teams. One of the seniors is giving me a lot of extra support. By which I mean she is flirting up a storm every time I'm sitting in my little booth. I was initially standoffish but Puck's advice keeps running through my head 'people she doesn't know' also she is fucking hot.

I'm back on the ice for all of a minute before some loser thinks he can get past me on his attack run. Dropping my shoulder I smash this punk into the boards making sure my stick clips his helmet for good measure. "Warble that bitch!" Alright so maybe I'm not a good sportsman.

"What's wrong with you that's our glee club retard."

A piercing whistle cuts through the start of our argument, "You are off for the rest of the game Fabray."

Glancing at the clock then the ref I shrug. There is only ten minutes left anyway. The Dalton boys look whipped. I have personally smashed each and every member of their team and we are up a few points so I just head to the changing room. The cheerleader from before catches up,

"Hi it's Clara. Would you like to use our changing room so you don't have to rush Fabray?" I look her up and down, tight blue and black uniform, dark hair, playful glint in her eyes. It's a fucking loaded question. I hear an imaginary Puck telling me to tap it and Santana pushing me away. After my (semi) successful hockey debut I deserve a reward don't I?

"That sounds like Heaven. And its Quinn not Luke."

"Yea, you are way too hot for a Luke. A Lucy maybe but the last Lucy I knew was a fattie in middle school." Ow that hurts. My good mood is kind of killed but she pushes me into the blue lockers. "You were so aggressive out there, I mean you really dominated the ice." She leans in for a rough kiss. I pick her up, when she wraps her legs around my hips I spin and lean her against the lockers.

"Yea?" I ask with a smirk.

"So. Fucking. Hot." Each word was punctuated with a kiss.

I lose my shirt, my armour, my pants and my wits. It's mind blowing and earth shattering and I just can't describe it. Just as I tip over the edge into madness and bliss I whisper her name.

"Santana." Every syllable is a prayer to me. I get brought back to reality with a slap and sobbing. Fuck. FUCK. "Sorry." I don't know if I'm saying it more to her or myself. I just slump down and sit with my back to the lockers watching her go. Once Courtney? Kathleen? Kate? has gone I slowly get up and head to the shower. Without the adrenaline from the game or endorphins from sex moving really hurts. Looking down I see angry red lines starting to track up from my foot. The whole foot is swollen and pus is leaking from at least one cut. Tasty. I take it as karmic punishment for my actions.

While intellectually I know that Brit knows exactly what I have done I don't want to face her. So it's back to work. I work like a motherfucker, when the petrol runs out I switch to the axe. When the junk food runs out I stop eating, when my eyes start to close I nap in the truck for as long as I can. My body is burning and I have to keep going. If I can just work hard enough maybe I can be a good person again.

After a few days? Dave shows up. He is in a different work truck, both doors work and everything.

"Hey Quinn, you didn't show and you weren't answering calls so I ... Whoa you look like shit. Let's get you home." He runs over to me and takes the axe out of my hands. I try to grab it back. Doesn't he know I need to keep working? I lurch forward to grab it back but nearly fall. I totally would have face planted but Dave catches me. I struggle but he doesn't let go. Fuck that I should be stronger. "Settle Quinn, if you can't calm down I'm driving you to the emergency room and not home."

"Brittany says I can't go to the doctors." I sing at him. Ha. That will teach him to interfere.

"That's right you live with her now. I'll take you there."

"NO! She is a meanie. Don't wanna see her. I want Tana!" He just stares at me, "Don't you look at me like I'm five. I Want To Go See Tana." I enunciate each word clearly and try to squirm out of his arms. Why am I working when I could be with Santana?

"Do you mean Santana?" I nod enthusiastically, he gets it. "I will take you to school to see Santana if you promise to sit nicely in the truck."

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