I pick Dave up from Carmel as I have the time. We aren't in the Carmel rink as their first team has a home game.
"Who we playing?"
"McKinley."
A slow grin spreads across my face, "Perfect."
This game has gotten ridiculously brutal. The McKinley boys recognised Dave and then me. They scoff at Dave, start yelling traitor, begin moving towards harsher insults, see me and double take before laughing. After forty minutes of Dave and I treating the rink like our personal thunderdome they aren't laughing. The referee has gone between the teams threatening to cancel the game if there is anymore foul play. Also one of the McKinley boys got pulled out by his mummy. Lucky for me, that wasn't Josh. I re tie my skates, fist bump Dave and get back on to the ice for the final period. McKinley wins the drop, Rick passes to Josh who tries to feint around me. Bad call, I body check him into the boards, wait a split second for him to recover, drop my stick and shove him back into the boards. When he takes a swing at I know I have him. I quickly pull off my helmet, gloves and shirt.
I wrap my left hand in his shirt twisting it tight in his right armpit both for balance and to remove all mobility from his dominate arm. With that achieved I start laying into him. I make sure to pull my punches and only hit him in either helmet or armour, but he will still feel this for a week or two. I see the ref coming up in my peripheral vision so I lay one last hit into his helmet and step off. His helmet cracks, whoops probably didn't pull that one much. The ref start yelling at me,
"Yea, yea. I'm gone." I grab my gear off the ice and go. Before I'm totally gone I get pushed in the back and stumble. I drop my shit, spin and swing. Before my fist connects with Rick's face (helmet really) Karofsky's stick gets me on my unprotected face. The blade connects right along my right eyebrow.
"Ah, motherfucker." It split my face like a melon and there is blood everywhere. Fuck the sensibilities of people watching this game, the language feels damn appropriate to me as it feels like I've been hit by a truck. Dammit Dave is supposed to be on my team.
"That is it. This game is over. If anyone so much as bumps another player, neither person will play another game ever." Apparently the referee is sick of our shit. Whatever, this isn't a serious team and I gave Josh a good licking.
I didn't bother with showering today, just slipped out before I could get cornered by yet another cheerleader. Dave caught up to me in the car park.
"Sorry Quinn. I thought you were gonna flip out. For some reason I didn't think that would hurt you that much." Alright so Dave is more attentive than I had thought. And I guess he was thinking more than I was because the punch I threw was probably going to hospitalise Rick the Prick helmet or not.
"It's all good bro, just took me by surprise." There is still blood seeping out of my face despite having my hand pressed to it. Maybe I should have let Alexia play nurse.
"Here, I got that." We sit on the bed of my truck as he pulls a black Carmel towel out and a tub of Vaseline. Dave wipes the blood off my face and is about to smear the cut full of Vaseline when it strikes me.
"Um..." I have no idea how to ask this politely. I glance at the tub then back at him. He seems to catch my drift.
"Ew, no. I snaked this from the first aid kit. That's gross Quinn."
"Hey, I had to check, shits going on my face."
"Whatever." He re-wipes the cut, the Vaseline does its job and finally my face has stopped pissing blood. "Thanks Dave."
"So being the wonderful gentleman that I am, can I ask a favour?"
I snort, so we are just going to ignore the fact he caused this. "You can ask."
"Can I borrow the truck? I want to help a friend move."
"Yea sure. Just drop me home and it's yours."
"Awesome."
I check my phone on the way home, four messages. Sadly none from Santana, instead its three from Brit and one group message from Rachel;
Brittany - What are you doing? It looks like ur in a stop motion fight
Brittany - Enjoy being on five.
Well that explains why my head and hand hurts so much. for once the pain is more than skin deep.
Brittany - We are having a serious discussion about fighting when you get back.
The message from Rachel is the cherry on shit cake. It's asking the glee club to meet tomorrow morning. At a quarter to fucking seven at the fucking school.
"Fuck," I moan. Dave glances over at me. "Can you drop me at Puck's instead?"
"Sure."
Puck is suitably impressed with my face and doesn't question Dave dropping me off.
"COD?"
"COD." We head up to his room and start playing.
"You got any revenge plans for today? I know singing isn't your preferred method of dealing with things."
"Nah, I was just going to point Josh in Santana's direction tomorrow. He's going to apologise."
"Yea right. The dude is a major dickhead."
I pause the game and hold my right hand in front of Puck's face. "Dunno, I think I softened him up a fair bit. I'm sure with a little hint he will do the right thing."
He hi fives me, "So tell me, does his face look like yours? Because that will me mad obvious."
"Nope he looks pretty clean, I was hitting him through his gear, he didn't get a hit on me."
"So?" Puck waves his hand at my face and waits for me to elaborate.
"Oh, yea. This was Karofsky hitting me from behind with his stick. Kinda pre empted me rage smashing everyone." I quit the game. With Brittany turning the dial down to Five my knuckles and face are fucked and are staying fucked. Quite frankly they hurt.
"Mind if I crash on your floor?"
AN - Firstly woo, more followers than the pied piper. I am stoked. Secondly I have realised how much I hate typing which is why there are more short chapters as opposed to less but longer. When I finish this I will probably repost after reformatting it.
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