AN: Thanks to everyone whose reviewed, faved, or put this story on their alerts list. I love you all! I have a couple of things I wanna address real quick.

NUMBER ONE!

People have asked about the pairings. It'll mainly be QuinnxPuck and FinnxRachel, with various crack-ish pairings involved in the process. I just figured- Hey, this is an AU plot already, might as well mess with the canon pairings as well.

NUMBER TWO!

Somebody said something about including Jesse in the story and I kind of have an idea I can use. But the thing is, the episodes I have yet to watch all involve Jesse. (I've only seen him in Funk and during VA's performace of Bohemian Rhapsody in Journey.) So, I only have the basic outline of Jesse's character and no idea how to change it. Any ideas?

Thank you for listening to my ranting. On with the chapter!

Glee was, for lack of a better word, weird. Quinn honestly didn't know what to expect. After school, the blond had entered with her three friends and was interested in the sight before her. Rachel had her arms wrapped around Noah's neck from her perch behind him. The mohawk'ed boy was playing with his phone. Santana was chatting about how she felt her dog was reading her diary while Brittany filed her nails and pretended to listen.

Artie and Tina took seats toward the top row, discussing the pros and cons of layering shirts, with Mercedes commenting when prompted. Quinn was just staring at the sight before her in awe. A hand slid into her own and she looked down to find a smiling Kurt. "Hey, Q. You ok?" he asked.

Quinn smiled down at the boy in the chair, as best as she could to hid her discomfort with the room. "Yeah, Kurt, I'm fine. No worries." Kurt grinned back and gestured for them to take their seats. The pair had just sunk into a conversation about song choices (Kurt had unknowingly informed Quinn that they had not had Invitationals yet, with explained the missing three football players.) when a familiar face entered the room.

"Hey kids! Ready to get started?" Sue Sylvester asked. Quinn did a nice job of hiding her gasp. She was wondering what the hell Sue was doing there, but everyone else seemed as though the normally terrifying woman's presence was perfectly acceptable. Oh no, Coach Sylvester must've switched places with Mr. Schuester in this world! Quinn sumised with a feeling of annoyance, discomfort, and slight disgust.

"Alright guys, the Invitationals are in a week. And I want input from all of you guys on two songs we should perform." Silence greeted the cheerful blond. "Oh c'mon! Let's see...Noah!" The tanned Jew looked up. "Anything in particular you'd wanna try?"

Noah seemed deep in thought, and Rachel rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's thoughtful expression. "Uh... Skid Row? 18 And Life?" he asked.

"Ugh, a hair metal band?" Tina grimaced.

"Ok Tina, what'd you wanna try?" Sue asked.

"How 'bout some J-Pop? To show off my ninja Asian skills." she said with a grin as Artie held out his hand for a complex handshake.

"Ok, hair metal, J-Pop... Kurt? Quinn? You two seem deep in thought. Anything you'd like to share?"

Quinn's mind went blank. Thankfully, Kurt was on the ball. "I'd kind of like to do Nickelback." he said.

Sue seemed to ponder this. "And you, Quinn?"

"Um...Well, I like Avril Lavigne." she confessed.

Sue smiled. "Alright! So, let's all think up some songs from the ideas we've got so far."

The group ended up deciding on Nickelback's Rockstar and the Japanese version of Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend. Kurt and Noah shared apprehensive looks, but Tina-happy to show off her Asian pride- cheered and reached a few seats over to high-five Quinn.

Parts were soon passed out for the various songs. Kurt was excited to have the male speaking part in Rockstar and Quinn laughed as he spun around in his chair and tried to force his high voice to go lower while Tina, Artie, Santana, and Mercedes bounced around singing Girlfriend.

Quinn heard a throaty chuckle behind her. She turned to face a smiling Noah. She couldn't help but return it. "Hey." she greeted.

"Hey." he returned. "So, think we'll be fine for the Invitationals?"

Quinn beamed. "Are you kidding? We're gonna rock. How many other groups have a wheelchaired kid and a ninja chick singing in Japanese?"

Noah laughed. "Guess you're right. I'm just a litte nervous." he admitted.

Quinn gasped in mock shock. "Noah Puckerman, quarterback and Glee stud, afraid to sing? I am appalled." she teased, recieving a playful push from Noah in return. "But, seriously, you're gonna be amazing." she told him.

He smiled at her- not smirked like the Puck in her world, but like Noah, the boy in this world she could really get to know. "You're gonna do great, too." he told her. Quinn smiled, half-expecting Rachel to come in riding a jealous tyraid, as she would've if the roles were reversed. But she never did. Maybe..., Quinn thought, Rachel's mind is somewhere else...with someone else...

That Friday Quinn and Tina were attempting to carry Kurt into the bleachers to watch the football game while Mercedes followed with his folded up wheelchair. No matter how light the paralyzed boy was, Quinn and Tina had a hard time to manuevering through the stands-even with the fact that they gotten there earlier to avoid the crowds that make mobility harder.

"Need a lift?" a voice called. The kids turned to find Noah, about to head into the locker room with his team to get ready for the game. He ran up the stands, scooped Kurt into a bridal hold and carefully set him down where the smaller boy had asked to be placed. Quinn, Mercedes and Tina joined him on the bleacher.

"Th-th-thanks, Noah." Mercedes stuttered through her smile.

Noah reflected the smile back happily. "No prob! You guys are probably here to watch Artie, huh?" he inquired.

The group nodded. "How is he?" Kurt asked.

Noah hedged slightly. "Well, he's certainly...taking a different approach." he began, slowly. "But he's got the skills to back it up."

"Puckerman! Get over here, pronto!" Coach Tana- wait, Quinn squinted at the shape and realized it wasn't the Asian coach from her world that was yelling at this world's quarterback...It was...

"Whoops, gotta go before Coach Figgins has a fit." Noah botled back onto the field, calling over his shoulder, "Hope we do you guys proud!"

The game was getting good- well, not really. McKinley was getting majorly owned. Quinn was occupying herself by noting what everyone was doing. To her left, Tina was jeering as well as the rest of the crowd. To her right, Kurt was muttering his own commentary under his breath. To Kurt's right, Mercedes was fidgeting with her scarf, earbuds dangling around her neck as she tried to follow the game. On the field, Quinn spotted Coach Figgins (man, that was one switch she was NOT expecting...) practically tearing his hair out in frustration. On the bench, she found Artie's large number three amongst the other red uniforms. To the side of the bench were the Cheerios, where Quinn could see Brittany, Santana and Rachel prancing around. In the game, she could spot Mike Chang's number 28 somewhere toward the right, and Matt Rutherford's number eleven signaling him as the wide reciever. She saw Finn's number five in the left tackle position, and of course Noah's twenty in the quarterback's spot.

She glanced at the score board. Only ten seconds left. Out of nowhere, Noah called a time out. The group looked around each other confused, as did the rest of the crowd. Quinn watched as Noah confered with Finn, Finn insulted the other team, and the WMHS team huddled together before getting back in formation.

"One...two...three...let's hit it!" Noah call. Then the music started. Beyonce's Singe Ladies poured out of the speakers and the unthinkable happened. The team started DANCING.

Tina was the first to laugh, followed by Kurt, then Mercedes and finally Quinn. "A-Artie said they we-were doing something a li-li-little unorth-thodox, but this is c-c-crazy!" Mercedes exclaimed, her hysterical laughter masking her stutter perfectly. The crowd was eating the football players up. Some were dancing, and even some of the other team began to sway! The cheerleaders were giggling profusely. Rachel Berry was covering her face with her pompoms as she shook with laughter.

The music ended abruptly. The ball was passed to Noah, who waited just the right amount of time before sailing it across the field to Finn. The taller boy made a mad dash and...yes! He scored! The game was tied and the crowd went wild!

Mercedes, Kurt, Quinn and Tina cheered loudly as Artie sauntered onto the field for his kick. He made a motion and the music started again. Tina rolled her eyes as the bespeckled boy began to dance. "He is so weird." she muttered, with a smile. Sufficiently warmed up, Artie pulled back his foot and launched the ball into the goal posts. It was good! McKinley had won!

Quinn popped up, as did the other girls. Noting Kurt's inability to join them, Mercedes and Quinn wrapped arms around his waist to support him and they lifted him to an upright position to cheer at the same level as the rest of the crowd.

They watched happily as Artie was lifted up into the arms of his teammates. But Quinn was the only one to notice the one player standing off by himself: Finn. The blond wondered what could be holding him back-if anyone should be celebrating, it should be him. Then she followed his line of sight to Rachel Berry being spun around and kissed by Noah Puckerman. Quinn let out a sigh of her own at the sight. Sure, the Noah and Rachel of this world were different...but they looked the same, and it made Quinn's heart hurt.

She watched as Finn kicked the turf before skulking away. Guess I'm not the only one who's hurting, though, she observed.

AN: Any thoughts? And please excuse my lack of football knowledge-I'm a drama nerd, not an sports geek.