More about you

Chapter 1

A/N: Decided to write a Quintana story, so here it is, go easy on me guys I'm relatively new to the glee community and American football!

Warnings: Rated M, OOC, G!P, Sex eventually, blah, blah, blah...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Any characters I make up are mine and the story plot is mine too.

(Fabray residence)

Water cascaded down her body like rain, steam surrounding the bathroom and she had barely noticed that the boiling water pouring on her had made her skin so red she may as well have been a lobster. She raised her arms and let her fingers trail through her long luscious blonde locks of hair, rinsing off any remaining face and body wash, shampoo or conditioner.

She turned off the shower, letting out a sigh as her body cooled down as soon as the water was shut off. She pushed open the glass door and stepped out, quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around her body and then another to wrap her hair up. She wiped the mirror in the bathroom, wiping away the steam and condensation so she could look at her reflection. She puckered her lips, checked her teeth and turned her head side to side analysing herself before she nodded and left the bathroom.

On her way out of the bathroom into her bedroom she hummed to herself, holding onto her towel as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She turned around to face her bed and screamed when she saw her younger sister lazily lounging on her bed reading a magazine.

"Frannie!" She shrieked. "What. The. Hell?!" Quinn shouted, her hand resting on her chest over her heart from her fright as she tried to calm herself down. Her little sister giggled at her, effectively making Quinn give the younger girl a very cold glare. "Get out!"

Frannie rolled her eyes at her older sister, closed her magazine and sat up on the edge of Quinn's double bed. "Mom and dad are fighting again, this is the only room far enough not to hear them, so I'm staying even if you don't like it." She sighed, rolling back onto the bed to continue her reading.

Quinn's fingers twitched, oh how she wanted to strangle her younger sisters little neck. For a 13 year old girl Frannie was certainly a spoiled brat; their parents doted on the girl, giving her everything she could ever want. Not to mention the younger Fabray hadn't had to deal with the insecurities and issues that Quinn had at that age.

"Now you listen here you little spoiled brat," Quinn started, taking menacing steps towards the girl. "If you don't get the fuck out of my room right now I will hang you by your hair outside of my window. I start my Junior year at School tomorrow and if I'm going to stay at the top I have things to do and you are getting in the way of that." Quinn seethed, glaring down at her sister.

Frannie, feeling slightly intimidated, but not showing it, rolled her eyes in mock fear. "Ooo! You're so scary Quinn, scary like a puppy. What? Scared you're gonna go back to that fat nerd that was the biggest loser in Ohio?" Frannie shot back, sitting up and turned to grab her magazine.

Quinn let out a ferocious snarl and rushed forwards, grabbing Frannie's magazine and used it to smack her younger sister in the face who gasped, tears forming in her eyes. "You little bitch! If you ever mention that again I will skin you alive now get the fuck out of my room before I drag your dead body out instead!" Quinn roared, her anger still raging as she swung the magazine again.

"Urghhh!" Franni screamed a groan, holding her cheek and scrambling to run out of Quinn's room before she got hit again. Just as she got out of the door she felt her magazine hit her back and she tripped on the hallway carpet. She ignored Quinn's fit of laughter and ran off to her own room trying not to cry.

"And good bloody riddance!" Quinn shouted after her, slamming her bedroom door shut and locking it from the inside. She huffed and walked to her bed to put on her pajamas; red booty shorts and a black vest to sleep in.

Once she was dressed she towel dried her hair and went to her desk, moisturizing and so on for her nightly routine. She didn't have to do too much since she had been to the spa with her friend Brittany to prepare herself for her Junior year of school the next day.

Quinn Fabray took her social standing very seriously, she probably took it more seriously than she took life itself. To everyone in her life she was the top bitch; A+ grades in all her classes with perfect behaviour, Captain of the Cheerios cheerleading squad, drop dead gorgeous beauty with a body boys wanted to touch and girls wanted to have, she was dating the rising star of the football team Finn Hudson, she was the perfect bitch that got her way no matter what, oh and she's also filthy rich.

But to Quinn herself she still felt like she just wasn't good enough still. She had been trying to get to this position for the past few years and she was finally there; she had everything that she had wanted, she was now number 1! But underneath all of her titles and her new personality was a completely different girl and she wondered if anyone would ever see the real her underneath.

Quinn sighed, gave her reflection one last look before she jumped onto her bed, snuggling under the covers to sleep. She would be up at 6am and it was currently 9:05pm, plenty of time to get ready.

Waking up that morning was hard for Quinn, most people would think she was a morning person and enjoyed waking up early, however Quinn was the exact opposite of that. Her alarm would set off every 5 minutes until she woke up at 6:30 instead of 6 and she groaned and moaned all the way from her bed to her bathroom. She brushed her teeth and then tied up her hair, sticking her face into the freezing cold water in her sink.

She shook her head and grabbed a towel to dry her face, more alert and awake than 2 minutes ago. She went about doing her hair and makeup, making sure she looked perfect before she stripped, pulled on her matching underwear and bra and then her cheerio outfit. She grabbed her school bag with all of her books and made sure that her pony was high up on her head as she left to go downstairs.

Walking into the dining room, she sat in her seat opposite her mother, who smiled sadly at her daughter as Quinn's eyes locked onto the bruised cheek hidden with makeup. She bit her lip, knowing she couldn't do anything to help her mother.

"Morning Lucy, I made you plenty of bacon, crispy just how you like it." Judy said, using her fork to indicate to the plate sat in front of Quinn.

"Quinn." She sighed, digging into her bacon and eggs. "It's Quinn now, mom."

Judy's jaw clenched; if Russell hadn't been such a hard bastard to Lucy, she would still be that beautiful innocent girl she once was, but all Lucy wanted was to live up to her father's standards to receive his love, which he would never give her.

"Will you be home late?" Judy asked her daughter, finishing with her food.

Quinn shrugged. "Not sure, depends if Coach wants us to practice today, which is most likely."

Judy nodded, deciding not to speak anymore and gather the empty plates as Quinn grabbed her bag, her purse and her car keys.

"Bye mom, say bye to Frannie too, she heard the fight last night and I kicked her out of my room." Quinn said, sadness dripping from her words as she went to the garage.

(William McKinley High School)

Quinn pulled into the school parking lot, the rev of her red Audi R8 convertible alerting the student body to the Quinn Fabray's appearance. She checked herself again in her mirror and exited her car, making a move to grab her school bag before someone beat her to it.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be lifting heavy things, leave that to us men." Finn said, trying to send Quinn a wink as he manhandled her bag like a caveman.

Internally Quinn cringed at him, but on the outside she smiled at him, giving his cheek a peck in what he thought was thanks, but it was merely for appearance.

Quinn closed her car door and locked it, letting Finn take hold of her left hand as they walked towards the school's entrance; Finn talking about his summer. She saw one of the school buses pull up just in front of them, letting her eyes wander over the familiar faces of the students, until her eyes landed on someone she had never seen before.

Her light green eyes raked over the new girl, taking her appearance in like a masterpiece. Locks of shiny black hair, dark brown eyes, full lips, tan skin, lean build...Quinn drank in the sight, but caught herself and looked away from her, deciding to nod her head to Finn who was still talking.

"That was pretty much my summer, what about yours babe?" Finn asked her, finally shutting up as he walked her to her locker.

Quinn hummed, shrugging. "Just did what every girl does during summer. Anyway give me my bag, you should head to class or you'll be late and that makes me look bad." Quinn finalised as she slammed her locker, grabbing the books she would need and then her bag from Finn, leaning up on her toes to peck his lips as she hurried away, students and teachers moving aside for her to walk through.

(School Cafeteria)

Quinn's first few lessons dragged, most of the teachers were just talking about the curriculum and the subjects they would be studying in that year and so on, but Quinn still took notes for certain parts she felt were important in her notebook.

Lunch eventually rolled around and she was swarmed with her 'popular cheerios group' that were just girls following her around, copying her and well, trying to be her. Quinn greeted them all, keeping up her appearance no matter how badly she just wanted to strangle them all. They walked into the lunch room and sat at their table. Quinn clicked her fingers and a girl scattered from their table to go get her lunch.

A minute later the lunchroom doors burst open and in came the football team, Finn, sadly enough was also included within the group. Quinn groaned, wanting to pull her hair in frustration.

"Hey baby!" He shouted to her from across the cafeteria hall and Quinn waved back. Quinn Fabray does not shout, she doesn't need to.

The football team sat next to the cheerleaders table, Finn sitting directly next to Quinn as she ate her salad and drank her water with his arm around the back of her chair. He wasn't paying attention to Quinn though, he was chatting with Noah Puckerman who was talking about the new girl while throwing a football between him and another jock on the team.

"She's insanely hot dude, but she totally shut me down in English. She has no idea what she's missing out on, the puckasaurus is the best dick up in this school!" Puck groaned, throwing the ball a little harder.

Finn let out a huge laugh, attracting loads of unwanted attention. "Puck you need to stop thinking with your dick, some girls gonna chop it off one day."

Puck pulled a face, turning to stare at his best friend. "Finn, at least I'm getting pussy, which I need my dick for. You though, are not, you may aswell just chop off your own dick right now you're never gonna use it anyway."

Finn quickly caught the football being thrown back to Puck and instead used it to throw into Puck's stomach, pretty hard. "Dude what the fuck that was so uncalled for!" Finn whined.

Quinn sucked in a deep breath before she grabbed Finn's arm and forced him back into his seat. "Stop showing yourself up in front of everyone!" She hissed, glaring at him and he cowered away from her glare muttering 'sorry'.

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and Quinn stood, leaving her mess for another girl to cleanaway. She had gym next, but being on the cheerios means she could skip her normal class to practice her cheers instead of playing dodgeball or whatever else it was.

Finn had gym too so he would be playing football with his team, so he grabbed her bag and they walked to the school changing rooms together in silence, well Quinn walked in silence and Finn wouldn't shut up.

They finally got to the changing rooms and Quinn grabbed her stuff, leaving Finn's side as quickly as possible. She told her teacher she would be practising with her team out on the field and left with them.

(Football Field)

"Come on you stupid skinny bimbos get a move on and finish or I'll have you running as many laps as it takes until you puke up your lunch, breakfast and yesterdays dinner!" Coach Sylvester screamed through her bull horn, walking up and down the field with Quinn at her side.

"So Quinny I hear there's a new girl; hot and latina. Try her for the team and see if she's any good, if not make her life hell, got it?" Sue commanded, folding her arms. "Of course you do, that's why you're my favorite. Run along now!" She pushed, sending Quinn off in the direction of the new girl who was sat on the bleachers.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." Quinn grumbled to herself, walking up the stairs towards the girl who was watching the football team.

Said new girl didn't even bother to look at her as she walked up and that bugged her. She's Quinn-fucking-Fabray! Everyone noticed Quinn!

"Hey you, you're the new girl?" Quinn asked, coming to a stop at where the girl was sat.

"Well I'm the only new person in Junior year, yeah." The girl replied, still not looking at Quinn.

Quinn wanted to jump the girl and make her look at her!

"I'm Quinn Fabray, Captain of the cheerios. You are?" She stuck out her hand with a smile.

The girl looked at her hand from the corner of her eye before they focussed back on the field. She stuck out a tan hand and grasped Quinn's. "Santana Lopez, new girl." She replied.

Quinn tilted her head to the side. That was it? That's all that she's getting? Whatever then.

"So, my coach was wondering if you would want to try out for the cheerios-" Quinn started to say, but was interrupted by Santana.

"No offence...Actually yeah offence; your boyfriend is seriously a shit quarterback. You're the Queen of this school, right? So why date a shit quarterback?" Santana said, her brown eyes locking onto Quinn's green.

Quinn was about to tear this Santana a new one for insulting Finn, but looking into Santana's eyes made her feel like she would know her kicking off is all fake and just for show, so she didn't bother. She sighed instead, sitting down next to her and slumping her shoulders.

"How can you tell he's a shit quarterback? You've been here like the whole of 2 minutes." Quinn asked, stealing sneak peaks at the girl next to her.

Santana pursued her lips, clicking her tongue. "Just look at him, Quinn," Santana said and Quinn shivered at the way the girl had said her name. "His stance is all wrong, his throws are weak, he's not even communicating and he's trying to make the game all about him. He's in a team that can help score, but he wants to run down the field himself and get knocked on his ass everytime. Plus just look at the guy, does he even work out? All he's got going for him is that he's tall." She listed off, scoffing when once again Finn attempted to run down the field but got tackled to the ground instead.

Quinn frowned, looking at the football team laughing their asses off at Finn who was groaning on the grass. No one tried to help him up, not even Puck and he was Finn's best friend and the team's running back and since Finn could barely throw the ball Puck didn't have much else to do.

"Now that I look close enough; you're right, but it's not like I was expecting any better from him. Coach Smith loves him, he's the only quarterback that knows the game and he's Captain of the team. That's as good as I'm getting." Quinn groaned, rubbing her temples. Then realization struck her. "You know how to play?" She asked.

Santana's stare turned hard, her jaw clenching. "I used to play."

Quinn gasped. "Wait, you've played?! What position?" She asked, turning her body to give Santana her full attention.

"QB." Santana stated, ignoring Quinn's jaw dropping open.

"Did most of the girls play football?"

"No."

"So how did you play if there wasn't a girls team?"

"I was on the boys team."

"What?! That's amazing, they willingly let a girl play?"

"After a while, yeah."

"After a while?"

"Mhm."

"Why not straight away?"

"Coz I have a dick."

"..."

Santana turned her head to look at Quinn, her eyes cold, daring Quinn to do something she wouldn't like.

Quinn was flabbergasted. Was this girl for real? There was no way-

"Holy shit it's real!" Quinn shouted, her eyes wide open as Santana grabbed her hand and put it on her groin, squeezings Quinn's hand around her dick.

"Yup. That freak you out?" Santana asked, giving Quinn her hand back.

Quinn opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. From the time she had been talking with Santana she was surprisingly comfortable and even more shockingly open. She narrowed her eyes as she thought. Did she have a problem with it? Her immediate answer was no.

"Actually no, I was a different person to who I am now, I know how it feels to be bullied and outcasted by others for being different, but I promised I would never do that to anyone who's like how I used to be; different." Quinn whispered, remembering those nights she would stare at herself and cry.

"You trying to say you have a dick too blondie?" Santana asked after a minute, making Quin laugh as the mood lightened.

"Life would have been much easier if I did, but no I do not have one." She chuckled.

Santana smiled and Quinn stared. Catching her staring, Santana stared back at Quinn and they both got lost in each other's eyes.

A whistle blowing startled them both and they looked to the field, Santana frowning and cursing when Finn was down for the count. "What a fucking joke."

Quinn then smirked, stood and grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her down the bleachers towards the football coach. "Hey Coach! You look like you need a new player and I have the perfect one for you. This is Santana Lopez, she played football at her old school with the boys team. Would you be so kind as to let her play this practice since Finn is..." Quinn looked at the boy being dragged to the benches. "Out of it...?"

Coach Smith looked Santana over through his shades, she was perfect height and lean, she looked like she could take a hit like a champ and sprint to the end of the field in 10 seconds. "Go grab some gear kid, you're taking over Finn for this practice as QB, got it?" He said, nodding to the gear.

Santana suited up, making sure her helmet was secure as the boys grouped around coach. "Boys this is Santana, she's playing QB since Hudson's out of it. Puck meet Santana. Puck is RB, throw to him if you can. You all know the game plan so let's go!" He shouted, the group clapping as they run off to get into position. Coach grabbed the helmet Santana was wearing. "If you get hurt it's on you Lopez." He said, pushing her to the field as she took her place at the centre.

She got into position, making sure the offence on her side was right. She caughts Quinn's green eyes, said girl giving her a wink and a thumbs up. She liked that girl. She turned her attention back to the game, preparing herself.

"Set!" She shouted, looking left and right. "Hut!" She shouted again, quickly accepting the ball passed to her as she moved a few feet back, cocking her arm back and firing the ball down the field towards the RB Puck. She dodged a guy trying to tackle her as she looked down to see if he caught her pass.

Down the field Puck felt his adrenaline going. Finally! A ball was flying towards him! He ran as fast as his legs took him, jumping a few feet in the air to catch the ball and landed, setting off running the small distance left. He got to the end of the field and threw the ball down.

"TOUCHDOWN!" He roared, throwing his hands in the air.

Santana grinned, giving him a thumbs up. She guessed she still had game.

Coach clapped, impressed. "Round it up for extra point! Do a kick!"

The team got into positions. Santana took a deep breath, her eye set as she dug her heel into the ground before running forwards, angling her foot just right with enough force to send it soaring through the air, straight in the middle of the goals posts at the end zone.

Puck was the first to run up to her, wrapping her up in his big arms and spinning her around screaming at the top of his lungs. "Coach did you see that?! She has to play with us! We need her for this team to win!" He shouted, jumping up and down with Santana still stuck in his arms.

The Coach grinned, most of the players had taken to Santana already. They were surrounding her and giving her praise and introducing themselves. Maybe she was just what this team needed to get back to winning. "Let's go another! Lopez I want you to run down the field this time, got it? You pull it off, then welcome to McKinley High Titans."

Santana stared at him in shock, barely registering the pats on her back and shoulders and the well dones from the team, especially Puck. If she ran down, she would be on the football team...She didn't think she would fit in at this school at all, never mind being able to play with the team.

She was jerked back to reality when Puck stuck his fingers in her helmet and pulled her forward so their helmets were clashed together. "I like you Lopez, run down that field and kick ass. We need a champ like you, got it? Hudson is shit, we all want to be able to play a real game but we never can with him, help some brothers out girl." He said, sending her a wink with a cheeky grin before he let her go to take his place down the field.

"Set!" She called, checking everyone's position. "Hut!" She shouted, accepting the ball thrust back to her. She scanned the field for an opening as the offence and defence clashed together. She took off running down the middle, dodging most of the defence team's players as she ran, clutching the ball in her hand.

Suddenly there was a guy blocking her path, running straight at her ready to take her down. Santana charged him head head, making it look like she was going to spin past his left and then did a quick turn to the right, then back to the left and spun around the guys frame, running the rest of the way down the field. Once she got there Puck ran over and jumped on her, taking her to the floor.

"SANTANA LOPEZ IS A TITAN!" He howled, his energy spreading as the other team members rushed over and did a dog pile on poor Santana.

"Hit the showers team!" Coach shouted after he blew his whistle, beckoning Santana over with his hand as the team took off to do as their Coach told them. "Well-well Lopez, you made the Titans. You've got the talent we need kid. Meet us at practice, tomorrow after school and I'll get everything set up for you. Later kid." Coach waved, walking away.

"Oh my god that was amazing Santana!" Quinn squealed, running forwards from the bench she was sat on and hugging the girl. "You so owe me!" She pulled back, punching Santana's arm.

"For what? You didn't do anything blondie and that's assault." Santana laughed, patting the girl on the head like she was a kid.

"I just got you on the team, so you owe me. If I hadn't have introduced you to Coach you'd be sat up in the bleachers too scared to try out." Quinn finalised, cocking her hip with her arms folded. They stared each other down.

Santana smirked. "This is the start of a beautiful relationship, Quinn Fabray."

"Right back at you, Santana Lopez." Quinn chuckled.

Eventually they both split and went home for the day. Quinn couldn't wait until she would next see Sanatana and what this relationship would bring while Santana woke up with morning wood thanks to a certain blonde haired cheerleader.