The princess and the player

19

There's three weeks until prom and five weeks until graduation.

It's the last football game of the season. The championship game. Over the school year the football team were actually much better, mostly thanks to Puck and Finn.

The cheerleaders and the football team were warming up on the field.

'So Q, are you and Hudson gonna match at prom?' Santana asked. 'Me and Brit are going to wear different colour dresses but have a courage of the others dress colour.'

'I-I don't know. We haven't talked about it.'

'Aren't you two dating?' Brittany asked.

'What? No.' Quinn shook her head.

'It's because she wants to date someone else.' Santana sneered.

'Do not.' She denied quickly.

Silence fell among the group but it didn't last long because the Latina's inevitably snark kicked in.

'Hey Q! Your boyfriends are looking at you.'

'I hate you.'

'Isn't that the line your normal say to boyfriend number one?' Santana teased.

Quinn smiled sarcastically and threw her Pom Pom at Santana.

'Are you done?' The blonde asked.

'Not even close.' Santana smirks, tossing the pom-poms back to the blonde.

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'Q, the game starts in five minuets.' Santana called out to the blonde.

'Okay.' Quinn nodded. 'I'll be out in a minute, I just need to fix my hair.'

'Have to look good for Puckerman and Hudson.' Santana sneered.

'Get out!' Quinn exclaimed with a laugh.

The blonde scooped her hair into a neat ponytail and fixed her uniform. She heard the door open.

'Santana, I told you to get out.'

'I'm not Santana.'

She immediately froze when she heard his voice. They hadn't spoke in days. Their friendship was ruined.

'What are you doing in her Puck?' She asked looking at him through the mirror.

'Do you remember the first football game of the year?' He asked ignoring her question.

'Y-Yeah. I remember.' She smiled shyly.

'You said that if we won the game, we'd get on a date, and then you kissed me during half time-'

'Why are you telling me this?' Quinn cut him off, the memories were cutting into her like a knife.

'I miss you.' He said softly, taking a step towards her.

'Puck-'

'I know. We're not doing this anymore. But I do. I miss you.'

Quinn bit her lip and turned to face him. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could someone walked into the locker room.

'Quinn, Santana told me to tell you that you need to be on the field.' Finn said. 'Puck? Why are you in here?'

'I was wishing him luck for the game.' Quinn lied. 'We're on a winning streak, right?'

'Yeah.' Finn nodded

It silent for a few seconds, Quinn quickly speaks. 'S is right. I should go. Good luck.'