The princess and the player

1

There's a house party. Quinn has no idea who's house it's at but one minuet she's studying in her bedroom and the next her best friend Santana Lopez is climbing through her window and forcing her to go the party.

Quinn goes because she's never been the best at saying no. So she's walking through a house filled with wasted teenagers. Santana pulls her to the drinks table and makes the girl a drink.

'I'm not drinking that.'

'Yes, you are.' Santana insisted. 'You're young, you're single and you're smoking hot. Have some fun for once in your life.'

'You're a bad influence.' Quinn says taking the drink from her friends hand.

'I know.' She winks. 'And speaking of hot. There is a total hottie checking you out at twelve o'clock.'

The blonde whips around out of curiosity and her eyes land on a Mohawked boy. She bits her lip hard and turn back around.

'You're ridiculous. I don't want a boyfriend.'

'But you need to get laid.'

'I'm walking away now.' Quinn said and headed for the patio doors. Along the way she puts her red solo cup on the nearest table. She didn't like alcohol.

Once she gets outside she presses her back against the cold hard brick wall and closes her eyes. She takes a few deep breaths. She hears someone move beside her and she realises that she isn't alone. Her eyes open and she sees Mohawk, the guy who was checking her out. She got a better look at him now. He was defiantly good looking. He had tanned skin and brown eyes and a certain mystery surrounding him. She watches him as he takes a long drag from a cigarette and exhales the smoke.

'What are you thinking so hard about?' The boys asks.

She quickly looks away and down at her feet. 'N-Nothing.'

He hums and takes a step closer towards her. She hold her breath. 'What's a pretty girl like you doing out here by herself?'

She laughs. 'If that's a line I ain't biting.'

'It's not. Just a question.'

'My best friend dragged me here. I don't even know who's party this is. I'm trying to think of an escape plan.'

He nods. 'I don't know either. My buddy dragged me here too.'

'How come I haven't seen you before?'

'I'm new. I got expelled from my last school so here I am.' He flashes her a smirk and it instantly erupts butterflies in her stomach.

'Who's you're friend?' She asked.

'Finn Hudson.' She laughs. 'You know him?'

'Everyone knows him, he's the quarterback of the worse football team in Ohio. Plus, he's my ex.'

'Do you think he'll have a problem with me talking to you?'

'No.' She smiles. 'He has a girlfriend.'

'Finn is a moron.'

'Why's that?' She asks. It's shouldn't be this easy to talk to someone she doesn't know. But somehow it is.

'Because if I had you, I'd never let you go.'

'Okay, that was definitely a line.' She teases.

'Maybe.' He smirks, putting the cigarette back to his lips. 'Did it work?'

'It could have. But smoking is a disgusting habit.'

He throws the cigarette to the ground and steps on it. 'What about now?'

She hums in amusement. 'I don't even know your name.'

'Do you want to know my name?'

Quinn smiles. 'Maybe.' She turns to go back inside. 'I'll see you around Mohawk.'

'Later blondie.'