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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄. Not one person on that field knew what they were doing, and it hurt to watch. Aerin cringed as she watched from the bleachers, she couldn't believe the football school's team was that bad.

Aerin suddenly felt two lean, slender arms wrap around her from behind. " You took ages, Quinn" Aerin smiled, as she turned around.

Quinn sat on the riser above Aerin as she put her gym bag down next to her, "Blame Coach Sylvester, she stopped practice to show us her cannon. She tried to make Britt get inside" she replied.

Aerin looked at her with disbelief, "What? how did she even get a canon !"

Quinn sighs as she shrugs her shoulders, "Beats me, she probably bought it on the black market. I told Mr.Schue about it though so I doubt her plan will actually work"

Quinn looked at the boys on the field as she crossed her legs, "We haven't won a game since last year, it's totally embarrassing " she mumbled.

" With that formation, I'm not surprised-" Aerin comments.

All the boys were scattered across the pitch, their wide receivers were too far away and their full back was standing in the wrong place. Aerin still thought about joining the team, she had been meaning to ask Coach Beiste for some time. But she wasn't ready for the backlash she would receive, the torment, the burning questions. It pained her in a way, knowing that she could never live out her dream hurt. She gets lost in her thoughts, and Quinn, who had been staring worryingly at the blonde, decided to intervene.

"What's on your mind ?" Quinn questioned, she could read Aerin like a book at this point, she always knew when there was something bothering her.

Aerin takes in a sharp intake of breath, "Do you think I should do it?"

Quinn furrows her eyebrows, "Do what?"

Aerin looks back down at the huddle of overzealous boys, Quinn had finally put two and two together. She folds her arms, " You're still thinking about joining aren't you ?"

Aerin turns around, "Why not ?"

Quinn looks at her clueless friend as she pinches the bridge of her nose, she pauses for a few seconds as she racks her brain for a response. " Why don't you try out for something else, what about glee club. Mr Schue would definitely welcome you with open arms, and Matt's transferring schools soon so they'll be a vacant spot"

Aerin shakes her head, " I don't do the Arts, Quinn. It's never really been my niche, I can sing, but I can't sing well enough to fit in with you guys. Besides, I already get enough of Mr Schue in the hour I have with him for Spanish, but after school too ? No thank you-"

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"𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒," the girls conversation was suddenly interrupted by Santana. She sits down next to Aerin, their shoulders touch. Aerin felt her heart race, and for some strange reason, all her thoughts had become derailed. She smiles awkwardly as she makes space for Santana, "Where's Brittany?"

Santana, who had started to file her nails, looked up at the girl. "She said she had to call Lord Tubbington, apparently he's having an existential crisis."

Aerin furrowed her eyebrows. She couldn't think of a reasonable response to that answer, she didn't even know who Lord Tubbington was, knowing Brittany, he was probably one of her imaginary friends.

Quinn speaks up, "San, I need your opinion or something"

"Ask away, Fabray," Santana replied, as she averted her eyes at Quinn.

" Do you think girls should be allowed to play on our football team, do you think it wrong ?" Quinn emphasised, as she looked down at Aerin.

A smile slowly formed on the latina's lips, "Why not, girls have just as much rights as guys do. We've had male cheerios before, so why can't there be female football players?"

Aerin grins at Santana, it felt nice to know that at least one of her friends believed in her, even if that 'friend' was her crush. Both girls were soon caught in a gaze, Santana put down her nail filer as she awkwardly smiled, "What ?, do I have something in my teeth?"

Aerin looks away, her cheeks, once again, she had started to profusely blush.

Quinn pursed her lips as she looked back down at the two, she stood to her feet and strapped her bag around her,  "I'm gonna leave you two lovebirds alone" she joked.

Both Santana and Aerin looked at Quinn and scoffed jokingly as they scolded the blonde in unison, "Shut Up, Fabray !"

Quinn's cell started to ring, she chuckled slightly at both of her friends, "Okay then, but you better keep your hands to yourself ladies. This is a school establishment," she laughed.

Santana gets up and  playfully punches Quinn on her arm, the two then share one final hug before Quinn walks down the steps to the parking lot. Santana then turns to smile at Aerin, she sticks her hand out, "I'm bored and in need of caffeine, let's go to the Lima Bean"

Aerin hesitates. was Santana asking her out on a date ? she laughs slightly as she takes the girls hand, "Was that your way of asking me on a date or something?"

Santana playfully rolled her eyes, as she firmed her grip.  The two walk towards the car park hand in hand.  As they walked by the football pitch, Aerin over heard Coach Bieste shouting at the boys as they gathered in a circle.

"......you guys played like a bunch of washed up grandmas !"  she growled

Her rant then continues,  " We can't even play well anymore, our Quarterback's gone A-wall. And none of you are good enough to take his place, where am I going to find a good replacement-"

Aerin stopped dead in her tracks, this was it, this was her moment.  She couldn't pass on an opportunity that was literally being handed to her on a sliver platter. She lets go of Santana's hand as she turned to face the pitch, Santana turns around, " Aerin what are you-"

"I'll only be 5 minutes-" Aerin interrupted hastily, cutting off Santana.

She runs towards Coach Bieste as she continued to berate the boys. She taps her shoulder, as she stood proudly.

"I'll do it"

Coach Beiste turns around, she looked at the girl with confusion as she folded her arms. "Do what ?"

"I'll be your Quarterback"

◜ -ˋˏ 𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ! ˎˊ- ◝

hey bestiess i hope you enjoyed this chapter

plz why is Mr Schue's name so hard to spell, am I the only one who finds it difficult. Like I'm so tempted to just rename him 'Mr Shoes' in my story

Anyways, next chapter will be out on Friday, since I'm pretty loaded with school work at the moment

I hope you have a good week angels, all my love <3

this chapter is dedicated to naya, today is the 7 month anniversary of her tragic death

love you forever, rest easy baby