Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, any of the characters or even part of the story line. All I own are my o/c's. As much as I would like to say I owned it… it simply isn't true. Enjoy guys!

Chapter 1

"Hey S. M. want to come over my house later?" Danica asked wiping her head off with a towel. We had just finished practice and for some reason I was even more tired than usual. I sat panting working hard to get my breathing right.

"Uh sure what time?" I asked squinting in the sunlight. Danica grabbed her bag and started heading for the lockers.

"Oh about 4. I have some stuff I wanted to go over with you and the girls." She said waving to me.

"Ok I'll be there!" I called out half-heartedly waving my hand. I always stayed a little later than the other girls. My excuse was that I liked to get in extra practice. When in reality, it was so I could see Jesse. I stood after a couple of minutes "cooling myself down" the footballers poured out onto the field in their usual loud obnoxious way. I looked every now and then waiting for Jesse to come. But unfortunately he wasn't with them. I sighed. Some days he had to skip practice for the theater he was in. a real man isn't afraid of admitting and showing how he feels. That is one of the reasons I liked Jesse. Manly but sensitive, certainly my type of guy. I picked up my bag and started for the locker rooms. No Jesse, no need to stay. I passed a group of the players who were laughing at some crude joke of theirs and rolled my eyes. Losers.

"Hey there goes chickzilla again!" Carson Fuller called clearly trying to get me riled up. Thankfully I was as calm as I was. I rolled my eyes again. They had a habit of making me do that a lot.

"Yo Fuller! My grandma's a better Linebacker than you!" I called back not really weighing my pros and cons. I had a bad habit of being too confident and not completely conscious of what could happen when I am not too careful. This is high school after all.

"Girl! You better watch it or you will wish you had!" Carson yelled back no humor in his voice now. I scoffed him glancing at him like he was crazy.

"What are you gonna do? Sit on me? Ha!" I called unprepared for the reaction that caused.

"That's it! Boys get her!" Carson yelled and before I knew what was up two of the running backs seized my arms and were dragging me back to the group of losers. One thing I learned before and should have brought it to my memory right now was that Carson was the troublemaker. As in beating people up, and messing with geeks. He was heartless. Even though Puck did the same, he was still a step up from Fuller.

"Let go of me!" I screamed kicking and trying to pull away. I did not want to know what they were thinking of doing with me now that they had me. Where was Coach Tanaka? He would have stopped them. My pleading thoughts were cut short when I was shoved in the middle of the formed circle of football players. They would do whatever Carson wanted. There were only four players that the others would listen to. Finn, Puck, Carson and Jesse. Unfortunately Carson was the one who used them to his advantage of meanness. I looked around for an escape. There was none of course.

"Those are pretty tough words coming from a chick was probably hasn't even been with a man. Let's see what she has to say after the boys have their way with her." Carson sneered at me and I glared back.

"Eat it Fuller!" I yelled as the boys started to descend on me with whistles and cheers. I tensed ready to fight my way out when a voice broke through the crowd. It was sweet and smooth and I memorized its sounds from my freshman year. Jesse. I watched in aw as he pushed his way through the group separating them from me, he was flanked by none other than Finn and Puck. They must have spent some extra time in the locker room.

"Come on guys, leave the poor girl alone. Back off." Jesse spoke and they all stepped back sulking. Instead of glaring or punching Carson like I would usually have done I couldn't help but ogle Jesse. He was beautiful and he saved me. I smiled to myself and took a step backwards tripping over one of the feet of the football players. I was on the ground before I knew it and by the sound of all the laughing it was on purpose. I felt my face turn red immediately. How embarrassing.

"Are you alright?" Jesse asked kneeling beside me and grabbing my hands. I couldn't force myself to look at him. I was far too embarrassed.

"I'll be fine." I replied as he pulled me back to my feet. Finn and Puck were busy getting the others for practice.

"Good. Listen I'm sorry for that. They are just of hormone driven teenagers is all." Jesse spoke and I couldn't help but notice the feel of his hands with mine. I had always wanted to be so close. But for an entire different reason than now.

"Don't worry about it. I am used to it by now. But thank you Jesse." I said looking into his face now. His brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and surprise as he looked at me. I couldn't help but be surprised and thrilled that he still held my hands.

"Are we in class together? Math and Science right?" Jesse asked putting the pieces together. I smiled wider.

"Yes we are. I am surprised you remember." I replied feeling his eyes probe my face like he had just seen me for the first time. I swear if it is possible to fall in love all over again I just did.

"Jesse! Come on we have to practice." Puckerman. He ruined to moment. Why does he have to do that? I sighed as Jesse let go of my hands and stepped back looking at his friend again.

"Oh yea. Coming Puck." Jesse replied looking at me. I watched Puck jog away smirking as he did so before winking at me. Yuck. How come the only one to ever notice me in this school was that gross lady's man?

"I am sorry again. And I will see you around Savannah." Jesse smiled at me before picking up his helmet and running towards the others. I was on cloud nine. He remembered me!

"He knew your name!" Danica gushed putting her hand over her heart.

"He held your hand!" Michaela sighed.

"I can't believe Puck ruined to moment. What a jerk." Kate said clearly mad for me. She was good like that.

"I know. It was the greatest moment at McKinley, ever!" I spoke clearly still a little high from my encounter with Jesse. I fell backwards onto Danica's pink spotted comforter. This was my life. Go to school ogle Jesse, glare at Puck, soccer, go home do chores, and hang with my friends. Yep what a life huh?

"So Danica what did you want to talk about?" Michaela asked after we all sat silent for a minute or two. Danica turned from her poster of David Beckham and looked at us with a huge smile on her face. I was a little suspicious. What could make her so happy?

"Guess what!" She screamed like a toddler. I squinted my eyes and shook my head. We had no idea.

"Ok you obviously don't know so I will tell you. Puck has decided to give me a second chance! And we are going out Friday night! I am so excited!" Danica gushed apparently still not over her stupid jock phase. I rolled my eyes.

"That's cool Danica." Michaela said looking confused.

"Yea good for you." Kate added not really interested in any other guy news other than that of her boyfriend who was completely devoted to her Joshua White.

"Hold on a minute." I said sitting up. "He is giving YOU a second chance after he was cheating on you with Jessica Miles? He is giving you a second chance? What a jerk! Come on Dan you can do so much better than Noah Puckerman. Puck is just a player. Give him up." I was getting slightly angry. I had warned her before. She never wanted to listen to me though.

"Come on S. M. He promised me he would stay true. And I believe him." Danica smiled at her reflection in the mirror. I shook my head and sighed. She just wasn't going to listen to facts. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of that loser Puck. Gross.

"Well don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart. I am sorry Dan but it's the truth. He doesn't have feelings. None of the jock's do." I leaned against the bedpost and looked around Danica's room. She was a fence walker for sure. Soccer and girly stuff. Athlete and girly-girl. Honestly sometimes I wished she would make up her mind and be one or the other. Posters and photos hung all over her walls and classic white furniture finished her room off perfectly.

"All but Jesse and Finn at least." Michaela reminded me. I nodded agreeing but shot a glance at Danica. She looked mad. I could tell by how the tips of her ears always went red. Why was Puck so important to her? Whatever.

"Sure. Finn is a good guy. But I am not sure what you would call Jesse. He is like singer/dancer/athlete. A hybrid I guess is a good way to describe him." I replied shrugging once. They had their moments. But still they were just guys. Well Jesse came almost to perfection. He was pretty close.

"Like y-" I glared at Kate giving her a warning not to say a word. She alone knew I was a singer. Every other Saturday I would put on shows for the people in the local nursing home. My ultimate goal was to leave this Podunk town and move to New York where I would work on Broadway. I got a decent amount of practice. I couldn't let the kids at school know who I really was. They would give me a slushy facial every morning. All actors/performers did. Well everyone but Jesse, Puck and Finn. They didn't get it because they did football too. To everyone I was just Sports chick. And that was the way it had to be for now. It didn't help that I was an incredibly nervous person. Plus I didn't really know how to handle myself. As in I didn't know how to coach or train myself. I took dance lessons but not singing. Kate I trusted more than anyone, and she wouldn't forgive me if I didn't tell her. She was completely supportive like my mother. Who both went to every show I did. It was my secret. At least for now.

"Anyway. This Saturday is the semi-finals. We have to beat the Lightning. We lost to them last year. Everyone knows Savannah and I are the best so we need to take amazing care of ourselves so we don't get hurt. Agreed everyone?" Danica stood like she was coach Hagan. I couldn't believe what she just said. One thing with Danica. She let herself talk without checking what she says. But most of the time she is nice. Usually.

"Dan. How rude. We are all equally good. No one is better than the rest. And we ALL need to make sure we don't get hurt." I said indignant. Dan rolled her eyes. Kate and Michaela sat up and watched Danica waiting for what she had to say next.

"Fine. Sorry guys. We all need to watch it. So today is Thursday. We have one day to condition. We so got this. Championship here we come!" Danica cheered brightening us all up. I smiled lightly and nodded. We were so going to win.

"Savannah! Time for dinner lets go!" my mother's voice called up the stairs. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock beside my bed. 7:20. Wow I must have been tired. I sat up and stretched yawning. My workouts were usually long. It was a lot of fun but painful at the same time.

"Coming mom!" I yelled taking out my headphones and putting my blue iPod Nano down on my bed before walking out the door. Our house was a pretty big size. I mean it fit all five of us comfortably with our own rooms so it had to be good. My brothers Ben and Kyle lived down the hall from me. You could tell by all the toys spread from one end to the other. Mom and dad's room was downstairs. I sat down groggily at the table and looked at my family. Dad worked as a mechanic at "Pat's" and my mother was a waitress. We all pitched in to make things work and it certainly paid off. Ben went to middle school and Kyle in second grade. They didn't exactly like it but hey, wait til they get to high school. Those are known as hell years. Well to me at least.

"Hey guys. How was your day?" Dad asked after we said our prayer. Ben perked up immediately as well as Kyle.

"It was awesome! I love football practice. It's the best part of my day." Ben went on to telling us how his day progressed followed by Kyle.

"How about you dear? How was school?" Mom asked as dad went over play ideas with Benjamin. I shrugged and poked some potatoes with my fork.

"As well as high school can be expected. By the way. There is a parent teacher conference Monday night. Oh yeah and we have the semi-finals Saturday." I said feeling my parent's eyes on me.

"So have you met anyone special yet? I know high school every one has a crush. So what about you?" My mom asked giving me a questioning glance. I couldn't help my mouth falling open. This was crazy.

"Uh, why do you want to know? If I do anyway, it doesn't matter." I tried to cover up my shock and embarrassment. My mother sighed.

"Ok have it your way. How is the singing coming along I heard you upstairs earlier. It was a beautiful song you chose. Are you going to sing it at the Home on Sunday?" My dad asked taking the last bite of steak from his plate.

"I was thinking about it. What do you guys think of the song by Ke$ha "Your Love is My Drug" do you think the patrons there will like that? Wait, I doubt people in a nursing home would agree to a song about drugs. Ugh! I need ideas. I am running out of songs I know." I said placing my head in my hand. I enjoyed singing to the elderly every other week, but there is only so much I can do. I mean I am singing by myself. Even if I only had one more person it would make a world of difference. But for now, I would have to deal with it. My parents shot each other a look.

"I don't think pop stars songs are exactly appropriate for the elderly dear. Perhaps something like Broadway tunes. You know some of those don't you?" My mother offered as the boys ran off to go play with something leaving us to clear off the table.

"I know them but mom. Just about all of the show tunes are more than one person. I guess this week I could do some of the music from "Cats" and "Les Miserables". Although, Carrie Underwood has some good ones, Oh never mind I did her last month. This is crazy!" I groaned angrily. This was a lot harder than I thought it would be when I signed on.

"Well what if you joined the singing clubs in school. I am sure they have one of those. Maybe if you make friends there they can come with you." Dad offered trying to be helpful. Little did he know that if I did do that it would ruin my non-existent life?

"Ah no way dad! That would totally not work! I prefer to stay unnoticed. And if I were to join the music club I would get slushies in the face every day. Not to mention the humiliating attention of Puck and the other jocks. What would I tell the girls? No way. I can't do that." I said shaking my head as vigorously as I was scrubbing the plate in my hand. Both of my parents sighed. They had wanted me to take my singing abilities to the next level. And even try to do something with them to get out of this place. That wasn't a bad idea it's just the consequences that scared me out of it. When dinner was cleaned up I marched upstairs to do my homework. Thanks to Kate helping me out three times a week I never had much to do so I could spend more time practicing my music. I sat down at the piano in my room after finishing my math and science. It was always those two I had left. I ran my hand gently over the keys. Piano was one thing that I had always loved doing. And I didn't have to hide it. That was the best part. Danica, Michaela and Kate all said I was gifted. I guess I was just an artistic person. Well as far as performing arts goes. I looked at the sheet music in front of me. Perfect! I had forgotten I had been practicing Michael Buble. That would be perfect for the nursing home! Why hadn't I thought of it before? So for the rest of my night (until 10:30 when my bedtime was) I practiced singing and playing his music. My eyes began opening and closing slowly and I knew I was getting tired. My playing started showing it too. I silently slid off of my seat and pulled on my pajama pants and tank top crawling into bed dreading the next day's school but not being able to prevent it from coming.