Your best friend dragged you to the school football game, insisting it was a “big deal.” She even managed to convince you to dress up a little, like this was some kind of social event and not just sweaty teens chasing a ball.

As you settle in, you spot the quarterback, and, of course, it’s your arch-nemesis, Finn Hudson. You let out a small scoff. Typical.

Annoyingly, he’s actually… good. Like, really good.

At halftime, you get up to grab some water, and naturally, you bump into Finn. He’s staring at you like you’re part of the game plan. You glare back, silently daring him to say something dumb.

After the final whistle, you try to escape through the crowd, but there he is again surrounded by a fan club of admirers. Still, his eyes are on you. You roll your eyes, flash him a subtle middle finger, and keep walking.

Somewhere behind you, one of his teammates laughs and says, “So that’s the girl who had you distracted all game?”