Alright guys, this is my Soccer Brittana fic, based off of my one-shot "The Striker and the Keeper" hope you enjoy it. It's a little chapter to start off. I'm also writing "Carry This Picture" my Spashley fic at the same time. So it might be slow going. Bear with me guys.

Disclaimer: Don't own glee, just this plot.

Title taken from relient K's "Must've Done Something Right"

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Prologue-Part 1

5 years ago

Britt's POV

I can't wait for practice today. I'm so nervous, but it's like a good nervous. I'm more like anxious. I moved here a couple weeks ago. Oh, right. My name is Brittany S. Pierce. I'm 11 and I just started middle school in McKinley Junior High in Lima, Ohio and this is the first practice of pre-season soccer.

Back in Columbus, I played for a travel team so I'd say I was pretty good. We'll see who else has talent on this field. I really want a good season. Soccer is pretty much my life right now.

I drop my bag by the goal and sit in the grass. Lacing up my cleats and pulling my socks over my shin-guards. I take a sip from my water. A few kids are out here already. There's this blonde girl who's kind of pretty talking to three boys who look like they're from the boys soccer team, judging by the shin gaurds. There's a blonde kid with a huge looking mouth. There's another one with a goofy grin plastered to his face. And then there's the third one. He's got a Mohawk and he looks like trouble.

I look around and see a few other girls texting from their cell phones and giggling with each other. I see an object out of the corner of my eye and I narrowly catch it. I look over to see a Latina with dark brown eyes, jog over. She looks like she was trying to bend her corners and it bent too soon. "Hey," I say.

And she just smiles at me a bit, "Hey…uh, that's my ball. Nice catch though. Goalie?" I nod. "I'm Santana aka the HbiC aka the future leading scorer." She smirks cockily. Wow she's sure of herself.

"Hey, I'm Brittany. I just moved here from Columbus."

Before I can continue talking to her, our coach who's looks like a college student calls everyone in. Santana and I jog in. "Alright girls, let's see what you've got. How you perform in pre-season is how you are expected to perform in season. Don't worry, just have fun and show me you love soccer."

We disperse to warm ups. Santana and I pair up. We're taking a look around as we are obviously bored with the basic passing drills that we could do in our sleep. Everyone else doesn't seem as good. I spot the blonde again and she's actually pretty decent, her partner is just not giving her to much of a chance because she's running after her partner's stray passes to no one.

Practice continues and we joke around with each other. Showing each other tricks and laughing about others falling on their faces. Santana rolls her eyes at several people, obviously not having the patience for them.

I'm finally in goal. I take a look at the net and jump up and down a bit. This feels right. It's where I'm comfortable and where I belong. Santana's first up and I want to show her how good I really am. She and the blonde pass back and forth, the blonde feeding a perfect pass to Santana who slams it low into the corner, I dive for it and manage to get a hand on it and it ricochets to the side and out of bounds.

I get up and we all just grin. We're obviously in charge. The Coach compliments us and I get back in place. The drill continues, each time the blonde and Santana are paired up with different people but nothing is as good of a show as the three of us. I manage to catch or deflect most of the shots. A few times I had my angles wrong and it cost me, but for the most part I played pretty well. I eventually get switched out with some other girl who wants to try goalie.

Soon after practice ends and I take my gloves off, stuffing them in my bag. I see Santana jog over, her bangs are sweaty behind her headband. She smiles, "Great job today, Britt." She says the nickname like its nothing and my stomach flutters. "You and me together. We can rule this team and this school. What do you say? Friends?" She holds out her hand and I take it smiling.

"Friends."