Hey guys! It's a new story featuring our favorite couple, Brittana. With a twist! Soccer. Yes, soccer! Because everyone loves soccer, right? And I figured it'd be great and fun to write about!

So here we go, Chapter One (actually a prologue)! Feel free to leave reviews because this is new and all. I don't really have any other soccer Brittana fics to base mine off of so I don't know what you guys would like so feedback would be lovely.

Also, I understand that some of you may not know soccer terminology so I'll have a little section at the END of every chapter so that you know what I'm talking about.

Thank you and enjoy!

International Annoyance


Chapter One

Prologue

It's that burning legs, lungs heaving, muscles screaming kind of feeling. It's that crowd deafening, "soccer strip" celebration after a kickass goal kind of feeling. It's that bass drum heartbeat with a dry mouth and wide eyes kind of feeling.

It's adrenaline, and it's coursing from my cold HBIC heart through my Hispanic rooted veins and warming me up faster than the blistering heart of a dry, hazed summer day.

It was like a ball in the face.

It was a ball in the face.

Hands groping for a quick pain reliever, I fisted a clump of grass and yanked hard, hoping to quell the burning sensation on her now swollen cheek. No such luck, the numbing sensation was long gone and soon replaced by a dizzying, prickling feeling.

"What the hell was that?" I barely managed to growl out through a swollen jaw, hand cupping it gingerly. Eyes still trained on the yellow-green grass, I tried to assess the damage of my now marred facial features.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see what color penny you were wearing so," my eyes followed the sunken in grass to royal blue and glaring orange Nike Superfly Mercurial cleats shuffling nervously in front of me, "so I went to knock it off you for a throw-in." The bright, bold shoewear shuffled again, digging into the clumpy, uneven turf. She was nervous, if her body language and stuttering vocals were any indication.

But I'm Santana Lopez, and honestly, I don't care.

"You've got some fucking nerve trying to knock out your damn captain at tryouts. What team you on, rookie?" Prying my hands off my swollen, caramel cheek I wiped away the green offending shreds still clinging to my dirt scuffed arms.

"None cap'n, I'm all time offense." A bit of mirth shone through her vocals, no doubt followed by a cheeky grin.

"You think this is funny? You'll be laughing your ass off when I'm through with you. On the line, fresh meat." I hissed out, ripping grass more violently than probably necessary off my red dry-fit tee.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought it was funny is all." She stuttered out meekly. Meekly -because really, who wants to run sprints on the first day of tryouts?

My eyes finally drew up to the Nike cleat donned girl, abruptly feeling the unhinging of my jaw drop slack.

A messy, blonde bun companied by red, flushed cheeks. Cobalt, darting eyes scanning the captain's face worriedly, nervously. Long shapely legs followed by her well-used boots. She was clothed in a bright yellow dry-fit with the words, LIVESTRONG printed on and black running shorts to match. She was heaving hard, just the way I liked my players to let me know I was in control. She was beautiful.

Jaw slack and eyes wandering, I could really only think one thing.

That feeling.

There was that feeling again; that jaw dropping kind of feeling. The kind that felt like your heart was pumping dubstep and the butterflies in your stomach decided on an impromptu mosh pit. The oh shit kind of feeling when you realize that the road you call life is about to take a sharp turn and you better buckle that seatbelt if you want to stay alive.

It's adrenaline too.

"Name, rookie?" I whispered almost inaudibly, swollen jaw and all.

The thudding sounds of cleats on hard-packed dirt raced up, encircling the Latina. Some worriedly, some excited to finally see the two-year captain finally fall and not get up.

"Brittany Pierce, cap'n. Center midfielder and striker."

I nodded, more to myself than anyone else and more of a reassurance of sanity than anything else, "Santana Lopez, second year captain and center midfield."

Brittany smiled shyly and nodded before taking the initiative, "I'm sorry. I just thought it was funny." She wrung her hands nervously, clenching and unclenching her fists and bouncing on her heels.

"What was funny?" I raised an eyebrow, having forgotten the reason for the assembly of girls on the white painted line.

"All time offense, cap'n."

"Care to explain why would that be funny?"

With new found confidence that I never would've expected, she smiled cheekily at me, stepping a little closer. Toes touching and standing a full four inches taller than me she whispered quietly, "All time offense, captain." Leaning in impossibly closer, her glistening blue, eyes peering challengingly into my own brown orbs, "I play for both teams." She finished with a playful wink before sprinting off in the opposite direction with her possible teammates, hooting and hollering along the way.

I stood, feet planted firmly, and my mind still trying to wrap around what just happened.

All time offense? Plays for both teams?

Oh.

I beamed to myself and welcomed those mosh pitting butterflies in my stomach with welcome arms.

Well, this was definitely better than being nailed in the face.


Penny: A soccer "bib", like a sleeveless mesh material shirt used to identify one team from another in a drill or scrimmage.

Center Midfielder: Center midfielder (there are two center midfielders in most lineups)

Striker: Forward, the most offensive player and commonly known as the scorer

Nike Superfly Mercurials: The sexiest pair of cleats I've ever seen.

All Time Offense: All time offense, pretty much plays for whoever has the ball at the moment in the drill. But in this sense, at the end it's used as a play on words to describe Brittany's bisexuality.


So that was the prologue and actually much harder to write than I thought it'd be. I'd originally planned for this to be written as Santana's POV but it's really difficult for me because I'm so not used to first POV.

But I actually like the idea of first POV, so we're going to take a vote!

Santana's POV: 0

Third Person POV: 0

So let me know in your reviews and feedback please! Or if you don't care, just say it doesn't matter or something. Thanks much!

Also, apologies to those of you that wanted Harry Potter/Brittana crossover. It's been forever since I've read Harry Potter, sorry! So I decided to go with what I know.

This chapter was actually really choppy, sorry definitely not my best.

Suggestions and feedback would be well appreciated. All flames and insults will be promptly noted as well, but definitely will be laughed at.

Over and out!

International Annoyance