A/N: This was a prompt from a friend, and it's about Faberry and baseball, but that's all I'm going to reveal. This story will also include guest appearances from other fandoms.

I hope you all enjoy… especially the prompter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, any characters, or any of the characters from the other shows.

Chapter 1: Prologue- Leading Off

Leading off the top of the ninth; we have the top of the order up…

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There was no one else there as Quinn stepped out of the dugout and onto the baseball field. She had always loved the game but never thought she'd ever get to play the sport at a level higher than little league; but here she is… the star of her high school's baseball team. A team that is about to play in the championship game.

But… she thought. Where is everyone?

Her team, the opposing team, even the umpires and spectators were missing. She wondered if she was early; so she looked down at her watch and as she did that, she realized that she wasn't wearing her uniform. Instead, she was wearing shorts and a tank top along with her uniform socks and cleats.

"What the-" She began to say out loud but stopped, and her jaw dropped at the sight before her.

Walking in from the outfield gate and wearing exactly the same- next to nothing- that she had on was… Rachel.

But walking wasn't exactly what she was doing either… it was more like strutting.

Mesmerized Quinn was staring at her hips as they swayed- but it was more than swaying, it was more like dancing- as her hips danced back and forth with each step the girl was taking. Though Quinn was mostly staring at her hips; she couldn't not look at that gorgeous face.

And that was when she noticed that Rachel was smirking.

She knew that was most likely because of the ridiculous expression she knew she was wearing but couldn't stop herself even if she tried; and she had no interest in trying.

When Rachel was close enough for Quinn to hear; she spoke, "Like what you see?"

Her tone was teasing.

That was definitely teasing.

"Uhh… yeah," she said honestly. Rachel stepped closer bridging the gap between them. She lifted her hand to Quinn's shoulder and gently touched her; before she slowly slid her hand down the girl's arm. The action left a trail of chill bumps, as it also set Quinn on fire. Her body shook slightly at the arousing sensation and Rachel's smirk widened into a smile.

"I like what I see too," she whispered in a tone that shot through Quinn's body like an electric shock. Quinn's mouth went dry, and she licked her lips to try to help her speak; the action forced a moan to tumble from Rachel's lips. Quinn's eyes widened and her fully blown eyes connected with Rachel's equally lust filled ones.

"Y-Y-You do?"

"Mm hm," Rachel's response came out in the most seductive humming sound that Quinn had ever heard. Then before she could even breathe; one of her most often thought of fantasies was suddenly coming true.

Rachel took another step, closing the distance between them. Then she reached up, circled her arms loosely around Quinn's neck; tugging her ever-so-gently.

Quinn released a breath she didn't even realize she had been holding and let her eyes flutter closed. Rachel was so close she could feel the girl's breath on her lips as she whispered.

"Kiss me," and just as Quinn was about to fulfill Rachel's request and satisfy her own deep desires…

She heard a nagging voice pull her directly out of her fantasy.

"FABRAY!" It was Coach Sylvester's voice. She opened her eyes and suddenly she was sitting in the dugout, the game was happening, and Sue was still yelling. "If you can't keep your eyes off of BERRY's ass! I'll find someone else to be my captain… GOT IT!"

Instantly and completely she was pulled out of fantasy land and back into the real world; which was the McKinley Titans in the championship game.

"Y-Yes Coach," she mumbled as she felt her cheeks burning. She could see Rachel out of the corner of her eye and the girl's wide grin quelled some of her embarrassment. Bravely, she looked over at Rachel who- in turn- didn't look away; she just continued to smile. Quinn got to her feet and moved over to where Rachel was sitting.

"Thinking about me again?" Her tone was a mixture of teasing and genuine curiosity.

"Yeah," Quinn admitted, and again she felt her cheeks burning.

"The same one, or a different one?"

Quinn smiled evenly. "Same one," Rachel winked and then they were distracted by the crack of the bat, but it was just a fly ball out to right to end the bottom of the eighth inning.

As the team hopped off the bench to head out to the field; Rachel looked back at Quinn who was tying her cleat.

"Play your cards right and I just might make that fantasy a reality for you," Rachel winked and then bounced out of the dugout.

Quinn tripped up the stairs.

"Nice footwork Fabray," Santana heckled her. "Try not to do that out on the field."

"Bite me Santana."

"You wish."

As Quinn finally made it out of the dugout, she bit her lip watching her hot, hot girlfriend as she took the field.

"We have hot girlfriends," she said to Santana who was putting her catcher's gear on; Santana nodded.

"We sure as fuck do… you know what would make it better?"

"What?"

Santana quipped, "A championship trophy."

"You're right, let's shut them down here and then win with style," then they fist bumped before running out to their positions.

They were currently down 1-0 against the Rosewood Sharks; going into the top of the 9th inning. And even though the odds weren't in their favor, Quinn suddenly felt unstoppable… like there was no way they were going to lose.

But in baseball, the odds never really meant much anyway.

Quinn took her position at second base and looked over at her partner in crime, her girlfriend, the team's shortstop, and she winked.

"We're going to win," she said and Rachel nodded in agreement; they both got into formation as Brittany prepared for the first batter of the inning.

"Leading off the top of the ninth, for the Rosewood Sharks, #8, the right fielder, Aria Montgomery."

She took a swing at the very first pitch and it was a line drive between second and first. Before Quinn had even had a chance to prepare; the ball was hit and she was diving to her left.

She looked over at the glove on her outstretched hand, as she laid flat on her stomach in the clay dirt of the infield. She blinked before she opened the glove and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the ball was in it. A smile spread across her mouth and she hopped to her feet; ball in hand. The umpire signaled that Montgomery was out on Quinn's diving catch.

Quinn threw the ball to Mercedes at first as Aria made her way to the visiting dugout. She wiped the dirt off of her uniform with a smirk. She looked at Rachel at shortstop and winked; and then got into position as the next batter stepped into the box.

"Now batting for the Rosewood Sharks, number 3, second baseman, Spencer Hastings," the announcer called and Quinn shook her head as her counterpart glared at her.

Rachel saw this interaction and jealousy burned inside of her. Quinn noticed the look on Rachel's face and knew it was because of her interactions with Hastings.

She's so cute when she's jealous- Quinn thought. But even though flirting with Spencer was fun; there had only ever been one girl for Quinn since the day she met her and that was Rachel.

This line of thinking led Quinn- in a very unlike Quinn way- to take her head out of the game as she began to fantasize about how this game would play out.

Quinn stepped up to the plate, the pitcher threw the ball, and Quinn smirked. That pitch was her favorite kind of pitch- high and tight. She swung and didn't even need the umpire's signal to know that it had cleared the fence. And as she rounded third she could see her team waiting to congratulate her on the walk off win.

And as soon as she crossed the plate; Rachel jumped into her arms and wrapped her legs around Quinn's waist and her arms around the girl's neck.

She could barely feel the pats on her back from her teammates when Rachel's lips pressed against her own. And just as Rachel was about to deepen the kiss…

She was pulled out of her fantasy by the feeling of spikes colliding with her legs.

She didn't even realize that Sugar fielded the ball in short right and threw it to her at second. But again the ball was in her glove and she had tagged Spencer. The umpire had her hands spread signaling that the smirking Hastings had slid in safely.

"Daydreaming about me again Fabray?" Spencer asked as she dusted the dirt off of herself and Quinn took her position again.

"Ugh… you wish," was Quinn's reply.

Spencer's grin grew, "Maybe I do," she finished with a wink that caused Quinn to smile in spite of herself; until she saw Rachel glaring at her.

"Please I have better taste."

"Oh… okay," Hastings laughed and Rachel grinned proudly.

Rachel and Quinn went to McKinley High School and in their junior year they both decided (forced) to join the baseball team. Their Coach- Sue Sylvester- was tired of the team she had before because they were nothing but losers her words not theirs. After another losing season Coach Sylvester kicked everyone off of the team and recruited (forced) some better athletes to join the team.

And even though they were kind of forced to join the team neither girl regretted a single day of it. They had both loved baseball for years and really wanted to be part of a team because being a part of something special, makes you special or something like that.

At least that was what Rachel said.

Quinn couldn't disagree thought because she had never been happier playing the game she loved- alongside the girl she loved.

And together along with their teammates and coaches; they brought the team from worst to first as they were currently playing in the Championship game.

It had been a long (or it felt long) tumultuous season from tryouts to the championship game; with a LOT of getting yelled at by Coach Sylvester and Coach April, and Coach Kendra… all the coaches actually. But also a lot of fun times with the team, and a lot of flirting and more with Rachel. It had been a great year; the best year of Quinn's life so far… and winning this championship would be the cherry on top of it all.

"Now batting for the Rosewood Sharks, number 19, centerfielder, Emily Fields," Quinn got into position as did everyone else and Spencer took her lead off of second.

The Sharks were leading the game 1-0; due to a leadoff homerun by their catcher, Hanna Marin in the top of the fourth and since then both pitchers had done a beautiful job of keeping runs off the scoreboard.

Spencer was looking to increase their lead in the top of the ninth and virtually shut the book on their team's nemesis- number one in the league- McKinley Titans. She took a lead bigger than she normally would have, hoping to score on a single.

McKinley's ace pitcher Brittany S. Pierce caught onto this as did the shortstop Rachel; together they had done this move several times before, and had successfully gotten the out in most of those times. Rachel moved in behind Spencer to the base. Brittany stepped off the mound, throwing the ball to Rachel who caught it and tagged a diving Spencer. It was close and Spencer had a smug grin on her face when the umpire signaled that she was safe.

"Gotta be quicker than that to catch me Berry."

"You're going to catch my fist in your eye if you don't stop flirting with my girlfriend," Rachel threatened as Spencer called for time to dust herself off.

Rachel smirked as she caught Quinn's eye; she shrugged and Quinn merely laughed.

Brittany threw the first pitch for a strike, but on the second pitch Emily swung away… and she hit it hard. Brittany smiled because she knew that the girl had gotten under it. And when she looked back she saw Aphasia- in center- camped under it.

Once Aphasia caught it and tossed it back to the infield, it was thrown around the horn, and back to Brittany.

Two down, one to go- Brittany thought as the next batter stepped up to the plate.

"Now batting for the Rosewood Sharks, number 11, the third baseman, Alison DiLaurentis," both the infield and the outfield took a few steps back. Ali was one of Rosewood's deadliest and most feared hitters.

Brittany threw the ball, strike one, and as Santana threw the ball back to her everyone cheered.

Britany threw the ball again, strike two… and again everyone cheered.

On the third throw Alison swung away and Brittany took a relieved breath; because she knew Ali had also gotten under the ball; but it was hit high and not very deep.

Quinn back peddled as the ball was in short right. Sugar ran in from right field and as the ball came down it landed in…

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