Loosely based off the plotline of the movie "jack frost". Give it a chance!
Have actually wanted to apply Brittana to a loose version of this plot for a while now…and today when I saw it was on TV, and immediately started crying like a baby picturing a Brittana version I knew I had to get it going.
Enjoy…
Ever since Brittany was a little girl, she loved to skate. Ever since the late nights she stayed up with her dad while he watched hockey on TV and she wondered how the players glided across the ice so easily. Ever since she begged and begged until her parents got her a pair of ice skates for her sixth birthday, and while her mother insisted she enroll in youth figure skating classes, Brittany knew that wasn't for her. Ever since the first time she strapped those skates on and zipped around the frozen pond in their neighborhood with her dad, Brittany knew deep down.
She wanted to play hockey.
Sure, it wasn't the most common thing in their town, a girl wanting to play ice hockey. And sure, Brittany's mom wasn't particularly thrilled about her daughter playing one of the most dangerous sports ever invented. But after her and her father practically begged her mother, and the town's youth athletic association, Mrs. Pierce agreed, and the town's hockey team was turned co-ed. They even had two other girls besides Brittany join. Hockey was Brittany's life.
For her whole life, Santana Lopez knew she was pretty good at a lot of things, but really amazing at one thing in particular, and that was singing. From the time she was walking, she was performing in front of people. Her mother had paraded her around to different talent agents , wanting for her daughter to be able to share her gift with the world. Nobody was looking to sign a seven year old to a recording contract, but she did audition and land a spot on a local show called Lima Beat, a spot on a public broadcasting channel where a group of kids would sing, dance and put on silly skits. Santana was a standout talent on the show, and even had an impressive fan base within the confines of Lima. But while Mrs. Lopez kicked back, thinking this was Santana's big break, the show was cancelled two years later, forcing Santana to go back to a normal childhood, playing with her friends and going to school. Santana didn't mind it so much. Plus, she liked having time off where she could watch her best friend Brittany play hockey.
By the time the two were in high school, they were inseparable. Brittany was a star in school, the best hockey player on the team and everybody knew it. College scouts came to watch the games and she was only a freshman. But everybody wanted a piece of the 'big new thing', and that was this beautiful, petit girl wiping the ice with all the guys twice her size and stature.
Santana still worked with a voice coach and went on random auditions, none of them amounting to too much other than scoring a few singing rolls in some musicals at the local town theatre. Her mother still was relentless in sending demo tapes to talent agents in LA and New York City, but Santana never really thought anything would come of it. But she knew her best friend was headed somewhere in life, and that was good enough for her.
….
"So Brit you want to hang out tonight?" Santana asked as she approached Brittany at her locker.
"Can't. I have practice, San. Did you forget about the game this weekend? Playoffs!" Brittany exclaimed, loading some books into her backpack.
"Oh, right. Well maybe I can stick around and watch you practice and then we can go get food after?" Santana suggested.
"Hmm…okay, sure. But nothing too greasy okay? I'm in training. I have to be in top shape for Saturday," Brittany explained.
"Got it. Hey you know it's supposed to snow tonight. Maybe we could talk our folks into a sleepover since we'll probably have a snow day tomorrow," Santana grinned.
"Awesome! My parents probably won't care," Brittany replied excitedly.
"Nice, I'll call my mom after school. See you after Calc? I'll walk you to practice?" Santana suggested.
"Yeah, sounds good. Later Sanny!" Brittany waved and headed off to class.
….
Santana was sitting in the stands of the hockey rink, wrapped in two hooded sweatshirts and a fleece scarf. She talked to her mom on the phone as she watched Brittany glide along on the ice, flicking the practice pucks around with ease.
"Come on, mom. It's no big deal, school's probably gonna be closed tomorrow anyway. And Brit's super stressed about the big game. She could use a night of fun," Santana tried to convince her.
"I don't know, honey…" her mom replied.
"Please mom? Brit's folks are already cool with it. And if school's not closed I promise we'll get up on time and go, no fighting. Please, ma? Please?" she begged.
"Oh, alright. Are her parents picking you up?" she asked.
"Yeah, thanks mom! You're the best!" she replied.
"You're welcome. Behave yourself, you hear me? If the roads are clear I will be calling you to get your butt up for school," she warned.
"Kay, ma. See ya," she replied and hung up. She smiled and waved to Brittany as she looked up at her from the ice. Brittany waved back before speeding off on her skates and firing a slap shot right into the net.
"Okay, everybody gather around!" coach Bieste hollered and everybody skated their way to center ice.
"I don't think I need to tell you guys how big this game is on Saturday. This school's hockey team hasn't went to a championship in seventeen years. Just one more game, and we're going to states. We had a great season either way, but I know you guys all want the title. So for the rest of the week, stay focused. Double practices until Friday," she announced.
"Coach, we're supposed to have a blizzard tonight," one of the players whined.
"Tough noogies! If the roads are that bad I expect you'll all be working your asses off at home! Pierce, wrap this thing up for me," she replied. Brittany took the cue and started skating in a circle around her teammates.
"Alright guys, we got this. Just like coach said, we gotta stay focused. Eyes on the prize, right? This team from Park View High, they have nothing on us! They don't have our speed on the front line, their defense is weak and their goalie is a flopper. You know they're going into this more scared than us, so we have to exploit that. Fast off the break, score when they're looking down and quick back on defense. Who are we?" she shouted, trying to pump up her team.
"Titans!" they all shouted, putting their hands in.
"1,2, 3…" Brittany began.
"Win!" they all yelled, throwing their hands up in the air. Santana couldn't contain herself from clapping as she watched them all skate off toward the locker rooms.
…Later…
Brittany was heavily involved in a hockey game on her Xbox while Santana helped Mrs. Pierce with the dishes from dinner. She had tried to coax Santana into playing, but Santana always lost that damn game, even though she knew all the rules from watching Brittany play for so many years, Brit just always managed to beat her. It was like Brittany's brain was always playing hockey. So Brittany's dad stepped in, challenging his daughter to a hockey duel for the ages.
"Oh come on! That was so roughing!" Brittany whined from the living room.
"What? Not a chance, baby girl. That was clean," her dad replied. Santana and Mrs. Pierce couldn't help but laugh from the kitchen.
"Clean? Dad, the day you play clean hockey is the day I start twirling around the ice in a tutu," she responded.
"No harm, no foul, princess! I didn't hear a whistle!" he jested back.
"That's cause this game is rigged," she decided, hitting the buttons rapidly.
"That's what you get for playing as the Flyers!" he joked, elbowing her gently in the stomach.
"Oh whatever! You just play as the Devils cause you know they tick me off!" Brittany replied, nudging her dad back.
"That's right. Besides I thought you were a Ducks fan?" he asked, sort of redundantly since Brittany was clad in her Ducks hockey jersey.
"I am. Sanny likes the Flyers," she replied.
"Oh. Hey, Santana! I figured out why you always lose at this game!" he shouted into the kitchen. Santana couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, that must be why," Santana chuckled, drying plates as Mrs. Pierce handed them to her.
"You know, Santana. I really can't remember the last time those two talked about anything besides hockey," Brittany's mother laughed.
"She is pretty obsessed. But she's good, like the best around here. She's a hero around school. Everybody just knows she's gonna win us states," Santana gleamed.
"And what about you, honey? Any big auditions coming up?" she wondered.
"Nothing major. Glee club is going to regionals. We're up against some really good schools, so I'm nervous," she shrugged.
"I'm sure you'll be marvelous," she assured her.
"Thanks, Mrs. P," she grinned.
"Go on, hang out with Brittany. I'll finish up the dishes," she directed, shooing Santana off into the living room. Santana caught a glimpse of the front yard out the window and smiled.
"Hey Brit?" she called.
"Yeah Sanny?" Brittany replied, not peeling her eyes off the TV.
"It's snowing…" she grinned, immediately knowing the reaction she'd receive. Brittany looked up, craning her neck to see out the window. She smiled at the amount of snow that had already piled up outside.
"Dad…um…rain check?" she requested. He chuckled and took her controller from her, knowing the routine after all these years.
"Go ahead," he grinned, and watched the two girls get dressed and head outside.
….
Even though it was dark, Brittany and Santana had managed to put together a proportionately impressive snowman. This was their favorite tradition, taking place nearly every time it snowed. As Brittany packed in some snow to make sure the top ball was secure, Santana rifled through the box of old hats and other supplies. She pulled out the three pieces of coal they used every year and plopped them into place down the center of the snowman. Meanwhile, Brittany broke two branches off the bushes in front of the house and jammed them in as arms.
"Sanny, your hat! It's perfect," Brittany exclaimed, pulling the fleece ear-flapped hat off Santana's head and wedging it on top of the snowman. Santana giggled as she saw Brittany's face light up. They put on the finishing touches, eyes and a mouth and a nose, just random things they found laying in the yard and driveway. Brittany knew it needed one last thing and pulled the scarf from Santana's neck.
"Geeze Brit, you want me to freeze?" Santana laughed, watching Brittany wrap the scarf around the snowman. Once she was done, she took a step back and smiled.
"How's he look?" Santana asked.
"I think it's a she. And she looks kinda like you, Sanny," Brittany grinned.
"So it's a…snow…woman?" Santana scrunched her nose up in confusion.
"Kind of more like a…snow dork," Brittany teased, sticking her tongue out.
"Oh yeah? Well aren't we funny, Ms. Pierce?" Santana replied, bending down and forming a snowball in her mitten clad hands.
"No! No, no, no!" Brittany giggled, running off. Santana chased after her, winging the snowball right at her back. Brittany fell down dramatically and started flinging snow at Santana as she approached with another snow ball. She pounced on her best friend and they rolled around, tossing snow at each other and giggling until neither of them could feel their toes or fingers.
"Girls, let's go! You're probably waking up all the neighbors!" Brittany's mom called them inside. As they made their way inside and stripped their outer layers in the foyer, Mrs. Pierce brought them each a blanket and handed Santana her cell phone.
"Your mom was calling you before, honey. I didn't get a chance to get it before it stopped," she explained. Santana nodded and started listening to the voicemail she had. Her jaw dropped as it played and she couldn't help but wiggle excitedly.
"What? What is it Sanny?" Brittany asked, equally as anxiously.
"I got an audition! A big one!" Santana exclaimed. Her and Brittany hugged and started jumping up and down excitedly.
"Congratulations honey. Looks like both my girls are gonna be stars, huh?" Mrs. Pierce replied, hugging both of them to her tightly. Santana's mother hadn't left many details on the audition in the voicemail, but she didn't care about that now. An audition meant she would get to sing in front of people, and whether it was five or five hundred, she was happy just to be doing what she loved.
Okay, just a sweet little intro chapter to ease you guys in. And yes, parts of this are going to tug at your heart strings. But I'm advising you if you don't like that then don't read this. I think if you stick with it you'll like it in the end, but I can't make that call for you. I really hope you do enjoy though. And if you do, please review.
I'm going to try and have a new chapter up by later tonight. Please review ;)
And for those of you who followed me here from The Edge and/or Young at Heart, they will both be updated this week as well. Just have had this one in my brain for ages and had to get rolling on it.