Fast Girls
A/N This is a Brittana fanfiction based off the film Fast girls. I do not own glee or Fast girls.
PLEASE R&R
Santana, an eighteen year old girl from Lima Heights, the worst and most run down part of Lima Ohio. Lima a town where you never leave, even more so true to someone who lives in Lima heights. Santana wants more than anything to get out of Ohio and she has the talent to do so, but she's different from the other girls who have the same talent as she does. They have money, the newest range of equipment and time to train. Santana has no money, a job that she is barely holding on to and hang me down clothes from charity shops and her pair of trainers that saw better days three years when she bought them and now they are barely holding themselves together, but every morning she runs the three miles to the old running track that hasn't been used by anyone other than Santana for more than the past five years. The track is almost hidden by the over grown weeds and grass, the caretaker Brian was also a local shop owner so the only time he had to come down here was every morning whilst he walked his dog. Santana had always ran, She ran because her mom had run but now she runs for her mom, her role model who unfortunately had passed three weeks before Santana's fourteenth birthday that day she vowed she would go to the Olympics and make something happen.
So after her mom was laid to rest, that same night Santana grabbed her jacket and her trainers running from her aunt's house who had become the guardian to both Santana and her sister Tara to the track. From that night she trained for hours begging her body to go faster, it took until a few months later in early December when she had been to cold to go home after pushing herself too far that she was caught sneaking in. She had broken into the old office to wait until her muscles could take the three miles to get home but she fell asleep under the old cork board that held her mothers newspaper articles from her running days. Brian had noticed the lock on the floor quickly making noise against the metal walls of the small building, instantly waking Santana. Brian was only slightly angry at her once she explained and it was more so because if she had come to him he would have given her the keys instead of having to climb over the barbed fence every night.
It was that morning where they made their deal. Santana would help out with the stock of the shop and in turn he would train her, he knew enough to get her towards her goal and knew that once saw here talent someone would be willing to pick her up and coach her. So that morning and everyone after that, she ran her three miles to the track where Brian and Linford would meet her, her spikes in hand, her beanie on her head and her tight three quarter joggers and whatever t shirt she could find at five in the morning without waking anyone especially her young cousins. She ran every morning, lifted crates of drinks for Brian and cleaned the shop every night.
Santana was ever so grateful and indebted to Brian but he would never hear any of it, the memory of her mother and his good childhood friend was enough thanks to see her go far. The years passed by and her sister moved out with her boyfriend Daze and she stayed with her aunt still on the couch in the small home, but it never deterred her from trying to reach her goal and today was hopefully the beginning to her dream coming true.
She went down to the track just like any normal morning except that she wouldn't be jogging and she wouldn't be training, her spikes tied at the the laces and slung over her shoulder, her backpack containing her registration details and her water bottle bouncing off her backside with every stride and her hoodie zipped tightly shielding her from the spring cool wind. Brian stood by his car holding the keys, he took her bag and spikes putting them in the back seat before getting in to drive her to the stadium where the qualification for the USA sprint team would be held. Where she would be running the 200m
"You need new Spikes." Brian told her as he slipped into the driving seat.
"I'm broke." Santana replied
"Well nail it today and you'll have new spikes coming out of your ears."
Santana just nodded and leaned her head against the window. As the got closer to the stadium Brian reminded her of what was needed from her today.
"Remember you need under 23 seconds to qualify your'e almost there you got 23.28 seconds so just nail it and world champs here we come."
"I got more I can feel it, thanks Bri."
When they got into the stadium Santana went off to register and get ready they had cut it close so she hurried to the bathroom getting out of her tracksuit pants and jacket leaving her in tight running pants and a running tank. She came out the bathroom pinning her number to her top, she ran into her coach who was standing beside a competitor.
"Is that Quinn Fabray?" She asked her coach and looked back at the blonde, a well known female sprinter. Quinn Fabray was a bred Olympian, her father won gold at the Olympics and she was set to follow his footsteps. Gold was in her blood and it showed in her running, the medals she collected and the way she held herself like she was better than anyone here not just at running but in very other aspect.
"Santana listen, focus on your own race she's already got her slot, and if you run the way I know you can the last ones yours. Alright?"
"Yeah." She wiped the sweat that was in the palms of her hands against her hips.
"You have as much right to be here as they do and you go and show them that."
"Thank you." With that in her head she handed her bag off to brian and made her way outside to the track.
TANOID
"And the next race is the final qualifier for the USA sprint squad. With the world championships at the end of the summer only one place fastest 200 meter time sub 23 will take the spot."
Santana took her spot in her lane, this is what she was working for, this is what she wanted was she nervous heck yeah. she tried to slow her heart breathing deep breaths in through her nose and out her mouth but as the seconds ticked closer it didn't help neither did trying to shake the nerves from the limbs of her body, as jumped to keep loose. It was hard not to feel intimidated by the other women.
"Quiet please."
Santana looked over to the other eight sprinters noticing that Fabray and another girl were wearing the same clothes and spikes sharing an encouraging look as if they were a team. I tried to shake the fact that they were so good as I looked down at my starter block.
"On your marks"
Santana placed her feet comfortably into her couch along with hands so they were comfortable on the line.
"Set"
She lifted her herself, focusing on the two lines that became her lane as she listened to the absolute quiet for the starting pistol.
As soon as the shot rang through her ears she was up and shot off the starter block better than she had before, She straighten and pushed hard round the bend of the first hundred meters of her race.
"It's a good start, Lopez in lane three up with the leaders. It's a fast first quarter, round the bend Fabray in the lead with Lopez pressuring. 20m to go and Lopez takes the lead."
Santana pushed with everything she had in those last 50m to take the race and make it her own. A smile taking over her face and Brian was definitely right even with her no name clothes and her falling apart spikes she felt like she deserved to be there as much as Quinn Fabray.
"Santana Lopez ran a great time there, she will take the last place in the USA squad. Congratulations Santana on a great race. Joining local hero Quinn Fabray at the world Championships."
Santana didn't miss the way Quinn's face had looked when she had been beaten or the way she looked past her up towards the bar area of the stands where her dad stood looking a little annoyed with the performance. It was no secret of the pressure that Quinn was under with her dad spearheading her training to worlds and the Olympics.
Santana was to over the moon with her own performance to think to much of the fact that Quinn Fabray had been beaten more that she had been the one to beat Quinn Fabray and that this race had put her into the USA sprint squad. She giggled to herself as she went back to the changing room where she'd left her jacket and tracksuit bottom. After slipping them on she went out to find Brian who had just reached the bottom of the stairs to where the changing rooms were. He was suddenly approached by someone wearing the USA coaching tracksuit.
"Got yourself a winner there."He looked at the woman confused. "Sorry Connie Price-Smith, USA relay coach." She held out her hand to shake.
"Brian Johnson. Shop keeper."
"shop- ahh I thought you were Santana's-"
"Well I give her a hand, you know." Brian cut in.
"Right. How do you think she'd handle being on a relay team?"
"Why don't you ask her yourself. Santana Lopez. Connie Price-Smith." Brian introduced them.
"Hi."
"Pleased to meet you."
"Ask me what?"
"Well I just wanted to say congratulations, you ran a really great race today."
"Aw thank you."
"No problem, so I'm gonna be seeing you soon." With that she let them walk away, putting her arm around Brian's shoulder as they walked out.
"Who was that." She whispered once just out of hearing distance. He just laughed and led them to the car as Santana did a little dance.
Once back on the road with a huge smile on her face Santana couldn't help but check if what had happened was real or not.
"Am I dreaming? I pinched myself in the changing room you know I actually pinched myself, hard."
"It was a big step for you. You need to keep your times consistent if you wanna medal.
"I beat Quinn Fabray in a race today. Did you see my time, Brian did you time me?where was your watch." Santana joked about the small item that was always glued to his hand.
"Are you even listening?"
"Yeah I'm listening but can I scream now!"
"Yeah go on then
"AHHH WOOOO YEAHHHH! We're going to the worlds who's going we're going to the worlds!" Santana screamed doing a dance to her little tune.
"Well no, you are."
What? what do you mean you're coming too."
"I aint coming my job's done."
"What no Brian they'll fund you and everything."
"Look I promised I'dd help you get in the door and I have. What, where you're going, you're gonna need more than one bloke and his dog."
"Are you serious."
"Yes it's up to you now." Santana sulked back into her seat realizing she was gonna be alone at least she will have her sister. Brian dropped her at her aunt's so she could tell them the good news.
"Tara?" She shouted through the house.
"Yeah." she shouted from where she was sitting out side smoking a cigarette.
"Tara I won."
"Did ya?" She asked staring at her phone.
"Yeah, I made the national team. I get to train with them and then I'm going world champs, everything."
"Really that's heavy." Still never looking up from her phone.
"Yeah."
"Look I'm going shop you want anything?"
"Nah I'm alright." Santana's voice laced with disappointment.
Or at least she thought she'd have her but she didn't have much but the couch as she lay down to fall asleep tomorrow holding the unknown for the fast girl.
