Title: Love & Softball
Author: BrennaAimee
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Santana transfers to a new high school from one where she is a softball star. Can she prove she belongs on this new team? Can she impress her new captain . . . in more ways than one?
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A/N: This is a redo of a fic I did for another set of characters a while back. I wanted to redo it into a Brittana fic and see how yall liked it. Let me know what you think. It is already written just adding some things here and there so it shouldn't take that long to update. Just let me know what you think.
My friend believed it was a good fit. The fic was originally hers, so again y0ungalaska, again, this is for you. 3
There were two things Santana Lopez knew for a fact. Number one . . . moving in the middle of the school year and leaving her friends sucks. Number two . . . moving when softball season is about to start and being the all-star pitcher, with scouts coming to watch this season, makes it even worse.
Santana's dad was the sole bread-winner in the house, He made enough money so Santana's mom never had to work and the family was still well taken care of. Santana had always loved this about her life. Her and her sister were spoiled to say the least. Only now, had she found a huge downfall in this arrangement. Santana's father, Carlos, is the chief executive of a major company. When the company decided to relocate its main headquarters they needed their head executive in the new location. Carlos was more than happy to accept the offered position. He figured his family could use the change in scenery and doing this came with many benefits. He would get a new company car and they could get a bigger house with more land.
Carlos knew that his daughters would have a hard time leaving their friends. Raquel is upset to leave the tennis players and Santana is upset to leave her softball team behind, but the school they would be enrolled in had more recruiters looking into their sports teams. He has also talked to the guidance counselors at her high school, and at the new high school, and they informed him the coach at the new school said she would allow Santana to do a late try out. Although his daughters are mad now he knew it is what was best for his family.
Santana's P.O.V
"Mija, can I talk to you for a minute?" Carlos asked as I was finishing packing up.
"I guess."
"Look, I know your upset about the move. I know you don't want to leave your friends and the softball team, but I know this is what's best for us. I want you to understand that I would never do anything to mess up your life. You and Raquel mean the world to me and I only have your best interest at heart."
"Dad, scouts were coming to watch me play this year. That's a huge deal I'm only a junior and they were by-passing the seniors to watch ME."
"I know Mija. The school you are going to be enrolled in has more scouts to watch them than your school does now. You will have more opportunities and better ones at that."
"But. . . ." I cut off. Tears threatening to escape.
"What is it? You can talk to me."
"What if. . . what if I'm not good enough. I know I'm the star of my team here. What if I can't even make the team there? The team wins games, not a single player. What if the only reason I am as good as I am is because I have my team. We understand each other; we know what the other is going to do with just a look." I never wanted to express these doubts but it's been all I could think about since I heard about the new try outs and moving. Softball really is my dream.
"Is this really what you're worried about?" He asked. I could tell it was hurting him to see me like this. He hates seeing me hurting.
All I could do was nod and lean onto his shoulder crying. Family was the only ones I let see me cry. He grabbed me by my shoulders to make me look him in the eyes after a few minutes of letting me sob.
"Listen to me, if this has what's got you so concerned you need to let that go. You are a Lopez and we excel. You are a rock star and you know it. You are an amazing player all on your own. The fact you know and willingly admit that the team wins the game and not the individual makes you an even better player and an amazing addition to any team. The team may understand you here, but anywhere you go you can make people understand you. You have a God given talent and no one can get in your way. I have no doubt in my mind that you will make that team and scouts will be watching you every step of the way. So you are going to go to that school and show that coach, that team, and those scouts how bad-ass Lopez's are, you understand me?"
"Yes Sir." I said trying to suppress my giggle through my tears. My father always knew how to make me feel better and boost my confidence, and like he said I am bad-ass and I will have to show everyone just that. "Thanks Papi, I love you." I say while hugging him tight.
"Love you too Mija, make sure that you have everything. We are going to be leaving in a few hours."
|At the new house|
"You want to go rearrange our rooms? You know the movers probably screwed them up." Raquel said laughing.
"Yeah we have to fix that mess."
I quickly got to work moving my bed and dresser the way I wanted them, hanging up posters, a couple of bands and a couple of my idol ,Lisa Fernandez, around the room, and rearranging my walk in closet. I had my iHome on full blast singing along, music had always helped me think and get done with things quicker. Singing was my second passion next to ball. My father already had my room painted black with red trim, my favorite colors.
"San, Raq!" I heard my mother yell from down the hall. "Your father wants to see you downstairs."
"Ok Ma" My sister and I yelled in unison, I turned off my music and ran downstairs.
"What's up Dad?" Raquel asked.
"I just thought we should take a walk on the land. There is a lot more property here than we had in New York. I think you will be pleasantly surprised at how much room you have." Dad told us.
"If you say so." I replied rolling my eyes, I don't know why he thinks this will make me happy.
We set out to walk the yard. 'This place is huge' I thought. We soon see a fenced in area and realized that it was a singles tennis court.
"Papi. . . Is that ours?" Raquel inquires.
"Yes baby girl, I had it made for you so you can keep practicing and maybe if you get on the tennis team here you can bring a teammate to practice."
With those words Raquel had grabbed my arm and we were running full speed to the court. We always worked on our respective sports together to help each other improve our game and having a practice space would make everything so much easier. Raquel surveys the court. The net is regulation, the court is the right size, and everything is perfect.
"Maybe this won't be that bad Cal." I could tell she was really pleased with the court and I don't want to make a sarcastic remark to spoil her happiness, so I opt not to say anything.
"Santana" I heard my father yell.
"Yes Papi."
"Walk with me Mija"
I walk with my dad about fifty yards and see a shed. Dad handed me a key and told me to open it. Inside held all my softball equipment on one side and Raquel's tennis equipment on the other. In the back was the heavy equipment we had for practice: my pitching machine for softball, Raquel's tennis machine, and my throw back net for practicing pitching. It had my favorite bats lining my side of the shed along with five five gallon buckets of regulation sized softballs. I hear Raq run up and gasp as she enters the shed.
"Its like a sports Barbie dream house." Raquel jokes.
All I can do is laugh. Dad pulled me out of the shed and had me walk another twenty yards before coming to another fenced in area. That was longer and rectangle shaped.
"Your own personal batting cage, you can get your pitching machine out and hit or you can get your net and practice pitching. There are two pitching mounds in there. One is high school and one is professional regulation." He told me.
"Thank you." I said tears welling up in my eyes. My dad really would do anything to make my sister and I happy. I wa really greatful for what he had done for us. I decided to attempt optimism and think 'Maybe Raq is right, maybe this won't be that bad.'
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