Fast girls: Chapter 7
A.N. I don't own glee or Fast girls.
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Happy New Year!
When the next morning came Santana had her hopes high that Quinn would be able to talk to her dad but knew it would be a hard conversation for the other girl. Russel Fabray was a piece of work to Santana but to his daughter, it was a whole different ball park.
Santana got herself ready and headed to the cafeteria grabbing a banana and some oatmeal. She hadn't an appetite but with the training that she did last night her legs were cramping so she needed the potassium and energy from the food. She made sure to grab an extra bottle of water on her way out in case it was needed. She walked back to her room sitting on her bed for a minute before her nerves got the better of her. She paced the floor in front of the bed, biting her nails as she did on hand on her hip the other on her lips. She wished she knew where Quinn was, whether she had spoken to her father or not and whether this worrying was even worth anything. Quinn was his daughter but she wasn't sure if that meant anything to the man anymore.
Santana willed herself to finally sit back down and concentrate on the TV, not something she never had any control over. She wished she could see Brittany but she had a job to do, she didn't have the free time that Santana did. Quinn texted her just as she fell into her thoughts about her blonde. She would be talking to her dad now at the stadium. Santana pulled on her trainers and made her way over.
Quinn had woken this morning a little to early for her liking so she had gotten an early breakfast then set herself looking for her father, she checked his room and the complex but couldn't find him. She went over to the stadium trying to find him there. When she walked past the USA official suite she found him with other officials sorting some things out. She didn't wish to be rude but this needed to be done.
She knocked on the door making the men inside turn to her.
"Excuse me. Dad."
"Hello."
"Can I just talk to you for a sec?"
"It's last chance today. You ready? I've looked at the Jamaican stats and-"
"Dad."
"Yeah what?"
"I want Santana back on the team." Russel looked around him embarrassed that she had asked in front of other officials. He moved his tie tightening it and rearranging his pass before placing his clipboard down.
"Come over here." He guided Quinn into the corner away from listening ears before whispering to her. "Is this nerves?"
"No it's not. We practices last night and we're really good."
"Don't be ridiculous Quinn. She's banned."
"Yes I know. But she's the fastest. We need her."
"No you're faster than her." Quinn shook her head at his statement sucking in her lips admitting that she hated knowing the other girl was faster.
"No I'm not." Russel got angry and frustrated with his daughter.
"She's a liability. She's out of control."
"You got Connie to take her of the team." Quinn said looking across at the other officials.
"You're better off without her."
"So I'm asking you to put her back on."
"Darling I'm just trying to do what's best for you."
"Yeah then put her on the team."
"This is our last chance at a medal." He whisper shouted.
"My last chance."
"Excuse me?"
"It's mine, not yours."
"Well if you'd ran a better race in the 200m it wouldn't be your last chance would it. What? That's the reality. You lost. So now we can't have anymore distractions or fights." She saw the man that everyone else had and she was to scared to disappoint.
Quinn reached into the front pocket of her rucksack where her father's gold medal had lived since he had given her it. It weight so much more on her than it would anyone else.
"This is yours." She offered his medal back.
"Quinn. Please." He covered his face with his hand covering his anger and embarrassment.
"I have spent my whole life trying to please you. This is my time now." She pushed his medal into his hand, tears welling in her eyes that she swallowed down. "Dad, either you bring Santana back on the team or I quit."
"What?" He looked at the girl in front of him not knowing who she was.
"No I mean it. I don't care what you think of me anymore. Win or lose I am running this race on my own terms, not yours." Quinn turned her back on her dad picking up her bag and walking out and towards the stairs where Santana was waiting.
"Well how'd it go?" She questioned the blonde.
"I can't breathe." Quinn left out a strained giggle and walked down the stairs leaving a really confused Santana, she followed after the blonde.
"Quinn what? Quinn what did you say man."
Russel Fabray was left in the box conference room over looking the stadium holding onto his medal. He loved his daughter and if this was going to get them the best chance of winning and him being a part of it he would do what he could to get Santana back on the team. After all it was a chance at gold.
Santana and Quinn made there way to Connie's room whilst Quinn told the other girl what had happened not sure whether or not her speech may have made everything worse or her dad would swallow his pride. The only way they would know would be from Connie. When they knocked on the coaches door she answered and let them in.
"I hope you're ready for this."
"What do you mean."
"It means you have ten minutes to get your self ready and get to the warm up area. You have your race in an hour."
"Really now let's move it ladies." She guided us out the door and Santana left the two to go get her stuff.
Santana ran down the flights of stairs in the complex jumping the last three steps of every floor 'carefully' due to all the excitement she had. She had her last chance, her silver lining. She had to prove everyone wrong and her team mates right. She ran from the complex towards the Stadium after about three minutes she slowed into a casual walk alongside her coach and friend. Such an odd word to say about Quinn after all this time. She walked with an extra bounce in her step, clutching her backpack tighter and the smile on her face widening.
When we showed our passes and walked in through the athletes entrance, Santana biting her lip to hide the smile she had at being able to do so. She and Quinn walked to the changing room where Belle and Sarah were already dressed and waiting.
"Well well, look what the cat dragged in." Belle made a joke but hugged Santana glad she was back on the team. "So how'd you do it?"
"Well it was all Quinn."
"Nah, seriously girl how did you really get back on."
"Honestly Quinn."
"Well then White bitch well done." She winked at Quinn.
"We actually have to tell you something that we figured out last night but we haven't told Connie yet."
"Go on then." Sarah nodded in agreement.
"Santana's gonna run anchor."
"What?"
"And daddy's alright with that?" Belle scoffed.
"It's not about him this is our race." Belle smiled and nodded going over to the sinks to apply her make-up.
Santana breathed deeply as she laced her spikes, her hands shaking as she did. She didn't stop shaking, even when she stabbed her hips and breasts with the safety pins holding her USA sign to her.
She walked with the girls to the small indoor warm up room next to the changing rooms, it had starting blocks and 20m of track lines for us to use. They used it for about 20 minutes, Santana and Quinn still keeping to their plan when Connie came in.
"So what are you doing?" Realising that they had swapped.
"I'm gonna run anchor."
"You sure about this?"
"Yeah coach it works better. We're really good."
"Alright well if it goes tits up I had nothing to do with this and didn't know what you were doing. C'mon outside, Brittany wants to do a quick once over we don't want another replay of Trix."
Once Britt checked everyone out they went to their waiting spot until their race was to be called.
In Ohio the TV's were on loud and most were sat watching the Athletic championships.
T.V Reporter:
"Once again we have a capacity crowd here at the world championships for what promises to be a fantastic finals with the women's 4x100. The USA team have a stiff completion on the track can they put there differences aside and bring home a medal."
Tara was sat with Daze and their friends watching but while Tara was trying to watch Daze wanted a beer. In the corner shop Brian was barely paying attention to his customers to busy watching his TV. To busy to realise that Santana's aunt had walked in, she was trying to shop but her eyes and mind drifted to the small television. She pushed the thoughts of watching her aside and tried to carry out her shopping.
In the stands Russel and Judy Fabray took their seat with the Quinn's coaches in between the two. Trix and her family took their seats, Trix wearing her team kit. Brittany and Rachel took their seats, first row track side.
"It's been a dramatic road to the finals for the American team, fifth in the semi finals until the french were disqualified. i't going to be an exciting final."
Back with the girls where they were just waiting to go into the tunnel at their team bay, Connie ready to give them a game plan. The four girls made a circle/square when Santana spoke up.
"One last Shot, okay."
"Yeah we can do this." Quinn put in.
"Hell yeah girlfriends."Belle added
"Let's go." Sarah finished.
"Okay whoa I did have a big speech prepare that you've now ruined. I had it written on cards and everything."
A collective aww came from the girls.
"Okay okay. Just go do it. Just go do it." They all put there fists into the middle of there huddle pulling them back with a boom. The four sprinters walked off to the tunnel leaving their coach in the bay. She gave a little prayer before walking to where Brittany and the USA team were sat.
The crowd were buzzing with the wait and so were the athletes that were jumping with nerves. Santana noticed that Quinn didn't have her normal calmness even with how big the race was Santana knew something was up. She walked out of formation going to the third tier of runners finding the blonde.
"What's up?"
"I just realised I've never passed a baton in a race before. I've always run anchor."
"Wanna switch?"
"No. It'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"Yep, it's fine." Quinn pushed through becoming more confident. Santana knew she was nervous but she knew that Quinn wanted to prove herself and hopefully this would do that.
"And now the teams for the women's 400m Relay. We have Jamaica, Trinidad and Tobago, Brazil, the United States of America, Nigeria, Ukraine and Ethiopia. "
"USA is right next to the favourites Jamaica."
The Sprinters walked out of the tunnel and onto the track taking their positions at their 100m interval. Mr Fabray was up and out of his seat when he spotted Quinn.
"What is she doing at third leg. She's the anchor."
"Russel. Sit down." Judy told her ex husband.
Belle was jumping hoping to keep her legs warm so she didn't pull anything, the rest of the USA runners shook themselves and doing the same jumping moves as their starter. They waited for that first call for what seemed like hours. Belle situated herself in her starting block when it was called.
" On your marks."
"Set." The anticipation was electrifying.
Commentator:
"That's a great start by team USA. Newman is out of the blocks and absolutely powering round that top bend.
Bella shot out of her starting blocks keeping in perfect stride with the Jamaican runner. She pushed hard smirking to herself loving the feeling. Run fast and look good doing it. She was definitely doing herself justice. She handed their blue baton over to Sarah smoothly who did as good as possible keeping with the other girls and only just falling back into fourth.
"Superb performance by the Americans, going into that third leg."
Judy sat in the stands watching her daughter with so much pride and she hadn't even touched the baton yet. she rose from her seat trying to get a better look at her daughter to watch her race. wishing she wouldn't have to blink for about eleven seconds.
"What a difference you can see from USA today. Absolutely flying around that bend. A great run by Quinn Fabray."
When Quinn got her hands on the baton she felt the electric current of being in the final flow through her. She rocketed round the corner closing in and pushing USA back into third position, as she closed in on Santana she shouted for her hand. She surged forward lifting her hand to push herself that little faster making her hand and baton come down into Santana's hand instead of up. The harder way to pass the baton.
"Coming towards the last change over now"
Connie saw the action and cringed as she watched the hand come down in almost slow motion, she wished she could look away and miss the baton being dropped and their dreams end then.
But Santana's hand curled around the baton and gripped it tightly.
"Adams towards the line, Lopez gaining. It's gonna be close."
Brian and her Aunt were in the shop, their complete attention on their girl running.
Tara and Daze shouted unheard cheers at the screen.
Trix watched the girl run she cold feel what she was feeling she stopped her cheering as she stared open mouthed at the girl in awe, pushing herself up on her husband shoulder to watch her closely.
Brittany cheered her girl past and stood up to watch her go.
Santana pushed herself, she could feel the other women around her but this was hers. Her cross from her mother bounced on her neck with every step. The line was so close she threw herself over it. It was the fastest and slowest most blurred eleven seconds of her life, but she wouldn't change a second of it. No matter the outcome.
"And it looks like a photo so close. I'm not sure who won that Nigeria, Jamaica or the United States.
What a fabulous fabulous final. It couldn't be closer."
Everyone stared at the board, praying, hoping and begging for the outcome they wanted.
In the shop Santana's aunt was shouting at Brian hoping he knew who won.
Slowly it finally appeared
3: Nigeria
2:Jamaica
1:USA
"It's USA"
The stadium was wild. The United states supporters were screaming and cheering at the result. The girls on the track was something else. The first thing the crowd saw was Quinn and Santana run at each other screaming in joy and meet with a hug any issues that had been on the track and even off were gone.
"What a comeback have you ever seen anything like it. The closest final in years."
Brian cheered and punched the air happily. Her aunt was smiling and cheering with the man who had made this possible.
Quinn's and Santana's hug was invaded by Belle and Sarah. The girls jumped about screamed in their four way hug.
"They have pulled off something spectacular.
It's gold for the United States of America."
Everyone in Daze's sitting room were on there feet happy and taking shots whilst Tara was sat on the couch, frozen in awe for her sister. She watched the happiness spread over her face and she couldn't be anything but proud.
Russel Fabray ran down the isle steps of where he was sat stuck by the wall of press but he shouted for his daughter who walked his way he knew they had done it together. Except Quinn completely bypassed him shouting to her mum who came down the other isle and hugged his golden girl. She didn't even try to acknowledge him.
Santana ran up to the stands hugging Rachel considering it was her spot she had taken. She then turned to Brittany. All nerves of not showing who she completely was, no contract no rules and no one would stop her spending the best moment of her life so far with the beautiful blonde physio therapist. She threw her arms around the blondes neck and kissed her hard, Brittany was taken back at first so it took a little longer for her to kiss back. Brittany held the girl tighter to her as she lifted her slightly in their kiss.
"Oh my god yess!" Belle shouted whist the camera focused on the two.
Santana jumped back but was smiling so big she looked like a child who was just set loose in a candy shop.
Tara was sat smiling whilst Daze was gobsmacked. "Babe I didn't know your sister was a dyke."
"Daze shut the fuck up, she's always been into girls and I don't care."
"What and you never told me, that's cold I could have seen some lesbian action."
"You will n
erv on my sister or we're done."
"Jeez babe chill out."
All the girls gathered in front of the stall where Trix was sat.
"Get down here!" They all shouted at the injured woman.
"I knew you could do it girl!" She shouted at Santana whilst Belle and Sarah tried giving Trix the pout o which she just shook her head at and they walked off leaving Santana who received a thumbs up. She mouthed a thank you at her friend, blowing her a kiss before following her team mates.
Quinn has been pulled over by the press and the others piled on to her buzzing with the thrill of winning. Connie pushed her way through the cameras to hug the girls. Screaming with them and pulling their signature boom.
"We did it Connie." She handed them their country's flag and they went off to do their victory lap leaving their coach to give them a scrambled description of her way of winning.
The buzz was felt through the whole USA team. The girls ended their run back in front of the cameras before they went back to the dressing room. They sorted their hairs and make-up after putting their tacksuits back on Santana was just about to fix her make up when a hand shot through the door and pulling her out into the hall, she was pulled through a few more halls and into a secluded corner. The blonde kidnapper pulled the Latina sprinter to her claiming her perfect lips. She kissed her pushing her into the wall claiming her. when she pulled back she kissed her now swollen lips lightly.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself."
"Don't apologise Britt."
"Go get ready for your medal ceremony."
"But." Santana tried pulling the blonde back.
"Nope go then tonight we've got the wrap party which I hope you'll go as my date to but right now you gotta go get your gold."
"Okay, one more." She pulled the blonde back to her quickly kissing her softly. When she slipped back into the changing room the other girls were sat waiting for her with shit eating grins. Santana shook them off and went over to the mirror fixing the mess that Britt had caused.
"So how was Brittany?" Belle asked. She just flipped the other girl off. After fixing herself Santana went back to the girls who all walked out the changing room waiting in the tunnel until the podium was ready. When it was the girls walked out single file waving at the audience who stayed for the medal ceremony. They stood behind the middle and tallest podium waiting for their turn as the flags were lowered and the bronze and silver medals were presented to their respective owners.
"And now your Gold medal winners of the women's 400 metres relay: The United States of America."
The girls held hands as the stepped up raising there hands in the air to the cheers of the crowd. The release there holds to shake the officials hand and receive their medals. Each of them holding them up for the press pictures. They stood and sung the national anthem of their country and were then escorted to a quick press release before they were allowed to go to their rooms, their event was the last of the championships so everyone was excited for the party that would be happening, no events or training tomorrow meant that everyone could let loose.
"So what are you guys wearing tonight?" Belle asked them, Quinn and Sarah listing the dress and what it looked like leaving the silence for Santana to fill.
"Probably my jeans and a top."
"Babes you're a gold medal winner you aint gonna wear some jeans. Come on we're going to my room and we'll find you something, plus you want Britts to be all over you don't you." Belle told her and pulled her out the stadium doors. They were on another cloud, Santana kept her medal hanging around her neck holding onto it in her left hand.
When they got to the complex and up to the floor where the girls rooms were they all went into Belle's room. Belle opened her wardrobe where her nicer clothes were hanging.
"Alright I've got this gorgeous number for me but I think that LBD it perfect for you, it may be a little short but not as short as it is on me." She pulled out a satin Black dress with one shoulder strap that was made of satin roses. It was simple and elegant, perfect for a her. Santana hugged the girl pecking her cheek in thanks. "Hey now, keep those lips for the hot blonde." The girls all went their separate ways, making plans to meet in the hall in an hour and a half. They all took much needed long showers or baths, washing away the sweat of today and soaking their wound up muscles.
Santana leaned her head against the shower wall crying, she was here alone finally accomplishing the dream she had been told by many to give up on, back home she knew Brian would have watched but no one else would care. She wished more than anything her mom was here to celebrate this moment with. The girls out there and Trix more than anyone had believed and depended on her more than anyone ever had. She knew she nearly lost this all. She was ashamed of herself and she wished that the faith they others had in her , that she could have it in herself. Her sobs turned into a mixture of laughing and crying. She had done it she had done what she had set out to do. She had given her mother the one thing she wanted more than life itself, but she wasn't here to see it. O course she had done it for herself, it was selfish but it was her who had put in all those hours of training, secluding herself from her peers and alienating herself from those in her community and her family. She had held every emotion she had ever felt that wasn't important in helping her reach her goal and now those years of nothing but running for this reason had broken free. It was her own personal Pandora's box.
She wasn't sure how long she was stood there for before she stopped herself from crying, the water doesn't go cold here like it does at home.
When she stepped out she wiped off the condensation on the mirror, she laughed at herself. So much for a relaxing shower. Her eyes were puffy and red but she couldn't care less. She sat in her towel as she dried her hair and straightened it. Her swelling around her eyes had decreased and she hoped the make up would hide the rest of it. She texted Brittany in between putting on her dress and putting on her heels. When she was putting on the finishing touches of her make-up and her accessories there was a knock at her door. She rushed over opening it to the blonde. She was in a white jewelled strapless dress. She looked beautiful.
"Hey Gorgeous. Are you ready to go?" Santana grabbed her phone and pass nodding and taking the blondes out stretched hand. They linked their hands and walked to the end of the hall where the other beautiful Sprinters stood. They smiled at us as we got closer.
"I dunno about you but I'm ready to get smashed." Belle shouted and lead us to the party down the road. They deserved to let loose but Santana was content just being with the group and finally feeling acceptance. The night was a hit, even better when the real golden girl walked through the door. Trix's last wrap party as an athlete and she wouldn't miss it for anything, they sat at a booth with her until she left and they let themselves gravitate to the dance floor.
They were America's Fast girls and right now no one would take that from them.
