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 and impress the captain in more ways than she knows.

Disclaimer: All television shows, books, movies, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work and the characters, events, and settings thereof are the properties of their respective owners. This is for entertainment purposes only, no profit is being made.

A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews alerts and favorites. Yall are amazing =) again yall should join the Faberrittana board! I know yall love Brittana since yall are reading the pairing and a lot of people ship Faberry. You should meet me there ;)

Santana's phone rang singing: *you're my boo thang, can't get enough, I love your stuff . . . Let's turn it up, you get what you want . . . Cause you're my boo thang . . . and when your friends ask, I'm not your man just the closest thing that you have to a boo thang . . .*

Santana pulled away from the kiss to answer her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. You said you wanted me to check on you in case B was still avoiding you, do you need me to come get you."

"Yes, please. I'm a little drunk."

"Ok, I'm on my way."

Santana hung up the phone and looked into Brittany's bright blue eyes. "Puck is going through something and needs me to come over. I'm sorry to leave like this. I would take my car, but we all had a little to drink. I'll text you later."

Brittany looked at Santana and nodded her head and gave a small smile. She really hoped Santana wasn't lying because that kiss was breathtaking. She loved the feel of Santana's thick, soft lips on hers. She had never felt anything like it from just one kiss.

"Ok, do you want me to sit out here and wait with you?" Brittany asked as Santana looked over her shoulder.

"I think you have something you need to deal with." Santana nodded in the direction of Joanne standing on the porch looking dumbfounded. "I'll come get my car in the morning."

"Ok. Good night San." Brittany smiled at her and made eye contact staring deep into the chocolate pools looking for some hint of emotion, but didn't see any. With that she turned away and walked back toward the house.

Brittany's P.O.V

I was walking back to the house still feeling week from the kiss Santana gave me. As much as I wanted it, I was so scared of how she is going to react. She may have kissed a girl before, but probably not for the same reason as I thought she just kissed me.

I walked up on the porch completely ignoring Joanne, who was still standing there with her jaw on the floor. I walked up to my room and laid across the bed.

I heard the door open and turn to look. I saw Joanne standing there with unshed tears in her eyes.

"B, how could you?"

"How could I what, Joanne?" I asked almost yelling. I was so annoyed with her.

"You, you, kissed her. I have been working my ass off to get you back and you just let that happen."

"Joanne, I never promised you that we would get back together, or that anything would happen between us."

"You go from almost kissing me to kissing that girl."

"First off that girl has a name secondly you almost kissed me not the other way around."

"Well your hands were holding mine so I'm pretty sure you weren't stopping me."

"We were drunk, or tipsy, whatever you want to call it."

"B, I love you, with all I am. I don't know what to do. I forgive you for kissing her, I really do, just come back to me, please?"

"I did not ask you for forgiveness. I don't have anything that I need to be forgiven for. Joanne, you are the one that broke this. You broke us, not the other way around. You need to actually take responsibility for you actions. Stop acting like you did nothing wrong. Own up to what you did. I don't need you, and I don't need us. Us is unhealthy and us is unimportant to me right now." I yelled back. She had pressed all the buttons. I wasn't going to allow her to get away with. I got up from the bed and went over to the closet, pulled all her stuff out, and threw it on the bed. I went over to the drawer I had with her stuff in it and pulled it all out. She was standing there looking at me like I had lost my mind. I grabbed a duffle bag from my closet and put everything that belongs to her in it.

"Now, you can take your stuff and get out of my house. I'm done with you and I'm done with us. When we broke up, I waited for the day you would come back. I knew I still had you as a friend, but I wanted you to want me. Now that you finally want me I can see what I did wrong. I can see even more clearly that what you done to me was wrong and that I don't need that in my life. This is over. Your car is outside. The girls you brought with you, I will give a ride to tomorrow. Just get out."

Joanne stormed out of my room, tears rolling down her face. I started to feel bad because I really couldn't stand seeing her cry, but I realized that I didn't want her. Any feelings I was still harboring for her vanished the moment a certain cocky, fiery Latina put her lips to mine. Even if it didn't work out the way I wanted it to, I always had her to thank for showing me that I didn't need someone that didn't treat me right. I needed someone who took me as I am and treated me the way I want to be treated. Someone that didn't call me names or cheat on me and someone that really brought out a passion in me.

Santana's P.O.V

"Lopez, what the hell is wrong, you haven't said a word since I picked you up from B's house." Puck finally broke the silence as they entered his bedroom.

I heard him, but all I can do is stare into space, what had I done?

"Santana, If you do not start talking to me I'm going to . . . "He didn't have a chance to finish before I interrupted him.

"I kissed her Puck."

"Kissed who?"

"Brittany" was the only thing I could get out.

"Ok and this is a problem why? Girls kiss girls all the time now days. I mean I wish I could have been there to see, but that's the only problem I can see with it." He laughed.

I sighed. "I know that, I have kissed girls before."

"Then what is the big deal here?" He asked seriously.

"Puck, I kissed her. I know she is gay and I think I'm straight and I freakin' kissed her."

"Ok, there is a problem with that statement, a few actually. Why are you freaking out? You kissed her, what makes this any different from the other girls you kissed? So what, she is gay that doesn't mean she automatically wants a relationship with you."

"Puck, I fucked up."

"Ok, look, this shortness has to stop I can't read your mind San and you are doing nothing but confusing me, so spit it out."

"I . . . kissed her. You know how I told you it seemed like she was avoiding me." I waited on him to respond. He nodded and I continued. "Well, I walked in on her and Joanne kissing, or about to kiss or something. Something I really would have rather not seen. Anyways, I told her I was leaving and she ran after me. She told me . . . she told me that the reason she was avoiding me is because she had feelings for me and she was sure I was straight and it's hard for her to control herself around me. I . . . kissed . . . her. She tried to stop me. She didn't kiss me, I kissed her, after she told me."

"Well why did you do it?"

"It felt . . . right."

"and the kiss was?"

"Damn near perfection."

"Ok, well you are sober, now anyways, so I know it's not the alcohol talking. Santana, are you attracted to her?"

I looked off; I didn't know how to answer his question. The answer was yes, one hundred percent, but was I really ready to admit it? Obviously I had been looking away and thinking a little too long, because Puck interrupts my thoughts.

"I already know the answer. You see all that thinking you are doing right now? It's not going to help anything. Follow your heart and your instincts. What is your favorite thing in the world?"

"That's easy, the rush of playing ball. The pure exhilaration I get when I'm pitching or running the bases after a hit."

"Ok you see you used the first thing that came to your mind to answer me right then right?"

"Yeah, but that's a no brainer."

"Ok well don't think about this just answer me. If you were to get good news, besides me and your family, who would be the first person you would want to tell."

"Brittany"

"That's what I thought. Is this the first time you have felt this way about a girl?"

"Yes" I sheepishly replied. I didn't know what it was, but Puck was bringing out how I really felt and I was not feeling bad about it. "Puck is this even right? Should I really be having these feelings for a girl?"

"When you kissed her, did it feel wrong?"

"No, I told you it was . . . amazing."

"Ok then, there is nothing wrong with it. You feel the way you feel, and you can't help that. It's not your decision, you are who you are. You love who you love, or like and no one should make you feel bad for that. It's all about finding a person that is right for you, not a boy or a girl, but a person."

I thought over what he said and he was right. I shouldn't have felt like that because Brittany was a girl. If she was a guy I wouldn't be having second thoughts. Well I would be wondering why she was playing softball, but . . . I laughed and Puck gave me a funny look.

"Sorry, I was just thinking. You're right. I shouldn't have doubted anything. I still don't know if I'm comfortable enough yet. Besides, I pretty much ran out on her, I mean you called and I gave a crap excuse, but I don't know if she believed it. I probably just made a fool of myself."

What was I going to do?