"I'm not cleaning this mess all by myself, just so you know", Quinn walked into the kitchen backwards, facing the group that was walking behind her.
The moment I heard them coming, I wiggled out of Santana's grip, glancing at her apologetically and somehow annoyed because somebody always got in our way. Thank God, they didn't see us.
"It's all over your face", Mercedes pointed at us and chuckled like a 5 year old.
"What?" My hand flew over to my lips, moving towards my cheeks which were on fire.
"Your face. It looks like you've dived into the Nutella jar with it", Sam giggled.
"She dived into something else", Blaine yelled from the other room.
"They have a point. Let me clean it", Santana acted like she didn't hear Blaine's comment, but she slightly blushed and tried to reach my face with her hand, grinning.
"Idiot", I slapped her arm playfully, trying to stay serious, Santana backed off and started to giggle.
"Come on, let's clean it up, we can't be up all night, the big game is tomorrow!" Quinn announced, clapping with her hands to get everyone's attention.
"Yeah, we're going to kick your ass", Blaine walked into the kitchen.
"No, I'm going to kick your ass", Quinn defended.
"Oh please, I know you were the nationals champions last year, but you're going down tomorrow. A lot of things changed since the last time we played", Blaine leaned on the kitchen island and crossed his arms.
"True that. You guys are awesome, but you didn't see them play this year", I jumped in. And that was true. The new girl, Becky, joined the team after I left. Coach Sue was always telling me not to give up and to fight with the spot on the team, but I gave up. She was the most popular and the hottest girl in our school. All of the guys (and girls) wanted to be friends with her, but she always chased me. I tried to stay away from her so I gave up on soccer. I'm feeling kind of sorry now.
All of them looked at me, their eyes curious and waited for me to say more. When they realized I won't go in any details, Blaine spoke.
"We will go all Lima heights on your asses", he teased.
"We'll see tomorrow, then", Santana winked.
"Hey, do you wanna go and watch us?" Kurt turned to me and asked politely.
"Sure, how could I miss the crash of the titans?" I said excitedly.
The next morning, Santana and Quinn left early for the game and I drove with Jenna and my grandpa.
"So, I see you've made friends here. Do you like it?" My grandpa asked.
"I love it here more than in Lima", I confessed. I saw Jenna's smile in the rear-view mirror.
"Kids are pretty cool here", she continued.
"They really are", I said bluntly.
And I mean it. Everyone here accepted me quickly and they even made me the best birthday party ever. They cared a lot, made me feel like I've been their friends for years and did it amazingly. I don't remember being this comfortable in anyone's company before.
When we arrived on the big stadium, we went to the special seats, for the families. The stadium was half full, colored by the green and red scarves, hats and transparents which represented two teams: from Lima and New York. I noticed some parents of players from Blaine's team with their brothers and sisters.
Jenna, Nick and I bought some soda and food before we sat and patiently waited for the game to start. A man appeared on the center and greeted everyone before he signalized the start of the game.
"And our Nationals finalists 2012, from Lima, Ohio: Troubletones!" Girls and boys in green jerseys walked to the center. I recognized Blaine, Jacob-Ben Israel, Lucy, Artie, Rory, Emma and some others I didn't know. And the red haired girl with a pony tail, with a captain's armband, Becky on the end. The crowd went crazy, they whistled and cheered, I tried to be as loud as I could, I wanted them to win.
"Against last year's champions: New Directions!" The crowd went crazy again, I clapped too. Mike, Tina, Santana, Sam, Kurt, Rachel, Mercedes, Puck, Finn, Sugar and Quinn, who was a captain of their team, walked onto the field in their red jerseys, greeted the other team and went on their side of the field after the judge flipped the coin.
Blaine and Quinn handshaked so hard I was afraid they were going to crush each other's hands. He whistled and the game started, New Directions had the ball first.
That was the most beautiful soccer game I've ever watched. The ball travelled fast on the field, there weren't a lot of fouls, and the passings were extraordinary.
The toughest struggles I noticed were between Quinn and Blaine who guarded each other and Santana and Becky. They tackled and fought for the ball like it was made of gold, like they won't win just a game if they score.
They looked so good in those jerseys, the shorts revealing their toned legs, it was hard not to notice.
The game was so tense and I was afraid to look somewhere else, scared to miss anything. I barely drank my soda, my eyes were locked on the players and the ball.
After 20 minutes, Becky escaped from Santana, used the empty space and kicked the ball. It flew right past Mercedes' fingers and shook the net.
All of the people on the bleachers stood up, threw their hands in the air, showing the transparents and cheered loudly. I was so happy, I cheered for the team from my school. New Directions were my friends and they were very precious for me, but Troubletones was my team.
Santana was looking at me, all red from the anger. Sam threw her one of the looks that said "It's fine, don't worry, we'll fix this" but she just continued punching herself on the thigh with her fist. Everyone from Troubletones jumped on Becky, trying to hug her. She looked at Santana with a satisfied grin, trying to figure out what was Santana's distraction and then she locked her eyes with mine, grinning ever wider. I smiled at her, I was happy. Santana was even more pissed when she understood where was Becky looking.
New Directions did all they could to score, but didn't make it till the end of the half time. In the last minute, Emma passed the ball to Rory, the goal keeper, and it somehow jumped over his leg right into the goal.
The crowd went loud again, I cheered for them too, but made a pouty face because Troubletones weren't winning anymore.
There was a pause that lasted for 15 minutes before the second half started. There were some changes in the green team, but I didn't recognize anyone I knew.
In the 84th minute, Artie performed the corner kick, the ball landed perfectly on Becky's forehead, spinning into the New Direction's goal.
The crowd was deafening when the ball stopped moving in the goal. I finally managed to turn around, some people were crying, the other smiling widely, but all of them were yelling in happiness.
New Directions looked like all of their ships went down, their heads buried in their hands, walking around the field in circles.
Becky turned to the bleachers where I sat, did a backflip and bowed before she looked into my eyes and smiled. I returned the smile, not to her, but to Santana who was walking behind her. I think she didn't see it because she just turned around and walked away.
The game ended, judges called Troubletones' win, congratulated New Directions and the bleachers started to empty out.
The both of the teams were still on the field, and I went down to them. Troubletones were closer to me and I headed at their side of the field.
"Wow, that thing is huge!" I said as Blaine passed me the same cup I saw on the picture in Quinn's room.
"Congratulations, guys, I've never been this proud like I am now", I flew into the big group hug.
"I should go", I said goodbye with them when I saw Becky approaching me. She touched my arm and I excused myself and walked over to New Directions.
"I don't care what anybody has to say, you guys rocked." No answer came back to me so I continued.
"The next year is yours. Maybe I'll return to the old team and then you'll win." I tried to put a smile on their faces and I did. All of them smiled weakly and hugged me. All of them except Santana. I walked up to her and tried to hug her, but she just shrugged me off.
"What's the matter?" I asked, confused.
"What's the matter? You cheered for them", she pointed at the winning team, "all the freaking time and you just come here and tell us that everything's going to be fine. Don't we mean anything to you?" Her voice was darker than usual, her face was red and her fists were clenched in the fury.
"It's okay, Britt, we know that you've played before and that they are your team. It's logical, we understand", Rachel defended me.
"Thank you Rachel, I'm glad. I cheered for you guys too, but they are my team, from my school. And they're also my friends."
"Who is that red haired girl you looked at like she was made in chocolate factory?" Santana attacked.
"So, this isn't about the game anymore?"
"What does she mean to you? Who is she to you? I've never seen a girl that beautiful in a long time, besides…" Santana was raging, but managed to stop herself and not to spill out anything that could affect our "situation."
"Why do you even care? It's not like I understand us." I screamed back at her.
"Maybe if you turned on that brain of yours, you could." Santana hissed, everyone looked at her in shock.
"Britt", she reached for my arm, but I turned around, started to run away from her, failing at suppressing the hot tears streaming down my face.
The update came quicker than before, I hope that you like it. In the next chapter there will be "the talk" between S and B, they'll try to figure this out. Tell me what do you mean by far! I really appreciate all of your reviews and nice comments. xx :)