Here we go, it was Katie's big game, she was still suffering from a little bit of her cold but she was ready to kick some serious butt. She was the starting point guard for the team, the leader you could say. Basketball was something different for Katie. Most kids play to have fun, Katie plays because it's the only thing that she's good at. Well that's her opinion. Her parents would say that she's good at everything that she does, but not her. Basketball makes sense to her, like it's the only real thing in her life. It's what keeps her breathing.

As promised Quinn, Rachel, and Brittany were there to watch Katie play. Katie's team was playing their rivalry and they wanted to crush them. Beating them would lead them into the number one seed for the playoffs. They wanted to crush them. Everyone was on their A game.

It was the second half when things were heading out of control. Katie's team was behind by five points and the team was getting frustrated. Katie already had three fouls and she couldn't risk getting another one. They still had 15 minutes left to play and they couldn't have the best point guard getting pulled from the game. In her defense though the Refs sucked and were calling some pretty terrible calls. This only made the girl even more frustrated.

Seeing that her team was going down hill Santana called a time out. Her team jogged over to her looking for some guidance on how to beat this team. Guidance is what the Latina was going to give to them.

"Listen up team, I know you have to play against the refs and the girls but your better then this. Katie stop going to the right and go left. Meghan, ball fake every once in awhile. And can we please use our tall giant for some points? Come ladies you can do it. Everyone watch your fouls, Katie you have three we can't risk you getting another one. Lets go girls." Santana sent them on their way with a team on three.

They listened to Santana for the most part, Meg faked her pass and threw it to Jen, their tall giant. Jen made the basket, making them down by three. On defense they were running man to man. Katie was guarding the other teams point guard, who charged her. The ref didn't call it an offensive foul though, he called it a block on Katie.

"Are you kidding me?" Katie yelled out in frustration.

"Watch yourself number 11." The ref warned her.

Katie stalked away in frustration. How could he call a foul like that. She didn't even do anything wrong. That number 6 girl ran into her. She could hear her aunts and mamma yelling down from the stands. This game was so unfair.

"Katie come here!" Santana yelled as the girl was getting ready to shoot her foul shot.

Katie obeyed her Mami/coach and ran over to her.

"What did I just say?"

"Mami its not even fair, I didn't move!"

"Don't yell at me." San warned the eleven year old, "Just watch your fouls kid. You have thirteen minutes and one foul left. Don't lose your temper."

Katie forced herself not to role her eyes at her Mami. Sometimes she just didn't understand what she was going through. It wasn't her fault yet she was getting blamed. She shook it off and went back to her leadership role. She grabbed the ball and pushed forward, the defense was laying it on thick it was tough. Katie listened to her coach and went to left and saw an opening and passed it to Jen. Jen went up for the shot and made it. Down by one.

Katie's team started to press the other team. When they got to half court Meg intercepted one of there passes and chucked it down the court to Katie. Katie got it and went up for the lay up, only to be tackled in the air. The crowd gasped, then went crazy when the ref didn't call a foul.

The eleven year old got up, "What do you mean there's no foul!" she shouted at the guy, "She tackled me in the air, this is basketball not football."

"11 you better watch your mouth, before I throw you out of here."

"You better watch the game before you cost it for us!" She yelled back at him.

A girl from the other team stepped in and said, "Get over yourself 11 this guy isn't losing the game for you, you are. Your team just isn't tough enough."

This was the final straw for the girl. She pushed number 6 to the ground. She was just so frustrated that she acted out in impulse. She was grabbed from behind by her, angry, Mami. The ref throw her out of the game. Santana walked the girl over to the bench.

"Go find your Mamma." That was all Santana said.

Katie grabbed her stuff and walked over to Britt. The blonde did not look pleased, neither did her aunts. Brittany grabbed Katie by the shoulders and lead her out of the gym.

"You are in so much trouble." Brittany told the girl as they walked out to the parking lot.

"Whatever." She mumbled under her breath.

"Do you have something to say Katie, you better say it then. Right now I'm so disappointed in you. How could you just push a girl like that?"

"How can you get mad at me without even hearing my side of the story first?" she retorted back smartly.

"Hey!" Quinn interjected, "You don't talk to your mother like that Katie."

"Why is everyone ganging up on me? You don't even know what happened! I'd think you'd be proud of me for standing up for myself instead of letting people walk all over me!"

"Katie," Rachel started off, "We're mad because you pushed a girl down. We're mad because you didn't act as the bigger person."

"I don't want to talk about it, you wouldn't take my side anyway." Katie said, stalking off to the car.

When Katie got home she went straight to her room, she didn't want to see anyone right now. She was still really frustrated. No one cared why she did it, no one cared to hear her out. They just cared that she did it.

Santana didn't care if her daughter wanted to be left alone or not they were going to deal with what happened right away. She went into her room to find her daughter lying in bed, fist clenched.

"Katie, you want to tell me why you acted the way you acted out there?" Santana said, sitting at the girls desk chair.

"I got frustrated and snapped. Everyone was just ganging up on me and I got mad." She said, not looking at her Mami in the room.

"So you thought it would be okay for you to just shove the girl?"

"I got mad, I'm sorry!" she semi yelled out.

"It's not okay mija! You can't just shove people!" Santana said rasing her voice.

Hearing the yelling from downstairs the level headed Brittany came into the room. "I think we all just need to calm down and take a deep breath."

Katie obeyed her Mamma and watched as Santana did the same. "Now Katie being mad doesn't give you the right to shove someone." Brittany explained slowly.

"I'm sorry, I just got frustrated." She said looking down, realizing she did something wrong.

"Just because your frustrated doesn't mean you can do that stuff." Santana continued, "Its wrong to shove someone."

"I know Mami."

"You obviously don't know if you shoved that girl. Your mom got mad at you and shoved you and that wasn't right, so why did you think it would be okay to do it?"

The room became heavy. What Santana just said was so wrong on so many different levels. They haven't talked about Stacey since they moved away from New York. It hurt Katie to much to even think about her. It was like an unspoken treaty in the house, you don't talk about that women. Ever.

"Santana." Brittany was surprised her wife had just said that to their daughter.

"Katie…"

Katie didn't let her Mami finish, she walked out of the room and into the bathroom, locking the door. She couldn't believe her beloved Mami had just compared her to her ex mom.

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