doing the right thing is never the wrong thing (brittana fanfic)

chapter 1.

She's really starting to regret not bringing her cap to practice as the early spring sun beams down from the far side of the field, but despite not being able to actually see the ball she can tell by the shouting that it's far enough away to not cause her any problems. She brings her hand up to her face, blocking out the brightness, just in time to watch the captain, Quinn Fabray, cross the ball into the penalty area, only for Carly, the keeper, to jump up and catch it before anyone even gets the chance to attempt a header.

It's weird seeing your own team play against each other, Brittany thinks. Like, how she should be impressed that her teammate and fellow goalkeeper stopped a potential goal but she's actually bummed because if she didn't then her team would be winning. Well, winning by even more.

Carly takes no time to throw the ball to Alex, one of her center backs, who is fast to get the ball away from the goal and towards the halfway line where Phoebe, the striker, is already running towards you and Brittany's really hoping that one of her teammates closes her down before she has the chance to shoot.

"Tina! Close her down!" The blonde demands, her defender quickly obeying her as she runs towards the attacker, who reacts with a shot towards goal that deflects off of Tina, allowing Brittany to comfortably catch the rebound and roll the ball back out but not before giving the defender a thumbs up.

Her hands are on her hips as she stands on the edge of the box and she squints, her eyes never leaving the ball that's now in the center of the field being comfortably passed around between the midfield and backline.

It's one of the reasons why she loves being a keeper, sure it's a lot of pressure and sometimes winning or losing is literally in her hands but for most part she gets to just stand and watch the game, a game that she'll never get tired of watching or playing.

It's not too long after that she can't see the ball again, not with the sun blazing down on her and it allows her to focus on other things around her, like her coach, who is stood with a clipboard obviously talking about tactics to the assistant coach, or the birds that keep chirping, or the fact that she's not the only one who's not focused on the game anymore, and that even though she can't really see that much, she knows that they're glaring at her. She also knows that if it was anyone else she would just assume that it was because the sun was also in their eyes.

But it's not anyone else.

It's Santana.

It's Santana who has her back turned towards the sun.

It's Santana, the person who's been giving Brittany that exact look everytime she sees her ever since they both showed up at the training camp 3 days ago.

To be honest, Brittany's not really why she's so surprised, after all Santana may possibly be the bitchiest and most stubborn person on this Earth. Well, maybe not the entire Earth but definitely in the camp because like Brittany, Santana was also new to the team and it was obvious that she wasn't interested in making any friends. Most of the time she kept herself to herself. The only time she would really talk to anyone was in practice or when she was making some sort of snarky comment, mainly aimed at the blonde.  It made Brittany feel like an outsider despite becoming fast friends with others on the team.

When Holly, the coach, gave her the call to say that she had made the squad for the third and final round of the World Cup qualifiers she had mentioned that Santana would also be joining the squad for the first time and when she had asked if the would be and issues between the two of them, Brittany was fast to say that there wouldn't be. That they would act as how all teammates should act and that they would be mature. As it turns out, Santana is anything but mature, especially when it comes to people she doesn't, which is most people, Brittany being one of them and seems to be on the top of Santana's hit list based off of the tweets aimed at her and the constant shoving whenever they're in touching distance.