Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 1

In the vibrant midst of cheerleading squad, Santana and Quinn found themselves sharing a moment of banter as the anticipation for the soccer game hung in the air. Santana's frustration bubbled up with the flickering stadium lights, and she turned to Quinn, expressing her confusion.

"Why is soccer more popular than football at our school? It makes no sense," Santana groaned, casting a dubious glance at the soccer field.

Quinn laughed, her attention focused on the imminent soccer players. "Right? I'd rather see hot guys tackle each other than girls kicking a ball."

Santana defended, "The girls are much better than the boys."

Quinn rolled her eyes playfully. "No, they're not. All the football girls are masc lesbians, and I know that is definitely not your type."

Santana laughed, "For real! I came out as a lesbian for a reason, and that's not to date girls who act like guys."

Quinn playfully nudged Santana, drawing her attention to the incoming Carmel girls' soccer team. "The Carmel girls are coming out. There are definitely cute ones."

Santana snorted dismissively, insisting, "There's no such thing as cute soccer girls." However, as her gaze followed the approaching players, Santana's jaw dropped. A tall, leggy blonde, wearing the smallest shorts known to humankind, commanded her attention. Inadvertently, Santana found herself entranced, perhaps even drooling.

Quinn, catching Santana's reaction, nudged her again while stifling laughter. Santana quickly wiped away any evidence of her reverie, muttering, "What?"

Quinn grinned knowingly, "I thought there were no cute soccer girls."

Santana rolled her eyes but couldn't shake off the image of the captivating blonde. As they waited for everyone to get in position, Santana discreetly sought out the leggy blonde and found her looking back with a small, knowing smile. Blushing, Santana was caught off guard when the girl quickly averted her gaze.

Turning to Quinn with excitement, Santana began bouncing slightly. "Did you see that?"

Quinn nodded with a mischievous glint, "She so wants you."

As halftime descended upon the soccer field, Brittany found herself at her side, muttering under her breath, "Where's my water?" The intensity of the game had left her parched, and a swig of water was all she desired.

Turning to her left, Brittany's eyes narrowed as they fell upon her unmistakable water bottle, proudly displaying her name in bold permanent marker. Yet, confusion clouded her relief when she saw a girl nonchalantly taking sips from it.

Determined to reclaim what was rightfully hers, Brittany briskly walked over to the girl, a furrow forming on her brow. "What are you doing?"

The girl, seemingly unfazed, rolled her eyes, slowly pulling the bottle away from her lips. "Having a drink."

Brittany sighed, trying to maintain composure. "You know that's my bottle."

The girl, wearing a smirk, responded with a nonchalant "My bad."

Not wanting to escalate the situation, Brittany put on a forced smile. "It's fine."

As she walked away, Brittany couldn't escape the echoes of the girl's laughter and the muttered insult, "What an idiot." The words stung, and Brittany frowned, momentarily affected by the encounter. However, she shook it off as the referee's call echoed across the field, signaling the end of halftime and the imminent resumption of the match.

Brittany walked into the car park, panting, and her lips dry after what felt like an eternity of running. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out her car keys, eager to escape the scorching heat. Lost in her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into someone.

Keys slipped from her grasp, hitting the ground with a soft clatter, but Brittany didn't notice. She took a step back, her eyes widening as they focused on the girl in front of her. Brown eyes, full lips, and sun-kissed skin—Brittany found herself captivated.

"Uh, I'm sorry," Brittany blushed, stammering out an apology.

Santana, the girl in front of her, just smiled. "It's fine."

Brittany glanced down, spotting an open water bottle on the ground, its contents spilling out. Frowning, she turned back to Santana, concern etching her features. "Shit, I'm so sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

Santana giggled, her eyes sparkling. "You could get a coffee with me."

Brittany blushed even deeper, and her response stumbled out, "Sure."

Santana smirked playfully. "Give me your phone."

Brittany patted her pockets absentmindedly. "I don't have my phone with me."

Undeterred, Santana grinned, pulling a pen from her bra. Brittany's eyes widened in curiosity and mild shock. "Do you just carry a pen in your bra?"

Santana laughed, a melodious sound, as she wrote her number on Brittany's hand. "Only for when I see beautiful girls like you who don't have a phone on them." The air between them became charged with a newfound connection, and as Brittany looked at her hand, now adorned with Santana's number, a smile played on her lips.