She's the Man
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is Glee or She's the Man
Based off the movie She's the Man.
This is basically going to be canon She's the Man but with glee characters instead and obviously some added parts. Further on in the story I will change more and it will be less canon so that Santana and Brittany end up together.
Hope you guys like it :)
The sand was warm under Santana's bare feet as she sprinted down the beach. The black and white soccer ball she was kicking was damp and sandy from having been kicked in the water a few times. Her forehead was clammy from the exertion and the bright sun beaming down on them but she didn't mind. In fact, she thrived on this feeling of being surrounded by her friends just playing soccer and she didn't mind a little sweat.
Santana dodged to the side as someone from the opposing team attempted to tackle her, she avoided it easily, the ball doing exactly as she wanted it too, like always. A smirk formed on her lips as she neared the goal. She knew her teammates were cheering behind her but she blocked it out, this may only be a fun game but she took her soccer seriously and she wasn't a good loser, no matter the situation. Santana saw Mike's eyes widen slightly as she neared him where he stood guarding the goal, well the two blue buckets they were using as a goal. Santana swung her leg back sending the ball flying towards the rights side of the goal just as Mike dived left, as she expected.
Pumping her fist in the air victoriously, Santana let out a cry of triumph.
"Yeah!" she cheered.
Out of the corner of her eye Santana saw her boyfriend jogging over to her, soccer ball in hand.
"She shoots, she scores, GOAL!" He yelled, grinning wildly at Santana.
Santana rolled her eyes at him, "Give me the ball," she ordered, holding her hand out.
Puck laughed, ignoring her he dropped the ball and quickly scooped Santana up and over his shoulder. Santana kicked and thrashed her legs while pounding on his back.
"Put me down!" she screeched, "Fucking hell Puck, put me down!"
With another chuckle Puck dropped Santana on the sand only to climb on top of her afterwards. He leaned in and kissed Santana roughly on the lips. Santana pressed on his shoulders after a minute and he reluctantly moved back a little.
"Nice kick," he complimented.
"Yeah well," Santana shrugged.
"You're really getting good."
Santana scoffed, "Please, I was already good," she smirked, "But you are definitely improving."
"What?!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, when we first started dating kissing you was like trying to get your mack on with drooling monkey."
"I meant at soccer."
"Really," she drawled sarcastically.
Puck nodded seemingly missing Santana's mocking, "Yeah, you're probably better than half the guys on my team," he said, he shuffled closer again, their noses almost touching.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Probably more than half," she stated confidently.
Their lips connected again in another kiss but then Puck ripped his lips away from Santana's.
"Wait. What did you mean when you said I kissed like a drooling monkey?"
Santana laughed at Puck's slowness, "Don't worry, I've taught you well."
"Hey get a room!" Quinn yelled at them.
Santana and Puck turned to look at Quinn where she was sat with Marley relaxing and drinking slushies. Both of them looked sweaty from the previous game, their hair slightly tangled from running.
"Fuck off!" Santana called back only making Marley and Quinn laugh.
She pushed Puck off her anyway and stood up, brushing the sand off her. She made her way over to her best friends and took a seat next to them leaving Puck lying on the ground behind her.
"Good game girlies," she said.
"We so should have won that match," Quinn argued.
Quinn, like Santana, was also not a very good loser. They may be best friends but they were extremely competitive against each other. Marley was usually the one who calmed everything down when one of them lost.
"Bitch please, we won that easy," Santana sneered waving her hand in the air.
"Uh, no. Second goal, you totally tripped me up."
Santana shrugged, "That could be argued."
"No it couldn't! Everyone saw you trip me! You literally stopped and stuck your foot out."
"Do you have any photographic proof?" Santana asked an eyebrow raised.
"Then sorry, you can't prove anything. We won."
"Guys," Marley interrupted, "It was just a fun game. It's summer so please can we just stop with all this arguing and just relax?"
"Fine," Santana grumbled.
"Sorry," Quinn said.
"Good, now can someone put some sun cream on my back? I think I'm burning."
Santana's team were behind her as they strolled towards the soccer field, Santana was tossing a soccer ball between her hands as she spoke to Quinn.
"Don't you think you'd get more playing time if you went to a school like Carmel?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah maybe…but it's always been about being a McKinley Titan to me, I wanna wear that fiery red," Santana winked.
"Hell yeah," Quinn agree as they bumped hips.
"Hey! Wait up," Marley called as she ran over to them.
But Santana didn't pay attention; she was more focused on the meatheads that had taken up their soccer field.
"Okay, what the fuck is lacrosse team doing on our field?" Santana spat.
"That's what I was trying to say," Marley said as she finally caught up to them, "The school cut our team."
"Wait, what?!" Santana exclaimed.
"Not enough girls signed up," Marley tried to explain.
"What, so they just cut us?" Santana asked.
"They can't do that!" Quinn added.
"You're right they fucking can't," Santana agreed angrily, "This is so not over."
Santana spotted Coach Tanaka over by the boy's soccer field. Without saying another word she stormed over there, her girls followed all grumbling angrily about the turn of events.
"Hi girls," Coach Tanaka greeted, "I heard about the bad news."
"Bad news?" Santana scoffed, "This is a disaster!"
"Collage scouts won't even get to see us play now," Quinn said.
"I know… if there's anything I can do, just let me know."
"Actually, there is," Santana told him, "We want to try out for the boys team."
Coach Tanaka laughed loudly, his mouth turning up in a disgusting cocky grin, his hand on his bulging stomach.
"Uhh…Anything but that."
"Coach! You know we're good enough!" Santana argued.
"Uhh I don't know that's a thing that I know…" he stumbled.
"All we're asking for here is a shot," Quinn supplied.
The rest of the team added murmurs of support.
Tanaka sighed, "Look, girls we have two weeks until school starts then we open against Dalton, our rivalry game. We have to win!"
"We can help you win!" Santana fought.
"Hey baby," Puck called as he ran over to where they stood, the rest of his team following close behind, "What's up Coach?"
He coughed, "The girls here, want to try out for the team!" he laughed the boys team joined him, Puck included.
"You can't be serious?" he asked crossing his arms causing another round of laughter.
"Alright, alright," Tanaka quietened them, he turned to the girls, "You're all excellent players but girls aren't as fast as boys…"
"What?!" Santana exclaimed.
"…or strong or as athletic," he laughed again, "This is not me talking, it's scientific fact, girls can't beat boys, it's as simple as that."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Okay," she drawled sarcastically, "Puck, you're the team captain, what do you think?"
Puck opened and closed his mouth a few times before any words came out, "I think Coach said it all."
Santana was furious. Why was Puck being like this?
"You told me I was better than half the guys on your team!" she yelled.
"What?" some of the boys asked Puck.
Puck gave her a look of incredulity but she just glared back at him.
"I never said that," he lied.
"What are you talking about? Why the hell are you lying to my face? Is it cause you've got your dick brain 'friends' behind you?" Santana shouted venomously.
"Well…" he stammered, "End of discussion," he finished lamely.
Santana scoffed, "Fine, end of relationship."
Santana started to walk away, ignoring the catcalls from behind her. She knew her girls were following her.
"Hey baby! Don't be like that!" Puck called.
That made her stop and turn around; she walked back over to him to see what he had to say.
"Well?" she asked.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt," he said softly but Santana could sense the insincerity behind his words.
"Aww," she mocked, "You are so full of shit," she spat. She threw the soccer ball at his head, smirking when it thudded loudly against his skull.
She didn't wait long before marching back over to her friends who had stopped a few metres away.
"I can't believe them, especially Puck," Santana said.
"I know, they're all pigs," Quinn agreed.
"Are you okay?" Marley asked.
Santana nodded, "Yeah I'm fine, he wasn't worth it anyway."
"So that's it? You're two are through?" Quinn asked just to make sure.
"Yeah, I knew Puck was a douche, I'm not surprised really. I'm just glad I was the one to dump his ass."
"You can do way better than him," Marley assured.
"Obviously, have you seen me?" Santana smirked.
"There she is," Marley grinned, "Let's go grab a smoothie," she said.
They all agreed, it's not like they had anything better to do with their time now.
Santana knew she should probably be sad about the break up but to be honest all she could feel was anger towards Puck for not standing up for her. She hoped she never had to see his disgusting mohawked self again.
Music was blaring through Santana's headphones as she walked through the small black gate in front of her mom's house. And although today had been probably one of the crappiest for a while she couldn't help but love moments like this when she could just block out the world and focus on the music. It made all the bad things just go away, even if it was only for a few minutes. That was kind of what soccer was like for her, she was good at soccer, she loved it and most importantly she felt in control.
Santana was shoved out of her thoughts when someone grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.
"Ah, what the hell?" she shouted as she pulled the earphones out of her ears.
Who she came face to face with almost made her puke up the smoothie she just had. It was Sebastian's girlfriend Kitty Wilde. Kitty was…how would you put it…? A bitch. Even now after what had happened earlier in the day she was worse than Puck and that was definitely saying something.
"Oh ew, you and your brother look freakishly alike from the back," she smirked, "I think it's your total lack of curves and feminine qualities."
Santana held back a snort, "Oh hey Kitty, what a pleasure to see you on this fine day," she taunted.
"Mm… I'm looking for Sebastian. Where is he?" she demanded.
"I don't know," Santana shrugged. She seriously felt like 'accidently' punching Kitty in the face.
"Just remind your brother how lucky he is to be in my life and tell him to give me a call if he wants to stay in it. Okay?"
"Okay, does he have your number? 1-800-Biatch," Santana laughed at her own joke.
Kitty scoffed and rolled her eyes before stomping back to her red convertible that was parked on the curb. Santana gave her the finger right before she walked through the door. She laughed when she heard Kitty shout 'Fuck you! You little bitch'. Yeah… she hated that girl.
Santana turned the handle for the front door and pushed it open. Just as she was closing it behind her she saw her mother run out of the dining room a bright smile on her face.
"I have a surprise for you Hija," she said excitedly.
"And this is why I don't bring friends over," she grumbled to herself, "Not now mom, I've had a really shitty day and-"
"Oh but Santana this is the perfect thing to cheer you up," she said rushing over to her daughter, she reached up and covered Santana's eyes.
Santana loved her mom, she was amazing but sometimes she could be a little crazy…even to the point where Santana was slightly worried.
"Okay," Santana sighed, "Fine mom, fine."
"Keep your eyes closed," Maribel ordered as she guided her daughter into the living room.
"You're hands are covering them mom."
"Closed," she repeated.
"They're closed," Santana told her.
Maribel took her hands away and scurried over to a white dress that was lying over the sofa, "Okay, open. Isn't this wonderful?" she asked.
Santana opened her eyes and what she saw she wasn't impressed with, at all.
"Beautiful gowns for my darling debutant."
"Mom, for the last time I have no interest in being a debutant."
Maribel sighed, "How have I ended up with a daughter that only wants to kick a muddy ball around in a field all day?" she asked, propping a hand on her hip.
"Well you finally got what you want, my teams been cut."
"What? No soccer?" Maribel asked, her voice way too happy for Santana's liking.
Santana rolled her eyes and made her way to the stairs, her mother following quickly behind, a dress in hand.
"Yeah, you heard me, no more soccer"
Santana stopped a few steps up and turned too her mom, "I can see you're all torn up about it," she said sarcastically.
"Noah is going to love you in this," Maribel said holding the dress up to her front.
"That is just another reason for me to hate it," Santana said as she continued her way upstairs.
"Because I dumped him," Santana called down.
"What? Why would you do that?"
"I don't want to talk about it!"
"But he's so rugged and handsome and chiselled and…great," Maribel swooned.
"Then why don't you date him?" she suggested mockingly.
Santana continued grumbling as she took the short walk down the hallway towards her bedroom, she took a small detour when she saw her brother in his room. She looked at him questioningly when she saw him packing his clothes into a bag.
Sebastian was obviously good looking; he was tall with tanned skin and dark hair. Santana and Sebastian were blatantly twins, having very similar attributes except for the whole Santana being a girl and Sebastian being a guy thing. The only other huge difference was Sebastian was about an inch taller than her.
"Hey Seb," she greeted, taking a seat on his bed, "Kitty was looking for you," she said, while fake vomiting.
"Ugh," he groaned.
"Why do you even date her?" Santana asked sceptically.
"She's hot," he stated, Santana gave him a look, "It's a guy thing"
"She may be hot but she's so awful," she blanched.
Sebastian laughed sarcastically right before chucking his bag out the window. Now Santana was even more confused.
"What are you even doing? We have a front door you know"
"But mom can't see me," he said while packing his guitar in it's case, "She thinks I'm staying at dads, dad thinks I'm staying at moms and in two days they both think I'm going away to school. That is the beauty of divorce."
Sebastian tied a rope to his guitar case and started to lower it carefully out the window, then he threw the rope down with it, it landed with a small thud.
"Where are you even going?" Santana asked.
"London, for a couple of weeks," he said casually.
"London, London England?"
"Yeah," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "My band got a slot in a music festival over there"
"Okay so what are you going to do about school?"
"Yeah, see that's where you come in…could you just pretend to be mom, call up Dalton and say that I'm sick? Something good that means I'll be gone for two weeks like… mad cow," he suggested.
"Seb, you just got kicked out of McKinley for skipping! This isn't really the best way to start out."
"Hey, I just want to be a musician and last time I checked they didn't need to know trigonometry. Besides if you want to chase your dreams you gotta break a few rules," Sebastian hung his leg out the window.
"You know the percentage of bands that actually make it to the big time?"
"Probably the same as female soccer players," he shot back.
Ouch, that one hurt.
Sebastian was now hanging out the window, "I will see you in two weeks"
"Sebastian!" Santana called but he had already dropped to the ground floor, "Sebastian!" she called again, unnecessarily.
Just then her mom came in the room. Santana rolled her eyes when she saw the dress that her mom was holding. It was pink and frilly and it looked like Barbie and Cinderella had decided to make a hideous dress together.
"Were you just talking to your brother?" she asked suspiciously.
"What? No," she said quickly, "Yes…on the phone, he's at dads," she quickly picked up the phone on the side table, "Bye Seb," she spoke into it, cringing at how bad of an excuse this was. Surprisingly her mother bought it.
"Okay, picture this… you're at the country club, they call your name and you emerge in this!" she said holding the dress out.
"Ugh, no!" Santana moaned, "Sorry mom, I have a strict no ruffles policy."
"Sometimes I think you might as well be your brother," she whined as she sulked away, probably too look at more dresses Santana thought.
That was when Santana got an idea; she looked in the mirror and bunched her hair up behind her head. Letting her long hair fall back down over her shoulders she smirked.
"You know what they say… If you can't join 'em, beat 'em."
So this is just an idea I came up with a while ago, I thought I'd write the first chapter and post it too see who was interested but I won't be posting anymore chapters until my other story is finished. I've found I can only really focus on one story at at a time. I would appreciate some feedback to know if I should continue writing chapters or not, thanks :)