I am yours (FaPezBerry)

Chapter 11

-Rachel pov-
"Alright the Berrys fifteenth annual snowball game begins!" I narrow my eyes at my dad as he holds up the wiffle ball "It has been two outs and one base taken!"

"You threw a ball like a rocket!" Santana pouts from her spot "You are awful!"

"Whine some more baby girl" Maribel smirks from her spot in the outfield "We have this in the bag"

"How is Brittany the one who made a base?" Finn groans from his spot beside Noah on the bench "I mean she got to first only but still! She is awful at this!"

"Not softball" We all have stopped for a moment from the game "She has been practicing for years now"

"How do you know?" I smirk and get back into my stance "Baby?"

"Kurt?" I only turn my eyes toward him "Hit the play button"

-Rachel-Hiram-Both-
Hey, oh, play ball
Hey, hey, oh

Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing
I've got to just do my thing
Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing

I take a swing at a low pitch and Burt calls a strike. I growl as I get ready again and my dad smirks.

I'll show you that it's one and the same:
Baseball, dancing, same game
It's easy
Step up to the plate, start swingin'
I wanna play ball now, and that's all
This is what I do
It ain't no dance that you can show me

You'll never know
Oh, I know
If you never try
There's just one little thing that stops me ev'ry time, yeah

Another swing and another dang strike. I grip the bat tighter before closing my eyes. I hear my dad and daddy's laughter. I take a deep breaths before opening my eyes again.

Come on!
I don't dance
I know you can
Not a chance
If I could do this, well, you could do that
But I don't dance
Hit it out of the park!
I don't dance
I say you can
There's not a chance
Slide home, you score, swingin' on the dance floor
I don't dance, no

Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing
I've got to just do my thing
Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing

I swing on the next hit and it goes out far. Maribel runs after with Daddy but they collide. I take off with Brittany and we run the bases.

Two-steppin', now you're up to bat
Bases loaded, do your dance
It's easy
Take your best shot, just hit it
I've got what it takes, playin' my game
So you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me, yeah
I'll show you how I swing

Daniel has gotten the ball but I am dancing around the plates.

You'll never know
Oh, I know
If you never try
There's just one little thing that stops me ev'ry time

Come on!
I don't dance
I know you can
Not a chance
If I could do this, well, you could do that
But I don't dance
Hit it out of the park!
I don't dance
I say you can
There's not a chance
Slide home, you score, swingin' on the dance floor
I don't dance, no

Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance
Swing it out, spin around, do the dance
I wanna play ball, not dance hall
I'm makin' a triple, not a curtain call
I can prove it to you 'til you know it's true
'Cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too
You're talkin' a lot
Show me what you got
Stop!
Swing!
Hey
Come on, swing it like this
Oh, swing!
Ooh
Jitterbug
Just like that
That's what I mean
That's how you swing
You make a good pitch but I don't believe
I say you can
I know I can't
I don't dance
You can do it
I don't dance, no
Nothin' to it
Atta boy, atta boy
Yeah
Hey, batter, batter, hey, batter, batter, what?
One, two, three, four, everybody swing!

Dad has the ball again and is running at me. My eyes go wide as we rush toward home plate together.

Come on!
I don't dance
I know you can
Not a chance
If I could do this, well, you could do that
But I don't dance
Hit it out of the park!
I don't dance
I say you can
There's not a chance
Slide home, you score, swingin' on the dance floor
I don't dance, no

We collide in a snow pile and it goes silent. The snow settles and Burt takes off his mask. I look up at him and wait for the call. There are cheers as he calls me safe.

"You could play softball for sure baby" I stand up and smile just to frown when I see the looks I get "Oh god please sit back down"

"I'm gonna be sick" Dad gags "Yep I'm getting sick"

"What?" I look down and see my ankle is backwards "Oh....yeah that is not good is it?"

"Kids won" Maribel rushes over to me "We need to get this ankle stabilized and her to a hospital"

"We can use my car" Shelby starts to rush but stops when her phone goes off "Get the keys! Hello?....This is Shelby....you saw my performance?"

"What did you do?" I look at daddy confused "Baby what did you do?"

"Saved her dream" I smile as I look at Shelby on the call "Let's get me to the hospital so I can get home for Chanukkah!"

Daddy sighs but helps get me up with the others. The pain is starting to grow and I am not enjoying it. I enjoy finally beating my dads though. I just hope Shelby takes the call offer.

-Shelby pov-
I watch Rachel leave while on the call. She sent them the video of my performance. She thinks I still want to be on Broadway. I sigh as the other end keeps talking.

"Look Darrel I am not coming to Broadway after last time you all wanted me to blow my way to the top" I hang up and rush to Hiram's car "That girl is going to have a talking to"