Glee 1. Chapter One

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><p><span>Chapter One<span>

"Dad I'm not going to live with your fiancée and her daughter when I don't even know them!"

Brittany had never done well with change and now her dad was making her so something so drastic so quickly? He had never even talked about getting serious and now he was going to spring this on her? Did he only care about himself or something?! Brittany looked at her father furiously.

"Do you only think of yourself or something?!" Brittany asked snapping at him.

"Brittany! I am doing this for us!"

No you are doing it for you!" Brittany yelled at her father. "You always talk to me when we make big changes and you didn't even say you were getting that serious with her dad. You know I can't take change as well as other people!"

Paul sighed running his hand through his hair. He didn't mean for this to happen and he knew that he hadn't talked to Brittany first but this would help them both. They would be able to live in a better area than the worn down area they live in now. He just wanted what was best for Brittany and e really struggled sometimes. Her mother was the one who understood her the best and he didn't. It was why they didn't communicate as much as they should be. They currently lived in the west part of Lima, Ohio and it was a rough area. Everyone knew it and Brittany had gotten involved in so many things she shouldn't have done. He looked at his daughter and noticed the stress in her eyes He knew that with the behavioural difficulty it could be an issue, but he really needed to do this. For himself and for his daughter. He walked up to her and opened his arms. It usually gave them the opportunity to talk and Brittany always opened up when they were having one of their heart to hearts. He watched his daughter walk up to him and walk into his arms hugging him. Paul hugged back holding her. He knew she needed him so he sat down on the sofa pulling Brittany with him letting her cuddle into him. They both needed this right now.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Brittany asked upset clinging to her father's jacket. "We talk about everything as you know that's what mum told you to do."

"I know sweetheart. I'm sorry." Paul apologised holding on to her rubbing her back. "This will be better for us. You will be in a better area where you can be around people who aren't a bad influence on you."

Brittany nodded and clung to him as they sat there. Why was life so complicated sometimes? Brittany asked herself this every day. Ever since her mum left them her dad had been trying to keep their family going. He was trying his best and he did do well some days but others, he just broke. They lost her mum a couple of years ago now. She died in a car accident when she was driving home from work. The road had been icy and she ended up losing control of the car and falling down a ditch. The police discovered the body a couple of days after the accident, so there was no way of saving her since she had already died. They were both devastated and they had their own ways of grieving. Brittany's was never being in the house so she went out and drank and smoked. She needed the pain to go away as her mother was the only one who understood her completely. Why did she have to die exactly? She was the loveliest person around and she had to die? It just proved how unfair life was. Her dad stuck his life into work whilst she was like this, but about 8 months after her mother's death her dad started seeing another woman. As you can imagine, Brittany was not happy about that. Her mum was the love of his life and she was gone. Why should he go out looking for love again? But it happened and now she was here. She had to deal with this so she did. They were moving and there was nothing she could do about it. Plus she was going to be living with her dad's fiancée and her daughter. How was this going to end up exactly?

"I just don't want them judging me," Brittany confessed mumbling quietly, "they don't know me and I have this behaviour disorder."

Paul pulled away and looked at his daughter. She knew she was insecure about what was going on with her as she wanted to act normal but, to him, this was normal. He had been dealing with this her whole life so it was normal to him. She told his fiancée at one of their dates about Brittany and her behaviour and she accepted it completely. He knew she understood as she was a doctor so she had dealt with people like this before. What he loved most about her was she was the least judgemental person he knew. Plus when she told him about Santana her personality wasn't one that would irritate Brittany so it was fine. She was more of a quiet person who read books, studied and went out with her friends when she wanted to. Brittany would be able to cope with that.

"They won't judge you I promise." Paul promised looking at his daughter. "You will really like Maribel. She is a doctor so she understands your condition better than I probably do. Plus her daughter, Santana, is more of a quiet type so you won't have to deal with someone loud which I know you don't like."

Brittany nodded. She was glad he told her that since she had never been able to deal with gobby and loud people for more than five minutes before she kicked off. It was why she got in so many fights at school. Her mum always told her that she should count backwards from ten if someone was annoying her. It never worked.

"Okay but I want my own room."

Paul chuckled. "Of course you will. We arranged that already. Santana is a couple of years older than you so I wouldn't expect you to share."

She looked at her father surprised. She expected this girl to be the same age by what her dad was telling her now. "Wait, what? She's older than me?"

Paul nods. "She is. She is in her senior year at McKinley High and is getting ready to graduate so you won't have her around much longer. I believe she is going to NYU for college."

She nodded and looked at her fingers. Least one of them had dreams.

"Okay so when do we leave?"

"We have another week here then we're moving in with them." Paul explained stroking her hair. "It is a new start for us. You'll really enjoy it."

Brittany just got up and walked up to her room. She didn't want to move but she knew it made her dad happy. Brittany walked upstairs and closed her bedroom door. She looked around and sighed. She would have to forget about this place and move on. The only reason they lived in a place like this was because her mum used to help disadvantaged children learn. It kept them off the streets and everyone knew about her. They came to their door a lot asking for her. She loved what work her mum did. She was such an inspiration. Her mum was called Susan and she was tall and blonde, just like her. Everyone used to tell her how much she looked like her. She loved that though as it meant that whenever she looked in the mirror, she saw a glimpse of her mum. No one knew this but, she still hadn't gotten over her mother's death. She had a lot of trouble dealing with change as it is, so when someone who was in her life constantly is taken away from her, she can't take it. She put a smile on her face and say it's okay when people ask but the truth is, it's not okay. It never will be okay.

Brittany picked up a picture of her mother and herself. It was not long before she died. They were very close so her mum always got them to take pictures of one another. Her mother always used to tell her that it was important to preserve memories so you can look back and see what you looked like then and how you have changed. Plus she knew her mum used to do it just for fun. That was just the person she was. She never thought of herself so she didn't understand why she was taken. Her mum was perfect and she was the one who died. Why didn't she die? She would trade places with her mum in a heartbeat if she could. Brittany walked over to her bed and laid down holding the picture to her chest. She felt her eyes start to water. Where was her mum when she needed her the most? She knew her dad meant well but right now, more than anything, she needed her mum to tell her everything was going to be okay because she felt her world falling apart. The family sounded alright but what if it didn't go well? She didn't want to go into a family that was going to think she was different and needed help. That wasn't the case at all. She just needed people to give her space. Her mum never really explained what she had so she just called it a behavioural disorder. Her school didn't even know either. Good school that is, right? She looked out the window and sighed. She had one last week here then she would be moving. Maybe a new start would help her. She wanted to believe it but she couldn't. She was just going to wait and see for now. Maybe waiting was the best thing to do. She looked up at the sky and saw a star shining. She smiled and looked at it.

"_I'm going to do this for you, mum_." Brittany thought looking at it. "_Dad really wants this, so I'm going to try. I'll try my best for you and for dad. I love you_."

Brittany closed her eyes hugging the picture of her mum. She had a week to get used to the idea of moving away from their home into a strangers home. A week was enough time, right?

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	2. Chapter Two

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><p>Chapter Two<p>

She was sat in class bored as hell. School was boring as hell and to make matters worse, she had to deal with being the new kid soon. Urgh, it was one of the worse things as everyone tried to walk all of you, but Brittany knew she would not let that happen to her. She was not about to let some jock think they can walk all over. Hell no. Not in this lifetime. She would make sure everyone in the school know exactly who she was. She had heard of McKinley school before but she didn't know where. Maybe it was a place she got in trouble at or something. God knows. But one thing she knew was that she would miss this place. All her friends were here and the teachers weren't half bad.

"Miss Pierce!" the teacher snapped slamming a book on her desk. "Are you paying attention?!"

"Of course I am ma'am," Brittany replied smirking, "we were talking about how lonely you are, and that you need to get more friends than the cat you live with."

She heard the class snigger at her reply. The class didn't like her at all. Her name was Mrs Demon and she was the ugliest teacher you had ever seen. Her name actually suits her, and she's not kidding about the name. Convenient right? Literally, Brittany never looked at her too long as she didn't want the image of her implemented in her brain. Who would want that ugly thing in their mind? Like, no one is the answer you are looking for. She had a hell lot of wrinkles and large, brown eyes. Her hair was short and grey but it didn't look like she ever brushed it. Every day she had her glasses dangling around her neck on a string and wore a skirt, an ugly top and blazer with high heels. No woman looking like that should even get the privilege to wear high heels. Brittany is just waiting for the day she falls over wearing them. Oh and let's not forget the mole she has on her left cheek. It was big but luckily it wasn't hairy. Mrs Demon was a strict teacher since she was quite old fashioned which is why most students didn't like her.

"I'll have you know that I do have friends Miss Pierce!"

"Really?" Brittany gasped putting her hand on her heart in shock. "I didn't know you saw me as your friend. I'm honoured! We should totally go ice skating or we could even sit in the library and read together. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

She looked at Mrs Demon who looked beyond angry but to her surprise, she smiled. Well that didn't happen often. She must be good...oh who was she kidding? She was awesome.

"I'll miss your humour when you leave Brittany." Mrs Demon states smiling walking to her desk sitting down.

"Miss me enough to not give me detention?" Brittany asked leniently hoping she'll skip giving her one with it being her last day and everything. She didn't put her hopes up too high though.

"Oh alright. It's your last day anyway."

Brittany grinned and heard the bell ring. It was finally lunch time which meant only another half the day to go. She hated how she had to leave the place but she didn't exactly have a choice. She had loved this place even when she made it seem like she didn't. By moving it meant she was leaving Jack, Liz, Toby, Simone and Isaac behind. They had been her best friends ever since she started Middle School and it was lucky how they were in the same school again. They had been with her through everything. She needed them as they helped her control her anger and stopped her picking up fights. They had also supported her through the death of her mum. Moving away from them was going to be hard, but she knew she would have to deal with it. She dealt with everything just as fine. She decided to walk over to the bleachers where they usually smoked.

"Hey B," Toby greeted her with a fist bump, "I still can't believe that it's your last day!"

"Tell me about it man. I'm gutted an all," Brittany replied lighting up a cigarette jumping onto the sofa that was there, putting her feet up over Liz's lap. She was going to miss this.

"So where are you moving exactly?" Simone asked curiously blowing out smoke.

Brittany shrugged. "Posh area of Lima I expect, seeing as his fiancée is a doctor."

"Wow look at you Britt. Moving to where all the posh snobs are gonna be." Toby smirks nudging her slightly.

"Oh shut up. I don't wanna go but dad's lover lives there." Brittany shrugged looking at the ceiling.

"Well we'll miss you Britt." Jack says smiling. "This place won't be the same without you."

"Course it won't," Brittany agreed taking a drag of the cigarette, "no one can replace me."

The five friends laughed at the blonde. They had been friends for so long they didn't know how they were going to cope without her. She was the one who brought them together as they had to work together for a project in Middle School and now they were best friends. Brittany had to pick five other people to work with so she chose them and they have been best friends ever since. But to see her leaving...it seemed like a nightmare, but it was in fact happening.

"It's gonna suck being in the classes without you B," Simone says truthfully, "you're the only one who makes the classes interesting."

"Alright guys give it up. You're all becoming sappy now. Not cool." Brittany smirked at all of them. She did like it but it wasn't like them. It wasn't exactly good that she was leaving but it wasn't like she'd never see them again. "You will see me again. Just come visit or come meet me at the school I'm going to be at. I'm still me and I'm not going to change."

The friends nodded and heard the bell. Brittany finished her cigarette and threw it on the ground standing on it. They all got up and walked to lesson. Time to finish the day. She knew her dad wanted to move tonight so he was at home packing their stuff as she went to school. She told her dad she could stay and help but he told her to go to school. What kind of father does that? Seriously, who cares about school? Because she certainly didn't. Brittany walked into her science class sitting behind some nerd. Her name was Jaycee. Well Brittany thought it was. She always tried annoying her in lesson as she was bored and today was her last day so she wanted her to remember her.

"Psst! Jay!" Brittany whispered loudly to get her attention.

Brittany heard her sigh. "My name is Jaycee. You should know that by now."

"Yeah well I have better things to do than remember some nerds name." Brittany stated looking at her. "You are hot though I have to say."

"Probably why you slept with me last week." Jaycee mumbled. Brittany looked at the girl in surprise. She didn't say what she thought she said, right? She had to know. She doesn't sleep with nerds.

"What did you say?" Brittany asked sharply. "Repeat what you just said!"

Jaycee sighed. She just had to open her mouth. She tried listening to the teacher but it wasn't going to happen with Brittany bugging her.

"Hey! I asked you a question." Brittany snapped getting annoyed with the girl. As she continued to ignore her she started to lose her patience. She grabbed the girls arm and pulled her around the desk making her sit next to her. Wow, she never let anyone do this. Well obviously the both of them had unfinished business so she grabbed the girls stuff putting her bag on the floor throwing her, her notebook and pen.

"I was fine where I was sitting," Jaycee whispered putting her stuff on the desk, "I'm surprised Mr Kennedy didn't notice."

"I don't care for small talk. What did you say?" Brittany asked forcefully. She was going to find out what that girl said. She couldn't have slept with her. She would have remembered.

"I said probably why you slept with me last week." Jaycee finally admitted looking at her notebook. "It was at Sean's party so you probably don't remember."

Brittany looked at the girl in shock. She _did_ sleep with her. At the party. Fuck. She remembered waking up with someone and how she was naked but she left before the girl woke up as she didn't do relationships. They always end wrong so it was better to just sleep around as you got what you wanted without having to think about someone getting attached or cheating on someone. You can do whatever you liked and whenever you wanted. She must have been good for that to happen.

"You must have been hot that night," Brittany uttered looking at her notebook without caring. "Only reason why I would sleep with you."

Jaycee nodded and looked at the teacher. Brittany looked at the girl. Well it was her last day She could make it count right and they had slept together already. Why not have a little fun? Brittany got up. "Sir, Jaycee isn't feeling well."

The teacher looked at the brunette curiously. "I see. How about you go to the nurse?"

Jaycee nodded and got up but Brittany followed her. "Sir, I will take her to make sure she's okay. She looks like she's about to pass out!" Brittany exaggerated pulling the brunette out the classroom. She dragged her to the janitors closet pushing her in then locking the door behind her. Fuck this girl was hot. Well it wasn't her fault. She was into brunettes.

"W-What are we doing?" Jaycee stuttered nervously playing with her fingers. Brittany walked up to her and stripped her top off crashing her lips to the other girls. Wow she tasted awesome. No wonder she slept with her.

"Don't talk. We're gonna fuck and then we'll go back to class. It's my last day so I'm gonna make it count."

"But we're at school." The brunette whispered. Seriously? Was this girl always this cautious? Well she loved innocent people so it made sense.

"Just shut up and enjoy it."

Brittany crashed her lips to the brunettes and cupped her breasts massaging them under her hands. Fuck this girl was gorgeous. She heard the other girl whimper and smirked. Yes, she was going to enjoy this and started on her mission to make this girl scream her name.

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><p>Brittany cleared out her locker of everything she owned. She smiled looking at everything that was in there. The pictures of her and the gang from numerous occasions, the picture of her mum, the letterman jacket she stole from Paul who was the quarterback of the football team, plus all the other small things from pens to presents people gave her for her birthday and Christmas. She never took them out as she didn't like carrying it all home so it just stayed in there. Brittany looked into the now empty locker. She didn't know what to think about it but she knew she had to move. She was going to do this for her dad. Usually she walked home with her friends but today she told them to go without her. It would be hard to say goodbye and she didn't want to say goodbye. She hated it as goodbye meant there was a chance you might never see them again. She didn't want that She was going to see them again and she'd text all of them the new address when she knows it.<p>

Brittany walked home with everything in her arms. God only if she could drive. It would make life so much easier but she couldn't. She wasn't old enough and even though she had driven a car before, it wasn't exactly legal. She was at a party with her friends and they were messing around. Toby dared her to get into a car and drive it around the field and she never backed down from a dare. Before she knew it she had gotten into a car, hotwired it to get it to start then started to drive around the car park. Driving wasn't exactly that hard it was just getting the right speed and gear that was tricky. She hadn't learnt that yet so she just guessed and funnily enough she got it right. Unfortunately the cops found the party and she got busted. She had never seen her dad so angry. It was only a few months ago when she thinks about it but he was spending all his time with his new girlfriend so she didn't think he would be bothered. Turns out she was wrong. She had an awesome time though which is all she cared about. Brittany walked through the door putting her stuff down.

"I'm home, dad!" Brittany shouted putting her bag down on the floor. Wow. He had seriously been doing a lot of packing today. Everything was in boxes. She's not sure how she feels about that yet. She heard her dad walk down and saw him with boxes in his arms labelled with her name.

"Hey sweetheart. Okay we have to get all this in the car so just grab a box and take it out to the car. Put the back seat down first though." Paul explained to his daughter. He just wanted the move as quick and painless as possible. Whenever he looked at the house all he saw was memories of his deceased wife and memories of them raising Brittany. That in itself was hard, but she always knew what to do.

Brittany nodded and grabbed the boxes taking them outside to the car. After unlocking it she put the backseats down so they could get more things in the boot. She slid the boxes she had to the back then went in to get some more. She never realised how much stuff they actually had until she saw all the boxes. She sighed and started putting the boxes in her car one by one into the boot of the car with the help of her dad. She looked at all the boxes once it was done and turned to her dad. He was walking out with one more box and towards the end of the road where the bin was. _What was he doing?_ She closed the boot and walked to him seeing what was written on the box. Susan. Brittany looked at the man and noticed what he was going to do. There was no way he was doing that. She wasn't ready to let go yet. Especially of all her things.

"Dad no!" Brittany said raising her voice slightly taking the box off of him. If he wanted to get rid of all this he had another thing coming. She wasn't letting her things go. Her father looked at her sadly.

"Britt, we have to let go. It's been two years."

"No! You might be ready to let go but I'm not. I'm keeping her things in my room" Brittany snapped walking back to the car putting the box in the car. How could he do something like that? No. They will stay in her room at the bottom of her wardrobe. She can then look at them whenever she wants. She got in the car slamming the door angry. How could he even think to do that?! She heard the other car door open and close knowing her dad had got in the car. She put her headphones in and drowned out the world as they drove. Brittany remembers reading a quote somewhere that showed exactly how she felt. It was _'There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressible - a wound that will never quite heal.' _She can't remember who said it but it stated in 19 words exactly what she had been feeling. She never had healed over it and she never would. No one tried telling her or speaking to her about her mother as she blanked them out completely. When she wants to speak she will but right now, she just isn't ready.

The car arrived at the house. Okay this house was huge, like, bigger than she expected. Obviously this family must be rich or something. Well that was fine with her but she couldn't stand posh snobs so hopefully they weren't like that or this arrangement was _not_ going to work. Once her dad parked up she got out the car looking up at the house.

"Impressive right?" Her dad asked from behind her. "You'll love it B, don't worry"

"I'm not worried," Brittany said casually shrugging "They just better not be posh snobs or we won't get along."

"They are far from being posh snobs"

"Then we'll be fine."

Paul sighed watching his daughter walk to the boot. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do. She was in her own world and soon that won't be enough for her anymore. He thought that a move would help her get away from the memories from the house but then again, he knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. Maybe she would find friends that don't do drugs and smoke. That would be a start. They both walked up to the door and were greeted by a woman. She had brown hair and looked Latina. Wow. Wasn't expecting that. Brittany watched her dad kiss her in greeting then pull away smiling. She hadn't seen him smile that such since before mum died and it was actually nice to see. She smiled at them.

"Honey I would like to formally introduce you to my daughter, Brittany." Paul said smiling introducing her. Not like she couldn't do it herself but whatever.

"Hello Brittany. It's so nice to finally meet you."

Brittany nodded not really into talking. She had to get used to a place and a person before she spoke to them. Once the woman let them in she walked past the adults and walked inside. She looked around the house from where she was standing. Pretty impressive.

"Okay Brittany, your room is up the stairs and the second left." Her dad told her. "How about you go see your room?"

Brittany nodded again and walked upstairs. Anything to get away from the awkwardness from downstairs. Plus it gave her the opportunity to spend some time by herself without her dad there. She walked up the stairs waking to go find her room. Downstairs, Paul looked at his fiancée and sighed. He knew she would act like this but he thought she might at least try to make an effort, but obviously not.

"Don't worry Paul," Maribel reassured her fiancée, "she is just settling in. Give her time."

"Okay I hope you're right." Paul said worried. He looked up the stairs to where his daughter went. He really needed to talk to her to make sure she was okay. If he didn't things could get very bad. He felt his fiancée hand on his shoulder. He turned to her and smiled.

"Don't worry she will be. Now let's get those boxes out your car."

Paul nodded in agreement and walked to get the boxes out the car. Even though it was hard on his daughter right now, he could tell that they would be happier here. Well...he just hoped Brittany would adjust to the change.

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	3. Chapter Three

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><p><span>Chapter Three<span>

Brittany walked into her room putting her stuff down. It wasn't actually that bad and compared to the room she had before, it was huge! She couldn't believe how big this room was. Putting it lightly, she had enough room for a double bed, a large wardrobe, a plasma screen tv, her own bathroom, a desk with a leather swivel chair to go with it plus a couple of sets of drawers and still have space around the room. Brittany was amazed and couldn't believe she was going to be living in this room. She walked into the room more looking around. She had a plasma screen tv to herself along with a virgin box to go with it. She walked to the window and looked out onto the street. She didn't notice before, but this was the best housing estate in Lima. Woah okay. How was she living here? It was definitely an upgrade from the house she was in before. But the only problem was that her friends lived a good half an hour away from her. That was gonna suck. She sighed walking back into the room when she heard a car. She turned back to the window and saw a red Ferrari park up at the house. She watched curiously. Was that Santana? Well it had to be seeing as Maribel was downstairs with her dad. So unless she was cheating, it had to be her daughter. Only if she could see inside she could see who it was but the person just had to have tinted windows. She saw the door open and gasped as a beautiful Latina got out the car with a bag on her shoulder. Her hair was black which flowed nicely past her shoulders, her red dress showed her curves perfectly and god damn those legs! So smooth and toned. She saw her sunglasses her on her face but whilst she kept on watching her she saw the sunglasses come off her face to reveal her eyes. From here they looked like she had chocolate brown eyes. Just beautiful. Wait a second. Damn she's going to be my new step sister.

Brittany heard the door open and her dad walked in the room. He smiled at her. "Hey Britt. How is your new room?"

She had no idea what to say. She had just seen the most gorgeous woman ever and she couldn't even be with her. Why does the world have to be so stupid? She looked at her dad and nodded. "Yeah it's good, dad. Bigger."

Paul laughed. "I know sweetie. It is a lot bigger so you have more room for all of your stuff."

Brittany nodded again. She did have a lot of stuff and her other room never fit all of it in there. She always had to put stuff in the spare room at her old house which was used as a space to put any other things in. Her room was literally not big enough to put all her belongings in it. So her mum suggested having a room to put any spare stuff and it actually worked. She put all the important stuff in her room and all the belongings that were less important in the spare room. But now she could literally fit everything in here.

"You're right. Well I'm gonna unpack so." Brittany began trying to motion her dad to lave but he didn't seem to want to move. Seriously he was thick sometimes. "Dad, please leave."

"Oh right!" Paul said figuring out what his daughter was trying to say. "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

Brittany nods and starts going into the boxers putting her stuff away. Just as she thought she was going to hear the door close, she heard her dad's voice again.

"We're having a family dinner tonight. With Santana too." Paul announced then walks out the room walking downstairs.

Brittany's eyes widened. She was supposed to sit down, as a family, with that gorgeous woman sat there? Seriously, this was not going to go down well. For instance she had been staring at the woman as she had driven into the drive way and that was only from the window. How was she supposed to handle seeing her in person? Her incredibly smooth skin, her toned legs, her beautiful brown hair that flowed just perfectly over her shoulders and let's not forget her incredible chocolate, brown eyes. And her dad was seriously telling her she was supposed to sit at a table with her? Ha she was going to get caught for leering that's for sure. And she was going to be her future stepsister! Okay, that was certainly not going to work. She was too beautiful to be her step sister. Damn, she just had to be attracted to girls, didn't she? She did sleep with lads too but they weren't as good as girls. Most of the lads couldn't even make her cum which was so annoying since that meant getting herself off afterwards. She shook her head trying to rid the image of the Latina from earlier and decided on putting her things away. She was very specific with this type of thing so it usually took a while. Brittany sighed and got to work at sorting her room out.

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><p>After a couple of hours she had finally finished. All she had now was to get rid of the empty boxes. Many people she knew still had those childhood games you used to play with as a child but Brittany threw them straight out. She didn't need games to be happy and have fun. She had her cigarettes, drugs, alcohol and whatever else she could find to make her happy. Oh and she couldn't forget sex. That was definitely a lot of fun when the person was actually good. Such as Jaycee for example. God she would have to call her next time she felt horny. That girl really does have magic fingers! She heard her dad call her for dinner so she took a deep breath and went downstairs. She walked into the living room still shocked at how big the house was. There was a dining table in the kitchen. In the flamin' kitchen! She had never been so impressed since the time Tony lost his virginity. Seriously, he seemed like he would never get a girl but he did. They only fucked once though which was a shame. Well...not really. Who needs relationships?<p>

Brittany stood beside at the table looking down at the plates. They looked quite posh for something she would use but she didn't live here now so...what else could she do really? She decide to take a seat when Maribel stopped her. Oh yeah, the reason she moved here was because of her and her beautiful daughter.

"Oh honey that is Santana's seat."

Brittany looked at her and shrugged. "Can't she sit elsewhere? There are three other seats at the table."

"I'm afraid not," Maribel told her, "she always sits there and hates people taking that away. She's sat there since she was little."

"Well that makes sense." Brittany nodded accepting the answer sitting across from that seat. Bad choice most likely but she was not going to let her dad get all lovey dovey with his fiancée. No. Not whilst she was supposed to be eating even though dinner never lasted long anyway. She sat down in her seat and starts playing with her knife and fork banging them on the plate as she waited. She saw her dad walk in.

"Brittany we have talked about doing that," Paul started calmly sitting down beside her. "It makes too much noise."

"What else am I supposed to do?" Brittany asked looking at her dad. "And how come Santana isn't down here?"

Just as she said that the brunette walked through the door. She looked even more beautiful than she did before since she was now up close. Okay she should really stop staring. Brittany continued to tap her knife and fork on the plate when her dad took them off her. Brittany groaned putting her face in her hands. God she was bored. Brittany looked up watching the Latina sit down. Heck yes. She got to look at her all the way through dinner now. Score! She thanked Maribel when she gave her some food then took her knife and fork off her dad and started eating. God this was so nice!

"So Brittany," Maribel began once she sat down, "what do you do?"

"Well let me think," Brittany began, "I do drugs, alcohol and let's not forget about-"

"She means your lessons at school." Paul interrupted not quite believing his daughter had just said what she does in her free time.

"Oh!" Brittany laughs realising what she meant. "Okay I did do English, Spanish, Religious Studies, Drama, History, Biology, Math and Chemistry at my old school."

"Oh really?" Maribel asked smiling. "What were your grades?"

"Umm I think I was failing all of them." Brittany thought whilst eating her dinner then smiled as she remembered. "Oh yeah I got an E in drama."

Brittany watches her dad put his face in his hands. It's not like she was gonna lie really. The teachers were a load of crap anyway. They never even knew what they were doing and couldn't control the classes. She loved it though as it was a free pass to do whatever she wanted in lesson. She could even have sex during lessons which was always a big thing for her. Helped keep her satisfied.

"Well I'm sure those grades can be boosted up at McKinley," Maribel assured smiling, "it has the best success rates in the state."

"What has that got to do with anything?" Brittany asked looking at the woman. "I am unteachable because of what's wrong with me, so no matter how much someone teaches me something I can't take it in."

"Brittany, don't be rude!" Paul snapped at his daughter giving her a stern look.

"Oh don't be modest dad! You know it's true!" Brittany got up and went to the cupboards getting a cup out to get a drink.

"Sit back down! You aren't supposed to just leave the table without asking to get a drink." Paul reminded her trying to get through to her without sounding too harsh, because he knew it wouldn't work with her.

"Dad," Brittany began looking at her dad smirking, "in the time it would take to stop and ask to get a drink I could have gotten up and got one, so there so no point in asking." She got herself a drink then stood there leaning against the counter drinking it.

Brittany knew she had won after seeing her dad get back to his dinner. They had this every meal time. But he is the one who insists on family meals even though she doesn't like them. If they were a bit more relaxed it might work, but until that happened they would have to deal with her behaviour. She wasn't quite sure what was wrong with her but she knew it wasn't normal. Everyone else behaved usually and even if they didn't, they were copying her. She remembers her mum telling her that she is special and that she had this because she was a special child but she knew it was only a story she told to make her feel less better. She couldn't give a shit now. Everyone usually just laughed with her anyway so she's pretty cool with that. As she drank her drink, she noticed Santana talking to her dad.

"What is it that Brittany has?" She asked curiously.

Oh my god. Even her voice is sexy. So now she had a voice to the body. Doesn't sound too bad in her opinion as it's usually voice to the name and even though she knew her name, she liked her body more. She would definitely tap that if she could. Wouldn't it be wrong though? Well it wasn't like they were blood related or anything but still. Her dad would kill her. She watched as Santana's mum whispered something to her then she saw Santana nod and continue to eat. Why does everyone know but her? Does her dad even know? Probably not as he doesn't know a lot really but not even her mum knew. She continued to drink as the others ate. She wasn't even that hungry anyway so she walked around the kitchen feeling the need to move. She could never sit still. Not even as a child. Her mum and dad used to call her the worm as she wriggled so much. She found it funny at the time.

"Are you done with your dinner?" Maribel asked her smiling. How is she so polite when she is so rude?

"I'm done thank you Ms Lopez. Can I leave?"

"Of course. Just scrape your plate for me."

Brittany nodded and picked her plate up scraping it into the bin then went to leave.

"Brittany we will talk about your behaviour later." Paul told her sternly eating his own dinner.

"Whatever." Brittany replied then walked up to her room. Why should they talk about her behaviour? It wasn't like it was her fault or anything and her dad acts like it is. She knows he wishes he had a normal child but she doesn't care. He has her and he's gonna have to deal with it. She hated it that her dad wanted a perfect daughter or son. She knows he wanted a son but he got stuck with her. Who wouldn't be disappointed after that? Brittany shook her head and got her guitar walking to her bed. Funnily enough, she could actually sing. She was pretty good actually and even though she liked all music, she did have favourites like everyone. Well she wouldn't call the song she was thinking of a favourite, but it was the song she heard when her mother died and she couldn't help but listen to it now when she was upset. She didn't know if she was supposed to be here. With another family. It just...it didn't feel right. She looked around the room feeling out of place. She picked up the guitar and started playing the song that came to mind.

_Mamma  
>You gave life to me<br>Turned a baby into a lady  
>Mamma<br>All you had to offer  
>Was the promise of a lifetime of love<br>Now I know  
>There is no other<br>Love like a mother's love for her child  
>And I know<br>A love so complete  
>Someday must leave<br>Must say goodbye_

Brittany continued playing the guitar looking at the picture beside her bedside of the two of them. Why did bad things always happen to good people? She would give anything to have her with her to tell her everything would be okay but she wasn't. Brittany hated it that she became so vulnerable over her mother's passing, but she was like her best friend. She had no one to go to now and she was alone. Her dad went to some kind of therapy for a while then he met his current girlfriend, or she should probably say, fiancée. She hated it that he moved on so fast and here she was singing her heart out. She did this every time she thought of her mum as it helped. Nothing else and nobody could help. Brittany remembered the last time she saw her smile. It was the morning of her death and she had told her she loved her and that she would see her that night. Yeah, that never happened. She never let people say 'see you later' now. He didn't want to risk never seeing them again.

_Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear  
>Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near<br>Someday you'll say that word and I will cry  
>It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye<em>

Brittany couldn't go on any longer. She had felt tears falling down her face as she sang and she couldn't take it. She put her guitar down and covered her face with her hands. Why did she have to leave her? Why her? She was perfect and go or whoever took her away. She didn't hear her bedroom door open whilst she cried and even though she never cried in front of people, she couldn't help it right now. She didn't know someone was in the room until she felt a pair of familiar arms pull her into their embrace. She knew it was her dad instantly as she smelt her cologne. She turned and buried her face into his chest.

"Why did she have to get taken?" Brittany asked through her tears. She felt her father stroke her head as she cried. It was actually soothing.

"I don't know sweetheart, but I know she wouldn't want you crying like this. She would want to see that smile on your face."

Brittany nodded in agreement. It was true. It was the one thing her mum said to her when she was crying. That she had to smile and show her the smile she loved so much. It usually made her smile unless that day had been a bad day then it usually took ice cream to make her feel better. But now, she didn't think even ice cream would help. Why did she have to be so weak? She hated feeling so vulnerable as it meant people could get to her more and there was no way she was letting that happen. She was not weak. She pulled away from her dad and wiped her eyes.

"Thank you." Brittany whispered looking up at her dad. "I don't mean to get so upset over it."

"Hey there is nothing wrong with grieving," Paul reassured smiling, "it actually shows that you have been strong for too long."

"I need to be strong. I can't let mum down." Brittany told him wiping her eyes.

Paul smiled. "Baby, you haven't let your mother down. If anything, she will be so proud of you for making this move. She will be happy you are letting go and starting new."

Brittany smiled. She was glad that he felt like that. She wanted to make her mother proud of her. Brittany nodded and gave her dad a hug. Paul smiled and hugged back knowing he had done good. He knew that his wife would be proud of both of them. But one thing he did know though, Brittany needed help with the grieving she was going through but he would bring that up later.

"Are you going to be okay up here on your own?" Paul asked concerned. "I just don't want to leave you if you are going to be in the same state I found you in that's all."

Brittany smiled. Her dad could be so sweet sometimes. "Yes, I'll be fine. You can go back to your fiancée and her daughter."

Paul smiled and left the room which left Brittany alone again. Well she thought she was alone anyway. Brittany stood up to pick her guitar up putting it back on the stand but when she turned around she couldn't believe who she saw. Santana was standing there. She had decided to check on Brittany to make sure she was okay which is why she was stood in the doorway, but of course Brittany didn't know that.

"Can I help you?" Brittany asked snapping out of the daze she was under.

Santana stepped into the room looking around. It look decent enough and it wasn't like it was small or anything. Santana had been so used to seeing this room empty it was a shock to see it actually filled with things. She looked at Brittany and smiled shaking her head. "I just wanted to check you were okay."

Brittany nodded looking at her feet. Why did the girl have such an effect on her? She was older for one so it wasn't like she would be interested anyway and to add to that, how would she even know if she was gay? As Brittany thought she didn't know Santana had been trying to get her attention. She shook out of her daze and looked at the woman standing in front of her.

"Finally. Wondered where you had gotten to." Santana stated smirking at her. "I asked if you were okay."

"Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Brittany asked looking at Santana. "Got something to say have you?"

Santana shook her head. "Nope if you say you're fine then I believe you," Santana shrugged looking at the blonde. Was she really as beautiful earlier as she was right now? She hadn't noticed. She looked up at Brittany who was looking back. Brittany was quite shocked by the reply she got. She was usually asked a number of times before someone accepted she was fine but this woman in front of her just accepted it?

"Right...yeah."

"Cool room though," Santana complimented looking around seeing everything was put away neatly, "pretty tidy too."

Brittany shrugged. "Yeah I like things being in their place."

"Know that feeling," Santana agreed smiling at her. "Sorry we didn't really talk much at dinner. I didn't have chance to introduce myself. Santana Lopez. Senior" She held her hand put to the blonde. She didn't mean to not talk at dinner. It was just weird seeing other people at the table than her and her mami. Brittany smiled and took it shaking her hand. Once their hands touched the both of them felt a spark shoot through their arm. Neither of them knew the other person had felt the same though. Brittany looked at the brunette.

"Brittany Pierce. Sophomore."

Santana smiled nodding pulling her hand away. "That's cool. I'll probably see you around school since we can't be in the same lessons." Brittany looked at her nodding. It wasn't like she couldn't look after her but she didn't want to seem rude and decline.

"Yeah. That'd be cool."

She nodded and smiled. It was the least she could do since the girl was new around here. Plus, McKinley was kind of a posh school and she didn't want her to feel out of place. Santana turned and walked towards the door. She felt eyes on her and couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster. It made her feel good about herself knowing she was being watched. It made her feel...kind of sexy. Santana turned around once her hand was on the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Brittany smiled and nodded. "See you tomorrow. And thanks for checking up on me."

"No problem," Santana said in reply opening the door. "Goodnight."

"Night Santana."

She couldn't help but smile. She had finally met her and she didn't freak out. She was definitely proud of herself. What she didn't know was that Santana was laying in her bed thinking the exact same thing. That she couldn't wait until tomorrow. Brittany and Santana fell asleep that night with a smile on their faces.

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	4. Chapter Four

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**Thanks to everyone who reviewed. And just so everyone knows I have done my research on what Brittany has. I would never do a story without not doing research on the topic itself if I didn't know about it personally and you will find out soon what she does have. I hope you are enjoying it. Now here is the next chapter!**

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><p>Chapter Four<p>

Brittany had been thinking about the chat that she had with Santana. She didn't usually open up well to people but Santana was different. Plus, having a hot girl talk to you wasn't exactly a bad thing. She always saw it as a compliment but this was different. Santana was going to be considered her sister when her dad and Santana's mom get married since she knew her dad wasn't going to wait. He did that with her mother apparently so she is expecting a wedding within the next month. Brittany was currently standing outside the principal's office waiting to be seen. She had her first day today and even though she was nervous, she couldn't care less about any of this either. It was a posh school and she hated that. It meant that every person behaved no matter what and since she never behaved, the teachers were going to have a problem. The Principal came out walking towards Brittany with a smile on his face. Creepy much?

"Good morning, Miss Pierce. Please. Come on in and have a seat." The principal said in greeting her stepping out of the way to let Brittany in. She stepped into the office and took a seat putting her feet up on the desk in front of her. Might as well make herself comfortable. "And feet off the desk."

"Rather not sir. I'm comfortable." Brittany fired back at him with a smirk on her face.

"Brittany put your feet down!" The principal ordered looking at her with a stern expression on his face. She scoffed and put her feet down watching the principal sit down on the other side of the desk. She watched as he got the paperwork for her out and in front of him looking through her file. Well that's not going to be good then.

"So it says here that you went to Lima Heights Academy." The Principal began looking at the paperwork then up at Brittany. "Is that correct?"

"Yes sir." Brittany confirmed with a nod. She watched as he looked through her file then close it putting it to the side looking at her.

"Alright well we can help you with your behaviour difficulty and we will take that into consideration when you are here, but you cannot use that as an excuse to misbehave. We are one of the best schools in the state and we don't want that being taken down."

Brittany laughed and looked at him. "I don't even know what is wrong with me since my dad won't tell me so I don't worry about it or something, so you can help me all you want but I won't promise it will help."

The Principal sighed and got a time table out from his desk handing it to her. Okay so she wasn't planning on going to half of these classes. Why would she go to Spanish when she is English? She wasn't planning on going to Spain so there was no point. So she had English and Maths before break. Sounds fun. Not.

"Okay so I thought we could assign you someone to-" He began but Brittany interrupted straight away.

"Hell no. I will find these by myself. I am not having some loser show me around." Brittany argued getting up picking up her bag, "I'll be fine thanks. Later."

Brittany walked out the room and down the corridor looking at her time table. Okay so G10 looked like it might be that way. She shrugged and walked down the corridor. Well they all said G on the door which was a good thing. She kept walking until she saw room 10 and walked inside the classroom. The teacher looked at her and smile.

"You must be Brittany Pierce. Principal Figgins told me you would be joining my class today." The teacher greeted with a smile. "My name is Mrs Allen so just take a seat anywhere you like."

She nodded and sat down next to a guy who looked like a ferret had died on his head. She put her bag down and slouched in her chair not bothering to get anything out. The guy next to her looked at her.

"What you looking at?" Brittany snapped glaring at him.

"Woah, chill. Only wondering where you are from. You seem kinda cool." The boy said holding his hands up. "I'm not trying to cause you any trouble."

Brittany nodded holding her hand out. "Brittany Pierce."

The boy next to her smiled and shook her hand. "Noah Puckerman but everyone calls me Puck."

She nodded. "Nice. So what's this place like?"

"It's shit." Puck answered turning to her not paying attention to the teacher. "Too many rules but the way I get through it is by having out with my friends. We go under the bleachers together and smoke during our lunch break and our free periods."

Brittany looked at him. He smoked? Okay that made him ten times more awesome. Someone at this school who didn't just come here to study but did come to school to have fun. She knew she was going to like this guy and he could be the potential to be her friend.

"You smoke?" Brittany asked wanting confirmation. "Like actual cigarettes?"

Puck laughed. "Yeah dude. What else would you smoke?"

Brittany shrugged in response. "Loads of stuff. I've done a lot of stuff in my time so you could have meant anything."

"What stuff have you done?" Puck asked looking at me with a curious expression on his face. Of course he wouldn't have done anything past cigarettes.

"You know. Weed and all that." Brittany answered looking at the teacher then back at him. "Done different drugs and all that."

"Woah really? But you're like 15!"

Brittany shrugged in response. What did that matter? She went through a lot of shit in her life so why shouldn't she take them? They helped her. "16 actually. Been through stuff and it helped. Had my birthday last month"

Before Puck could reply the teacher turned around and looked at the both of us. Wow, she is just noticing now that we're not listening? She's a bit show isn't she?

"Miss Pierce and Mr Puckerman. How about you share with the rest of the class what you are talking about that is so important that you have to talk about it in my class?" She said looking at us.

"Not really miss. None of your business really, is it?" Brittany asked with a smirk upon her face. Yeah, no teacher would ever be able to tear her down. She was just too good for any of them. Puck nudged Brittany to get her to shut up but why should she? The both of them were enjoying a conversation before she so rudely interrupted. Does she even have any manners? "And to be honest that was kind of rude how you interrupted our conversation like that. I mean you don't see me interrupting your conversations do you?"

Mrs Allen sighed. "I'll let you off with it being your first day but please listen. You need this for your exam."

"Woah no can do Miss." Brittany told her not backing down. She was kind of enjoying what they were doing. It was fun. "I suck at exams so I won't be doing this."

"Miss Pierce you don't have a choice in the matter," Mrs Allen argued looking at her, "it is for 20% of your final grade so yes you do need to do it. No exceptions."

Brittany groaned and leant back in her chair looking at Puck. "Is she always this moody?"

Puck smirked. "You are something else Brittany. You're cool."

Brittany smiled. "Duh. So can I smoke with you guys? I'm craving one right now."

"Course. There's me, Sam, Quinn, Mike, Tina and now there is you too."

"I'm there." Brittany told Puck and continued to talk to him until the bell went off. Puck and Brittany grabbed their bags and walked out of the classroom. It actually looked busy when everyone was rushing to class.

"Okay I have football practice now so meet us under the bleachers at break yeah?" Puck asked her so Brittany nodded in reply fist bumping him then walking in the opposite direction. She looked at her time table and saw it had her locker combination written in pen at the bottom of it. Her locker was number 15 so Brittany looked at the lockers looking for it. Once she found it she undid the locker shoving her bag inside. She wouldn't need it anyway. She took her timetable out shoving it in her pocket and locked her locker up. She turned to go to lesson when she saw Santana standing there.

"Woah okay, that was creepy." Brittany stated looking at her. "Want something?"

"You cannot hang around with Noah Puckerman, Brittany!" Santana cried looking at her "He is bad news."

"Well so am I so,"

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><p>Brittany shrugged in response leaning against the locker. "Plus he smokes and so do I so it's perfect."<p>

"Brittany," Santana bean sighing, "I get that starting a new school is difficult but hanging around with people like that is not going to get you very far. You dad wants you to do well you know that. Talk to the teachers at school if you are struggling."

Brittany sighed shaking her head. So what if he did? She hated school and education in general because she sucked at it. She would prefer to be somewhere with her friends hanging out and smoking than being in class. The teachers didn't understand what was wrong with her anyway so what did it matter? They couldn't help her so they wouldn't. So why exactly should she sit in lesson and pretend to be listening when they didn't even cater for what she needs?

"Look Santana, the fact is no teacher in this school has the training to help me." Brittany told the Latina calmly looking at her. "No one I know has the professional training to help someone like me. My dad doesn't even know how to control me half the time so what makes you think any of the teachers will? My mom was the only one who took the time to understand me and she did but she's gone. So yes, I do drink and I do drugs because it helps with the pain."

Santana looked at the blonde. She could tell she was till grieving over her mother and she probably should talk to someone but she couldn't tell her. She would just tell her that she won't do it since she could tell her she was like that. Santana had no idea what she was meant to tell the blonde but she wanted to be there for her.

"Brittany just know that I'm here for you, okay?" Santana asked leaning in kissing her cheek. "I've got to go to class. Don't cause too much trouble."

"I'll try not to. See you later." Brittany replied walking to class hiding the blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Santana sighed and went in the opposite direction towards her class. What went through her head that would cause her to take drugs and drink? Well there was only one way she would find out. She had to get to know Brittany.

Later on, Brittany made her way to the bleachers She had been craving a fag all morning and she didn't want to wait any longer. She walked to the group of friends and smiled. They looked just like the kind of people she would hang around with. There was a tall Asian and a small one. Were they related or something? There was one with pink hair and a tattoo on her back. Looked pretty cool actually. Then there was Puckerman and a boy with blonde hair and big lips Woah, they looked huge! Like seriously, his lips are really big. Wonder how many balls you could fit in there. He could probably fit at least 5 golf balls in there.

"Hey Britt!" Puck greeted smiling. "How was class?"

"Boring," Britt said shrugging her shoulders. "Got told by Santana that I shouldn't hang out with you."

"Ah Santana Lopez?" the tall Asian asked her in which she nodded in reply.

"Ha Lopez doesn't like me full stop. Tried hitting on her a few times." Puck explained handing me a cigarette and lighter. "Got rejected every time."

Brittany laughed knowing that Puck didn't seem the type for Santana. She couldn't help but feel that she wasn't exactly straight. She hadn't known her long at all, or seen much of her, but she just had a feeling. She shrugged it off and lit up her cigarette and sighed enjoying the feeling of getting the nicotine inside her. It was bad that a sixteen year old like herself was sort of addicted to it but she couldn't help it. Ever since her mother died two years ago she started smoking and drinking and yes that meant she was only around fourteen at the time but for some reason it helped her. She knew it wasn't normal for a thirteen year old girl to be doing that but it wasn't her fault. She was distraught when her dad told her about her mom so instead of talking she put all her pain into drinking, smoking and the drugs she took. She actually didn't lose her virginity until a day before her fifteenth birthday. She hated it that she lost it so early but after that things started to spiral out of control and she started sleeping around after that. It has been a hard road for her and it still was but her friends had tried to get her to take less than she did. It sometimes worked and sometimes it didn't depending on her mood.

"Well Santana doesn't seem the type to want to fuck you I'm afraid."

"What do you mean?" The small Asian asked.

Brittany shrugged. "Just doesn't seem the type to want to be with a man."

The group looked at me shocked. Okay it wasn't like she just outed her or something. She wasn't even sure. It was just a guess after all. Well she should probably change the subject or they would be there talking about it or a while.

"Okay so I don't know any of you apart from Puck. How about you introduce yourselves?" Brittany suggested looking at everyone taking a drag of the cigarette in her hand.

Puck jumped in. "Oh right! Sorry. Well the two Asians are Mike and Tina but I'm sure you can guess which one is which. The pink haired one is Quinn and big mouth over here is Sam."

"Hey!" Sam snapped glaring at Puck.

Brittany laughed at his comment. Least she wasn't the only one to think that Sam had a big mouth. Well it was huge in her opinion but she couldn't do anything about it. It was going to annoy her and she was definitely going to tease him about it for sure.

"Cool. Nice to meet you all." Brittany said smiling. "I'm Brittany Pierce."

"Awesome. Where did you move from?" Quinn asked sitting down on the couch that was under here.

"Lima Heights." I answered taking a drag of my cigarette. "Pretty rough area. Every man or woman for them self."

"Woah I heard about that Sounds awesome!

"Ha you wouldn't last a day down there mate," I told Sam smirking. "You don't last there unless you have lived there. You have to be born there to be accepted or at least lived there from a young age."

It was true. One time a family moved there and the guy that lived there was treated like shit. He wasn't like us so no one accepted him. He was beat up quite horrifically from what I can remember but the day after he got beat up the family moved. It was fine if one person out of a couple was from Lima Heights since they would generally leave the partner alone but if it was two completely new people they weren't accepted. Quite drastic but it was just the way we were from Lima Heights. You learnt how to survive.

"As if. It can't be that bad." Mike scoffed taking a drag of his cigarette sitting on the couch next to Quinn with is arm across the back of it.

"You guys are so naive. You think your badass right? Well think about you guys times by like 10. That's how bad it is. Guy got beat up proper bad just for moving there."

I watched their eyes widen and I had to admit it was pretty funny. Just to see them look scared made my day. I didn't make friends easily so I was surprised that I got along with Puck. Maybe I was just using him for fags. I dunno. I'm not sure but he seemed alright. I just didn't want them trying to look badass since they wasn't succeeding. I have been around freshman more badass than them but it was probably just because it was in Lima Heights. ##

"Okay you win. You are definitely more badass than us." Tina admitted throwing her finished cigarette on the floor standing on it.

Brittany nodded. "Nothing personal or anything."

Sam shrugged. "Well maybe you could take us down there at some point."

"Woah hold on! I do not think so!" Brittany said looking at him. "You are not to go there. Not without me or with me. It is too dangerous for outsiders."

"It's only a part of Lima." Sam muttered looking at the floor.

"Ha next joke." Brittany laughed throwing her finished cigarette on the floor standing on it.

Brittany didn't mean to sound too harsh but she actually didn't want them to get hurt. She did care and she didn't want any of them to go out wanting an adventure to get beat up by the gangs that are around there such as the X Gang. It is one of the biggest gangs in Lima Heights and if you crossed them but they didn't know you then you were screwed. No one knew what the X stood for and no one asked. If you think of what a wrestler looked like then that is what they looked like. They had black leather jackets on with X on the back with their gang names underneath the letter. Brittany knew them and they were pretty cool but they were intimidating for someone who didn't.

"Okay so Lima Heights aside, how are you liking the school? Pretty shit right?" Quinn asked smirking.

Brittany groaned in reply. "Oh god it really is. How is this the best school in the state?"

Mike laughed shaking his head ."We still have no idea. People are really smart here I guess. They use the best students to get the best grades so it looks like everyone achieves."

"True story. Heard that last year's seniors only had around 3/4 of the year getting above a C but they used them and put those results up high and proud so it looked like the school was this amazing school when it's really not." Tina explained leaning against a wooden block which obviously kept the bleachers standing above them.

"That's stupid." Brittany commented looking at them shaking her head. "Wished dad sent me to the all girls academy across town but you have to pay so he wouldn't have let me."

"Oh you wouldn't have wanted to go there." Mike stated looking at me. "They are all slags there."

Brittany shrugged. "I have slept with a fair few myself so I'm sure I would have been happy."

Puck looked at me. "Wait. Are you gay?"

She shook her head in reply. "Nah I'm bisexual but I prefer lady parts than a men parts. I date a person on who they are not because they are male or female."

"That's cool." Mike responded to Brittany's answer nodding. "Let people love who they want is what I say."

"Exactly. I don't give a damn about what people think but as soon as someone starts treating me like shit then I give it back bit ten times harder."

They all laughed and chatted until they heard the bell go off. Brittany was glad that she had met some people that liked what she liked even if it was just smoking. She didn't know what she thought about trusting them just yet but for now, she had people to hang with at least. She had Biology and Mike was in the same class so she had someone in there at least. Now to just get through today.

Brittany was walking home from school. She had a pretty decent first day but the school was shit and she hated it. And to make things worse, she had been slushied. Naturally the person who did it got beat up hard but it was awful. She had to change into some spare cheerio's trackies and a McKinley titans top so she looked weird now but she had her clothes in her bag to be washed. She knew that guy would never try to do that again but still. It took her ages to get it out of her hair and eyes. Now she was walking home with her headphones on with her music practically full blast. She liked zoning the world out whilst se walked which usually got her walking into people. She didn't care though. People should watch where they are going and make sure they don't bump into her. She was so into her music she didn't see a person pulling up next to her. She saw the red car from yesterday and knew who it was. She took her headphones down looking at her.

"Hey." Santana said smiling. "Want a ride?"

Brittany shrugged and got in. Who wouldn't want to get into a car like this? Santana drove off once she was inside going towards their house.

"Nice ride." Brittany said complimenting her. She did like these kind of cars since she knew they were really fast. She has always wanted a car like this.

"Thanks. So how was your first day at school?" Santana asked glancing at her then looking ahead again to see where she was going.

"Alright I guess. Met Puck as you know but then I met Tina, Mike, Sam and Quinn." Brittany stated leaning back into the seat. "They're pretty cool."

"They also smoke and cause havoc in the school."

Brittany shrugged. "So? Guess I fit right in."

Santana sighed shaking her head. She hated how she was defining herself like that and putting herself down as a trouble maker. She knew Brittany didn't know what she had and she didn't either but she had an idea by studying about children's behaviour and all the different types of disorders children can have and they even learnt about how it affected them as teenagers. It was actually quite interesting so she did have an idea of what Brittany had but she wasn't going to put a name down on it.

"You are better than them Brittany." Santana told her glancing at her then looking back at the road. "You can do so much more."

"Well I don't think I can Santana. You don't know me." Brittany said as they drove into the drive way. "Stop pretending like you do."

Brittany got out of the car and walked inside. Who does she think she is? She doesn't know her and she was sat there like she knew her or something. Brittany walked in going straight to her room ignoring her dads calls for her. She hated it. She hated the school and she wanted to move back to her old one. Puck and the gang made it bearable but they weren't her best friends. She laid down on her bed when her phone rang. She smiled and answered after seeing who it was.

"Hey Isaac!"

"_Hey B. How's it going?_" He asked.

Brittany sighed. "Not good. School is proper shit. I mean I found some people to hang with that have fags and stuff but it's not like Lima Heights."

Isaac laughed. "_B,_ _no school will be like Lima Heights. But you have some people to hang with that's good. How are they?_"

"Well there is Puck. He looks like he wears a ferret on his head. Quinn has a tattoo on her lower back and she has pink hair. There are these two Asians called Tina and Mike who look like they're related. Then there is Sam who has the most biggest lips I have ever seen I swear he could fit five golf balls in there." Brittany exclaimed looking at the ceiling whilst she described the people she met today.

"_Wow. So are they potential friends?_" Isaac asked curiously.

"I don't think so. I don't make friends easily you know that." Brittany told her friend getting up walking to the window. "I don't know dude. It's just...I feel so out of place, you know?"

"_I get that Britt, but you gotta give it a chance. It'll be a better place for you. New start an' all that._" Isaac advised which Brittany found very annoying. Isn't he supposed to be on her side? Well, he did have a point.

"I know. Jus' sucks."

"_Believe you and me, it definitely does. We miss you loads at schoo_l." He assured which made her feel a lot better. Least she wasn't forgotten.

"Thanks mate." Brittany responded smiling. "I'll come visit."

Brittany heard Isaac laugh through the phone. "_Oh I hope so because we can't wait to see how well behaved you'll be when you return_."

Brittany scoffed at what he said. As if she was going to turn well behaved. It was probably part of her DNA that she can't behave. It wouldn't be surprising with her behaviour disorder.

"Oh shut it you. As if I will." Brittany told him with a scowl on her face. Not that he could see it or anything. "I can't literally do that with my behaviour disorder. Remember?"

"_Oh yeah_," Isaac said remembering about Brittany's behavioural disorder. "_Sorry B_"

"It's cool," Brittany responded shrugging her shoulders. She heard her father call her for dinnr and sighed. "I gotta go. Talk later yeah?"

"_No problem. Talk later and take care_."

Brittany smiled and hung up. She didn't realise how much she missed them until now. Then to add to all of that she had Santana on her mind. Did she really have to think about how hot she was? God obviously hated her for giving her a hot woman to live with. Brittany got up sighing. How she was going to do this every day was beyond her.

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	5. Chapter Five

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><p>Chapter Five<p>

The past few weeks Brittany had been trying to get used to everything. Her school, the house and as well as living with new people. She got along with them both of course but they had been trying to get used to her attitude and how she did things. Surprisingly Maribel actually did understand and she never raised her voice towards her since she heard her telling her dad that it would never work since she would just yell back. Very true actually. She did have a very bad temper but she couldn't help that. Whilst at school Santana was always at hand in case she needed her. Like the other week for example. She had been trying to open up her locker for around five minutes so when Santana passed by she showed her a trick to getting them open, which had done wonders from then on. She just loved how beautiful she looked even when she wasn't trying. Brittany was currently sat at the table trying to get some work done when Santana wandered in wearing a pair of sweat pants and a large t-shirt and she still looked hot. She tried her best not to check her out too much but Santana was always willing to play along.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Santana said with a smirk upon her face turning around to face her. Brittany blushed in response looking down at her work then closing the book looking back up.

"In your dreams, darlin'" Brittany fired back smirking. "You wish I liked you but unfortunately for you, I don't go for older women."

"Is that so?" Santana questioned leaning against the counter taking a sip of her water. "Not even if I do this?"

Brittany watched as she lifted her top up slowly, revealing her toned stomach and abs inch by inch. Okay that was sexy. Super sexy as a matter of fact but Brittany shook my head and stood up picking her notebook up.

"Nope. You're just not my type I'm afraid."

Santana rolled her eyes and smiled. "Nice speaking to you Brittany."

"You too, Santana."

Brittany walked out of the room feeling her heart race. Had that just happened? She knew Santana was only messing with her but still. It had been harder and harder to resist her the past few weeks that she had been living at the house. And not only that but whenever she saw Santana she looked sexier. She didn't think that was possible but it seemed to be. One thing that hadn't changed though was how much she felt like she was betraying her mom. She had left her old life behind to be in this new one with her dad and even though it was nice, was it right? Brittany had been struggling a lot since she got here because it felt like this woman was going to replace her mom and she didn't want that. If her mom hadn't gone out that night she would still be with them. When she thought about it her dad hadn't even grieved that much before jumping on the dating wagon. She never paid attention to him anyway. She walked up to her room when she heard Santana shout her back down. Why the hell couldn't she have just said what she wanted to say whilst she was downstairs? Brittany walked back down.

"What is it?" Brittany asked when she got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Your _friends _are here." Santana muttered opening the door to reveal Puckerman and Quinn.

"Hey guys what's up?" Brittany asked walking up to them watching as Santana walked past her back into the kitchen.

"God she is still smoking as ever." Puck stated with a smirk. Brittany walked up to him punching him in the shoulder hard. He winced in pain holding his arm. "Oww! What was that for?!"

"Don't be disrespectful!" Brittany scowled stepping back. "Women are not objects for men to stare at!"

"It's not like I check you out."

Brittany laughed. "Yeah because you know I am more into the ladies." Puck shrugged in response and nodded in agreement.

"You are lucky seeing as he hits on everyone else." Quinn spoke up for the first time since she got here with a smile upon her face. "You up for drinking?"

Brittany grinned grabbing her jacket. "Hell yeah I am. Where we off?"

"Club down town. We can get you a fake ID to get in if you haven't got one already." Puck told her. Brittany smirked and went into her jacket pulling her wallet out getting her fake ID out showing them. She had it in there for a while and had used it a couple of times.

"Awesome. So we're meeting tonight but we thought we'd go for pre-drinks at mine. You in?" Quinn asked in which Brittany nodded smiling putting her ID away and her wallet back into her jacket.

"Yeah I'm in. I'll just tell Santana I'm leaving then we can go."

Puck and Quinn nodded and walked outside. Brittany walked into the kitchen to see Santana scowling at her. Woah what did she do? Damn, Santana heard what they were doing later.

"I'm going out."

"Oh yeah? Where to?" Santana asked moving the water around in her cup.

"None of your business. Tell dad I'll be back later." Brittany said and turned to walk out when she heard Santana spoke and she felt her anger build up.

"When are you going to learn that this isn't a good way to handle grief?"

Brittany turned around glaring at her. How dare she assume things about her! She doesn't even know her and she stands there thinking she's this smart person who knows it all. Well she is wrong.

"You think you're so smart don't you?" Brittany growled looking at her. Santana shrugged in reply taking a sip of water.

"Maybe. I understand people."

Brittany laughed and walked towards her standing in front of her. "You listen to me. My life is none of your business so keep out of it."

Santana wasn't scared one bit. Brittany had a tough exterior but if those walls were to be knocked down she knew that she would be able to see the real girl in front of her instead of the one that she wants everybody to see. She used to be like that herself but her friends knew who she really was now and she wouldn't go back to who she was before either. It wasn't who she was.

"I might not be inside your life but I have met people before just like you. Putting up walls to keep you getting hurt. I've been there myself."

"So? I'll act how I like!" Brittany snapped at her. Who did she think she was?!

"True. But you can't act like that forever." Santana stated looking at her. "What happens when you want a girlfriend? You gonna keep your walls up then?"

Brittany looked at her then shook her head stepping away. She wasn't going to let Santana get to her so she walked towards the door and left Santana to her thoughts. She put her jacket on and walked out the front door slamming it behind her letting Santana know exactly how she felt before walking to Puck and Quinn who were waiting in front of the car. She walked up to them and takes Puck's cigarette off him taking a drag of it then giving it back to him. "Shall we go?" Brittany asked motioning to the car they were leaning against.

"Yeah let's do it!" Puck cheered before getting in the car starting it up whilst Brittany and Quinn got in. Brittany called shot gun before Quinn said a word so she jumped in the passenger side. Quinn got in the back and Puck drove off

"Are you even a legal driver?" Brittany asked and Puck laughed looking at her.

"Do I look legal to you? Nah this is my mom's car and I borrow it all the time. We're careful of cops and stuff don't worry." He smirked looking at Brittany. "Nervous?"

"Pfft, as if. I drive illegally a lot so was just making conversation." Brittany argued rolling her eyes. "This place better be good tonight."

"You'll love it." Quinn assured leaning forward to get into the conversation. "And it's me saying that and I think a lot of places around this shithole of a town suck."

Brittany nods looking back at her. "I like you. You're on my good list."

"Hey! What about me?" Puck asked looking at Brittany who shrugged.

"You'll get there."

Puck huffed and continued to drive. Brittany laughed and pinched his cheeks talking in a baby voice to him.

"Aww. Is Pucky jealous?"

"Okay that's creepy. Never do that again." He stated and smirked at her.

Brittany and Quinn laughed as Puck drove and arrived at Quinn's house. Brittany noticed two cars were there already which she guessed belonged to the Asians and Sam but they definitely looked stolen to say the least. They all got out of the car once Puck had parked up and walked up to Quinn's house walking in. Tina, Mike and Sam were there in the living room hanging out in front of the tv. Well they had alcohol in their hands already so it was obvious they were already drinking before they all got there.

"Started without us?" Puck smirked whilst walking into the room grabbing a drink from the table.

"You took your time so don't blame us." Sam shrugged in response taking a gulp of his beer.

Brittany joined them in the living room picking up a beer and sitting on the floor leaning against the couch. It was actually a really nice couch and house. No wonder they had decided to go to Quinn's.

"First time out Britt?" Mike asked her looking down at her. Brittany shook her head.

"Nope, me and the guys used to go out a lot and we did get into trouble with the police plenty of times. Dad just gave up trying to keep me in since I would find a way to sneak out anyway." She explained shrugging her shoulders opening the can in her hand.

"You've done a lot of stuff then?" Tina asked leaning back into the sofa.

Brittany nodded. Yes, she had done a lot of stuff in her time when she lived at Lima Heights. She had done stuff from stealing from a shop to breaking and entering. In her defense she only did that because a boy stole her favorite football. It was signed by her favorite team so she broke in and got it back. Yes the cops found out but she got her ball back and that's all she cared about.

"Hell yeah I have." Brittany agreed nodding her head. "It's all in good fun really."

"You are like...totally badass, Britt." Sam told her in which she smiled and nodded.

"You are correct there Sammy boy."

Even though this group of people weren't her friends back in Lima Heights they were still awesome people. When they spoke of their families it sounded like they were actually good people. She was still surprised Tina and Mike weren't related but who cares about that? She liked hanging out with them and it wasn't like she had forgotten her old friends. They all still spoke on the phone and they were arranging a meet up sometime soon which excited her. They were planning on coming to see her at school apparently so she had no idea how it was going to work. But who cares? She couldn't wait.

"Okay, I think we all need to get laid tonight."

Brittany smirked. "So what you are saying is that you need to let laid tonight."

Quinn laughed and high fived Brittany watching as Puck smirked and nodded.

"You got that in one B." Puck laughed taking a large gulp of his beer. "I haven't got laid since I had sex with Taylor."

"Oh yeah. The girl with the weird eyes." Quinn stated. "God knows why you fucked her."

"Duh because she has a banging body." Brittany said before Puck could get a word in. "You don't look into people's eyes during sex anyway. Makes things weird."

"See? This is why we're friends." Puck grinned high fiving Brittany. "You totally get it."

Brittany laughed and nodded. It was true. She loved sex just as much as Puck did so when they were in class they went through the girls who were hot enough to go for. Just last week Brittany had sex with a girl named Laura from the Cheerios. It was funny how most of the Cheerios like experimenting with women and didn't get any shit from the Coach for it. She was trying to get through all the Cheerios since they were just perfect. Banging bodies and flexible. She usually only fucked them in school though. To get their attention was a struggle since she didn't like people, but she got through that and got to the sex then never called them again. It's the way she was.

"Duh. You usually go for girls who would never be girlfriend material for you anyway."

The group laughed and Brittany saw Puck blush. Have to admit it is a little funny how he tried too hard sometimes. It was a weak attempt on his behalf but she thought it was funny. He was always one who flirted with a woman when they first met if he found them attractive. Yes, this is women we are talking about, not just girls in school.

"Well might as well since you only live once."

"So true." Sam said in agreement nodding.

"There better be hot girls at this place we're going to." Brittany stated sitting up to get herself in a more comfortable position looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh so Santana isn't enough for you?" Quinn asked smirking.

"Do not even go there Quinn." Brittany growled looking at her with a glare on her face.

Brittany didn't like that she did live with Santana. She was always having boys and girls come up to her asking for her number or if she would put in a good word for them but the answer was always no of course. She was no messenger and she wasn't about to become one just for some people who want to get to know Santana better. It's only because they all knew they were too scared to go up to her themselves. Pathetic in my opinion and none of them were every good enough either.

"Well you do live with a hot woman." Sam commented smirking. "Who wouldn't enjoy that?"

"Wanna know what I don't enjoy? Having to always clean up her clothes in the bathroom after she has a shower and picking up her rubbish when she leaves it on the side. She is an incredibly messy person!" She complained putting the can on the side.

"I'd deal with that as long as the sex was awesome!"

Brittany groaned. "You guys are the worst. I don't see Mike and Tina bugging me about Santana."

"They are currently busy doing other things." Puck responded smirking as Brittany turned around to see them both making out. Urgh not a nice sight to see. Brittany picked up a pillow throwing at them laughing as they pull apart.

"Do you mind?" Tina groaned cuddling into Mike.

"Nah I don't." Brittany responded laughing drinking her beer.

They all laughed whilst Tina and Mike cuddled into one another. It was nice to be able to just relax instead of feeling uncomfortable around your own house. It was still hard to adjust to a new setting but she was getting there. She knew that it would take some time but she just wished time would hurry up so she could be comfortable. Brittany just put a smile on her face and got on with things now. It's all she could do but she did stay in her room a lot but that was mainly to stay away from everyone. It gave her the chance to think without others around. Plus she could always play her guitar without others listening in.

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><p>Later that night Brittany was sat in the club drinking. They had arrived around an hour ago and even though she really wanted to dance, she wanted to drink a bit first. Even though she had drank around 5 drinks already but who cared about the figures? She was sat with Quinn talking to her since the boys were eager to go off and dance.<p>

"How do you like the club?" Quinn asks stirring her drink around with a straw.

Brittany shrugs. "It's not bad. Nice atmosphere and the alcohol is super cheap."

"Yeah that is one thing we all love about the place." Quinn laughs in response. "Plus it's enough out of town for our parents not to catch us."

"My dad wouldn't do anything anyway. Can't control me." Brittany admits shrugging her shoulders. "Hasn't been able to for a while now."

Quinn looked up at her friend. "What? Why not?"

"Just can't. My mom was the one who could and she's dead."

Before Quinn could say another word Brittany got up and walked up to the dance floor to dance with everyone. She loved dancing and singing and has done since she was a kid. Her mom put her in dance classes and she really enjoyed them so she kept at them but once she died, she stopped. It was hers and her moms thing and now she was gone, she couldn't. It was the first time since her mom died that she had danced so she was quite proud of herself. Probably the alcohol had something to do with it as well.

Brittany felt someone come up behind her and start moving with her. She smirked moving her hand up to the back of the woman's neck moving her hips with the woman behind. It felt amazing but she knew she wouldn't have a connection with this person. She never does. In her eyes there are only a few people she can have a real connection with and she hasn't met them yet. She felt lips on her neck and smirked moving her hand to the woman's hair grinding back into the woman's crotch. She heard a moan in her ear and turned around pulling her into a kiss. Fuck she was turned on now and she hadn't been here long. She moaned into the kiss feeling the woman's hands move down to her ass squeezing it. God she felt amazing.

"You wanna get out of here?" The woman's whispered huskily. Who was she to say no?

"Take me back to your place."

The woman took her hand and dragged her out of the club and got into a taxi. The pair of them made out whilst the driver drove them to where they were going. The woman was straddling Brittany's thighs and she felt amazing. Her skin was smooth and her hair was gorgeous. She just loved it and she would get to fuck this woman as soon as they got out of the cab. Once the cab parked up the woman paid and the pair of them stumbled out of the car. Brittany wasn't paying attention to anything around her apart from the woman who she was currently making out with.

They got to the door and she woman unlocked it and they stumbled inside. Brittany closed the door behind her with her foot and walked up to the bedroom with the woman with their lips never leaving one another. Heck, Brittany didn't even know her name but she didn't care. They got into the bedroom and closed the door. Brittany pressed her into the door kissing her moving down to her neck sucking and nipping on her neck. She pulled the top off of the woman and noticed how beautiful her skin was. As long as they didn't look each other in the eyes she was fine.

Brittany went back to kissing and nipping on her neck whilst she unhooked the bra she had on throwing it onto the floor. Brittany pulled back looking at her breasts leaning down taking a nipple into her mouth. Fuck, her skin was perfect. She sucked harder and heard the woman moan under her. She sounded super sexy and couldn't help but notice the tone in her voice. She definitely recognized it but at this moment, it didn't matter too much. Brittany moved to suck on the other nipple before moving her hands down to the woman's jeans unbuttoning them pushing them down her legs cupping her ass. Seriously this woman was so toned. She loved it!

"So fucking sexy." Brittany mumbled moving down her body. She knew it was rushed and fast but that was why it was so hot.

She kissed down her body until she came to her underwear. She pushed it down and spread her legs. She smelt the woman's arousal straight away and dived in. She loved doing oral because she got to taste the person and everyone was different. Which is why she loved it so much. Brittany dived right into her entrance and melted when she heard the woman moan. God she sounded hot. Brittany continued to lick her pussy moving deeper inside the woman. She moved her thumb to her clit and moved it in small circles whilst the woman's hips bucked into her face. She moved her other hand to hold her hips still whilst she kept up with her tongue moving in and out of her pussy. She felt the woman's walls tighten around her tongue so she moved her thumb move faster and thrust her tongue faster until the woman moaned louder than before and came onto her tongue. She brought her down from her orgasm and moved up her body kissing her hard sliding her tongue between her lips so she could taste herself. The woman moaned in response which made Brittany smirk and pull away. But before she could look at her she turned her around pulling her back against her. God this was so hot. Brittany felt a tug on her hair which made her look up at the ceiling. She heard a voice in her ear.

"We're not done yet. You need to come don't you?" The woman whispered huskily. Talk about being turned on. No, she was more than turned on. She felt her pussy dripping in anticipation. "I can smell you already."

"Yes. Please make me come." Brittany begged looking at the ceiling. "Please."

The woman chuckled behind her pushing Brittany's pants down and moved her hands into her panties rubbing her pussy slowly.

"Spread your legs sweetie." The woman whispered which Brittany answered to by spreading her legs more.

Brittany thought that it would be them having sweet sex but boy was she wrong. The woman thrust two fingers straight into her pussy moving them fast. Brittany moaned loud straight away not being able to hold it in. Fuck, where was this woman from? She bucked her hips straight away which earnt her a slap on the ass hard.

"Don't move!" The woman ordered.

Brittany whimpered but nodded anyway trying her hardest to keep her head in the same position and her hips still. Which one was the hardest she didn't know. She kept as still as she could but the woman started moving deeper and faster which made the task at hand much more difficult.

"Please," Brittany begged panting and moaning whilst the woman behind her held her and fucked her. "I can't..."

"You can and you will. I'm in charge."

Brittany allowed the woman to continue. She kept up with the thrusting of her fingers and moved her thumb to her clit moving it around in circles. Brittany couldn't keep her moans in any longer. The faster and harder this woman fucked her, the faster her orgasm was building. She moaned and was on the edge of her orgasm but the woman behind her already knew.

"Come for me!" The woman ordered and that Brittany could do. She came hard over the woman's fingers and relied on her to keep her upright. Her cum fell down her legs once the woman pulled her fingers out. Okay she is talented. Definitely one of the bets fucks she has had. She felt the woman lead her to bed putting her under the covers in her underwear and joined her wearing the same thing with their clothes around the room. Brittany fell asleep that night with a smile on her face.

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><p>The next morning Brittany groaned. Her head was pounding after drinking the night before and she didn't have a clue where she was. She remembered coming back with a sexy woman after dancing with her and the kissing and sex were fantastic. She grabbed her phone and saw three messages. Two from Puck and one from Quinn. Trust her dad not to text her. She opened the messages up and read them half asleep.<p>

**From Puck: Where are you?**

**From Puck: Oh never mind I just saw you leave with a fucking stunning Latina. God how do you do it?! **

**From Quinn: Use protection babe ;) **

Well this woman must have been amazing for them to text her that. What was she saying? Course she was amazing. She fucked her last night and got fucked by her. What more could she ask for? Well she could have started with her name but they never got that far. Brittany turned her head to the side and looked at the back of the woman from the night before. She looked around and recognized where they were. Well she knew it was similar and the atmosphere felt like she had been here before. She noticed the woman starting to wake up. She looked so beautiful with her smooth caramel like skin and her beautiful black hair. The woman leant up and turned to look at her and the both of them froze gasping. No. This couldn't be happening.

"Santana?"

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	6. Chapter Six

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><p><span>Chapter Six<span>

Brittany and Santana stared at one another before Brittany stood up and pulled the sheets with her to keep herself covered up. Santana was the hot woman from last night? No. It can't be. Why didn't she recognize her voice? She would have stopped otherwise! Why the hell didn't she recognize the house since they were in their house? Okay, they hadn't been living here that long so it was possible that she wouldn't have recognized the house but her voice?! God she was stupid!

"Okay...we slept together." Brittany began still in shock.

"Yes we did and we will never talk about this again. Our parents can _never_ find out." Santana stated looking at the blonde standing up. "God why did we let this happen?!"

"Well we kind of danced together in a club then we kissed and then we kind of-" Brittany began but was stopped by Santana instantly.

"No I didn't mean what happened Brittany!"

Brittany mumbled looking at the floor. "Sorry."

"No I'm sorry." Santana sighed looking at the young girl. "This can never happen again, okay? It was a one night stand, that was it."

"Agreed."

Santana nodded looking up at the girl. "Well did you want to go back to your room now?"

Brittany snapped out of it and nodded throwing the covers back onto the bed over Santana. She looked for her clothes on the floor wondering where they got to. Brittany was utterly confused right now. She had no idea what was going on so she just walked back to her room and got underneath the covers. What had just happened? Brittany let her head lay down onto the pillow and she looked up at the ceiling. So she slept with Santana last night which meant that Santana must think she is attractive in some respect. She didn't get it. What was happening right now? Brittany shook her head and closed her eyes finally letting sleep overcome her.

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><p>Brittany heard a knock at the door. She groaned not wanting to wake up yet but this person was persistent and wasn't going away. She grumbled getting out of bed grabbing her robe and answered the door. She saw Puck standing there smirking at her. She rolled her eyes rubbing the sleep out of them as she walked into the bedroom.<p>

"It's early. What do you want?" Brittany groaned getting back under her bed covers.

"It's like 11 o'clock and you can't leave me out the details! You slept with that hot Latina right?" Puck asked with a smirk embedded on his face. "You can't say you didn't."

"Yeah I slept with her. We had sex and I left this morning. Happy?" Brittany admitted putting my face back into the pillow. It wasn't technically a lie in some way because they did have sex and she did leave her room this morning.

"Awesome! I totally want details!"

"Okay who let you in this morning?!" She asked looking at him. "Was it my dad?"

"Actually, it was Santana. She was downstairs and told me where your room was."

Wait. Santana let Puck in? Why would she do that when she doesn't even like him? Brittany shook my head getting her thoughts away from her. She felt weak around her. She was the one in charge and Brittany didn't like that. She was always in charge and now suddenly Santana is? That's not on and she doesn't like it. Fucking change.

"Weird. Must be in a good mood today."

"Must be. I bet she would even go for me." He said winking at me. Brittany laughed and threw a pillow at him.

"As if she would go for you. You irritate her."

Puck gasped in fake shock. "Me? Why would I irritate her? I am such a lovely human being."

Brittany laughed shaking her head in amusement. She was glad she had someone like Puck as a friend. It meant a lot saying that she left all of her old friends behind. Even thought the people she hung around with now weren't her old friends, they were people she knew she would learn to trust. She had to give them time so she could adjust to them but she knew she'd be able to. Well eventually anyway.

"So I was thinking we could go to the mall and check out some hot chicks. Maybe make out with a few. What do you say?"

Brittany smirked. "I'm so in."

"Awesome!" Puck grinned fist pumping the air.

Brittany laughed shaking her head. "Okay so I'll meet you at the mall. I just need to get ready then we can go."

"That's cool. I'll meet you there."

"I'll see you in a bit."

Brittany watched as Puck walked out of her bedroom and sighed. She was still confused over what happened that morning which really got to her head. She decided to go downstairs for some breakfast and try to forget about everything. She walked into the kitchen and put some toast on when she saw everyone sitting at the table but she stayed stood up ignoring what the rest of them were doing. She saw some water in the kettle so she pressed the button down to boil it again whilst she waited for her toast to pop up in the toaster.

"Brittany, come and sit down with everyone please." Paul requested turning to look at her.

"No I don't want to."

"Brittany, we all sit together so just come and sit down with everyone whist you wait. And you didn't need to boil the kettle. It was already hot."

"I don't want to!" Brittany snapped turning around away from her father. God why did he have to start this now? She heard her dad stand up so she turned around and glared at him.

"Sit down at the table! You know full well we always sit down together to eat breakfast at the table, now sit down!" Paul ordered looking at his daughter.

"Honey it's fine, don't worry." Maribel tried to reason seeing the anger in Brittany's face but Paul was having none of it. He knew Brittany liked to challenge him but he wasn't going to lose. Not this time. "Sit down at the table! Why can't you just do as you're told for once?!"

"Because I don't want to sit down at the fucking table, dad! Stop telling me what to do!" Brittany yelled pushing him away from her moving to get her toast that had popped out of the toaster. She buttered it and made her drink after the kettle had boiled and pushed past her dad walking up to her room. Paul looked at his fiancée and sighed sitting down.

"I don't know how to control her." Paul admitted moving his hands over his face sighing hearing Brittany slam the door upstairs. "I don't like yelling at her but what more can I do? I try and keep calm but she just pushes me too far so we end up yelling at each other. What kind of relationship is that?"

"I know it's hard but with what she has it will be difficult." Maribel explained rubbing his back looking at him. "Does she take medication?"

Paul shakes his head in response. He tried getting her to take medication but she didn't like it. She started to kick off more when they did have medication and he does keep trying every once in a while but now he has gotten to the point where he just avoids confrontation. It gets to him all the time because they don't have that loving father and daughter relationship that he wants. And ever since his wife passed away, things just got worse.

"I try but she refuses. She says nothing is wrong with her so she doesn't need to take medication, but deep down she must know something is wrong, right?" He asked looking at his fiancé with a worried look upon his face. "She must know that the way she is, is different to other people her age. I went to a doctor and all they said was that she's just being a teenager and gave me the medication to give to her to help with her anger but she doesn't want it."

"I'm sure she does know but she might be just in denial over it."

"I know." Paul sighed nodding his head. "I just wish her mother was here. Brittany argued a lot with her just as much as me but she could calm her down faster."

Maribel nodded. It wasn't surprising that Brittany had a favorite parent since all children will but she could see the stress it was putting on Paul and how he was coping with it. She could tell it was affecting him greatly and it made her wonder if he even knew what was wrong.

"Do you actually know what is wrong with her or are you just going on what I told you about what I think it is? I mean have you taken her to an actual professional, not just a doctor?" She asked curiously. Paul looked at her then looked back down looking at his hands which told Maribel a lot. "Okay, first things first. You need to get Brittany checked out. She deserves to know just as much as you. It will be confusing for her. She's fifteen years old and it is affecting her schooling."

"It is affecting everything." Paul told her taking a gulp of his coffee then putting it down looking at her. "I know but she won't. If she doesn't take the prescribed medication from the doctor now, then she won't if she gets some from another professional."

"We don't know that she will need it. Come on. We'll look up somewhere to take her to get her checked out. Someone must have an answer right?"

Paul nodded and sighed leaning his head on his fiancée's shoulder. It was so stressful looking after her and all he wanted to do was have a better relationship with her but right now, it just wasn't possible since Brittany didn't want to hear it. Santana was sat watching the couple feeling out of place. What was going on with Brittany? She saw Brittany kick off and it wasn't like a usual argument. It was different. Santana continued to finish her breakfast before getting up and walking into her room to do some research of her own.

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><p>Later on Brittany met Puck at the mall. They were currently sat on a bench checking out the women that they see. Brittany was still mad at her dad from that morning. He was always winding her up and it pissed her off to no end but he was her dad at the same time. Shouldn't he be the one that doesn't yell and trying to make her calm down? It always got to the point where they were yelling at each other so things always escalated and got worse. She wasn't even in the mood to look at women now after that, so after getting bored she got up and walked through the mall. Puck called her then ran after her catching her up.<p>

"Britt, what are you doing?"

"Got bored." Brittany shrugged in response looking around the mall trying to find something to do. "Plus dad pissed me off this morning so I'm distracted now."

"Well how about we go to a game shop to find a game to buy and play at mine?" Puck suggested so Brittany nodded and followed him to the game shop. What else were they meant to do? Brittany followed him into the shop and walked around whilst Puck got engrossed in looking at certain games. She looked around looking at a few DVD cases then walked to Puck.

"Found anything good?"

"Hell yes! There's this new game out called The Last Of Us and it's specifically for the PS3 and I have that so got to get it! Brittany shook her head in amusement and watched as he got it and paid for it.

Brittany loved playing video games and she did have a PS3 and an Xbox back home. Probably how she got so bad grades. She usually played it until she got bored before moving on to do something else. One thing she did love to do was dance. She hadn't done it since her mom died but she still loved it. It was the one thing she was probably good at as well as playing the guitar. She could sing but not as well as she could dance. She followed Puck out of the shop and decided to walk out of the mall.

"Where to now?" Puck asked. Brittany looked at him and smirked.

"I have an idea."

When Puck heard Brittany say that he didn't expect them to be now standing on top of a ledge with a lake below them. It didn't exactly look safe either. He was quite nervous and he wasn't usually scared of anything. Well he wasn't scared as such, just worried for his safety. They must be a few feet in the air at least.

"What are we doing exactly?" Puck asked the blonde glancing her way. "We're not jumping in are we?"

"Course we are. I want something fun to do and this is fun!" Brittany answered and smirked seeing how nervous he looked. "You scared Puckerman?"

"What? No! I just don't think this is a very good idea for having fun. What about the cinema?"

"Pfft, no. I'd get bored. Come on, if I can do it so can you. I'll even go first to make you feel better."

Brittany stripped down to her underwear and looked down at the lake. It was pretty deep and she had been here before. It looked awesome and she had always wanted to try it so what better time than now? She turned to Puck and raised her eyebrow seeing he was still fully clothed.

"You're such a wimp, Puckerman." Brittany said rolling her eyes. "Fine. I'll go alone."

Before Puck could say another word Brittany jumped off of the ledge and landed in the lake. Puck ran to the edge and looked down to make sure the blonde was okay. He did always act like a badass, well because he was, but he did care about his friends and he didn't want her to get hurt or anything. He sighed in relief when he saw her head pop up out of the water.

"You coming down or what?" Brittany shouted up to him but Puck shook his head. He liked a challenge but that is bloody insane. He wasn't crazy and he wasn't going to risk his life like that. How Brittany could do it was beyond him. He shook his head standing up watching Brittany get out of the lake and start to walk up to where he was. How could she have done that exactly?

Brittany walked up to him and got her clothes putting them back on looking at him with a smirk plastered on her face. He had totally wimped out and to her, it was hilarious. She poked him in the chest. "You are such a wimp."

"I am not a wimp! I'm just not bloody crazy!"

Brittany let out a laugh and walked away from the edge walking ahead hearing Puck walk after her to catch up. Brittany felt so alive doing things like that. She loved a challenge and she never turned down one either. She just loved adventure and trying new things and just general excitement. She looked towards Puck and saw how nervous he was. She didn't get why he didn't but it was probably weird to others how adventurous she actually was. Her parents used to tell her how much she scared them when she jumped off of things when she grew up.

"You are crazy Brittany Pierce." Puck told her shaking his head but then laughed nudging her shoulder with his. "But I admire you for that."

Brittany smiled and walked with Puck to his house and decided to join in playing the game he bought. She knew later on she had to talk to her dad about what happened this morning but she could deal with that later. Now, it was about having fun. Plus she wanted to get the moment this morning from her head so she couldn't be turned on by it so she used video games as an excuse to forget. Well, until she next needs a smoke.

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><p>Paul put the phone down and walked to where his fiancé was. He had just gotten off the phone with the receptionist to a clinic he had looked up. He wanted to help his daughter in any way he could and even though he knew Brittany probably wouldn't agree, he'll drag her there if he has to. He walks into their bedroom and sits down next to her on the bed.<p>

"What did they say?" Maribel asked putting her book down to look at the man beside her.

"They told me that they have an appointment next week. It's on Thursday at 10am and I agreed, but now I have to get Brittany to attend." Paul explained moving his fingers to his temples moving them in circles. "How I am going to get her to attend is beyond me."

"Well just start with talking. I know it seems like a simple answer but it's what you need to start with. Just sit her down and tell her about it and if she refuses we'll have to get her to go some other way." The Latina told him taking his hand. "I'll be here through it all. You know that, right?"

Paul smiled at Maribel. She was right and he was glad he had her to look to when he was struggling. He was definitely better now he had her to help and support him through this. He always got stressed when he couldn't handle Brittany and once her mother die, he struggled even more but now he had support again. He felt like such a terrible father not being able to control her or have a good relationship with her but they both needed the good relationship. He knew that Brittany wanted it just as much as he did.

"I know and I am so grateful darling." Paul said looking at his fiancée smiling. "I couldn't do this without you. It just gets to me and then I stress out and-" But Maribel interrupted before he could say any more kissing him on the lips softly before pulling away cupping his cheeks.

"You are doing the best you can and I want you to know that through it all, I will be by your side. You can talk to me whenever you need me and I will be right here."

Paul smiled and wrapped his arms around her and sighed in happiness laying with the woman on the bed. He knew he deserved to be happy and that the family deserved to be happy so the only way that would happen was by Brittany getting help and finding out what was really going on with her. Susan always told Brittany how special she was which is why she was different and Paul believed it. Brittany was special but he was worried that Brittany still didn't believe it sometimes. He had letters back from the school in the past telling him about the disruptive behavior in lessons and he knew that Brittany just thought she was a bad person, but it wasn't true. But how would Brittany know that if he never told her?

He heard the door open and close downstairs. Maribel looked at him and nodded knowing what he wanted to do so he got up and walked downstairs and saw Brittany walking in putting her stuff down. They both of them looked at one another but didn't say anything. Brittany had no idea what she wanted to say because he was the one who yelled at her so why should she apologize? Paul looked at his daughter and was thinking the exact same. He was the adult so he should probably apologize but he didn't understand why Brittany couldn't just do as she was told but he couldn't say that. He already felt awful for thinking it. Brittany was different and they both knew it, but where do they go from here?

"Brittany, it was inappropriate what happened this morning. When I ask you to do something then you need to do what I say." Paul began looking at Brittany who just looked uninterested. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you but it just frustrates me how you don't listen to me."

"I don't listen because I don't like you telling me what to do." Brittany responded shrugging her shoulders walking into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Paul followed and watched. "I don't like being told what to do or having to sit at the table. Not my fault if you don't listen to me."

"I do listen to you."

"No you don't. You stopped being interested the moment mom died." Brittany said looking at her father. It was how he felt so why should she lie? "You can't handle me any more and we both know that, so why don't we just do ourselves a favor and just get on with our own lives. It's a lot easier."

"I'm your father Brittany and it really frustrates me when you just downright ignore me." Paul argued looking at Brittany. "I want a good relationship with you and I know you do too."

"Dad just stay out of my life, okay?" Brittany said raising her voice a little. This is why she gets annoyed at him. He never listens to what she wants! "You don't care and I realize that now. When mom died you couldn't handle it since I went off and did a bunch of things like drinking and smoking. You didn't like that but I didn't see you try and stop me either."

"Brittany I care about you! I love you and I always will. I know that this change is hard but we will get through it. You can always come to me." Paul assured looking at Brittany with a smile on his face. "I want to help you."

"I don't need your help!" Brittany snapped putting the glass down. "So just leave me alone dad, okay?!"

Paul sighed watching his daughter push past him going upstairs. He knew it wasn't going to end up well which is why they needed help now. He decided to clean up the glass, switch all the lights off downstairs and lock the door walking upstairs to his fiancée. Maribel looked at him when he came through the bedroom door. He laid back down and got comfortable when they both heard Brittany's door slam. The couple looked at one another and knew exactly what the other one was thinking. Brittany's behavior was probably going to get worse before it gets any better.

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	7. Chapter Seven

**Disclaimer: I Don't Own Glee**

**Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it :)**

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><p>Brittany wasn't usually one to stay in bed unless she had gone to bed late previously. She liked being up and about doing something. Her parents hated it when she was a child since it meant one of them had to get to bed early so they would have enough energy to wake up with her. She liked waking up early since she wanted to explore the world and you can't do that if you're in bed. Brittany walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Her father was always awake since he always thought she'd destroy the kitchen but she was surprised when it wasn't her father but Santana.<p>

"Morning."

Brittany turned around after boiling the kettle. She was surprised that Santana even acknowledged her to be fair so it was a surprise that she had made the effort to start conversation. Plus after what had happened between them on a night out it was weird to acknowledge each other. It wasn't like she couldn't but it was just that it was easier to just ignore each other.

"What do you want Santana? Dad got you to check on me?" Brittany asked annoyed. She knew her dad would do something along those lines.

"Well he had to go to work and just wanted to make sure you didn't destroy the kitchen." Santana replied shrugging her shoulders taking a sip of her drink.

Brittany rolled her eyes. Why couldn't he just trust her for once in his life? Where the hell did he have to go so early anyway? He never started work early so unless he was planning something he had no reason to be gone before 8 o'clock. Yeah knowing him he probably was planning something which meant it would be something I don't like. Perfect.

"Nice of him." She responded turning her back to the woman. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"I go to school just like you, so hurry up. Your dad wants me to take you." Santana said standing up picking her bag up. "I'm not being late because of you."

"Don't tell me what to do Santana. I'll get ready in my own time thank you." Brittany argued rolling her eyes.

"God just hurry up." Santana walked out the room before Brittany could say another word. She sighed and drank her drink walking upstairs to get changed. Why did her dad have to do this to her? Now she would have to pretend that she was actually grateful to Santana for the lift. Not that she was since she was only grateful for things when she asked for them which is usually never. Who was Santana talking to her like that anyway? She doesn't tell her what to do nor does anybody. Brittany decided to get dressed and walk downstairs and into the car where the Latina was waiting for her.

"Aren't you gonna lock the front door?" Santana asked looking at her. Brittany shook her head.

"I don't know how to do that. Dad never showed me for this house so." Brittany shrugged and watched Santana sigh annoyed and bet out of the car to lock the door. She smirked in amusement watching her walk back to the car getting in and driving off. Pissing her off was quite funny and she enjoyed it just like she did with anyone. She didn't want to tease her too much since she did like her somewhat but it was still funny to watch. Her car was really nice as well.

"You really are a piece of work Brittany." Santana sighed stopping at a traffic light.

"What? You don't like it? I find it amusing." Brittany responded smirking at her. "Thought you'd feel the same."

"Of course I don't feel the same. Who would?!"

She shrugs her shoulders putting her feet up. "Dunno. Just me probably."

"Put your feet down. I don't need mud on my car thank you." Santana ordered looking at the blonde. When she saw she wasn't moving she decided to push her feet down and continues to drive. "Just do what you're asked."

"Maybe next time you should ask a bit nicer. Or maybe you shouldn't because it wouldn't make a difference to me." Brittany glared looking out of the window. "And stop treating me like a child. I'm not a child."

"Then stop acting like one!" Santana snapped and pared the car at the school. She turned to Brittany and noticed her facial expression change. Was she sad? She knew she probably went too far but she is terrible when she loses her temper. She reaches over and puts her hand on the blonde's leg just to get it pushed away again. "Brittany I didn't-"

"You're just like my dad. Treating me like a fucking child. Have you ever considered that this isn't my fault?!" Brittany asked snapping at her unbuckling her seatbelt then shook her head glaring at her. "Yeah. Just like everyone else."

Before Santana could say another word Brittany got out grabbing her bag before slamming the car door walking up to the school. She didn't need to put up with people like her making her feel like a child. She knew she had something wrong with her but she didn't want to accept it. This was her life so why should she go around having something wrong with her? Why did she have to be like this? Brittany stormed through the hallway pushing people out of the way when they came near her. She walked up to her locker and got the things out that she needed and slammed it close. Brittany went to move when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around pushing the hand off her when she saw it was Puckerman.

"Woah what's wrong?" Puck asked concerned noting her pissed off look.

"None of your fucking business, alright?" Brittany snapped and turned around walking down the corridor but unfortunately for her, Puck wasn't giving up.

"No, not just alright. I'm your friend and I want to help you. You must have pushed over at least four freshman just by going to your locker." Puck said catching up walking beside her.

"I don't care. They shouldn't have gotten in my way!" Brittany argued clenching her fists. "And you should just leave me alone."

"I'm not leaving you to go on a rage! Come on lets go calm you down." Puck offered but Brittany was having none of it. She had every right to express how she is feeling just like everyone else.

"Just fuck off and leave me alone." Brittany demanded and stormed off away from him and everyone else. She knew he was just trying to help but help wasn't what she needed right now. She needed answers and she wasn't getting any. She had always had a temper even as a child but now it was just getting worse.

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><p>Paul arrived at home after meeting with someone about Brittany. They did have a meeting next week but after he talked to a friend at work about her, she gave him advice on going to see another person to get some advice. He didn't know how to handle her and the meeting would help the both of them to feel better connected with one another. The both of them needed that so the relationship between them could improve. He knew Brittany didn't respect him and he needed to discipline her so she knew that what she did came with a consequence. He wasn't sure how it would play out but he had to try. Paul sighed and sat down putting his face in his hands. It was a struggle having Brittany as a child without knowing exactly what was wrong but he wouldn't trade her for anyone. He loved her and he wanted a closer relationship but because of how the way she is, it is hard for him.<p>

He stood up and looked at a picture of the both of them when she was younger. She was around thirteen years old and it was just before Susan died. That was a time where things were simpler but he wasn't going to complain because you don't get anything easy in life. He knew that and he wouldn't give up on her. He couldn't.. She needed him even if she didn't admit it and kept her feelings bottled up. He sighed when he heard the door open and close. He saw Brittany standing there throwing her bag down.

"Brittany you should be at school."

"I'm pissed off dad so I don't want to be there." Brittany argued looking at her dad.

Paul sighed and nodded his head not wanting to cause more arguments. He knew her anger was beyond what it should be for a girl her age but what could he do? Neither of them knew what was wrong and Maribel only had a slight idea by observing her often throughout the day.

"Brittany could you sit down? I want a quick word and after you can do what you want." Paul asked his daughter. "Please."

Brittany looked at her dad then nodded sitting down looking at him. "What is it?"

"Sweetie I know things are hard right now and I'm sure with the way you are anyway it makes things harder but I was wondering if you would come and see a man with me next week? He might be able to find out what is going on." He asked looking at Brittany awaiting an answer.

Brittany looked back at her father not knowing what to say. She knew something was wrong and had known since she was in middle school. She acted differently to the other kids and it's not like she meant it but it just happened. She sometimes liked being different but sometimes it was a pain in the ass. She sighed running her fingers through her hair nodding.

"Okay, I'll come with you." Brittany agreed. "But he better have something good to say and not say it's my fault because it's not."

"I know it's not your fault honey and neither will this man. He specializes in things like this and I have heard he is really good."

Brittany stood up nodding. "Alright I'll go. So can I go now?"

Paul nodded watching Brittany walk past him picking her bag up walking up to her room. It was a start and that was something in his books. Since that was done he decided to go to the kitchen and call his fiancée to tell him about the success of Brittany going to the appointment.

Brittany walked into her room throwing her bag down laying down on the bed. She was glad she wasn't at school because she didn't want anyone bothering her. Santana stepped over the line and she was not going to let it go either. She liked Santana, of course she did, but she didn't like being insulted either and no hot girl was going to change that either. She got her books out of her bag putting them in her school book drawer so her bag was now empty and was able to be used in case she needed it. She sighed looking up at the ceiling. What would this man say about what was going on with her? Well she would find out when they go next week.

Brittany heard her phone go off whilst she was thinking to herself. She thought that it might be Puck or Quinn asking where she was. She picked her phone up clicking the home button to show the screen and saw Santana had text her. When did they even exchange numbers? Brittany slid her thumb across the screen to look at the message.

**From Santana: Hey, you alright? I'm sorry for earlier. Puck told me how upset and pissed off you were over it. Are you at home?**

Brittany sighed. Should she reply? She didn't particularly want to but it was probably best if she did so she wasn't being rude. She didn't usually care but this was Santana. She decided to reply.

**To Santana: Yes you did upset me and I did get pissed off with you but it doesn't matter. I calmed down now. I am at home yeah. Why? **

**From Santana: Can I come into your room? I came home for lunch so we could talk. **

Brittany looked at the message surprised. It wasn't lunch time already was it? Or was that Santana saying she was home for lunch but actually for a different reason? God women are confusing at times. Well she might as well let Santana explain herself right? It was only fair.

**To Santana: Alright you can come up here. I'm in my room **

She put her phone down after sending the message then heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She was waiting downstairs as she text her? Well at least she didn't just barge into her room. That would have been worse. Brittany continued to lay on her bed and look at the ceiling when her door opened. She knew who it was so she didn't bother looking at the door. She heard the door close again and footsteps across the floor then finally her bed dip slightly as Santana sat down.

"Hey." Santana greeted with a whisper slightly in her voice.

"Hi."Brittany responded looking at the Latina in front of her. "What do you want?"

"Brittany I am really sorry about this morning. I was out of line and I didn't even mean what I said." Santana began starting to ramble slightly but lucky for her, she found it cute. "You don't act like a child at all and I was just stressing over a test I had this morning and I took it out on you so for that, I'm sorry."

Brittany nodded her head. "I know you're sorry Santana but it still doesn't excuse you for what you said. I already feel like a child because of my dad so I would appreciate it if you didn't treat me the same."

Santana nodded her head. She didn't mean to make Brittany feel bad but it just slipped out. She couldn't even concentrate on the test she had this morning because of it. She did the best she could but still. She looked up at Brittany noticing the hurt in her eyes and nodded her head.

"I understand. Ca you forgive me?" Santana asked hoping she would. Brittany looked at Santana for a few minutes before nodding her head.

"Yes, I'll forgive you," Brittany said nodding looking at Santana. "But since you owe me you are going to sit and watch a movie with me."

Santana sighed in relief then smiled nodding her head. "I don't mind doing that. What do you want to watch?" She asked watching as Brittany got up to walk towards her DVD cabinet.

"Hmm we could watch Fast and Furious if you're into that." Brittany suggested. Truth was she knew she wouldn't watch it so the movie needed to be something Santana would enjoy. Plus, she did like Fast and Furious too.

"Yeah I'm fine with that."

Brittany smiled hearing Santana's agreement so she got the DVD out and put it into the side of the tv where the DVD slot was and turned it on. After grabbing the remote she sat down next to Santana leaning against the headboard. She pressed play once the menu came on and the movie began. Santana turned her head to look at the tv but Brittany decided to keep her eyes on the woman next to her. It wasn't very often she got to have Santana in her bed so she was going to enjoy it. She looked at the girl beside her and smiled. The way she always seemed to look perfect, the way her hair flowed over her shoulders, the way she smiled and the way she was apologizing for hurting her earlier just made her all the more amazing.

Santana felt eyes on her and she couldn't help but feel good about it. She had been watched by girlfriends in the past but it never felt this good. She felt her whole body warm up but she didn't want Brittany to know she had noticed. The girl seemed to be enjoying looking at her and she didn't want to embarrass her by looking at her. She couldn't even focus on the movie but she was glad. Santana smiled to herself looking at the tv.

"You're staring."

"What? No I'm not." Brittany argued blushing looking away.

"I don't mind you looking. It's nice to know you think I'm attractive." Santana responded smirking looking at Brittany. "But then again, I know that after that night."

Brittany stared at her. She hadn't forgotten that night after all and even though she knew in a way that Santana hadn't forgotten, it's the first time Brittany's heard her bring it up in conversation since it happened. She blushed thinking about that night looking down at her fingers then a finger tilted her head up. She looked at her curiously.

"Do you think I'm attractive Brittany?" Santana asked looking straight into her eyes.

Brittany felt her heart beat faster. How does this woman get to her so much? And to think she doesn't generally do well at forming relationships with people. But Santana is different and she had known this ever since they met or as she remembers, from when she saw her walk out of her car from her bedroom window. Brittany felt her head slowly move up and down nodding in response to Santana's question.

"Yes." Brittany breathed out looking right into Santana's eyes which, frankly, couldn't be helped with Santana looking back at her with an intense look in her eye.

"That's good because..." Santana began moving her lips up to Brittany's ear whispering huskily into it. "...I think you're attracted too."

That was when her heart stopped. Brittany had never felt so turned on and attracted to a woman more than she had right now. How could Santana be so adorable one minute then totally blowing her away with how sexy she is the next. Santana had never mentioned once about her finding her attractive, but now here they are telling each other that they actually do find each other attractive. Brittany's mind was most definitely confused over the situation.

"R-Really?" Brittany asked shakily looking at the Latina not sure if it is a dream or if she actually is awake. Brittany sees Santana nod and realizes she is actually awake. Fucking hell, Santana Lopez actually finds her attractive.

"Yeah I mean have you looked in the mirror lately? You're bloody gorgeous." Santana said complementing the blonde beside her.

Brittany blushed looking at the bed covers then up at the tv. How could this girl just make her blush like she is doing? It's never happened before and here she was blushing like a tomato. She tried to concentrate on the movie but even that proved to be difficult

"Thank you." Brittany said nodding looking at the tv.

"You're welcome."

Santana lifted her hand and moved Brittany's hair out of her face. She wasn't going to deny that she found Brittany attractive but what was an issue was their parents were getting married. The both of them couldn't just start whatever it is that this was. It was difficult but Santana knew she couldn't resist for much longer and without her knowing, Brittany was thinking the same thing.

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><p>The pair of them were around 15 minutes into the movie when Santana felt fingers start to trail up her arm. It sent shivers down her spine but it felt good nonetheless. She kept her eyes on the tv trying not to give in to the touches which Santana found was very hard. She wanted nothing more than to push Brittany down and kiss the living daylight out of her but she couldn't. Not with her mom getting married to her fiancé. She wouldn't do that to her. Brittany, however, was thinking the opposite. She wanted to kiss her again. She had loved it when they first did it and now Santana was coming onto her? Well that is definitely a confidence boost in itself. Brittany moved closer to her and pushed her hand on Santana's chest sp she laid down on the bed.<p>

"Brittany what-?" Santana began but didn't have a chance to finish because Brittany's lips were on hers. He really shouldn't be doing this but it felt too good to be wrong. Her lips were just perfect and she felt like she could kiss them all day.

Brittany started to move her lips and Santana's moved along with hers. It felt so good and even though in the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't be doing this, she couldn't stop it. Santana didn't want to stop it and yes she had told the blonde before that it couldn't happen again, she knew she would be going back on her word. She moved her hands up Brittany's sides and moved one hand up to thread her fingers of one hand through the blonde hair and her other arm wrapped around her waist. She felt her stomach going crazy and Brittany was not helping the situation.

Brittany was loving what they were doing. Santana's lips felt so soft and the way she was responding to the kiss meant she wanted it as much as she did. It wasn't just her going after her but the woman below her wanted to kiss her just as much. It felt amazing to have someone like Santana liking her. Their lips moved together like they were supposed to and that was the amazing thing about it. It felt...right. Brittany slowly pulled away and looked down at Santana.

"Wow. You really kiss good." Brittany said with a smile upon her face. "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by doing that but by the way that you kissed me back, I'd say that you enjoyed it just as much as I did."

Santana nodded in reply not knowing what else to say. She was still in a state of shock over the kiss and how amazing it felt to kiss her. She shouldn't feel like this but how could she go back to feeling like she was just a friend to her when she knew that Brittany was a lot more than just a friend. It was not a good thing to be thinking about but what could she do really? There was no doubt that Brittany was attractive; anyone with eyes could see that. She was just the lucky one that Brittany liked.

"I...I liked it. I mean yeah I liked it a lot and I know I said that this couldn't happen again but since it has, I'm not sure I can stay away." Santana confessed looking down then back up at Brittany who was looking at her with a grin on her face. It was adorable.

"Then don't. I don't want you to stay away either so don't stay away. Just stay with me." Brittany stated with a smile upon her face. "I like you Santana and I know you like me too."

Santana nodded not wanting to make an argument against it. She was right. They both liked each other so why should they try and stay away from one another? Santana smiled and nodded pulling her back down kissing her again. It felt so good to be kissing her. Brittany smiled into the kiss cupping Santana's cheek whilst kissing her. It felt amazing just to feel Santana kissing her back and not pushing her away like she imagined would happen so she was very happy when she didn't do that.

The both of them had been kissing each other for a few minutes when they heard footsteps come up the stairs and a knock on Brittany's door. They both pulled away quickly and sat on the bed so it didn't look too obvious. Santana turned her head to the tv so it looked like they had been watching that instead of what they were actually doing. Brittany just sat there looking at the door.

"Who is it?" Brittany asked.

"It's dad. Listen I'm going to the store. You want anything?" Paul asked through the door. Brittany didn't feel like getting up to open it so it would have to do.

"Not that I know of," Brittany responded until she heard Santana whisper that she wants some chocolate then spoke again. "Apart from some chocolate."

"Alright I'll get you some whilst I'm out. See you soon. Don't touch anything that isn't yours."

"I don't touch anything that isn't mine unless it's yours and I need to use it." Brittany argued moving her hand to Santana's playing with her fingers.

"Well don't. I don't need another laptop broken." Paul argued back with a sigh in his voice.

"That was one time! God can't believe you are still holding that over me." Brittany mumbles looking down at Santana's hand. She heard her dad laugh from the other side of the door.

"Alright I'll see you later." Paul said and walked away from the door walking back downstairs.

"Thanks for the chocolate Britt. I was going to get some myself but since he's going already I thought, why not?" Santana said with a smile on her face.

"No problem it's fine. I would rather he go buy you chocolate than come into my room." Brittany said with a laugh in her voice. "Anyway I didn't want him seeing is in here."

Santana smiled and nodded looking back at the film but what she had noticed is Brittany only seemed to manage watching some of it before her eyes seemed to drift away from the tv to look at either her phone or her fingers. She seemed to not be able to focus for very long but maybe that was just because she couldn't handle a movie for very long. Santana had noticed a lot of things about the blonde that was different. She seemed to have quite a temper on her which was unusual for someone who looked quite calm from the outside. Brittany seemed to do drugs and drink alcohol a lot even though she was way too young to be doing that stuff. Especially at her age. Well the drinking was one thing that most young people did at her age, but drugs was quite unusual. She also didn't seem to care for a lot of friends. Okay, that wasn't exactly unusual but everyone loves having friends and Brittany didn't seem excited about the concept apart from her close friends. Now it didn't seem like Brittany had the ability to concentrate on simple tasks. She had no idea what could be causing this but hopefully sooner or later it would be sorted.

"You want to do something else?" Santana asks looking at Brittany. "You don't seem to be paying attention to the movie."

"Oh, sorry about that. I get bored easily I guess." Brittany shrugged looking back at her phone. "I don't mind what we do."

Santana nodded and looked around the room which didn't give her that much inspiration really. "Well there isn't much to do in here so we could just go out if you want."

"We can yeah." Brittany answered grinning at the idea getting up out of bed. "We can go for a walk around or go to the park."

Santana nodded and watched Brittany get ready to go out. She had never noticed this but she was incredibly cute when she was excited over something. God away from that. Not like they could ever be together but she could enjoy this whilst it lasted until her mom and Paul got married. Might not be long but better than nothing and she couldn't stay away from her anymore. It may not have been long since she said that but she didn't care. She wasn't going to waste any more time and even though she had to do this all in secret, she couldn't imagine being away from the blonde anymore.

"You ready to go?" Brittany asked walking towards her. Santana nodded standing up.

"I'm ready."

The pair of them walked out of the bedroom then out of the house. Even though it was harder to pretend to just be soon-to-be-sisters, it was nice to spend some time out of the house and even with Santana's urge to hold the blonde's hand and the feeling deep inside her that she shouldn't feel like this, the day was turning out to be perfect.

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	8. Chapter Eight

**Disclaimer: I Don't Own Glee. Glee Belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox.**

**Hey guys. I know it has been a while but I'm just starting to get back into the story so my apologies for neglecting it. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry that it's not that long but I'll make them longer as time goes on. I know someone write about it being a lot Brittany based so I tried to sort that out so you get more into other characters. Hopefully I did alright. Hope you enjoy it :)**

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><p>Sitting inside waiting to talk to someone she didn't know wasn't something Brittany wanted to do but at least it got her out of school. She had no idea who this man was and, frankly, the only reason she was here was because her dad wanted her to see someone and she didn't want him bugging her about it. She knew something wasn't right but that didn't make her abnormal. Don't teachers say that what makes you different makes you special or something like that? Her mother had told her when she was younger that she was special so that was what she went on. She wasn't 'naughty' like people told her often at school and like they did in middle school. They just didn't understand which was why maybe seeing someone who understood would help.<p>

She had text Puck about where she was in case someone asked then Santana knew as well. She knew the teachers knew about their parents getting married but that was only because Santana had mentioned it to them. She couldn't help but be infatuated by her. She was just someone she couldn't get out of her mind and now that they had kissed and slept together, it made it even harder. Yesterday had been a good day. They had gone to the park then just sat on the grass and talked. They should have been in school generally but they had been more interested in one another to care but she could never tell her dad that. How could she tell her father that she had slept and kissed her soon to be step sister? It wouldn't go down well that's for sure. Santana had even said to her that morning after they did sleep together that they couldn't say anything and she was right. They couldn't or it'd break them and she was not about to stand in the way of his happiness. He already had trouble with her.

Brittany was looking around the waiting room looking at all of the other people who were there. Some looked really odd and some looked normal then there were some who looked terrified and didn't wanna be there at all. She'd fall into that category if she was scared, which she wasn't She just didn't want to be there. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket so she got her phone out looking at who it was. I was Santana so she looked at her dad who seemed too invested in his paper to pay attention to her so she opened the message up and read it.

**From Santana: Hey you :) Hope things go well today. Try to not get too pissed at the person. It is their job after all to find out what is going on inside your head to cause all the anger and stuff. I'll miss you at school but I'll see you later :) xx **

Brittany let a smile form on her face. It was nice to know Santana was still thinking about her over all of the other things she could be worrying about such as school or girls. She knew it was possible for Santana to find another girl but it wasn't like she wanted her to find one either. She wanted to be the person who was enough for her but that wasn't logical. Santana had other friends from school and even though she had never met any of them, she knew she had friends. She saw her around school with a group of girls and sometimes boys so she was obviously popular in her year. Not that Brittany cared or anything.

She stood up and started walking around not being able to sit down any longer. Where the hell was the doctor? She was supposed to have an appointment at 10 wasn't she? Brittany turned to the clock and saw the hand pointing at 10 and groaned in frustration.

"Dad it is 10 o'clock. He should be here now!"

Paul sighed looking up from his paper knowing that the attitude was going to start at some point. "Brittany, sweetie, its only just turned 10 o'clock and he might have another patient in there."

"But he said 10 o'clock so why say that time when he can't even keep to it?" Brittany asked complaining kicking the chair that was near her folding her arms.

"Brittany, don't do this now."Paul pleaded with his daughter. "We're in public so try and not lash out."

"He's the one who is late dad, not me. I'm here!"

Her dad sighed and nodded. "Yes and you're also making a scene in the waiting room."

Before Brittany could respond a man walked out of a room and called out her name. Brittany walked to the room and sits down on the sofa with her dad sitting beside her. No matter what the man was going to say to her she would always think about what her mom told her about being special. It[s all she wanted to think about but she also knew she had to try and keep her anger inside of her. Santana wanted that and so did her dad. She needed to try so that was exactly what she was going to do. Her heart skipped a beat when the man walked in sitting down across from them. God, what she would give to be anywhere but here.

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Santana was currently sat in her AP English class writing a paper on a book she was currently studying in the lesson. She knew that she needed to get the highest marks she could so she would be satisfied with herself. She might as well put everything into her work so she can come out with a grade she is around of and not one she is disappointed in. She'd rather have the proud of option so she could make her mother proud and she also believed that her father would be if she was here. Since she met Brittany her grades have been slipping slightly since she was all she could think about even though she shouldn't even be thinking of the girl like that. Sure she was attractive and yeah she had already had dreams about her and slept with her but that did not make it right. Her mami and Brittany's dad certainly wouldn't be happy. Plus she's older so they'd probably think she should be setting an example or something like that.

At school she was pretty popular. I mean she had friends and when she means friends most of them are people that just hang around with her and Taylor. Taylor Castro was her best friend and has been since they met in freshman year when they both went to Cheerios try outs and got in. She was tall, was a brunette and had blue eyes. Every guy wanted her though, and even some girls, because of how blue her eyes were. Santana would be lying if she said she hadn't checked her out once or twice. The people who were usually around them were either people who were crushing on them or people who wanted to be their friend so badly they'd do what they said. Santana wasn't one to take advantage of others on a regular basis, but she would use one of these people to do things she didn't want or was too lazy to do. Hey, she wasn't perfect.

Even though she was in class her mind drifted off to Brittany. She knew she had a meeting with someone about what was going on with her which might help her be able to deal with things better. She didn't exactly know what was going on and neither did Brittany's dad but now they had the chance to figure that out. She was happy for them and for Brittany herself to finally, well hopefully, find out what her behavioural disorder was and how she could control it. Santana felt Mercedes bump her shoulder against hers. She turned her head to look at the brunette beside her.

"What?" Santana asked.

Taylor shrugged her shoulders. "I've finished so I saw you thinking to yourself and decided to snap you out of it. You okay?"

"I'm good. Mami's boyfriend's daughter has an appointment today so I was just hoping that it went alright that's all." Santana confessed with a shrug of her shoulders.

"It's Brittany right?" Taylor asked for conformation and when she saw a nod of her head she smiled. "She's pretty hot."

Santana snapped her head up and looked back at the brunette with a glare. "Don't you dare go after her! She's two years younger than you!"

"So?" Taylor responded shrugging her shoulders and smiled. "Bet she's pretty good in bed. I wouldn't say no if she asked."

"Well lucky for you she doesn't even know you so just drop the subject!" Santana snapped looking at her work again. "I'm not having my best friend and soon-to-be sister sleeping together. Not gonna happen."

"Touchy subject or what?" Taylor mumbled deciding to drop the subject like Santana requested. "Anyway, there's a party tonight. Fancy going? Matt is hosting it at his."

Santana sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I never enjoy them or I end up sleeping with a Cheerio who has decided to experiment in sleeping with girls. It pisses me off or bores me either way."

"Come on. You don't even have to stay long but as Head Cheerio you should make an appearance."

"I hate that requirement but fine." Santana said with a sigh. "Not like I have a choice in the matter anyway."

The school bell rang indicating the end of lesson so she grabbed her stuff and walked out towards her locker. She changed over her books when she saw someone lean against the locker beside hers. She sighed when she saw that it was Noah Puckerman. Just what she needed.

"Noah, will you please leave? I honestly don't wanna talk with you right now."

"I'm not here to flirt with you. I was just wondering if you could tell me where Brittany is. She's not answering her phone and I'm worried."Noah said with his voice traced with concern. "I may not seem like a caring guy to you, but I care about Brittany as well as my other friends."

"You're not exactly a good influence on her Noah."

Puck sighed and nodded. "I know and I know we are just adding to her bad habits but I didn't invite Brittany to hang out with us on her first day."

Santana turned her head to look at the younger boy. "What?"

"I didn't invite her. She asked me if she could join and I said yes. I know saying yes isn't exactly a good thing, but I didn't ask her to come and hang out with us. She asked me. So could you please just tell me if you know where she is? I'm worried."

Santana was shocked to hear his side. She didn't trust him since he joined the school and started flirting with her and she knew he was a smoker and did things he shouldn't be. Yes, she was probably quick to judge but she did think that Brittany was asked to go and join the group under the bleachers. She didn't realise that Brittany could have asked them. Well, she didn't want to think about the fact that Brittany may have asked him since she didn't want to believe that.

"I'm sorry for thinking bad of you." Santana said closing her locker putting her bag over her shoulder. "Brittany has an appointment this morning but she should be back at school later on."

Puck nodded his head standing up straight then gave the brunette a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you. I hope she's okay."

"Yeah she's fine but I'll let her get into that since it's her business."

"That's completely fine. Thank you for telling me." Puck said then made his way down the hall walking away from her. Santana sighed and walked in the opposite direction. She hoped Brittany was okay and that things were going well at the appointment but then again she knew of Brittany's anger and it could go the complete opposite of fine. She would have to find but later but right now, she had another class to get to so she had to focus on that right now.

Santana couldn't help but dread the party she had to attend later on that night. She could just not turn up but you had to make sacrifices to be popular so she would just have to suck it up and get through it. It's what most people had to do anyway and she was no different but maybe she could attend with someone to take her mind off of the arty itself instead of it getting boring or her having sex with a girl who was experimenting That had to be better than nothing right? '_Might as well give it a shot'_, Santana thought, then made her way into her classroom.

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Santana arrived back home after cheer practice. She wasn't expecting it to say the least but that was Coach Sue for you. She walked inside throwing her bag down and collapsing onto the sofa exhausted. Her legs were sore and she had to go out. Maybe she could just cancel? She shook her head knowing that wasn't an option so she reached for the remote turning on the TV flicking through channels aimlessly. Sometimes being a Cheerio really was a pain in the ass to say the least.

She was thinking about getting up to get a drink from the kitchen when she heard footsteps walking towards her. She looked up and saw Brittany with her leather jacket, jeans and converses on. She even had a cigarette between her lips whilst she headed for the door. Before she walked out Santana saw her turn her way and after taking the cigarette out from between her lips, gave her a smile walking towards her sitting down next to her. Santana couldn't help but smile back. She really loved her outfit too and it was a good thing their parents weren't around in case she did lean in and kiss her or something. Shit, she was supposed to be stopping these thoughts. Damn Brittany and her sexy outfit!

"Hey. How was your appointment?" Santana finally asked after looking at the blonde for a few minutes. Brittany just shrugged her shoulders.

"Not bad. I didn't lash out but I didn't sit still either. He seemed to know what he was talking about so he did a few tests and he's going to get a report on my behaviour from my last school who dealt with all this. He also wants dad t o write a report about me on how I usually act on a day to day basis. After all of that they'll make a diagnosis." Brittany explained putting the cigarette between her lips again. "They said that they don't want to tell me what they think it is in case I worry or some shit. I think the entire thing is stupid to be fair."

"Come on Britt, they are just trying to help you."

Brittany nodded her head putting her feet up on the table. "I know but I don't like being tested since it makes it for definite that I'm not normal."

"Brittany you are normal. You're just special and your brain works differently to everyone else's. It doesn't make you less normal because of it." Brittany reassured with a smile touching her arm.

The blonde girl sighed. "Thanks for trying Santana but I know that the way I act isn't normal since I see the way everyone else acts."

Santana listened as the blonde spoke and she did get her point. Everyone knew that being different in high school isn't exactly a good thing It singles you out from everyone else and even though you can' do anything about it, it still happens. From the moment you step through the doors in freshman year you are labelled such as geek, jock or cheerleader. Everyone noticed the jocks since they were the people who played football usually and the geeks were often noticed because they usually either looked geeky or had glasses. It wasn't fair but it happened and anyone who showed any sign of being different were singled out too since status was everything in high school. You either shined or you didn't.

Santana looked at the blonde beside her and got an idea. She could join her at the party later to save her being alone. She was good company and as long as she kept her away from Taylor she could actually enjoy something for once. Plus she wouldn't be alone so Cheerleaders would stop taking her to bed and having sex with her for fun since it would look like she was with someone. Perfect.

"Why are you staring at me?" Brittany asked frowning. "You're creeping me out."

"Come to a party with me tonight. I have to go to this dumb high school party that I really don't want to go to, but at least if you there I won't be bored." Santana requested with a pleading look on her face.

Brittany chuckled. "No chance. I'm not doing to a dumb high school party where people are getting drunk then fucking each other."

"You don't have to do any of that. Just hang around with me and keep me company. You like to drink right?" Santana asked and by the silence she gave her, she was right. "Then you'll love it. There'll be plenty of alcohol and I'll make sure we get home safely."

Brittany groaned. "Will you stop going on about it if I say yes?"

"You have my word."

"Fine I'll go to this dumb party but no ditching me for some stupid cheerleader or footballer or whatever. Got it?" Brittany asked raising her eyebrow getting a lighter out her pocket.

Santana chuckled and nodded her head. "No ditching you."

"Good to know. Right I'm hanging out with Puck for a bit so when do I need to be back?"

"Well the party starts at 8 but I never get there on time so be back for quarter past and we'll just walk there. Only down the road anyway." Santana said reaching for her bottle of water from her bag taking a sip of it. "Oh and come alone. I don't need you bringing all your friends."

Brittany rolled her eyes and nodded. "Fine no friends. Anything else your highness?"

Santana pondered for a minute pretending to think but then smirked and chuckled shaking her head, "Nope, nothing I can think of. Have fun with Noah."

"What?" Brittany asked surprised. "You hate Puckerman and now you're telling me to have fun with him?"

Santana shrugged her shoulders standing up facing her. "I know I don't like him, but he's your friend and he actually cares about you too. That's good enough for me, well, for now."

Brittany smiled. It was nice for Santana to actually take the time to find out about her friends. Usually she would expect her to just judge them before getting to know them, but it seemed as though she had actually gotten to see his good side. Heck behind closed doors he was a pretty decent guy but in front of girls he was just a douche bag. He was the one she was closest to at school and could even consider him a friend.

"Thank you Santana. Alright I'll see you later."

Santana bit her lip watching her walk away. Seriously this crush on her had to stop. Wait, crush? No, that couldn't be it. She was just a tad attracted to the girl but she wouldn't call it a crush or anything. Santana shook her head sitting back down getting her homework out. Maybe doing her homework would get her mind off of the whole situation until she had to see her later. She was looking forward to it though and she wasn't going to deny that.

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Brittany walked into Puck's house walking up to his room. He had always said that there was no point in knocking since he wouldn't hear her and his mom was never in. It made sense to her, so she walked into his room and sat down on the bed next to him picking up a controller joining in his game. He smiled then went back to the game they were playing.

"Didn't see you at school today. Too cool to show up?" Puck asked with a smirk on his face.

Brittany chuckled. "Oh yeah clearly. No, my dad made a stupid appointment with this therapist or whatever, which by the way I didn't even want to attend, and it ended up being a whole lot longer than I anticipated. Was there for around four hours maybe, then when I got back home school was already over."

"Damn. Well you were missed today. I even asked Lopez where you were since you didn't let me know what was going on."

"Aww does Puckerman care about my whereabouts?" Brittany teased with a smirk pinching his cheek. "He has feelings!"

Puck shook his head nudging her shoulder with his own. "Shut it Pierce. Was just wondering where you were as all."

"Whatever you say. Lopez asked me to go to this dumb party tonight and told me to not bring any friends."

"Damn that sucks." Puck responded moving side to side whilst he plays. "You'll have a blast though. They're not too bad. We all decide not to go since they get boring after like an hour. You'll be begging her to let you leave."

It was weird since she didn't usually accept any request to go to parties unless it was either one her or her friends were hosting or one she was going to crash. Parties usually got boring anyway but she remembers going with her friends to a party that was in the posh part of Lim and crashing it. She would be lying if she said it wasn't a good laugh on their part because it was, but she did get laid that night which was pretty awesome.

"If you say so. I'll find someone to fuck." Brittany said with a shrug of her shoulders. "What better way to get laid than at a party."

"True that. When did you lose it?" Puck asked. "Fuck I died."

Brittany laughed then restarted the level. "That's what you get. I lost mine at fourteen to some lad who wanted me. I was upset so I just went with him and had sex. It was shit but that's how I lost it."

"Wow you must have been going through some hard stuff to just let a guy take it like that." Puck said in shock looking over at the blonde with sympathy. Not even he lost his virginity that young.

"Yeah well I was and he was there to make me forget and he did, for like a minute." She shrugged her shoulders getting the cigarette out that she had earlier lighting it. "Don't give me fucking sympathy either because I don't want it."

Puck nodded and continued to play his game whilst the blonde smoked. He wanted to know what exactly happened in the girl's past but he didn't want to intrude either. H may be a dick most of the time but he understood when someone had gone through something tough and Brittany had for sure. He was glad that he met her since she was definitely different to anyone he had ever met but to watch her act the way she does was a bit worrying. He was the type of guy who was there when someone needed him so he's gonna do the same with Brittany. If she wanted him to know anything, she'd tell him.

"Okay I won't give you any sympathy. I'm just here for you to hang out with, alright?"

Brittany nodded her head taking a drag of her cigarette blowing out the smoke. Frankly, that was all Brittany wanted. Someone she could hang out with without them knowing anything about her. Sometimes a person not knowing things was best, and that was the situation here. With Puckerman not knowing her, she could act herself without them thinking they know everything. It happened with her friends back in Lima Heights and she hated it. She just wanted to live the life she wanted without someone judging her for it.

"Thanks Puck."

He smiled and nodded. "No problem. Now we're going to sit here and play video games until you have to go back to Santana to attend that party with her."

Brittany nodded not being able to think of anything better and picked up the controller joining him.

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