Hey, hey, hey. I know I should be working on those Hunger Game fics, but this titanic one came to me last night, and I thought, why the heck not!
Plus, we're coming up to a 100 years since the sinking, so, I think that it's nice, to remember.
I will shut up now. I don't own titanic, I don't own glee, I had sex with yo momma, yadda yadda. Enjoy!

"Tell us Quinn."
"It's been 84 years."
"That's okay, just try and remember anything. Anything at all."
"Do you wanna hear this or not, Mr Lovett?"
A sheepish smile is all that is returned.
"It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the ship of dreams, and it was. It really was."

We drove through throngs of people, all milling round in front of the ship, the driver of our car impatiently honking his horn until we found a suitable place for the car to pull up. The driver steps out of the car, and walks round to my door, pulling it open and taking my outstretched hand to help me from the cab.
Looking up to the ship, I can't help but be impressed, however, I keep my face a careful mask of distaste.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about, it doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania." I turn to face my fiancée for a second before looking back towards the ship.
"You can be blasé about some things Quinn, but not about Titanic" He spouts off, but I'm not listening, wandering in the direction of the ship.
My mother approaches me, eyeing me with distain.
"Ladies, we'd better hurry. Come along!" I place my hand into the crook of my fiancées arm, and we walk up the gangway to the ship.

"It was the ship of dreams, to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains… Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming."

"Britt, you are loco. You bet everything we have!"
"When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose."

Britt sat at a table in a pub just off the docks, next to her best friend Santana.
"Sven?" She looks at the man next to her as he places a card down on the table. In truth, she has no idea what this game is, and how she ended up with all her money on the table is a little fuzzy, but she's having fun. She has a good feeling about this.
"Bet." The man next to her says, placing a card down on the table. She picks this up and adds it to her hand, before placing a card down and taking one from the deck.

"Okay!" she puts down the cigarette she'd been smoking and looks around the table. "Moment of truth, somebody's life's about to change."
"Tana?" She looks to her companion who's looking down at the table moodily.
"Niente."
"What?" She furrows her brow.
"Nothing Brit, I got nothing."
"Oh.. Okay." She frowns slightly. "Olaf." The man throws his hand down on the table, revealing nothing. "Sven?"
Sven places his hand carefully down. Two pair. She's got this.
"I'm sorry Santana."
Santana starts yelling in Spanish, but before she can finish, Brittany interrupts her. "I'm sorry, but you're not going to see your mom again for a long time."
She throws her cards down on the table. "Full house!" She smiles with glee as Santana scoops up the tickets, but when she goes to take the money, Olaf grabs her by the collar. He wouldn't hit a girl, would he? She scrunches up her face in anticipation. It wouldn't be the first time a man has hit her.
Luckily, instead of punching her, he punches Sven, breaking his nose.
Santana is bouncing around the pub, her smile so wide it reaches her ears.

Britt turns to her, smile just as wide. "We're going home!"
"I'm going to America" Santana yells, clenching the tickets.
"No, love" the man behind the bar interrupts them. "Titanic's going to America, in five minutes."
"Shit." Brittany holds out the duffel bag she'd slung over her bag, and Santana slides the money and half of the cards from the table into it.
They're out of the pub so fast the people still drinking barely see the door move.

They're running down the dock along the boat to Steerage boarding, when Santana yells, "See? It's destiny!" She's panting but she's still wearing the same smile. "I'm gonna be a millionaire this time round!" Britt knows she's talking about being a singer, it's all she's ever wanted, and she talks about it nearly all the time.
They run into a horse, almost getting trampled, but quickly skirt around it.
"You're crazy!" Santana laughs.
"Maybe, but I'm the one with the tickets!" She speeds up, Santana lagging behind slightly. "I thought you were fast?"
Santana mumbles something and speeds up.
"Hey! Hey, wait! We're passengers!" They're pulling the gangway away from the ship, but they run up it anyway. She hands the man at closing door the tickets.
"Have you been through the lice inspection?" He asks, eyeing them.

"Of course." Brittany tells him, then mumbles to Santana "What are lice?" Santana just shakes her head at her, and they jump from the gangway, into the ship.
"We're the luckiest people in the world!" Brittany giggles, gripping to Santana as they run through the ship, making their way to the deck. "You know that?"