I DO NOT OWN GLEE

SUMMERY: Everyone changes after high school. Santana found fame by continuing to sing with the New Directions, now one of the most famous show choirs in the US. Brittany found her calling as a fire fighter and settled into married life. After the worst day of Brittany's life she finds herself back within the world she once knew, fighting the feelings for the same girl who broke her heart. Rated T Brittana Endgame Quinchel Unholy Trinity Friendship.

A/N - Hello! This is the first ff I've written in a long time and therefore I am posting the first to chapters to gauge whether or not I should continue. The rest of the story will not be posted until I am at a point where there wont be yearly gaps between uploads. Constructive criticism welcome, no flames.

Chapter 1: Life as we know it.

Brittany's POV

"Goooodmorning New York! I'm Tom Tomlinson and you are listening to Top Track Talk Radio!"

Wow, radio DJ's are chipper in the morning and that's coming from me! I arose from my slumber and quickly turned the radio off before it woke Annabelle who was sleeping peacefully beside me. She hated waking up this early and I'd been snapped at twice this week already for my alarm waking her up. It was my fault of course, we'd been married six years so I should know by now really. I checked the clock and got up to start my day. That was how mornings in the Riley-Pierce residence usually started.

After leaving McKinley I ended up at MIT, weird right? I studied mathematics as some sort of prodigy or something, I still think I'm just a lucky guesser! Any way, at a party at the end of the first year I met Annabelle, a business major. Things were still a bit raw after my breakup with...her, and originally I thought Anna was just a rebound. But a year later we were still going strong and I dropped out of college to follow her to her job placement in New York. We were married soon after and I ended up carrying our first child, Olivia. That's when I found my calling, fire fighting! I couldn't imagine a better occupation, besides dancing. But Annabelle had sat me down and told me that, that wasn't really a reasonable career choice.

I'd get up at six and run on the treadmill for an hour, have a brief shower at seven, wake up my beautiful daughter Olivia, cook breakfast, get her ready for kindergarten and bundle her into her friend Stacy's Mom's car. At some point between waking Olivia and sending her to school Annabelle would wake up grab breakfast and go to work. Being a big time business lady meant she was always getting in early and staying late, we hardly saw each other most days. I myself had to leave the same time as Olivia to get to the station for eight thirty and, providing there wasn't a fire in the ten minuets before I had to leave, I'd be able to pick up Liv from Stacy's at five thirty.

After a good workout and brief shower, so I didn't use up the hot water for Annabelle, I went to go wake Olivia. I'd pretty much gotten myself ready for work, I was wearing my uniform (shirt tucked in and everything) but the red braces hung from my sides and kept catching on the doors causing me to be less than graceful this morning. As I walked into Olivia's room the strap attached itself to the handle causing me to trip. As I hung slightly from the handle, attempting to both detach myself and stand up again, I heard a tinkling little laugh from the bed. I looked up and saw a beautiful blonde haired little girl laughing at me. Somehow I managed to detach myself and walked over to her.

"Oh was that funny?" I said in mocking anger,

"Yeah!" Olivia giggled,

"Was it really?" I asked again,

"Hehe Yeah!"

I reached my arms out and began tickling her, "Momma no!" she cried out through her giggles,

"Was it funny?"

"N-No!" She was still giggling away as I brought my hands back and I laughed too,

"Some people are trying to sleep you two!" A voice yelled through the wall,

I put my finger too my lips and leaned down to whisper to Olivia, "I think we woke the dragon."

She giggled and nodded before I began getting her clothes for today. After getting her dressed and helping her brush her teeth we both went downstairs. I set Olivia in front of the TV and put on some cartoons and kept an eye on her from the kitchen.

"Liv what should I make for breakfast?"

"Bac' n neggs!" She yelled back jumping up and down on the sofa,

I laughed and did as requested. I swear she loved bacon more than Quinn! Ah Quinn Fabray. There was somebody I hadn't thought about in a while. I hadn't seen her since she graduated, we tried to keep contact we really did but over time it slowly dwindled. It did with most of the club actually, the only people I'm still in contact with were Tina and Mike. They were actually Olivia's godparents and I was godmother to their son, Nico. Despite having not spoken too the others in a long time, I knew exactly where each of them were. Quinn had married Rachel, a shock to most but I'd sort of saw it coming. The others were all paired off, as well. All in New York and part of one of the best show choirs in the US: The New Directions. It had been Mr. Schue's idea and he had managed to talk Sue into choreographing and the infamous Shelby Corcoran to help him direct.

I'd been asked to join a few years ago, but I was married by then. It led to a huge argument with Quinn, partly why we don't talk now but I liked my domesticity. Plus it was kind of cool being known as 'the mystery blonde' too. New Direction fans would often watch our old performance's and questions had been raised to why I hadn't gone on the road with them. It was okay though, nobody knew who I was except my squad at the fire house. Though knowing what my old friends were up too wasn't always a good thing because it meant I had to hear about 'Dantana' on the news every day. Not that I cared, it'd been seven years since we last saw each other, but it was irritating to hear that your ex had move on no matter how long ago it was.

At the smell of burning I realised I had to turn the bacon. I needed to get out of my head for a bit.

"Liv! Breakfast." I called walking into the living room,

"Bac' n' neggs!" She chanted jumping around the room,

"Okay, okay," I laughed, "You know the rules sit down and eat over the plate."

Olivia did as I asked and sat calmly on the couch and proceeded to eat over the plate. I smiled at her and went to go and get my own plate. As I walked in however I met with the sight of a tall brunette making herself some coffee. I went up behind her and wrapped my arms round her waist.

"Morning."

"Morning Bree." She grinned turning to kiss me gently,

"Do you want some breakfast? Bacon and eggs, your favourite!"

"I wish I could but I had a call from Tiffany so I have to get in, plus I'm staying late tonight." Annabelle said sadly,

I sighed, "Okay, just a plate for myself then."

As I walked over to the stove to get my breakfast Annabelle continued talking, "Bree, I forgot to tell you. I'm on a trip this weekend, boring work stuff. I leave Saturday morning."

"Oh, well that's a shame." I replied picking up my plate, "I haven't really spent any time with you all week I was hoping we could do something this weekend."

"Sorry Bree." She sighed with a guilty expression, "Next weekend I'm all yours."

I grinned, "You better be."

With another soft peck I went to join Olivia in the living room. This was a regular occurrence in our household, Annabelle's work would call her for business trips at random last minuet times. I was used to it at this point. After I'd eaten I made sure Olivia was ready to go and Annabelle went to work muttering a brief goodbye. Stacy's mom, Sarah, came to take Olivia to school and I tightly hugged my girl goodbye. Before I could get out the door however, the phone rang.

"Hello, Riley-Pierce residence." I answered like Annabelle taught me,

"Hey B!" Mike Chang's happy voice filtered through,

"Mike, hey!"

"Can you talk?"

"No sorry, I'm literally just running out to work."

"Okay, well Tina and I are having everyone over on Friday. I know you're still a bit nervous about seeing the others but I wanted to invite you."

"Sorry Mikey, I don't think I can." I sighed, at this point it'd just be way too awkward,

"Yeah, but B-"

"Sorry, Mikey I have to go or I'll be late," I said quickly not wanting to be talked into it,

"Goodbye."

And with that I escaped out into the morning air.

"Hey, Twinkle Toes!" A voice shouted as I walked into the station,

"Sup' Maps!"

Everyone in our squad had a nickname. It was a way we could quickly call out to each other in fires and also we had two guys named Johnny working here and we needed to differentiate. Harry, 'Maps', was our squads engine driver. He knew almost every short cut in New York, plus he had the entire layout of the city streets engraved in his brain hence him being called Maps. There were six members of my squad, two girls and four guys. As Lieutenant I was head of this squad. Squads were divided up depending on which fire engine you travel in, we had three engines and therefore three different squads.

In my squad there were: Harry 'Maps' Roland, Brody 'Jiggy' Weston, Johnny 'Bravo' Hannigan, Johnny 'Probie' Peters, Victoria 'Stilts' Swanson and me Brittany 'Twinkle Toes' Riley-Pierce. It was tradition in our fire house that you had to earn your nickname and to earn it you had to have done either something incredibly stupid or incredibly brave. We'd all done it! Victoria turned up too an emergency fire in stilettos and was then on called Stilts, Brody admitted to the team on a drunken night out he was once a gigilo leading to the nickname Jiggy, Johnny H. went to the halloween party as Johnny Bravo and did an amazing impression and I myself made the mistake of telling them that I used to dance and they realised that when in burning buildings I could move around fire gracefully leading to the nickname Twinkle Toes. The only one of us who hadn't earnt their nickname yet was Probie our probational fireman.

I walked into the main area where a number of tables were spread out to see the guys in my squad over on the furthest table. Stilts usually sat with the other three girls in the fire house, sometimes I'd join them but usually I preferred sitting with Brody. Victoria, Brody and I had all done our training together and to say we were close was an understatement. We were almost family, in fact I was best 'person' at Brody's wedding. His wife, Kathy 'Superwoman' was in the second squad. It was quite cute how they constantly worried about each other. As I walked over to the boys I noticed Bravo and Probie were arm wrestling. Bravo was built like a tank and was quite obviously holding back while Probie threw all his might into trying to win.

"Morning Twinkle Toes." Brody greeted giving me a high five as I sat down,

"Jiggy," I replied, "Too late to put my money on Bravo?"

"Yes sadly, but you're still able to bet on Probie here."

Probie snapped his head up, "Stop calling me that!"

Bravo had apparently gotten bored so used Probie's momentary distraction to pin his hand down. Probie groaned in pain and flexed his hand to try and sooth it.

"I wasn't ready."

We laughed at poor Probie, after it had subsided I saw Kathy looking over with a grin. I waved at her and Stilts when she caught my eye. They often asked me to join them with the other girls but I was comfortable with the guys, last time I sat with the girls we started talking about past relationships and it got weird. However, I will say that Stilts is one of my best friends. She was a lesbian and she always came in handy whenever Jiggy wasn't sure what to say. I could trust her with my life and that's why we were great together while on call, we were in sync. It's rare to find a friend like that, I hadn't had anyone like that since Quinn and Santana.

"Morning, Chief!" Jiggy called as Chief Amanda 'Irish' O'Riley marched past us,

"Weston, Lieutenant." She greeted, "You guys ready to head out? I can feel an alarm coming."

"Yes, Ma'am." I responded,

"Good." She nodded,

As if on cue, and just like Irish had claimed, the alarm went off telling us that a fire had started. Maps walked over to get the address of the fire while the rest of us kitted up.

"Stilts! Let's get going!" I called before getting on the engine,

"Yes, sir, Twinkle Toes, sir!" She barked back with a mock salute,

I cleared my throat, "That's Lieutenant Twinkle Toes Sir, thank you very much."

I'm sure this would be a hectic start to a chaotic day.

R&R - Please no flames x