Title: Heartbreak Hotel [1/?]
Brittany wasn't dumb. She knew exactly what was going on between Quinn and Rachel. But, sometimes, she wished she were just as oblivious as everyone else.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
Brittany may not have been psychic like Rachel claimed to be or had that six cents – what did pennies had to do with anything – which the girl mentioned about from time to time. But Brittany did have eyes; eyes that let her see the things she did. People never seemed to censor themselves around her; they probably thought her dumb but Brittany wasn't dumb. She didn't like how people automatically expected her to act as the stereotypical blonde cheerleader. Don't judge a book by its cover and all that. It wasn't her fault that she tended to misinterpret the conversations around her. Brittany found that it didn't take much for her focus to wander, which in turn led to her sometimes slow, sometimes strange responses.
Besides, her answers were awesome.
Anyways, back to the point at hand: there was definitely something going on between Quinn and Rachel and Brittany wasn't sure she liked whatever secrets were being kept between the two.
The dilemma first started when she happened to look in the right direction at the right moment when entering the music room for another Glee Club meeting. Santana, of course, was right by her side but even then the other girl didn't notice what she did of their Cheerios captain. Quinn, who was walking by Brittany's left, had simply glanced towards one particular direction. And with that glance the corners of Quinn's lips twitched upward ever so slightly before suddenly falling back down to their usual position. The girl then moved to pick out her seat for the day, Brittany and Santana moving to follow their captain.
But that brief moment had already worked its way into Brittany's mind. And as she sat Brittany mulled over that small act of Quinn's.
Quinn had looked like she wanted to smile and – judging from the shorter blonde's previous line of sight – apparently Quinn had wanted to smile because of Rachel Berry.
Brittany then noticed how far apart they were sitting from the always-vocal brunette.
That glance and that squashed beginning of a smile was the catalyst of Brittany's suspicions.
And soon after she began to notice other little things.
The hallways at McKinley High can get awfully crowded at times with the throng of students that attended there. And it could get pretty difficult trying to maneuver your way around school grounds without getting lost. Still, Quinn and Rachel never seem to miss the opportunity to pass by each other at certain parts of the day.
Brittany certainly didn't miss spying their faint brush of each other's hands either.
Her own hands twitched just a little.
Rachel Berry is a hard girl to miss. Her peculiar taste for fashion and style of speech made the girl stand out as much as her vocal talents did.
And Quinn's eyes always seem to actively search for the bodily presence of the short brunette, especially whenever Quinn knew Rachel would be nearby. It wasn't hard for Brittany to become aware of this almost ritualistic act of Quinn's as the girl constantly made sure to sit as far as possible while still keeping Rachel within range of her view.
Brittany thought Quinn was being ridiculous.
Quinn Fabray didn't usually take matters into her own hands, but when she did she was vicious. And Quinn could be especially vicious whenever Rachel was involved. Harsh words were Quinn's usual weapon of choice and the student body was her applauding audience. But when others are occupied with raucous laughter Brittany remains still in her silence.
The way Rachel would look sadder than her usual sad after Quinn publicly insults her made Brittany's heart tighten. She didn't understand how Rachel could handle every other hurdle with poise but one particularly nasty round with Quinn and Rachel was ready to crumble.
Brittany always wanted to hug Rachel after each brutal encounter.
She also always wanted to slap the shit out of one Quinn Fabray as well.
Some days later filled with similar events, Brittany had a hunch of whatever was going on between Rachel and Quinn. And she definitely didn't like the way her heart clenched every time she thought about the two. Fortunately (and unfortunately) both her guess and her feelings were confirmed the day she stumbled across the two in the girls' locker room.
It was a time she would never forget.
Quinn had stopped with her affectionate kisses across Rachel's jaw line to look up. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared down the pathway that she was sure she saw a flash of something.
"Did you hear something?" she whispered lightly to the other girl.
Rachel only shook her head slightly in frustration at the question and in response to the other girl's stilled actions. "No one's around Quinn. Everyone would have left McKinley by now."
Rachel reached up with her right hand and gently brushed away the strands of hair that fell across Quinn's face. She wanted nothing more than to pull the girl closer and to feel the kisses once more. However, when Rachel attempted to do just that, Quinn had quickly brushed her hands aside and moved a few steps back. Adjusting her own clothes (and changing her demeanor), Quinn gave Rachel a look that clearly told her to stay back and away from her.
"I think I should leave," Quinn says briskly before picking up the bag she had roughly tossed down earlier. And then she was off – always the same, always indifferent.
Rachel didn't really agree with Quinn's choices, but she did love her. And so she'd respect her decisions even if they did both infuriate and frustrate her at times. Not to mention, it hurt whenever Quinn could brush her off so coolly like week old trash.
After waiting a few more minutes, Rachel then straightened her own appearance before walking out the locker room as well.
Once Rachel had left and the door clicked shut, the sound of shoes squeaking across the floor could be heard. Hidden behind some row of lockers, Brittany had let herself slump down onto the linoleum floor and pulled her legs up as she hugged them.
Quinn had almost seen her whereas she, in turn, had seen Quinn… with Rachel. Not only that, Quinn was kissing Rachel.
Brittany's hands tightened as she replayed the scene she just saw over and over and over in her mind.
That was the day when everything made sense.
And that was the day when she felt her own heart break.
-End Chapter One-
A/N: Poor Brittany. Seems she figured out the crush she has on Rachel and at the most inopportune time too.