Author's Note!
This is my first fic so be nice to me please? My title is cliché, but it applies. And, I hate Bartie, believe me I do, but it's necessary so just go with me on it. It won't last I PROMISE! Also, about the intro. I HATE it. But I couldn't think of how else to say it, so I left it because the chapter is done and I was working on the intro for HOURS. They'll get better. Promise!
Enjoy!
Happy New Year Lima, school new year that is. Another precious summer of parties, pools, and practices has ended for the William McKinley High School elite. So what has everyone been up to this summer? I'm sure that time will tell and secrets will spill because everyone has a summer secret. Spotted. It was none other than our very own Brittany S. Pierce getting off the train yesterday looking sun kissed and dragging her new gorgeous beau in her wake. The last week of Summer was clearly good to our freshly tanned goddess, but let's just see how a certain Latina takes to her new arm candy. Seems Santana Lopez may be walking in the shadows since her blonde ray of light is letting it shine somewhere else. Wouldn't be the first time she's found herself faced with the possibility of losing Brittany to more…well packaged cohorts. You know what they say, "Bros over Hos." Probably should've kept your legs shut occasionally S.
I'll be watching,
XoXo
Gossip Girl
Chapter 1
Brittany could hardly stifle her disgust as she exited the train with her annoying cousin Brad trailing behind her. She couldn't believe that her parents had stuck her babysitting him during his visit that would seem more like 2 years than 2 weeks.
Their parents had this crazy idea that just because they were the same age, they were automatically destined to have things in common.
They did not know how wrong they were.
It was bad enough that she had just spent the entire last month at their vacation house with him following her around, but to bring him back to Lima, her turf, and still be stuck with him? To say she was less than pleased would be the understatement of the century.
But this wasn't only about her. The idea of what Santana would say when she saw the 160 pounds of dead weight that was currently Brittany's responsibility, was enough to make her stomach churn. All Brittany wanted was to get Brad out of public sight until she figured out what to do with him.
"Brad! I don't want you lagging behind me. If you're going to follow me around, the least you could do is keep up," Brittany said as she grabbed Brad's arm and tried to hurry him along before anyone she knew spotted her.
Brad resisted, but Brittany only pulled harder, tightening her grip to send the message that she was not playing around and would dislocate his shoulder if that's what it took get him to cooperate.
*snap*
Brittany slowed her steps, but only a little. She would have bet her life that she had just seen a camera flash in the distance.
"Oh well, nothing I can do about it now," she thought as she lugged Brad towards the exit on the other side of the terminal before anyone else could document her humiliation.
She only prayed that her mystery paparazzo wasn't a Gossip Girl-er. That was the last thing she needed.
Brittany knows that she has had her share of scandal in the past, things had been quiet for her lately and she was determined to keep it that way.
As she tried to hurry Brad along, she caught sight of someone across the station smiling at her.
Beaming was probably the more appropriate word.
She gave a tentative wave and a smile, but continued walking at a more frantic speed.
Brad, confused as to the cause for her quickened steps, followed her gaze over to where Brittany was previously staring and smirked.
"Oooooooh, is that your BOYFRIEND!" He commented obnoxiously, and Brittany could have killed him right there.
The kid was Artie Abrams, and Brittany had been doing her best to steer clear of him ever since the week before spring break.
They definitely ran in different social circles, so it wasn't exactly difficult to avoid him but ever since that rumor was spread it was imperative (on Santana's orders) that she do so.
If she had been allowed to explain, everyone would have seen that it was all a misunderstanding really.
Rachel had seen her talking to him in the courtyard and it had snowballed from there into one of the year's juicier scandals (which is an indication of how slow the news days were in Lima.)
Honestly, at the time, Brittany couldn't have picked the kid out of a line up, despite knowing that they had been classmates for several years.
She figures that's because it wasn't until recently that she stopped referring to him as "that robot who knows all the answers."
What Brittany couldn't understand was why he had chosen to stop her, out of everyone to ask about that week's Civics class assignment.
She had noticed that there were several other members of their class around at the time, and given her personal lack of academic enthusiasm, she was baffled when he grinned at her and began wheeling over that day.
In general, people like him hardly dared to look her in the eye, let alone stop her to hold a conversation about the duties of citizenship.
She was slightly impressed at his daring as he approached her, but quickly reevaluated when she realized the bumbling mess of nerves that this simple act had reduced him to.
Brittany took notice of his face for the first time and determined that he wasn't completely hideous, maybe cute even…
"H-Hey, Brittany," he stammered, completely avoiding her eyes.
She mumbled greeting but didn't hear much of what else he was saying because, just like when the teacher's talk about class, she zoned out.
She continued to study his face, and it was in that moment that Brittany decided that he definitely was cute in his own dorky way. Not that she would ever tell anyone she thought so.
He was flustered and twitching and he kept rambling on as though he had no control over his ability to pause between sentences. It only led her to further speculate as to why he had insisted on stopping her.
All the same, he had stopped her and Rachel had seen, and just like the overachieving blabber mouth she was, she snapped the picture and sent the Gossip Girl blast on the spot.
While the rumor didn't gain much momentum, it was enough to get people questioning Brittany's right to be the resident third in command of McKinley's social hierarchy, and by association the entire hierarchy itself.
Their rise to the top had been swift and smooth due mostly to the fear that her best friend evoked in everyone who dared be near them. Because of this, their right to be there had been previously viewed with near biblical reverence.
But girls like Rachel were always looking for ways to get what they wanted, and although she knew that it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with her being best friends with a certain top cheerio, the blast had still annoyed her.
She sighed to herself, finally emerging from the maze of her thoughts, and returned to her current increasingly difficult task.
Brad seemed to revel in the fact that Brittany wanted to be anywhere but there, and he was the one standing in the way of that.
When they finally reached the car, she reached her breaking point.
"Get in already. You're 16 not 60!"Brittany protested as she pushed Brad into the passenger seat of her silver Rav 4.
He really did have a knack for tap dancing on her nerves.
"But Cousin Britt, I was simply exercising proper car entering safety precautions…"
Brittany paused briefly to eye him quizzically.
"…You know, one foot at a time, watch the head, and never ever take less than 3 minutes!" Brad said with a smirk as he struggled to contain his laughter and stared into Brittany's now, blank face.
She was anything but amused.
When she finally got settled in the car, she put on her i-pod and turned the volume up. Way up.
She only hoped the soothing sounds of Colbie Caillat could drown out her cousin's incessant rambling.
It was going to be a long 2 weeks, and she couldn't shake the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach as she drove the familiar streets that led to Santana's house.
