Brittany leans forward to rest her head on her hand. Letting out a long sigh, she closes her eyes and imagines her face.
Skin a copper tone, eyes a dark brown, her lips painted a luscious ruby red, and her long wavy black locks falling past her shoulders. Why hadn't she called? It had been an entire week and still no word from her, not even a quick goodnight before they both shut their eyes and fell into deep slumber. She was half way across the country. She was probably sitting in her dorm, writing a paper about nothing in particular yet she couldn't take five minutes to call the one who misses her...the one who loves her.
"Brittany...Brittany..."
Brittany shot up into an upright position, trying to keep focus on . She wipes the drool from the side of her mouth and raises from her seat.
"Are you okay Britt?" asks Blaine.
"Yeah sorry I was day dreaming about Lord Tubbington and his drug problem".
As Brittany made her way to the front of the choir room, she tried not to look so upset. It was the first year she would be without her best friend, her love, her soulmate. She stood in silence for a minute, just to push back any tears that may have formed in her eyes.
"I'm going to sing a little song that my best friend and I used to sing to each other this summer while driving around to find out where Lord Tubbington was hiding".
Brittany took a moment to take a deep breath and began singing Katy Perry's hit, Teenage Dream. She smiled through all the pain and heartache she was feeling until one specific lyric made her breakdown and cry.
"I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece...I'm complete"
She fell to her knees and wouldn't stop crying. Everyone was running to her side to try and ask her what was wrong but no one was getting anything out of her. picked her up off of the floor and brought her into his office. All the others slowly left the choir room as Brittany was pulled away in tears.
sat Brittany down on the chair in front of his desk. She looked depressed, like she hadn't slept in days. What was wrong with this poor girl? Usually so energetic and full of life, now so limp and torn apart from the inside out.
"Brittany...what's going on in that little head of yours? You can talk to me about anything, you know that" says from across the desk.
Brittany just continues to cry, looking down at her phone and not speaking a word.
"Brittany...I need to know what's wrong. This isn't like you. Is it Santana?"
Brittany stops weaping for a moment and looks up at , she nods her head.
"Did you two break up?"
Brittany opens her mouth for the first time since she began to cry.
"No...she hasn't called or answered any of my texts in a week".
"Well maybe she's just busy with school and cheerleading practice, I'm sure you'll hear from her soon".
"Thanks ".
Brittany gets up from the chair and starts walking out the door.
"Are you sure that's all that's bothering you?"
She nods her head and walks out of 's office, leaving him there with a look of bewilderment on his face as she walks away and the tears begin to fall down her cheek yet again. She makes her way to her locker, opening it slowly, to see the pictures of Santana posted inside. Taking one of them down, she gently kisses it and smiles. At that moment in time she wished Rory Flanagan was still around, and that he actually was a leprechaun, just so she could wish for the beautiful Santana Lopez to return to Lima. She placed the picture back into her locker and slammed the locker shut, letting out a unusual scream. That's when it hit her, maybe it was time to take matters into her own hands. Maybe it was time to surprise the girl she loved with a visit she'd never forget.
