Some people are scared to show the real them. Some people doesn't care, and sometimes those people step over the ones who are more closed off. I care about what people think of me, but I don't know how to please all of them. Different people think different things. When someone laugh at your jokes, others won't get the funny part and won't laugh.

It's confusing how everyone always tries to be the best when nobody even know how to be that.

People who seems to have a lot of confidence doesn't always have a lot of courage. People who always seems to be careless and cool about certain stuff, isn't always stable on the inside. People who always are quiet, could be screaming inside. While people who often are screaming, could be all quiet inside.

For me it's easy to see if someone is screaming on the outside or the inside. You can just take a look at their eyes and you will instantly know how they are. If someone who's quiet says that she's fine, while her eyes are screaming the opposite, you know that what she said was false.

I don't know what kind of person I am. I guess I'm pretty loud on the outside. I always tell people what's on my mind, even though they don't want to know. Sometimes they just look at me like I'm super weird. But when I talk I don't really know what I say, I just like to talk. Sometimes I can think about weird stuff but I think everyone thinks about strange things sometimes. I'm just the only one who says them out loud.

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Rachel was sitting at her desk, apparently trying to write her essay in English. She was fixing her eyes on the paper while I was hitting her with my stuffed unicorn I got from my younger sister a couple of years ago. My sister had told me that I was a unicorn and that I should embrace that. I never understood what she meant by that, obviously I was not a unicorn. But my sister had always been smarter than me, and she always had better grades in school. My parents wanted her to study to become a lawyer. They had already given up the hopes when it came to me. I took dance lessons, much to my parents dislike. I went to collage, studied dance, and on the weekends; I danced. I loved dancing and I was glad my parents decided to not take that away from me, because dance was all I could do.

"Brittany! Stop hitting me with that animal!" Rachel squeaked and I jumped slighty out of surprice because I lost myself in my thoughts and didn't realized I was still hitting her. She was used to this though: me trailing off into Brittany-space (as she called it). We had been roommates for two years now. She had been the first friend I got to know here in New York, when I attended Collage.

"It's a unicorn..." I mumbled but wasn't sure if Rachel heard me. She went back to her paper and wrote frantically page after page. If pencils were able to actually catch fire when you over used them, I'm pretty sure Rachels' pen would had done that by now.

"If you don't slow down your pencil will light an own little campfire on your desk" I stated it slowly so she wouldn't jump and mess up her writing. Rachel looked at me with her eyes big enough to fit in Sam Evan's mouth. Sam was one of the students at this Collage and he had a huge mouth. He was nice though and he helped me when I didn't understand what the teachers were talking about. She opened her mouth a little like she wanted to say something but nothing came out. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"Okay, will you stop bugging me if I agree to go out with you and your friends tonight?" I squealed. I could see how much strength it took for her to say that and I knew that she didn't really like to go out dancing.

I jumped up from my undone bed and threw my arms around her tiny body.

"Hmpf" Rachel didn't hug me back, maybe because I had her arms pinned against her body so she wasn't able to move. "Britta-" I hugged her tighter. "Brittany. I can't. Breath." It took a while for me to understand what she was saying, but then I let go of her. Thinking that I didn't want to hug her to death since she just had agreed to go out dancing with me tonight.

She smiled though. I smiled even bigger. I liked to see her smile, then I knew that she was happy, and I wanted her to be happy.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I practically screamed at her. "I promise you, you won't regret this!" Rachel rolled her eyes and turned her head away from me. She mumbled that we will see about that. I think she didn't mean to say that aloud, but she did. I smiled at my roommate before turning towards the door.

"Okay, I'll leave you to your boring homework now but I will be back at 7. Then I'm going to pick out a wonderful dress, from my wardrobe. Because I don't think you have any dresses... that will fit for tonight..." I trailed off, not really sure what to say more. "Okay, well, I'll see you later!"

She waved a cute little wave before I opened the door and walked out from our collage dorm.

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Rachel sat on her bed, dressed in a blue dress that looked really gorgeous on her. She let out a nervous sigh and started fidgeting with her fingers in her purse.

"You know, I'm not so sure about this." I looked up to catch Rachel's anxious eyes in the mirror I was looking at to put on my makeup. I smiled at her, remembering what person who would join us at the club.

"Puck's gonna be there" I said, winking teasingly at her. Rachel sent me a scowl and a disgusting look that nobody could decipher as happy. "What, I thought you liked him... Seemed like that the last time anyway..." Rachel interrupted me with another scowl.

"I was drunk!" She shrieked. "And he was the one that started to kiss me. I did nothing!" Rachel crossed her arms over her chest in protest and I didn't take it any further, knowing that I'd never win a battle with her. "See, that's why I never go out with you and your friends anymore!"

"Whatever. We need to go" I glanced at her. "And you need to start smiling!" I said, after seeing her moody expression. She smiled. I smiled too, because it was nice knowing that I could make her smile sometimes.

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The club was pretty busy tonight. I figured it was karaoke night, it was always busy on karaoke nights. People got to sing on the big stage while others were dancing around them and nobody would even notice how bad you were since they were too drunk to listen carefully.

I had never been singing on those nights. I didn't think I was good at singing. And every time I sang at home Rachel told me to shut up. I don't know if she did that because I sing bad or because I usually sang Disney songs. Rachel, however, sings amazingly. And she knows it. When she sang at the club everyone was cheering and begging for more. But that happened when I was dancing. People liked when I danced, mostly guys. Girls liked it too sometimes. I didn't bother. I thought it was fun to get that much attention for doing something I thought was fun. And dancing is the only thing I'm confident enough to say I'm good at.

I spotted Puck walking towards us with three beers in his hands. I waved at him and he gave me one of his cocky smiles and made his way over. When he saw Rachel his smile turned into a frown and I couldn't help but giggle when Rachel gave him an eye roll.

"Well hello to you too, Puckerman" Rachel said over the loud music. He handed over a beer to her before nodding his head and giving her an 'hello' back.

"A beer to you too, Princess" Puck winked and handed me the second glass. "The others are over there. I have someone I'd like you to meet" He said and pointed at a booth near the stage. I got excited, there weren't many people that Puck wanted me to meet, this had to be someone special.

When we sat down at the booth I started to introduce Rachel to everyone she hadn't met yet. Mike and Tina were sitting at one side and Puck and Blaine were sitting at the opposite side. The only people Rachel had met before tonight were Puck and Mike.

Puck turned around in his seat and waved at someone who was approaching us. "This is Santana" I looked up. "My girlfriend". Everyone smiled at the new girl who had just returned from the bathroom. She gave them a shy wave before sitting down on Pucks' lap.

A girlfriend, really? When did that happen? I kept in mind that I would question Puck about this later. I looked back at Santana. She had long brown hair, silky brown skin and for some reason she reminded me of dark chocolate. Sweet dark chocolate. She was fidgeting with her hands in her lap and when she looked up to meet my gaze I could see that her eyes had the same color as chocolate too. She must have felt that I was staring, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. She was kind of intoxicating. I didn't know why, but I really liked her. I wanted to get to know her more. I wanted to know everything about her. Maybe she could be my new best friend. That would be awesome, to be best friends with Pucks' girlfriend. I was just about to ask her what food she liked the most and if she liked Gaga or Britney Spears the most, when Mike nudged me in the ribs.

"Earth to Brittany..." He looked at me like I had just arrived there looking like an alien and wearing white chickens on my head. I was about to answer when I noticed that all my friends was looking at me weirdly.

I looked at them questioningly and they turned their gazes away from me. Santana just smiled and kept her eyes locked with mine.

"I was just asking if you wanted to go dance with me?" Mike asked hopefully and I smiled widely and nodded at him, unable to decline such an offer.

We made our way through the dance floor and greeted some of the people that we knew from other nights at this club. We all kind of knew each other and Mike and I always danced in the middle with the other regulars. We brought a great party mood to the dance floor. They were building a circle around us and cheering when I whipped my hair back and forth, grinding my ass against a poor stranger standing next to me. Mike took my hands and spun me around and we started dancing together to the beat.

Mike and I had been friends forever. Me, Puck and Mike went to the same high school and we bounded immediately. They had protected me from people calling me stupid and they had taken care of me when I happened to drink too much at high school parties. We looked out for each other and we still did when we all moved to New York to work and study.

Mike whispered something in my ear but I couldn't hear so he said it again.

"I saw the way you looked at her, Britt. You like her". I furrowed my eye brows. Confusion written all over my face. He just smiled at me and winked suggestively before spinning me around.

What was he talking about? Who did I like? And why was he looking so mischievous? But before I could ask Mike about it he was off dancing with Tina, who had just shown up. I just shrugged, figuring I could ask him later. I continued dancing with random guys until I felt someone poke my shoulder. I turned around just in time to catch a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"Brittany, right?" I didn't have time to answer before she continued. "I was going to dance with my stupid boyfriend, but he wandered off somewhere." She shook her head, but then looked at me and smiled. "Do you ever talk or are you always this quiet?" I widened my eyes, snapping myself out of chocolate thoughts. I noticed that it was becoming less crowdy. I looked around and saw that we had ended up near the stage now, away from the dancing people.

"I talk sometimes" I said to her, not able to control my smile. "Wanna dance?" I asked and she shrugged. I led her out on the dance floor and started moving to the rhythm of the song.