This is my first story and I hope you all like it! I do not own Glee or any of the characters.
Brittany sat in physics class bored out of her mind. Initially everyone was puzzled when they found out that she was in physics, but when she'd signed up she thought it was a special gym class based on the music of Olivia Newton-John. Coach Sylvester was the teacher of physics class, for some incomprehensible reason, most likely due to the fact that Figgins was incredibly cheap and had a limited supply of teachers despite the fact that it was unlikely that the Lima school district would allow WMHS to have one (fairly incompetent in the realms of education) teacher and coach of glee club (Schuester), an obsessive-compulsive guidance counselor (Pillsbury), an egregiously audacious cheer coach karma houdini (Sylvester), a football coach with hidden depths (Beiste) and a teacher whose existence at the school itself is ambiguous (Brenda Castle, remember her?). "Blondie!" Sue bellowed at Brittany.
"Yes, Coach Sylvester?"
"Can you tell me what the Doppler effect is?"
"It's when a guy dresses really snazzy."
"Why did I even bother asking you? Funny thing is, if I asked you what dapper is, you'd probably respond with what the Doppler effect is. The Doppler effect is when you move closer to me, the invisible waves rise in pitch due to my sheer glory and the effect it has on you. And when you move away, the waves decrease. And as always, I am the chess master, I control the world, I control physics." Sue said, oozing megalomania.
"But Santana told me that that is her job. Also I think she and Lord Tubbington share that duty. Don't doubt their skills." Brittany said, defiantly with a tad of naivete.
"Your heterosexual life partner and Will's economy-sized tub of margarine have nothing on me."
The bell rung, as it seems to perpetually do in WMHS.
"Santana, Coach Sylvester told me in physical that she is the ruler of the world. I haven't seen her wearing one of those sashes or crowns though." Brittany sat on a revolving chair in front of a bubblegum pink desk.
"Don't listen to Coach Sylvester. Remember what I said? I created the laws of physics."
"Lord Tubbington did that. He only likes human business."
"He's not as smart as he tells you he is. Do you even know what physics is?"
"A class. I don't like it. I wanted to be in the fitness class based on the girl from Grease."
"Non-existent. You know what, Britt? I could teach you physics. After all, I created it." Santana offered, moving to stand next to Brittany.
"I still believe him. You sure that Lord Tubbington wouldn't be better suited for this?" Brittany said, as cynically as possible for her.
"I know, for a fact, that I'z be better suited to teach you physics than an obese feline." Santana put her arm on Brittany's back. "Deal?"
"Deal."
Santana left the room and Brittany opened up the closest magazine. It was a science magazine and the page she opened it up to had an image of the triangulum emission nebula. "Look, this is what your fur could look like if I were a scientist!" Brittany exclaimed enthusiastically to Lord Tubbington. She turned the page. There was a picture of a black hole. "And that's what your eye would look like! Now wouldn't that be totally awesome? Who wants Brittany to be a super-genius? Yes, you, Lord Tubbington!"