QUICK NOTE
Okay, so this fic idea came to me literally in the middle of the night (it's 4am as I am writing this) and I just had to get the fic written down.
This entire fanfiction is completely AU, with references to the original storylines of each episode. The story begins in season one, before Mr. Schue had taken over the Glee club, and progresses into season two from there. Obviously there are gonna be some major changes.
These changes are the following: Kurt never transfers and he never meets Blaine or the Warblers (still gonna have Lauren join the Glee Club because I like her)
Brittany isn't a virgin but she isn't notorious for sleeping around or making out with everyone (she does make out with a few boys but not as many as the original glee storylines said she had)
There is no Kurtcedes/Hummelberry etc friendship and no Unholy Trinity (as of yet!) There will be Brittana and some Kurt/Sam soon though.
Okay...so I think that's it.
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN GLEE! Ryan Murphy does!
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?"
Kurt looked up from his math homework at his best friend Brittany, his eyes crinkling in confusion and curiosity.
"No." He said slowly, "why'd you ask me that?"
The blonde shrugged, pulling at the waistband of her cheerleaders skirt where it was digging into her hips. "I've never kissed a boy before."
Kurt nodded, "o-kay." He said, "are you done with your homework? We still have enough time to watch a quick Disney movie before you have to go." He said, stealing a glance at the clock, 7pm, they still had two hours before Brittany had to go home like she usually did whenever they hung out after school like this.
"Did you hear that the Spanish teacher- Mr. Schue I think his name is -he's taking over the Glee club." Brittany informed Kurt, packing her mostly-finished homework away in her school bag. It went perfectly with her Cheerio's uniform, which pleased Coach Sue immensely, Kurt had helped her pick it out on one of their many shopping trips.
She always found that strange about him. None of her other guy friends- not that she really had any others -liked to go shopping with her like Kurt did. She didn't mind though, he was usually the only person who ever wanted to go shopping with her, the only other friends she had were the girls on the Cheerio's, and they didn't really like her, they all thought she was stupid, she heard them whisper about her behind her back. She was glad to have a friend like Kurt who was willing to do all of the 'girly' stuff with her. Like shopping.
"That's great." Kurt said, finishing off a particularly difficult question and then putting his finished homework away in his Marc Jacobs designer bag. He moved it carefully to the side and out of the way so no harm would come to it."What happened to the Sandy Ryerson guy?"
"I think he got fired and a restraining order put on him or something." Brittany frowned, trying to remember.
"Are you gonna audition?"
"Maybe. What song would I do though?" She looked at the ceiling for a few moments, seemingly deep in thought, Kurt watched her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Just do something that defines you." He told her, lying back on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling himself, "if I were to audition, I would do Mr. Cellophane. I think it explains who I am perfectly."
Brittany laughed, "it does!" She giggled. She looked at Kurt again and he turned his head to look at her, she stopped laughing, and a look of seriousness took over her usually calm (if not a bit confused) face.
"Brit?" Kurt asked.
"We should kiss." She said suddenly, diving for him, Kurt was quick to dodge her though and she fell face-first into the sofa.
"Brittany!" He said, "calm down! We don't need to kiss! What's your obsession with this all of a sudden?" He froze, realisation dawning on his features, "oh god, do you have a crush on me?!"
Brittany lifted her head up from where she had basically face-planted the sofa and looked at her best friend again, he looked curious and a little scared, as if he was desperate to know what was going on but was equally terrified of what he thought the answer would be.
"No." She sighed, "that's why I want to kiss you."
"You're confusing me." Kurt said, he nudged her slightly, "go on."
She sighed again, "it's just- I." She looked at him again and suddenly she was crying.
"Hey- Brittany!" Kurt pulled her into his arms and she sobbed on his shoulder, getting tear stains all over his new designer shirt, he didn't complain, just waited for her to compose herself before asking the obvious question.
"What's wrong? You know you can tell me."
She pulled away from him and wiped her now slightly red eyes, taking a deep breath and sniffing. He passed her a tissue and she smiled at him before dabbing away what was left of her tears.
"I think…" She took another deep breath and lowered her voice to a whisper, "I think I might like girls. A-and you know how everyone always says that when you kiss a boy you get sparks? I just wanted to see if that happened with you." She paused, wiping her nose, "to be sure."
Kurt stared at her, and suddenly she felt terrified, what had she done?! What if Kurt was secretly homophobic? What if he stopped being friends with her and refused to talk to her ever again?
"Oh, Brittany." He said sadly, "I'm the same, with boys, I mean."
Their words floated around in the air for a few minutes, the two of them contemplating what to say to the other, both worried they would say the wrong thing and possibly ruin their great friendship.
Eventually, Brittany slowly leaned over, and before he could stop her, captured Kurt's lips in a kiss. It was slow and sensual, like a normal kiss is, but she couldn't feel anything. She tried to imagine what the girls in the Cheerio's meant when they talked about kissing their boyfriends.
"It's like, oh, I don't know how to explain it." One girl had said, "I just jet this warm feeling inside, you k ow, in my stomach? And it like, slowly spreads to the rest of my body and fills me up with heat from the inside." She looked so love sick, Brittany turned away and continued to practice her dance moves alone.
She tried to compare what the girl was talking about to what she was feeling now, but found it impossible; the truth was, she wasn't feeling anything. There wasn't a warmth in her stomach- not really, and when she pulled away and stared at Kurt for a few seconds, who was breathing heavily, she shook her head.
"I should go." She said, edging towards his bedroom door and grabbing her bag, "Lord Tubbington needs his diet pills."
"Brittany-" Kurt began, but the blonde cheerleader had already turned and ran up the basement stairs, yelling a 'goodbye!' to Mr. Hummel as she ran out of their front door and all the way home.
-oOo-
Just three weeks later and Brittany had successfully managed to make out with at least half the boys in the school.
It was fairly easy, being a Cheerio helped immensely; everyone wanted to make out with a popular girl, even if soda popular girl wasn't that popular.
She and Kurt had grown slightly distant- he had no idea what she was doing, she'd decided it was smart to keep it a secret. He's just try to stop her anyway.
But now, now her…experiment was finally over, as she looked up at Kurt, who was deeply engrossed in his English Lit paper, she decided to spill the beans.
"I made out with some of the boys at school." She said casually.
Kurt looked up at her in shock, "what?" He asked.
"I wanted to make sure that when I didn't feel anything when I kissed you it wasn't just because I didn't like you." She realised what kind of effect this words might have on him and quickly added: "I do like you though, you know I do."
"But Brittany," Kurt said gently, "you don't have to make out with the boys at school. Just wait until you find someone who wants to be your boyfriend." It then dawned on him how harsh that would probably be for the 'boyfriend', but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was trying to protect Brittany. "And for the record, I didn't feel anything either, but I'm not going around and making out with every girl in school now, am I?"
Brittany shrugged, "okay. I'll stop."
Kurt smiled at her, "great, so, would you like me to quickly finish this essay so we can watch a Disney movie?"
Brittany grinned, "only if I get to pick it, and I vote The Little Mermaid!" She got up and danced her way over to Kurt's vast collection of Disney movies while he rushed to finish the last few sentences of his paper. When he was done, Brittany was putting the DVD into the player, and setting the TV up.
"I'll go get us some popcorn." Kurt said, disappearing up the stairs.
Brittany fell on the couch and smiled, their normal best-friendship was back again, they were back to how they were before the kiss.
Kurt reappeared with a large bowl of sugary and salty popcorn. "I forgot to ask which one you wanted so I just got both." He said, popping a few in his mouth on his way over.
He sat down next to her and put the bowl in between their laps so they could share like they'd been doing since they were kids, and the two of them settled down to watch the movie.
-oOo-
The movie had ended, the end credits were all that filled the darkened screen. The bowl of popcorn was empty and lying somewhere on the floor after it had slipped from their grasp when they started moving around to sing along to Under The Sea.
"Kurt?" Brittany whispered, her head was on his chest, the two of them were dozing off at this point, Brittany had already asked her parents and Mr. Hummel if she could stay the night when he came down to check on the two.
'No funny business' he had said. Brittany couldn't help but think, you wouldn't ever have to worry about that with me, Mr. Hummel. But she just nodded along with Kurt to his request and didn't say those words aloud.
"Mhm?" The boy answered, he was very clearly half-asleep.
"If the two of us are- y'know…do you think we should fake-date?"
"What do you mean?" He mumbled, eyes still closed.
"I mean, to keep it a secret, me and you should pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." Brittany smiled at herself and wanted to pay herself on the back for thinking of such a smart idea.
"Mhm, yeah sure- Brittany, m'tired, can we go to sleep now?" He wriggled around a little to get more comfortable.
"Sure." Brittany nestled her head into his chest. "Goodnight Kurt," she paused, thinking of her next few words, "I love you."
Kurt didn't answer for a few seconds, and she thought that maybe he'd already fallen asleep.
"Love you too, Brit." He whispered.