Brittany was out of breath by the time she ran around the corner. Checking her cell phone that was in her hand, she counted out the minutes. Ten. Ten straight minutes she had ran. That meant she probably had about two miles between her and the scene of the crime. It was easy to outrun the big henchmen that were supposed to keep prying eyes away. It was easy to do fast twist and turns and keep off of the ground and out of sight. Parkour was something Mike had taught her when they were joking around one day but Brittany had never been happier that she had learned and perfected it.

Her breathing was heavy and she needed to take a moment to calm herself down. Once she was able to do that, she sat motionless and held her breath.

There was nothing to be heard in the silence, meaning she had lost them. A quick sweep of the surrounding area and it was a relief to not see any headlights from the motorcycles that had come roaring after her.

Brittany sat down on the edge of the two story building. She leaned backwards until she was lying as comfortable as possible with the roof of a building underneath her. I can't believe I just saw that.

Before she could relive the events, her phone started ringing. She quickly picked it up, not wanting the sound to give away her hiding spot.

"Hello?"

"Brittany! Are you okay? I'm sorry I missed your call."

"Puck!" Brittany was relieved. She had called him to come pick her up when she happened to walk by that alleyway. The voicemail she left must've had some of the commotion and shouting on it. "I need to be picked up."

"Are you okay, though? I heard some stuff when you called and-"

"I'm fine, just come get me." Brittany cut him off.

"I'll meet you at the usual place or what?"

"No, I'm near the laundry mat."

"But that's a long way away. Why are you-" Puck tried to question the unusual place but Brittany wouldn't let him finish again.

"Just come, please?"

"Alright."

"Thanks." Brittany hung up the phone and stared upwards, wishing she could see the stars. It wasn't long before she heard the engine of Puck's old muscle car roaring up the street. The familiar sound comforted her. She knew that she was in trouble now.

Puck honked the horn, hoping Brittany would appear because he couldn't see her anywhere. Remembering where she was, Brittany ran to the side of the building and maneuvered her way down. She ran around the back of the car and opened the passenger door before scooting in.

"Jesus! You scared the shit out of me, Britt! You couldn't have walked in front of the car or something?" Puck asked while he put the car in drive.

Brittany didn't answer, just looked down at her lap and tried to figure out what had happened.

"Earth to Britt! What's up? Why the sad face and shit?" Puck was never the most sensitive guy.

"Let's just get back, Puck. I need to think." Brittany looked to him, waiting for confirmation. Puck noticed the pleading look in her eyes and so he nodded and continued to drive in silence as the blonde beside him turned to the window.

When they finally arrived back at their small house, there were lights on.

"Mike's home." Puck stated the obvious. Brittany didn't reply, instead just carefully looking around the perimeter of their property before darting out of the car and to the front door. Puck was thoroughly confused at the weird way his pseudo sister was acting. Chicks, man. Don't even try to understand it. The man shook his head before turning off the car and heading inside as well.

When Puck entered the house, Brittany had tears in her eyes. She was seated on the couch next to Mike who was looking scared. The two men shared a look, neither quite knowing how to handle the situation since usually an offer of ice cream cheered up the sad girl but tonight that wasn't the case.

"Britt, you have got to tell us what's wrong. We are kind of clueless about this stuff. Is it that time of the month or something?" Mike asked, trying to be helpful but not really succeeding.

"I saw something. Something I shouldn't have." Brittany whispered through her sniffles. She knew it was bad. A decision had to be made. "I have to change."

"Change how?" Puck questioned, not liking where this was going or how it sounded.

"My appearance. I can't be me. Sylvester will find me." Brittany had heard the horror stories. People had seen crimes like this before and were caught. Even if they got away at first, they were always found in the end.

Hearing the name, Mike nodded. "I have an idea."

"What?" Brittany tried to stop any further tears from escaping.

"Just go clean yourself up." Mike looked down at Brittany's clothes, which were streaked with dirt from climbing around buildings. Even her face wasn't spared a few darker patches. "I'll give him a call."

Brittany wasn't sure what Mike was talking about but she trusted him like nobody else. She nodded and watched Mike walk away while pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. Puck was still standing near the doorway watching her. She couldn't look him in the eyes because she was scared he might see what she saw. Nobody should have to see that. Living with it was bad enough and maybe that's why you were killed if you saw. I'm not going down easy. Brittany had to make a vow to herself before getting up and heading to the shower.

She faintly heard the sounds of somebody ringing their doorbell and the commotion of what must have been them entering. The sounds made Brittany tense at first but when she heard loud laughter she was once again relaxed and the tiniest bit on edge. Something about the hot water washing over her made her feel better, almost as if everything bad was being washed away temporarily.

Too soon the hot water was running out. Brittany had to quickly finish up and get out. She could hear faint voices in the living room. She recognized two of the three but the last was one she had never heard. The voice seemed fairly upbeat and that put her mind slightly more at ease. She could hear the shift in conversation easily as the tones became more hushed and serious.

"So, another Sylvester witness?"

"Yeah. Remember Brittany? My roommate and the one you thought I was dating even though she is like my sister?"

There was a pause where Brittany assumed the mystery person nodded.

"She just came home a little while ago all shook up and dirty. I'm not sure exactly what happened but she was definitely running from Sylvester. I can't let anything happen to her. I just…can't."

"I understand, Mike. We both know the best way to fix this. Just like Rachel, she's even been able to keep up a successful career. It's not Broadway but probably as close as she can get now without them finding her."

"I haven't explained it to her yet. She doesn't know what I'm hoping you can do for her." Mike tried to explain.

Puck cut in. "It's either this or she runs. Nobody ever outruns Sylvester forever. It's her only choice."

Curiosity finally got the better of her and Brittany came out of the bathroom, dressed in new clothes and feeling better. She headed straight for the living room, facing the mystery person head on. She was surprised to find a thin, well-dressed man sitting on the couch next to Mike.

"Brittany." Puck announced her presence in a gruff voice.

The other two guys on the couch looked up. Brittany noticed the unknown man's eyes rake over her but there was no sexual feeling to it. Mike tried to give her a smile but anybody could clearly see the worry that was just underneath the surface.

"Who is this?" Brittany tried to sound nonchalant but Puck and Mike both saw the underlying fright. Both understood the reason why and neither commented on it.

Mike decided to take the questions, knowing Puck was probably trying to hold himself back from going after the very same people Brittany was running from. "Britt, this is Kurt. We had a mutual friend awhile back who was in your situation. It's been over a year since she had to start running. Kurt gave her a special kind of makeover and, with your permission of course, we hope he can do the same for you. He's the only one I've heard of that can make people really change enough without paying thousands of dollars in plastic surgery. We don't have that kind of money."

"What is this makeover? Are you going to, like, burn my face off or something? I don't like pain." Brittany was suddenly more scared of this Kurt guy than she was before.

Mike stood up and walked over to her to put a comforting arm around his friend. "No, Britt. It's a haircut, some new clothes, and a-a-" Mike scrunched up his face, trying to remember what Kurt had said.

"A binder." The man offered, standing up from the couch and walking slowly towards Brittany. Once she figured out that he didn't plan on hurting her, she met him halfway. He slowly walked a circle around her, still scrutinizing and visualizing what had to be done.

"Yeah." Mike continued. "A binder. We are moving, too."

This made Brittany's head snap up to meet Mike's hard gaze. Before she could protest, he held his hand up to silence her. "It's not a big deal. We all came out here with nothing and we still don't have much. It's safer and who knows, maybe one of us will actually get a good job this time!" Mike tried to joke. Puck chuckled in agreement, trying to show his support without blowing his top over the whole situation.

He didn't blame Brittany at all but anybody who scared or tried to hurt the blonde deserved the worst possible punishment. She was the only one who had been genuinely nice to him in high school and not just for his muscles or popularity. He was always ashamed of himself when he thought about how he had taken advantage of her a few times but he's been making it up to her as best as he could ever since. "Maybe this time we can even get a dog or a cat."

Brittany's eyes light up at the thought of having a pet. Puck and Mike both grinned when they saw the girl's smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, Britt." Mike agreed. Both guys didn't really like the idea of an animal roaming around the house but if it made Brittany happy they would both suck it up.

"It'll take some work but I can do it, I think. Her height is a definite bonus." Kurt announced, finally done with his initial inspection. He noted her tight pink shirt and cheerleader shorts. "I have a feeling this job will require a bit of a shopping spree, though."

"That we can afford." Puck said, letting Kurt know they had a bit of leeway when it came to spending money.

"When?" Brittany asked, slowly putting the pieces together. She knew it had to be done and it was probably one of the more sensible options. Her first idea was to fly to another continent, like Canada.

"We can do the haircut tonight or tomorrow. You'll have to wait until everything opens again so I can run out and get a binder and some different clothes for you. Otherwise everything is up to you." Kurt put a comforting hand on the blonde's shoulder. He had barely known her for ten minutes and he could already tell that she was one of the last people something like this should happen to.

"I want to do the haircut tonight." Brittany looked up to meet the eyes of the other three men in the room. They all nodded in turn, agreeing with whatever she wanted. She felt slightly better knowing she had their support.

"I'm going to start looking for a new place. If you need anything, just yell for me." Mike looked into Brittany's clouded blue eyes so he knew she understood. It pained him to see they were no longer the innocent clear blue and instead had a gray tint. After she nodded he pulled her into a hug. He squeezed her as tight as he could without hurting her and she returned it with just as much force.

"I'm going to go help him." Puck hugged her as well and her two roommates, pseudo-brothers, left to go look for their new home.

"You're lucky to have them. Rachel didn't have anybody. She found a couple people now who know and still accept her but it was a rough start." Kurt said sympathetically. "I just need to go out to my car to get some things. If you could put your hair in a braid that would probably be best and I'll be right back." He turned and walked out the door.

Brittany was left alone in her own living room. She sighed before reaching up and gathering her hair to start braiding it. Her life was about to change so dramatically. A couple of hours ago she was normal and happy-go-lucky and now this was happening. If only I had waiting a little bit longer. If only I hadn't gone on that walk at all. If only I had chosen a different route. Brittany shook her head at herself. She couldn't think that way anymore because there was no going back. Puck had informed her about how time machines weren't really real. That sucks, I could really use one right now.

She jumped when the door opened again.

"Sorry!" Kurt apologized. "I should've knocked or given you a warning or something." He had dealt with people in this position before and he knew they were always scared and delicate. "This will probably be easiest to clean if we did it in the bathroom or kitchen."

Brittany finished her braid and finally spoke again. "Kitchen."

Kurt followed the blonde into the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for her and directed her to sit. She did so shakily and watched as he set his tools down on the table. He threw a sheet over her to protect her clothes from collecting any stray and fallen hairs.

He picked up the big pair of scissors and grabbed her braid. "You ready?"

Brittany took a deep breath and held it. "Yeah."

*Snip*

A*N – Ahhh first chapter! I hope you all are thoroughly intrigued and yes Santana will become a part of things soon. How, though? You'll have to find out!

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Remember I'm a big ol' college kid now. Updates will not be as frequent as previous stories but I promise I will try my hardest not to turn into one of those people who only update once every two months or something. T for now but rating may change for possible mature scenes in the future, should they fit and be wanted. Thank you for reading!

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