Hey so this is my first story EVER, so if its absolutly crap tell me! Tell me what to fix as well! This is just my take on the Britana love story, starting maybe a few days after "Never Been Kissed" (not a great episode for Britana shipppers :( ) So anyway, I plan to add to this as often as I can, and I have a plan in my mind, but things could change. Chances are it will get a little dirty in later chapters, as well as some fluff, but there WILL be a plot line!

Anyway I hope you read it and review it! thanks!

Brittany Pierce arrived home after a long and tiring Cheerios practice. Normally, she would have invited Santana home with her, but something had felt awkward today, so she decided against it. As if on cue, Brittany's little sister Amy came into the front hallway, looking tired and worn out, as usual. "Could you set the table please? Mary helped cook dinner and I don't want Matthew breaking another dish." "Ok" Brittany replied quietly.

Even though Amy had noticed her fair-haired sisters bad mood, not to mention the lack of her usual companion, she was too busy to ask. She was only 13, and it had been her responsibility for years to act like a mother to an older sister, a younger sister, and two younger brothers. Their parents were always at work, or drinking. Amy had never said anything, but she wondered if perhaps her mother had been drunk a few times while pregnant with Brittany.

A few minutes later, the five Pierce children were gathered around the table, eating a simple meal of chicken and rice. Well, Amy was attempting to eat while trying to feed one year-old Josiah, at the same time trying to stop the food-fight between seven year-old Mary and four year-old Matthew. "Why don't all of us have the same hair color?" Brittany wondered aloud. "What?" Amy replied, only half listening. "Me and Mary and Josiah all have blonde hair, but you and Matthew have brown hair. Why? I mean, Santana and her brother both have dark brown hair. Did mom like sleep around with brown haired guys and that's where you and Matthew were born?" "What does "sleep around" mean?" inquired Mary. Amy turned redder by the minute.

"Brittany, mom's hair is naturally brown, she dyes it, remember? And Mary, sleeping around is a naughty thing grown-ups do, and its very bad." "Santana said that's how Quinn had a baby, is Quinn a grown-up? Is Quinn a bad person?" Mary asked, her brown eyes as big as the moon. "No!" Amy said. "Where's Santana? Why aren't her and Brittany jumping on the bed tonight? Did she hurt her leg?" Matthew asked ever-so-innocently.

She might not be that smart, but Brittany knew of the "jumping on the bed" story Amy used to explain the noises that frequently came from the bedroom. She also knew that when people "jump on the bed" they can sometimes "hurt their legs." "No one hurt anything," she snapped "were just not jumping tonight!" After confused looks from the younger children, along with a knowing look from the older, Brittany ran to her room.

A few minutes later, Amy came into her room. "Brit…"

"Go away" she said between cries

"Hon, did you talk to her today?"

"Kinda. She was mad at me though"

"Why?"

"Cuz I slept with Artie last night. She was jealous" the blonde couldn't help but smirk at that fact

"Jealousy doesn't get you anywhere. There are 30 notches on your bedpost to prove that" she shuddered

"I can't talk to her about it though."

"You can. And I know you will, sooner or later"

Brittany didn't reply so Amy shut the door and started getting her younger siblings ready for bed. She knew what she had to do, she just wasn't sure how she was going to do it. But she had an idea.