Hello! I haven't written anything like this in about two years, so I'm a little rusty at the moment, but I had this idea for a fic and I couldn't help myself. I hope you like it, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters featured in this story. If I did own Glee it wouldn't be ending in a month and Klaine wouldn't have crashed Brittana's wedding.

Chapter 1

Pulling the black heels from her feet, Brittany felt an immediate surge of relief flow through her body. Rehearsals had been kicking her butt all week and she was exhausted. She loved dancing and she was so grateful for the opportunity she'd been given to perform on Broadway, but this wasn't her dream. Sure, she'd been excited when her friend Rachel finally got the lead role in a real Broadway musical, and she was even more excited when Rachel spoke to the producers and got her a small part as a background character, but five 12 hour rehearsal sessions a week for almost a month was seriously getting the better of her. Her boyfriend Sam had been supportive from day one, he reminded her that this was her chance to get her foot in the door of the dance community and she'd be getting offers from all over once the show started, but she was just tired. As she slipped her aching feet into the comforting warmth of her Uggs, she heard the shrill voice of Rachel Berry approaching her from behind.

"Brittany!" she inwardly groaned, if Rachel kept her away from her bed any longer she'd find something to throw at her head. Probably a shoe. "I just wanted to remind you that we made plans to go out with Kurt tomorrow night, is that still okay with you? We were thinking of going to Callbacks as it's conveniently close enough to the theater to go straight there from here and-"

"Awesome, I have to go. Bye Rachel." Brittany cut her off, slung her bag over her shoulder and turned on her heel towards the door, leaving the shorter girl gaping after her.

Once she arrived outside the theater, she pulled out her phone to text Sam to tell him that she was on her way home, only to find the battery had died, causing her to sigh and slip it back into the pocket of her sweatpants. Their apartment was only a fifteen minute walk from the theater and they didn't exactly live in a rough part of the city, so she felt comfortable walking home alone at 10pm. The streetlights and light spilling out of the various establishments along the street illuminated the sidewalk, and she pulled out her headphones from her bag and plugged them into her dead phone, pretending to be too lost in her music in case anyone tried to bother her; she loved living in New York, but you could only be too cautious. Her mood lifted once she finally reached her building and the excitement of getting to relax at home for an entire weekend caused her a sudden rush of energy and she leapt up the steps to the door and made a bee-line through the lobby straight to the elevator, which, thankfully, was already on the ground floor. Brittany pressed the button that took her to the third floor and she grinned to herself in the mirrored elevator doors, taking in her appearance. Her face was clean of makeup, her blonde hair was scooped up into a messy bun atop her head and her tank top and sweatpants could easily act as pajamas – she could go straight to bed.

The elevator came to a stop on her floor and as the doors opened she strolled down the hall to her apartment, slid in the key and opened the door. "Sammy I'm home!" she sang, setting her bag down against the wall and kicking off her boots. Suddenly, there was a crashing sound coming from their bedroom and her head whipped round towards the noise. "Sam?" she called, cautiously walking towards the closed door and turning the knob to slowly open the door. What if aliens had landed on the roof and they were trying to abduct him? What if they tried to abduct her too? What if-

Her heart stopped as her eyes focused on the scene before her. "Britt this isn't-" she didn't hear the rest of what he said, she didn't know what was happening, she'd turned away from the rushed fastening of buttons and the clothes that didn't belong to her strewn all over her bedroom. She walked back out of the front door and before she realized what she was doing, she was already on the sidewalk outside her building again. Her cheeks were wet and the dampness from the ground was seeping into her socks. It was only then that she became aware that she'd left the apartment without shoes on, but she couldn't go back, not now, she had to get out of there. Brittany found herself walking aimlessly and, without shoes on and with tears streaming down her face, she probably looked like a mad woman, so she tried her best to avoid eye contact with anybody, she just kept her eyes glued to the ground and walked ahead, replaying what had just happened over and over in her mind.

After what seemed like hours, she lifted up her head to find she was back outside the theater. Wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater, she pushed open the door, hoping that somebody was still there. With what she could only attest to being the sheer grace of god, the door opened and she made her way down the halls to the backstage area and to her locker, which she knew contained a change of clothes and a pair of tennis shoes. However, once she arrived at her locker, she found that her key was in her bag, which she'd left at her apartment with her shoes. Falling backwards onto the bench behind her, Brittany threw her hands over her face and cried. The memory of what her boyfriend had been doing in her bedroom with a woman who wasn't her replayed in her head, and the tears kept flowing, her sobs were harder and louder now. She almost didn't notice the arm thrown over her shoulder and a strong arm pulling her into a warm body. She knew from the soft feeling of the cashmere sweater against her face and the lack of breasts that it was Kurt who'd randomly appeared in the girls' locker room to comfort her. He didn't say anything, he just pulled her in tighter and moved his hand up and down her arm.

Once the sobs had somewhat subsided, Kurt released his grip on the blonde and she wiped at her eyes, glad she'd chosen not to wear mascara that morning. "Britt, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern for the crying girl. She tried to get the words out but she just couldn't bring herself to admit what had happened, she just shook her head and felt her face crumple with a new round of tears wracking her body. "Do you need me to call Rachel?" he asked, pulling out his phone without waiting for an answer and finding her in his contacts. Brittany curled back into Kurt as she cried, shoving the heels of her hands into her eyes to try and control the tears that refused to stop. She couldn't hear what Kurt was saying to Rachel on the phone, all she could hear were the sounds of zippers and Sam's voice shouting for her to come back, but before she knew it, the telltale sound of Rachel's heels clacked against the tiled floor of the locker room and she was being pulled into the smaller girls arms. Brittany felt Rachel's hands stroke her hair and her crying stopped a little, so she lifted her chin to rest on the brunette's shoulder because she didn't want to get her blouse wet.

"Brittany do you need to stay at our place tonight? Rachel has a double bed you can just crash there if you need to," Did she need to stay at their apartment? Could she go home? As far as she was aware Sam hadn't chased after her, was he still there with that woman in their bedroom? She nodded her head yes, she couldn't go back there, at least not tonight. Rachel pulled back and gave Brittany a once over with her eyes, stopping at her feet.

"Where are your shoes? Did you walk all this way with no shoes on?" she asked and Brittany's eyes dropped to her light blue duck embroidered socks, which were now almost completely black on the bottom. "Brittany?" Rachel asked again, Brittany snapped her head up, she'd forgotten to answer her.

"I- I left them at my- at the apartment," she replied, her voice thick from the tears that had now stopped for the moment. Kurt and Rachel glanced at each other for a moment, before Rachel dug her locker key out of her purse and unlocked her designated locker, retrieving a pair of bright pink tennis shoes.

"You can borrow these, they're probably a little too small but the walk to the subway isn't that far and our apartment is quite close to the Bushwick stop, you'll just have to squeeze into them for now. Okay, Brittany?" Brittany nodded and accepted the shoes, shoving her wet sock covered feet into them and quickly tying the laces. Rachel was right, her toes were a little cramped, but it wasn't unbearable. What was unbearable, she found, was the tight pain in her chest that she hadn't noticed until then. Kurt took Brittany's hand and pulled her up from the bench and the trio left the theater, locking the door behind them as they exited out onto the street.

SO this is the first chapter, I know there's no Santana at the moment but I promise she'll be in the next chapter. I just want to take my time with this because I hate it when they meet too soon in fics and get married within three updates, I want it to be at least a little bit realistic. This is primarily a Brittana story and there will be lots of sweet lady kisses later on ;) Please review/follow/fave if you want to and I'll try and update by tomorrow!

-M