Clueless
AN: I wrote this a while ago and thought I might post it. I absolutely love Brittany. She's genius (figuratively.) Poppy wanted me to upload something. (She's the talented one who has written all the other stories on here. And I've contributed nothing..). I hope you like this extremely short one shot!
Xo. Violet.
Brittany had to get to Math class. It wasn't something she wanted to do. In fact, she was struggling to remember who her teacher was. The teacher had said something about re-visiting Pythagoras..
Brittany didn't remember ever visiting Pythagoras in the first place, but she figured he'd wait for her if she walked around a little bit.
She made her way down the hallway, a bounce in her every step as she hugged her books to her chest, and grinned at people who passed her. She put on the worst frown she could muster when she passed the kid with the afro and glasses. Santana was angry with her last time she smiled at him. "Jacob is grade-A ugly!" Santana had exclaimed, "You can't smile at him!"
Brittany had nodded, but her mind was ticking. That kid's name was Jacob? When they'd made out, she'd just called him Jew-Fro. He hadn't said anything though, so Brittany had thought she was right. Santana was probably secret-friends with him. He must only tell his secret name to his secret-friends.
Brittany quickened her pace to a skip. She saw Kurt and stopped to talk to him. "Hey Kurt!" She called, swaying dizzily. Maybe it was bad to skip in circles?
"Hello Brittany." Kurt paused, then approached her. He must have been skipping around in circles to because all the lines on his shirt were crooked. "Hi." She said giggling quietly, "Where are you going?"
"Drama" He smirked and pushed back his bangs, "Yourself?"
"Oh.. I'm just going for a walk."
Kurt stifled a laugh, "Your teacher's going to love you for that."
"No it's okay. She's visiting Pythagoras so she won't have time to talk to me." She nodded knowledgeably. Kurt looked uncomfortable, "Of course."
Brittany smiled, "Do you want to come walk around with me?"
He bit his lip, "Well.. I'd love to Brittany-"
"Great!" She cried, "Let's go!"
Unable to protest, she hooked her arm around Kurt's and dragged him the opposite way to which he was headed. He was shaking his head a lot, so he must have been really impressed and speechless. She knew he liked that Lady Gaga song...
It wasn't long before they ran into another person that Brittany knew.
"Artie." She beamed at him, "Want to come walk with us?". Artie coughed, and Kurt smiled awkwardly. Maybe Artie was sick.
"Nah." Artie said casually, "I have to go to class."
"Hey Artie.." Brittany smiled, "How did you get the fireflies in your wheels? Can they breathe in there?"
"What?" Artie murmured with an astounded look on his face.
"Well that techno guy sings about having fireflies in jars, and I thought that was really cool. But you're even cooler, and you have them in your wheels."
Kurt coughed too, and Brittany frowned. She'd just gotten rid of her cold, and she didn't want it back. She quickly unraveled her arm from his.
"They're just lights." Artie said, his cheeks flushed.
Brittany rolled her eyes and mouthed 'Your secret's safe with me'. He ignored her, so she pressed her mouth into a pout. Santana told her it was adorable when she looked sad and dumb. Brittany didn't know how to look dumb, but she was really good at looking sad.
"Brittany? You look like you're in pain." Kurt commented, tilting his head.
"Thank you!" Her expression brightened, "I knew I should have taken Drama..."
Her companions said nothing.