Hey guys, this is my first ever Brittana fic (on this site anyways). I decided to make their romance bloom in the world of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children because I just thought... Hey! Peculiar Brittana sounded awesome. Aside from that, I totally love Ransom Rigg's work on that novel.

Am I talking too much? Oh yes I do, because I'm nervous as hell.

I do not own Glee because FOX owned it, I also do not own Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children because Ransom Rigg was the one who wrote it. I only use the character's names and Mr. Rigg's world.

Hope you enjoy this and any kind of reviews would be welcomed x


Chapter I – Welcome

Everything has always been the same in her loop. She got up every morning to find the same amount of people and the same headmistress all over again. She did the tiring chores all morning, hanging by the lake when the sun was about to set, and then dine with the others in the dining room. On some days, they would mess with the sailors, like raiding their boats or just setting their boats loose. It wouldn't matter, everything would reset during the changeover. Every single person in the town would forget that yesterday ever happened, giving them the opportunity to mess with the townspeople all they want.

She was one of the oldest here, by appearance and by her real age. Miss Kestrel has always been the oldest of course; she's the headmistress after all. The other boy, Noah, is about her age as well. He got that charm speak, Miss Kestrel called it. It was almost like hypnotizing, but non-peculiars could never tell. It was really hard to tell that he used it on her at first, but eventually she'd figure it out by herself. She wasn't as helpless and defenseless as Noah first thought.

On that exact same day, February 25, 1974, the sun was on at its highest. Children and some teenagers sprawled lazily on their backs at the yard, watching as Rachel sing for the millionth time in her existence in the loop. She sipped from her lemonade as she watched some of the kids still gaped at Rachel in awe, rolling her eyes at their simple stupidity. But the ordinary day was no longer there when they heard a loud banging on the front door. Feeling curious, every single one of the 10 people there stood up, even Rachel stopped singing to follow the others.

They didn't bother going inside first to reach the front door. Instead, they went around the Victorian styled house. Although when they were about to turn to see who's knocking, they shot each other a worried glance once before walking toward the person slowly from behind.

"Who are you?", was the first thing that escaped her mouth. The person in front of her, a girl, she realized, jumped slightly in surprise.

Her blonde hair whipped around her face as she turned around wide-eyed to them, her blue eyes showed them her plain emotion. She was scared, startled, and… confused.

"I—I—where am I?", she stammered.

"Miss, no need to be scared. We were just asking who you are", Noah said, stepping forward to try to calm the girl down.

"I'm… Brittany, Brittany Pierce" she said, her eyes scanning the 10 people in front of her with bewilderment.

"This Brittany girl dressed funny", Sam snickered, earning a few chuckles from Noah.

She glared at him to tell him to shut up before holding out a hand, "I'm Santana Lopez. Could you tell us how did you get here, Brittany?"

The girl looked down to her outfit. She was wearing a T-Shirt and a pair of denim skinny-jeans, her sneakers was a bit muddy but she didn't understand what was so funny about her outfit. She looked up at the boy who said she looked funny and told him a straight-forward statement, "I don't dress funny, but you all do"

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, looking down at her outfit as well. There wasn't anything wrong with wearing a sundress, the laces were cute. The boys were also wearing their usual outfits, their baggy shirts were tucked inside of their trousers. She looked back up to Brittany who was still looking at them like they were some kind of mystical creatures.

Noah stepped closer to her; he leaned forward to whisper into her ear, "She's not from here"

Santana then remembered that all the things that happened in the loop would repeat as if they were all set on replay. Everything would reset but their own lives because they're peculiar. So if this Brittany girl was from here, they would've dealt with her every day in the past few years. But there she was, dressing funny and looking flabbergasted. She was from The Other Side.

"Well, Miss Pierce", Santana said carefully, "why don't we go inside? I… it's a really bright day outside I'm sure we could get some water… or maybe lemonade inside?"

"I don't—"

"Please", Quinn stepped forward, offering her sweetest smile before striding past Santana to loop her arm around the new girl's arm. Brittany looked confused but didn't pull away her arm from Quinn's, "I'd love to make you my famous lemonade while Santana called the headmistress down to talk to you"

"Headmistress…?" Brittany asked, looking even more confused. Quinn ignored her as she gave Santana a sign to hurry herself to the headmistress room. After shooting Quinn a grateful look, she sprinted upstairs to the headmistress room.

As she passed the new girl, their eyes met briefly. Just one look into those blue eyes told her that something massive was going to change because of her arrival.


After just taking about 3 sips of lemonade, which was absolutely amazing, Santana was back downstairs to tell her that the headmistress was ready to meet her. Brittany, still pretty much confused, followed the raven haired girl upstairs silently.

She hadn't realized it before, but the house was huge. It was clearly built for more than 10 children. Its white hallway was clean and the rooms downstairs were pretty much built for meetings or leisure place. The staircase was located at the end of the hall, the dark wood of each staircase somehow fascinated Brittany. The windows in the house were huge, like from ceiling to floor huge. It didn't give the children much privacy inside, but it also gave the people inside the view of the forest outside.

Upstairs, there were even more rooms than there was downstairs. It mostly contained of bedrooms, but there was also a library at the end of the hallway, according to Santana. While on the other end, behind the only brown door upstairs, was the headmistress's office.

"Is this… a dorm?", Brittany asked, right after they climbed the last ladder.

Santana glanced at her briefly before gesturing her to follow, "You could say that, but this place is more like… a safe haven for us"

"Like Hogwarts then?", Brittany asked again.

Santana looked at her weirdly while shaking her head slowly, "I don't know what you're talking about"

Brittany was about to accuse her of lying because who on earth didn't know about Harry Potter and his amazing Hogwarts?! But they came to a halt in front of that brown wooden door, "I'll stop here, you go on inside. Headmistress would be pleased to meet you"

"Wait", Brittany's hand shot up to grab at the other girl's wrist. Santana looked down to their linked hands before looking up at Brittany, sending her a questioning look. "Why… can't you go inside with me?"

Santana could see the plain nervousness written all over the blonde's face, she pulled back her arm only to squeeze Brittany's hand in reassurance. "Headmistress is a good person; I have no business in there. We owe her so much and we respect her so".

"That doesn't answer my question…", Brittany protested weakly.

Santana smiled at her one last time, hoping it would be the assurance the girl needed. "I have been in your position before, but I assure you that the headmistress won't do you any harm. If I have questions, I sure will ask you myself, Miss Pierce."

She didn't know why, but she felt herself smile at Santana's reassurance. After Santana let go of her hand, she sent the girl a grateful look before turning around to knock lightly on the door. Santana quickly disappeared downstairs.


She expected the headmistress to be someone creepy looking and old, so she was rather surprised when she found a tall blonde woman inside, sitting by the fireplace with a huge smile on her face.

"You must be Brittany Pierce", the woman stood up, crossing the room to enthusiastically shook her hand. "I'm headmistress Holly H. Kestrel"

"Um… Hi Miss Kestrel", Brittany smiled back sheepishly. The taller blonde just chuckled then gestured for her to sit on the seat by the fireplace.

As she sat down, she noticed how fascinating Miss Kestrel's office was. She noticed it looked a lot like the ones in those detective movies like Sherlock Holmes where the wooden bookshelves lined the wall, a massive wooden desk was placed on the other side of the room, an elegant fireplace facing two leather armchairs with Persian rug underneath them, and even a vinyl player on the corner of the room. She even noticed the bottle of ink on the desk, complete with those vintage looking papers and scrolls.

"Do you like what you see, Miss Pierce?", the headmistress smiled at her softly from the armchair across from her, even dressed in black, the woman still looked radiant.

"This is super awesome, Miss Kestrel. I feel like I'm in a Sherlock Holmes movie", Brittany grinned from ear to ear, couldn't hide her own giddiness. It was amazing how fast things could go, one second she was plain scared and confused, the second she was fascinated by everything she saw.

"Well", Miss Kestrel chuckled, "Don't you want to know what this place actually is?"

"Absolutely", Brittany nodded her head.

"But before we do that, Miss Pierce, I'd like to know how do you get here?", the older blonde's face turned serious in a matter of second, making Brittany tensed in her seat.

She took a deep breath, straightening herself on her seat before answering truthfully, "I don't know. I was wandering around the forest, the lake was beautiful and then I found this cave near the lake. I got out of there then wandered again a bit, and then I found this massive house. This house almost seemed hypnotizing, to be honest. And then finally, I found myself knocking on the front door with these funny looking children confronting me"

"What were you doing in the forest?"

Brittany scrunched her brows, trying to remember the reason why she was in the forest in the first place. When she remembered the reason, her face clouded instantly, "I think it'd be better if we don't talk about it"

The woman leaned closer to her in her seat, narrowing her eyes slightly at her but didn't push the matter. "Do you have any idea where you are?"

"Willkinleyburg, an island near Manchester?", Brittany answered, although it sounded like another question.

"Do you notice something… different?"

"I don't know…," Brittany answered hesitantly, she didn't really look around a lot. All she did was entering a cave just to find nothing there. She got back out then wandered around a bit. Of course it wasn't hard to spot the huge white Victorian styled house in the forest, how'd she gotten into this mess? She wasn't feeling entirely comfortable with being interrogated like this.

"Do you have any family or life back in town?"

The blonde girl furrowed her brows in confusion, what does that have anything to do with her being here? "I'm new in the town and I don't think anybody would even notice I was gone. I'm 17 anyways"

"Okay Miss Pierce, so this might be a straight forward question but… Do you think you want to live here?" Miss Kestrel's face was all serious and hopeful.

Brittany didn't know what came into Miss Kestrel's mind by asking her that. She just happened to knock on her door and the woman offered a place to live?! It all seemed too good to be true.

"Miss Pierce…?" the woman asked again. Brittany snapped out of her swarming thoughts, looking up to find the same hopeful look in the woman's face.

"Why would you want me to live here…?" she finally asked hesitantly.

"Ah", Miss Kestrel leaned back as if the answer never did cross her mind. Brittany waited as Miss Kestrel looked into the fireplace absently, her arms folded on her stomach when she drowned herself in her own thoughts. Brittany wished she could peek into the older blonde's mind to at least figure out if she was genuine or if she only wanted to use her for something. When Miss Kestrel finally looked up, she clearly said, "This place is safe for us, Miss Pierce. There'd be a lot to learn and some stuffs to figure out. I would tell you everything there is to tell, but I figure you'd need some times to process the things I'm about to tell you"

"Such as…?"

Miss Kestrel ignored her question with a wave of her hand, she continued her rambling, "I thought that maybe you could stay with us for a week? Then after that, you could decide whether you want to stay with us or not"

The blonde girl bit her lip in thought, looking down absently to her fiddling fingers. Staying there for a week wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? She didn't really have a life back in town anyways and the other guys here seemed absolutely harmless.

"Okay", Brittany finally breathed out.

"Okay?" Miss Kestrel looked like she almost jumped out of her seat upon hearing Brittany's statement. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Brittany could almost feel her hopefulness also invading her senses.

"Yes, Miss Kestrel. But upon one condition", Brittany said. She swore she could see the light in Miss Kestrel's eyes suddenly dimmed, her whole face turned gray and clouded once more. But Miss Kestrel didn't snap at her or even kicked her out. She simply nodded as she waited for Brittany to give her the condition. "I'd like to know what this place really is. I promise I'd stay here if you tell me the truth"

Miss Kestrel sighed, as if she was expecting a lot more worse condition than the one Brittany just gave her. Well, okay her question was harmless. But seeing the rush of relief upon the woman's face was making her feel a bit uneasy.

The woman sat up from her seat, crossing the distance between them in just one large step. She held out a hand for Brittany to take, which then Brittany took hesitantly. Satisfied that Brittany was also on her feet, Miss Kestrel stepped back then say with an exaggerated hand gesture, "Miss Pierce, welcome to the Peculiars Home"