Hello there! Yeah, this is a long author note and yes, finally, I had dragged my butt out of my depression over the Brittana break-up and I managed to write this future!fic. Yayy! So, I would just like to thank you guys because you are so awesome at keeping me up. I really love you people!
Also, I would like to ask for your help because I am in dire need of a beta. And since this is unbeta-ed, all the mistakes are mine and I have a lot of them.
Well, to be honest, I just wrote this because I wanted to escape the fuckery that was Bram, I mean, look, I don't hate Sam or any of the Glee writers, but I really, really wantz to get my Brittana kisses on! God, that was exasperating.
Do other people have any idea on how many boxes of Kleenex I've spent while I was having crying sessions over Brittana? But, still, all of us...we have to keep on hoping. Let's hold on until our babies will be back together.
This is actually, a four-chaptered fic or a little longer than that, and then this would be a running fic, that is I would get prompts and all, and I am establishing a Brooklyn-verse future!fic. And look out for more fics with Brittany, Santana and Brooklyn!
So if you want to give me your prompts, you can submit in my tumblr, it's bonheu-r . tumblr . com (delete the spaces between the dots so you get it right) or you can send me your prompts at The Brittana Fanfiction Project page on Facebook. Better yet, send me a personal message and I will answer it. Let's be friends!
Also, I am looking forward to your comments and your suggestions, because I am planning this to have a sequel. That is. if you let me.
I love you guys! xx
The elder woman looked up to the flustering blonde woman in front of her. She was knitting silently and the blonde woman was already ranting about her daughter's needs for the night.
"So, Mrs. Cole, she won't wake up that much, but if she does, just give her milk and then she'd sleep again and that would be just that."
"Yes, and I would not forget the water after she drinks her milk. Believe me, Brittany, I know it. It's been what, almost four years! Now run along, or you'd be late. It's almost six and the bus comes at six fifteen," the elder woman said with a smile.
"Thank you, so much, Mrs. Cole," the blonde woman smiled back.
"Oh, don't mention it, dear. Now run along you woman, the bus leaves in a few minutes."
Brittany left her cramped apartment and walked into the chilled November evening.
The air was crisp and cold it had caused to settle all over downtown New York swept through the insides of the blonde woman's thinning coat. She quickly pulled it closer to her body and she thought about her life as she waited for the bus to pick her up.
Brittany hated night shifts. She hates it because it means Brooklyn, her young three-year old daughter would have to wake up to her nightmares without a Mommy to hug her and tell her it's going to be okay. Night shifts mean gruesome and tiring, especially she had to deal with lecherous customers.
The bus arrived at her stop and she climbed in, internally thankful for the warmth that wrapped her, making the cold from her thin coat dissipate. She smiled at an old man who was sitting beside her before she sank back into her thoughts.
She loved watching people, wondering what their stories were like, what secrets they have inside them, what are their reasons to live. She loved trying to guess how they are doing and what they do for a living. Brittany often loved to wonder if some of them had kids around Brooklyn's age too.
It was a very wistful living.
At times like this, as she was sitting on the bus seat, her mind would often wander back to the time when she was younger, when she was still at Julliard. She thought of what could have beens, a thousand what ifs…and the like.
She often wondered if they hadn't broke up when she was in her second senior year, maybe she would be at least happy right now.
She's happy, kind of, actually. It's not that Brooklyn is making her unhappy, no. Brooklyn had been the only source of her happiness. It's just that Brittany hated the struggle. She hated the sleepless nights, she hated that she had to work her ass off in this goddamned coffee shop just to support her and her daughter, just to make sure they have dinner on their table.
Maybe if she could have just looked for her harder, maybe if she wasn't an ass for thinking that she could go on without her, they could have been together.
They should have been.
The bus stopped at the bus stop just some paces away from the coffee shop Brittany had been working in and she quickly went to the back of the service door to start working as a waitress…
It was already three in the morning and there were just three people in the coffee shop and Brittany was crouching over the counter, counting the tiles, so she could not fall asleep. Truth is, Brittany had already counted the tiles on the counter a million times for now. And she just did this counting because she doesn't really want to fall asleep and get her ass fired, because if she does, then she's in knee-deep shit.
Somehow, Brittany had got through the day and she was already trudging the same old sidewalk she had been walking on these past two years and waited for the morning bus that would take her home along with two drunk girls who were very touchy-touchy beside her.
They were giggling and laughing and everything else seemed to remind Brittany of her, of their times together when they were still in high school. They were so carefree, so certain that they would end up together…
She wondered if she had been married.
She wondered if she had children.
Maybe she's asleep in her husband's arms…maybe wife's arm?
Maybe her wife would be another blonde. Perhaps…Quinn.
Suddenly, Brittany's eyes started to burn and she had to turn away from the girls because a single tear had already escaped from her left eye. She thanked whoever who was above her because the bus had arrived.
The ride home was just like all the other days. There were a few people; most of them were as drowsy and as tired-looking as her. Still, some others were drunk and are very tipsy in the back of the bus.
Again, it reminded Brittany of her.
She rubbed the heels of her hands onto her eyes, hoping that the gesture would shake her sad thoughts of her. It has been what? Six years? Almost seven years, and still…that brunette was still the one inside her heart.
Call her a sappy dick, yes she is. But every time Brittany thought about her Latina, she would just tear up and feel that incredibly big lump in her throat that seemed to never go away. She felt so empty.
That's why she met Jeremy. And in turn, how Brooklyn came out in this fickled world.
She was in her fifth semester in Julliard when she met him. At first, their relationship was like all the other relationships. She thought she had forgotten her. She even moved in with him.
And that's when things started to change. Jeremy started hitting her. At first she thought it was just a new side of Jeremy, but then the beatings became more and more severe and more and more painful so she told Jeremy that they should drop it.
It only made matters worse.
She was so lost and so scared that the man she had loved, or tried to love had turned into a monster. Every night, he took advantage of her. Brittany was a flailing soul. She was so helpless.
One time, she was home from school and she saw that another girl, who was presumably from her class, in Jeremy's bed, and Jeremy on top of her, of course.
That's how she left Jeremy, with only a backpack of her things, and nothing else. She rented a cheap apartment and there, she found out she was six weeks pregnant with Jeremy's kid. She cried.
She got kicked out, and she had to take menial jobs. If it wasn't for Mrs. Cole, who lived next to her, she wouldn't have made it.
On a March dawn, Brittany gave birth to a wriggling Brooklyn Pierce.
Now she's going home to that same apartment she had and to her daughter.
Mrs. Cole was making two cups of plain coffee when Brittany walked in the small living room. Pictures and colour doodling were hanging everywhere and she smiled.
If there was one thing to brighten her day, it had to be Brooklyn.
"Hello, Brittany," the older woman smiled at her.
"Hello, Mrs. Cole. Thank you for looking out for Brooklyn while I was gone," Brittany said gratefully.
"Anytime, my dear," the old woman took a sip of her coffee and settled on the counter. After a few more sips, she turned for the door and Brittany was quick in thanking the old woman again. Mrs. Cole promised to be back in the evening, too, to which Brittany thankfully hugged the woman.
Brittany faced the living room and she heard a ruffle in the bedroom. She walked in and saw her daughter sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Good morning, baby!" she cooed as she sat by the side of the bed they shared.
"Goo' morning, mom…" the almost four-year old chattered happily.
"How was sleep?" Brittany asked as she rumpled the child's blonde hair.
"Good," Brooklyn smiled, her teeth showing. "I have school today?"
"Yup. Come on, let's get you ready for school," Brittany said, as she pulled off the child's PJs and dragged her child to the shower.
Brooklyn had her eyes, her hair, her nose, even her smile. There was never a trace of Jeremy in her, maybe the high cheekbones, but all in all, Brooklyn looked so much like Brittany.
The child stepped out of the bathroom, all clean and smiling as she beckoned for her mother to help her out. Brittany's job as a mom for Brooklyn had just started.
She walked Brooklyn to her school, and then did the grocery. After it, she went to the Laundromat and did all the laundry she could do. By afternoon, she was cleaning the apartment and it's almost four when she was done. She quickly fixed Brooklyn snack the moment she arrived and made dinner for two, for Brooklyn and Mrs. Cole before she went to work. By five, she had already done everything for her daughter and all she might need.
She stepped into the shower and let the water cascade down her body. Fifteen minutes after, she got out, and she had her usual change of clothes: a not so fitting, but never baggy plain blouse, cheap pants, a pair of flats that were worn out of use, but still usable, and a thinning coat.
Ever since she had Brooklyn, she had always put her daughter first. Her daughter's needs were far more important than hers. And she only saw it as fitting.
Brittany tied her blonde hair into a messy bun when there was a knock on the door. She knew it was Mrs. Cole.
"Good evening," the old lady smiled.
"Good evening, Mrs. Cole," Brittany flashed a warm smile to the old lady who seemed to be her mother all the time she had to go through while having Brooklyn.
"Honey, it's fifteen minutes before six, run along now," Mrs. Cole looked at the clock.
"No, I have to do the dishes first," Brittany smiled as she skipped to the sink.
"No, Brook and I would do that. Just, run along now. We don't want you running late, okay?" Mrs. Cole tapped Brittany's shoulder lovingly.
"Alright, alright. I'm going," Brittany smiled as she excused herself.
She walked briskly down the hallway at exactly six five in the evening, and out into the main door of the apartment. Maybe it was just her day, or it was her plain shitty bad luck, because the door seemed not to budge and stayed stuck, not until she kicked it.
Her foot resounded and the door was finally open. She glanced at her clock and it was six fourteen. She sprinted to the bus stop, but she was shit out of luck because the bus that would take her on time was already on the next block. She stopped short and just stood there, contemplating on what should be done or not. Then she decided that she would just take the six-thirty bus.
She arrived twenty minutes late at the restaurant, and Jessica, the manager had thrown a fit over her head for being late.
"Sorry, the door in my apartment got stuck and I had t kick it," Brittany apologized.
"Look, Britt, I know it's kind of hard for you, and I really want you here, but you can't be late all the time, you know that. I know, it's not easy, you know, being there, being this and that, and I just want you to keep this job, because you've got Brook to look after, so try to be cautious next time, okay?" Jessica sighed.
"Yeah, sure," tears pricked at the edges of Brittany's eyes. She doesn't know why, but when people tell her that she had to be this way and that way because Brook was there, she felt like crying. It's not a bad thing, though. She knew it was never Brooklyn's fault they had to be that way. But people make it sound as if she was a hopeless case. It seemed like everyone else was screaming at her face that she had deserved this life.
Maybe when Santana told her that she'd be so successful in life back in high school, maybe…maybe Santana had read it wrong.
The tears were at bay when she was thinking of her again, so she ran to the bathroom, and there she broke down into a crying mess.
Five minutes later and a couple of Kleenex, Brittany was up and serving coffee like nothing had happened. She rounded the beverages and like as any night shift she'd have, it was already two, and the place was as quiet as a cemetery and Brittany felt her eyelids grow heavy.
This time, she tried counting the perpendicular angles across the floor.
"Three hundred forty-three," she mumbled as she craned her neck. She was so immersed at her task at hand that she had turned her back from the door and hadn't heard it open.
"Can I have a cup of espresso, please," a raspy, familiar voice drifted through Brittany's ears. It caused the blonde woman to snap her head to the direction of the voice faster that a streak of lightning tears across the sky.
Brittany's eyes almost popped from her head and fell to the floor with a thud as she recognized the person standing in front of her, some five feet or so. The woman she was facing was also wearing the same look of pure shock and surprise,
"Brittany?" the woman spoke first, her voice raw and it sounded like it was forced out, no…torn from the depths of her throat.
And Brittany stood there, her mouth agape, and she took the woman in with her eyes. She's still so the same, except for her choice of clothes. To her surprise the woman called her name, and her mouth hung open again. Because the woman standing in front of her, in all her ravishing beauty and glory, was the woman she had fallen in love with, and she knew she will be falling in love with. She's certain of that.
"San…tana…" Brittany managed to croak out.