AN: Welcome to my attempt at an obnixious amount of prompt related oneshots and drabbles. They will be centering around the glee club mostly and hopefully I wont focus entirely on my favourite characters. Rating is subject to change.

Prompt #1: Defiant.


Once upon a time there was a girl called Brittany.

Brittany was not a smart girl.

She liked dancing and skirts that twirled and believed anything if you told her twice.

("The sound of the balloon popping makes the angels cry." "Really?" "Yes Brittany, Really" "okay!")

That was probably why she was a cheerio.

That and after a particularly fun gym class in her freshman year (in which she was fully exploring the joys of cartwheels and attempting back flips for the first time) Coach Sylvester walked up to her and told her she was the newest member of the cheerleading squad. Santana said that nobody turned down an invitation from Sue Sylvester so Brittany had said yes (even if she wasn't quite sure why).

Being a cheerio meant she got to wear a flippy skirt and cartwheel all the time and nobody threw food at her at lunch time (or in the corridors between classes, or in home ec.). Brittany like being a cheerio.

Then she had somehow managed to get herself caught up in Glee Club.

(She was still hazy on the details but she figured that if she had three people glaring down at her and saying things like 'you do want to maintain your position on the cheerio's don't you?' and 'Brit, you don't want me to bring up that incident at the party a few weeks ago and have everyone shun you permanently do you?' and 'come on Britney it'll be fun and maybe we'll make that Rachel girl cry' she better do as they asked.)

In glee club she didn't get yelled out, she got to goof off to Beyonce on some weekends and was able to have slushies that one time Finn brought them in as a 'I'm sorry' offering (she thought they worked a lot better than the cookies Rachel had baked when Mr. Schuester had started a boy band but didn't say anything because she was eating processed sugar and not getting yelled at).

Brittany was not smart, but she was happy.

So when she saw that Artie was sitting alone at lunch (away from his usual table, occasionally staring in disbelief towards Tina, shaking his head and returning to his food) she figured that he should be happy too (plus Quinn was out sick and Santana was frantically texting on her phone so probably wouldn't notice if she talked to him).

"Hey Artie" She sat down next to him looking over to his lunch and not noticing that he was looking more confused than she had ever seen him (he had tater tots, Brittany loved tater tots).

"Hi Brittany, Santana send you over to do her evil bidding?"

"What?"

"Never mind"

There was a lengthy beat of silence and Artie scratched the back of his neck while she narrowed her eyes slightly. She thought this was going to be a lot easier. She thought of the things that made her happy: Flippy skirts, (no, even if he wasn't a boy he wouldn't be able to stand up and enjoy their flippiness) Dancing, (that probably wouldn't go down too well in the cafeteria, even she was smart enough to know that), her fuzzy topped pen and people telling her she was pretty (which didn't happen much when she hung out with Santana, but mike did say it one time after glee rehearsal, that had definitely made her happy).

Her eyes fell on his wheelchair before the travelled quickly to the shiniest part of the mechanism.

"I like the sparkly lights on your wheels"

"Thankyou?"

Another beat of silence before another idea dawned on her.

"You study a lot right?" she started brightening up as her plan became fully formed.

"Yeah?" In his confusion everything Artie said was ending up as a question.

She fished through her bag enthusiastically "well you can borrow my pen" it was fuzzy and multicoloured and it was more interesting than most of the school work she did so she brought it to make classes more entertaining "The colours make it more fun and it used to light up and sing 'you are my sunshine' before I dropped it in my bathtub"

Artie didn't need another pen, he had plenty (that didn't light up and do anything as far as he knew) but he could recognise an olive branch when it was offered. Plus, Brittany was looking pretty pleased with herself as she pulled out her lunch.

"Thanks"

At the other end of the cafeteria Santana seemed to have noticed Brittany's absence.

(And was a little confused as to when the blonde had suddenly developed ninja skills, Artie liked to think)

Brittany hadn't noticed Santana (actually she couldn't see that far in front of her, she needed glasses but lost them on the first week of freshmen year, plus, Quinn said they made her look like a loser) and pulled out a wilted salad and some water.

"Did you want an oatmeal cookie? My mom made them" he asked offering the brown paper bag.

She glanced surreptitiously around the room (not that it made a difference, everyone more than 5 feet away from her was fuzzy) before sneaking one out of the bag and taking a bite.

"These are awesome" she started before a looming presence appeared over her right shoulder (she thought it was her right, she was pretty sure anyway).

"Brittany what are you doing? And why are you sitting with him?"

Sometimes Brittany forgot who she was meant to be friends with (the Glee club thing seemed to make this more confusing) so when she was asked this she looked confused for a second.

She was about to answer 'eating an oatmeal cookie' and 'because he looked sad so I leant him my favourite pen' when it dawned on her.

Oatmeal cookies were not eaten by cheerio's, and they didn't lend their pens to people unless they were cute footballers or basketballers (but not hockey or lacrosse, they weren't high enough). She found this a little strange as she sat there, Artie would definitely get more use out of her pen, and he'd probably even use it to write on stuff other than the desks.

"I leant him my pen" she looked up at Santana before smiling at Artie.

"Why?" If Brittany had looked up she would have seen the blatant stink eye that both she and Artie were on the receiving end of.

"Because he likes studying" the words were spoken as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She sent another smile at Artie and opened her bottled water, ignoring (more to the point, not noticing) the look of bewildered disbelief on her friends face.

Once upon a time there was a girl called Brittany.

Brittany was not a smart girl.

But she was happy.


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