So here's a new one about everyone's favorite… BRITTANY S. PIERCE. The idea came to me when I was think about my former friend and her… cats… so enjoy and it's kinda dark. Enjoy!

"Britt Britt? What are those marks on your arms?" Santana asked me. I pulled my sleeves down.

"I took away Lord Tubbington's cigarettes and… he's a very bad kitty." I said, and Santana just shot me one of her questioning looks, and then just blew it off.

I could get away with saying things like that to anyone. Because everyone thought I was stupid or something, but I'm not. I'm not stupid. It's just a façade, a fake front I put on every day of my life to hide the pain.

"Well… alright, but don't be late for Cheerios practice today."

I think I froze. And I think it was visible. "I can't. Doctor's appointment," I lied, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder and turning to leave.

Okay, so I lied. Big deal. If she really knew me, she probably wouldn't love me.

I ran out the doors, though, as fast as I could, my shoes pounding the pavement harder and faster than what should've been possible for a girl like me.

Blindly, I bumped into something—no, a someone—and knocked them over. I stopped, closing my eyes and hoping that they weren't hurt. Or worse. I hoped they weren't angry. "I'm so sorry!" I cried, reaching a hand down to help them up.

"Britt?" The voice asked, and I relaxed. I knew that voice. I knew it.

"Sam? Oh, my God! I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

And that crazy blonde actually smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine." He stood up stiffly, grabbing on to the park bench for support. I stood there, dumbfounded. Completely upset.

"You look terrible! Oh no! I hurt you, didn't I? I was just running so fast, and I didn't see and then there was like a…" He grabbed my hand and stopped it from trembling.

"You didn't hurt me, Britt. I'm fine." He was lying. I knew. I could tell he was lying by the way he didn't look at me, the way he stared at his feet.

"Wait. What are you doing here? It's the middle of the day!" I asked, hands on hips, confused. As far as I knew, I was the only one who did that.

"I could ask you the same thing, you know." Found out. Shoot.

I rolled my eyes and attempted to scoff. "Look, I have a family emergency, alright?"

He nodded, the look on his face telling me he didn't believe at all. "And why were your running? And what are those cuts on your arms?" He pressed, walking closer. I swallowed hard.

"I could ask you about that bruise on your neck, you know, unless it's hickey or something. And you limp pretty bad, too," I snapped back, and I think it caught him off guard. Yeah, for once, stupid Brittany was right. Stupid Brittany said something that made sense.

But then tears swelled up in his eyes and I knew immediately that I shouldn't have said something like that.

"Sam, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" I rubbed his back but he winced.

Instantly, I knew what was going on. It had happened to me. It had happened to both of us. Yet he didn't know that.

"Britt, stop!" He yelled, and I nodded lightly, pulling my hand away. I stood up. "No, wait! I didn't mean it like…"

"No," I cut him off, "it's alright. I know." I sighed. "My dad just doesn't like it when I'm late."

And there was a moment of revelation on his face as I turned to go.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe I'd find something to hold myself up with. Yeah. Maybe I'd be alright.

There you are! A new chapter will be posted shortly! Please add! And Review! And Favorite! It really makes me want to upload quicker. Oh, and yes, this is a Brittana fic, so Sam and Britt don't get together. I'm also thinking about adding a romantic interest for Sam. Drop me a line and tell me who you'd like to see him with!