Disclaimer: I'm in university, nothing but massive student debt is mine.
Spoilers: Nothing essential to canon-plot.
Author's Note: This is a sequel/prequel of sorts to my other Glee story. I just wanted to get some sort of background of the character of Brittany, who role is, unfortunately a minor one. She's very intriguing, as she doesn't seem to be on the same 'sabotage the Gleeks' wavelength as Quinn and Santana. And appears to actually be enjoying New Directions.
Also I have no idea about her last name, I don't think she's been credited with one either, so I just stuck her with a hopefully generic sounding one.
And thanks to all you who read and/or review my last Glee story, glad to see I'm not all alone in the Brittany/Tina fandom.
Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it! (In all its unbeata'd glory). This is my first chaptered story, and I'll try to make it not long long between updates, but crazy school is crazy and unpredictable. I do really want to write this though, so I'll do my best to not leave months or weeks between any updates. (And apologies for such a short chapter, I just wanted to get the ball rolling).
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Cheerleading was never on the 'top ten' list of priorities Brittany Miller had planned as a child. Although when she sat down and thought about it, very little in her life had amounted to the goals clumsily scrawled on the back of her tenth birthday card.
She never met the Backstreet Boys, or became a 'famous vet', or even owned a cat as her ten-year-old self had so desperately wished. But none of these things confused or unsettled her quite so much as what she did accomplish in those eight years. Or if she wanted to be specific, her high school years. Or if she got really specific, the trainwreck of New Directions.
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Cheerleading came about rather abruptly in grade eleven. The terrifying Sue Sylvester was waiting in the hallway as she exited her Biology class, and promptly dragged the girl into the nearest empty room.
It was all Brittany could do to not start begging for forgiveness of whatever she had done to upset the Cheerio coach, even while nothing immediately came to mind.
Blue eyes widened as Sue grasped her upper arms, holding her out at length and appraised her form with sharp eyes.
"Yes. You'll do. A bit of makeup here and there. Toning work at the gym, a radical haircut…" The coach trailed off, tilting her head while she inwardly debated something or other concerning the teenager.
Brittany could only stare, hands still clutching her backpack as she managed to croak out:
"I'm sorry… What?"
Sue Sylvester released the girl and stepped back, crossing her arms over the front of her tracksuit. The one she wore to intimidate rival teams, and the one Brittany inwardly thought was a disturbing 'blood-red' shade.
Pulse pounding in her ears, she missed out on what the older woman was saying, catching only fragments such as "replacement", "graduating Cheerio's", "Amazonian stature" and "passable bone structure". When it was clear little was being comprehended, Sue leaned over until she was face-to-face with her, and smiled her trademark, icy smile.
"How'd you like to be popular?"
And no one refused Sue Sylvester, no matter how much they wanted to.