Hi everyone, this is my first fic. Hope you'll like it.


Looking through the window, she stood there, thinking about what could have been if things were different. She sighed. She wasn't sad or unhappy. But she definitely felt that her life was about to change, she just didn't know if it was for the good or bad. She loved going to cinema in her free time, it was a way to escape the real world. She had friends, great ones, but her work was too tiring, and every time they wanted to go out with her and enjoy a good time, she always declined. Now, she couldn't go out at all.

The rain poured heavily outside. Rain drops were hitting the windows. Right now? She would love to go out. Feel the touch of each rain drop on her soft delicate skin. Breathing in that wet rainy air. But she couldn't. She was stuck, and probably for a while.

When she thought about that moment which changed everything, she couldn't help but feel like she had no regrets. She had to do it. It was the only thing to do at the moment. Unfortunately, things didn't turn out like she had planned. When she heard the loud knocks at her door that morning, she knew. They were here for her. She should have ran away. But she wasn't a coward, and she already knew that it wasn't right nor was it legal to do what she did. She just wanted to help...

"Miss Pierce?", a man voice asked.

She turned around, her blonde hair swiftly moving as her concerned face moved towards the voice who called. She saw a short man, with an elf slight look but without the merry expression on his face, wearing a dark uniform. At that moment she had a daunting thought that uniforms are common here and that she needed to get use to that. This won't be her last uniform encounter.

"Follow me please"

She nodded. She slowly followed the short elf-man along the corridor. He stopped in front of big double doors, no signs attached.. bare. The grumpy look like man opened the door for her as she moved slightly to the right. She moved in cautiously. The room was dark, not much light. The burgundy-coloured heavy curtains were shut. An older and larger man, with small glasses at the end of his nose sat at a big, long wooden desk. Wearing a classical judge outfit. Brittany stood there, not knowing what to do. The older and larger man left his desk and walked ever so slowly towards the opened door. His eyes never leaving Brittany's. His gaze was expressionless. Brittany's heart began to beat a little harder as she watched him close the door behind her. She jumped slightly as the thud from the echoed in the room. She immediately squeezed her eyes shut.

"Miss Pierce, please take a seat" said the man with a deep, hollow voice.

She did what the man said. There were two seats. One on the left, one the right. She bit her bottom lip gently. She didn't like to choose between two things especially when they both looked very similar. It confused her. That's why she loved her job that much. Everything was easy. Everything was at its place. She knew how and when she had to do things. Having the choice was always something that scared her. Once when she was a kid, she had to choose between two ice cream flavours. It was strawberry and raspberry. Both were pink/red-ish... She didn't know which one she wanted. She finally chose the strawberry one. She was ill for days. Since that day it was really complicated for her to choose between things. Apparently she was allergic to something from the ice-cream, that's what some doctor said. He said he specialised in ice-cream, Brittany believed him.. then. When she thinks of it now it makes her smile.

The man groaned, impatiently. She hesitantly sat on the left one, not sure of her choice she sat awkwardly on the seat. Took a quick glance to the right chair. Her attention moved to the man as he cleared his throat, then looked at some papers on his desk. Brittany was uncomfortable. She looked around, waiting for the man to speak again. Then she looked down at her hands. The handcuffs were too tight. And the iron was too cold.

"Miss Pierce, do you know why you're here?"

Brittany didn't look up when she heard her name. She simply answered "Yes, I know." Her voice shoke.

"Do you have anything to say in your defence?"

"No sir. I did what I thought was right at that moment, that's all."

"Well, Miss Pierce, if you have nothing to add and because you're unable to pay for your bail, you'll be placed in a cell awaiting your trial. The court-appointed a lawyer who will help you to prepare for your defence."

He then picked up his phone near him and pushed a button.

"Miss Pierce is ready."

A minute later, the same short man that led her before was there again. Brittany got up and walked to the man. He grabbed her arm and walked out. Brittany followed, letting the man lead her in the basement of the court. After few stairs, long hallways, she got to another hallway with cells at both sides. The atmosphere was sweltering. The light was artificial. The smell coming from some cells were repulsive. Brittany had to stop breathing few seconds as she was walking by a cell with an old man inside. At the view of the liquid on the floor, the poor man was probably peeing on himself, and not for the first time. People were screaming, groaning, swearing,... Brittany tried to think about something nice, something that could help her to survive this horrendous place. The short man spoke to another one by an automatic door of one of the cells. He opened it. Brittany walked in and turned around, showing her hands. The man took off the handcuffs and closed the cell door with a clang.

Brittany rubbed her wrists and looked at her feet few seconds before hearing a noise behind her. She turned around and saw two women. One seemed to have some troubles with herself, speaking to an invisible person, and the other just seemed to be in another world. Brittany moved to a bench and sat there. She leaned against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. She let her mind roam, thinking about what made her happy in life. The feeling of the sun on her skin, the way the wind blows the leaves on trees, the way birds sing during the morning...

She didn't know how long she stayed there. It's when the woman speaking to herself began to scream that she came back to reality. She looked at the crazy woman, then followed her eyes to the cell door. A guy wearing a tailor-made suit was there. In his hand, a attaché case. Brittany thought at that moment that he was coming for her, that he was her lawyer. But when he moved his hand showing the crazy woman to the guard near him, she looked down. How long it would take for someone to come for her? Where was the lawyer?

The crazy woman was screaming her life out, she didn't want to get out. She held the bench hard. Three guards were called in order to remove the screaming woman out the cell. Brittany felt sorry for the woman. It wasn't the first time she saw someone in mental distress like her. But she wasn't comfortable. It always scared her. It physically made her sick from fear. She remembered that time at work, a man wearing only socks, was running all around the place screaming that they were all about to die, that they were coming for everybody. In a way, it was funny, but when the man hit one of the security guards and ran to her, it wasn't funny anymore. Thankfully another guard caught the insane man before he could reach her. She wasn't scared of death. It was a common thing for her. A daily banal tragedy at work.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't see a woman standing at the door, wearing the same kind of suit than the man before. It's only when the door unlocked that she looked up. The woman has this kind of strict no funny business look. The ponytail and her glasses made the professional look even more effective.

"Not for me again", thought Brittany.

But she was wrong. This woman was there for her. She understood when the woman made a sign towards her. Brittany got up whilst the guard waited at the door. She walked to the man and showed him her hands. Waiting for her fancy bracelets. A shiver ran through her body as the stone cold iron makes contact with her skin. She then turned to the woman, seeing her better now that she was closer. The lawyer was shorter than her, dark haired, brown eyes. Without a word the lawyer made her way to the exit, followed by Brittany and the guard pulling her arm along.

"I'm not going anywhere, you can let go my arm", she said to the man. But obviously he didn't believe her. She sighed.

After a short walk, they entered a small room. The room had a little window and a table in the middle. The lawyer took a seat and waited for Brittany to do the same in front of her. The man let go of her arm and went to stand near the door. Brittany thought sarcastically at least she's made a friend here as her gaze left the small guard. Brittany looked around and saw a small camera in a corner. Then she focused on the woman. She had a lot of paper in front of her. Frenetically she turned the pages, saying "oh", "mmm...", "I see..." at times. Suddenly she looked up.

"Miss Pierce, I'm Ms Rachel Berry, your court-appointed lawyer. You may ask for another court-appointed lawyer if you wish. Fortunately for you, I am the best here. And there's no doubt in mind that you'll disagree because I'm here to help you end this misery and get you out of here as quick as possible. So Brittany,... Can I call you Brittany? I think it's better if I'm able to call people by their first name."

Before Brittany could answer, the lawyer spoke again.

"So Brittany, tell me why you're here."

Brittany raised an eyebrow. "Is she really a lawyer", thought Brittany.

"You read my file and you're my lawyer, you should know why I'm here."

"Yes, I've read your file. But I want you to tell me why you're here. I don't want to build a defence on some reports from people who haven't the slight interest for your case."

Brittany looked at her lawyer. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. She then told her the whole story until now. Rachel recorded the interview on a recorder to ensure she wouldn't forget anything. When Brittany finished, the lawyer started to gather all the papers on table, put everything in her attaché case, took the recorder and got up.

Brittany quickly stood up too and incredulously said, "Is that all? I have questions! How long am I gonna stay here? What's gonna happen now?"

"For now, we're done. I'm going examine everything and I'll come back to you. You're going be transferred to the cook county jail as soon as you leave this room."

She pulls her hand towards Brittany to shake her hand. Brittany shows her the amazing handcuffs, defeated. The lawyer blushed slightly, embarrassed.

"Sir, can you escort Miss Pierce to the transfer room?"

He nods and walks to the blonde girl. Before the lawyer could disappear behind the door. Brittany asked, "What time is it? I've been here for ages and I have no idea about the time"."

Rachel looked at her expensive watch. "It's almost 9pm, bye Brittany." And with that the only person who she felt like was on her side during this whole time disappeared. The blonde had no other choice but to let the guard lead her to the transfer room. She was anxious, she had no idea what a jail look like. She only saw them on TV. When she watched TV cuddling up with Lord Tubbington, her fat cat who seems to not be able to quit smoking. She remembers that time when Lord Tubbington had joined a gang. She didn't speak with him for a whole week. Then it hit her. Lord Tubbington! She left him at home in the morning when the police went to take her here. She didn't get the time to tell her friends to feed him.

"Can I make a call?", she asked her guard. He groaned, "Not now." She pleaded him telling him it was a question of life or death, but the guard didn't change his mind.

Stay strong my friend, I'm gonna find a way to tell someone and they'll come for you, she thought.

They arrived to a crowded room. At least 20 people were already there, waiting. The man pushed Brittany inside and closed the door behind her. "Ugh! Rough love isn't my kinda thing", she thought humouring herself...slightly. There was no place to sit. She stood there near the dirty bars. She scrunched her face at the sight. The wait hasn't been too long this time. Quickly an army of guards were at the door. They made a kind of guard of honour. When Brittany passed between the lines she felt a tap on her bottom. She turned around to throw a death glance to the person that dared to touch her. She saw a guard with a perverted look. Before she could do anything another guard pushed her, forcing her to walk. She turned around and followed the rest of the prisoners, hearing the guard giggled. "Fucking shit!" she thought, grinding her teeth.

After few minutes, all the prisoners were outside at the back of the court. Single file. A woman began to scream names, dividing up the prisoners into different vehicles.

"Tina Cohen-Chang!" heard Brittany. She saw a small Asian girl walk to the woman. "Van number 3". The girl climbed the steps and sat inside.

Few other names were called. Then, "Brittany. S. Pierce!". The blonde jumped slightly and walked to the woman. "Van number 3". Brittany moved to the van, climbed the steps, but almost fell at the last one. The Asian girl came to help her before a guard already inside the van pushed her back. Brittany stood up and sat in front of the girl. She mouthed "Thank you". The girl answered with a smile.

When the van was full, it took to the road, heading to the jail. It was dark inside the van. If Brittany wasn't scared of death, the dark was something that she definitely was afraid of. The journey seemed to take an eternity for her. The van shook her from right to left. Her eyes began to feel heavy. Then the van stopped. And the door opened violently. That woke her.

"Get out of here!" a voice shouted.

The women got out. The dark night had spread across the sky. Powerful searchlights were on. Brittany brought her hand up to her eyes to shield the burn as she got out. Once all of the prisoners were out the van the armed guards led them inside, to the women section. These guards were women. Tall and strong.

"Ladies, I'm Sue Sylvester. From now on to the moment you leave this jail, that's if you ever leave, you're under my responsibility. There're three essential rules you need to know. First one, I decide. Second one, I decide. Third one, you're all mine for the time you're here. I don't want any trouble with any of you, otherwise I'll have you suffering even more". She walks in front of a shaking small girl. She continues smugly, "Do I make myself clear?". The girls eyes don't leave the ground and nods vigorously. Sue walks past her, hands behind her back. Brittany hears the quiet sobs from the shaken girl.

"Now, you're all going to receive prison uniforms. It's probably a colour that you're going to appreciate, but I don't want any complaints. You are not on holiday."

She left the room. Brittany didn't know if she had to be scared or amazed by the charisma of the woman. She didn't get the time to figure out. Another woman yelled at her telling her to hurry up and follow the other. Brittany complied and joined the others. Then one by one, all the prisoners got their orange uniform. "Happy Halloween Brittany" she thought. She giggled, but stopped as soon as she saw a guard looking at her suspiciously. Another one took off her handcuffs when she walked inside a big shared shower. No intimacy. Brittany was comfortable with her body, but seeing all those women naked wasn't really something she wanted to see. She put her uniform on a bench. It's when she noticed the number on it. She was now a number. A number. "2388" she said in her head. "I'm 2388". She took off her clothes, and instantly a guard was there to take them and put them into a box, writing Brittany's number on a tag.

She turned around and went in the corner of the room to shower. The water was cold, almost freezing. This was probably the fastest shower ever for Brittany. She loved long and hot showers, but obviously she couldn't be able to have this luxury here. She walked to the towels. Only 3 towels and they were already all wet. She frowned and looked around. She took one of the towels and tried to dry her body. Then she moved to her uniform. Brittany looked at the orange clothing. She sighed. She always said she didn't have a favourite colour. "Its not fair for the other colours" she would say. "Maybe orange may become my least favourite colour after this", she thought.

"That sucks! We're not animals. I'm Tina by the way"", said the girl reaching her hand under Brittany's nose. Brittany looked up and shook the girl's hand. "Brittany", she answered smiling.

"No physical contact between prisoners!", shouted a guard.

Both girls let go each other hands quickly. Tina whispered, "Why you're here?".

"It's a long story"

"I have time you know, I'm here for awhile."

Intrigued, Brittany asked her back, "Why are you here?"

The Asian girl was about to answer when a guard told them to get out the shower. Silently the two girls made their way out. All the others were waiting. The same women that divided them up was there, another list in their hands.

"I'm gonna tell each one of you which cell you're gonna occupy for the rest of your time here. So listen carefully, I'm not gonna repeat."

Brittany secretly hoped that she was with Tina. Even though she didn't know the girl and why she was here, she felt that she could be a friend here, or at least someone to talk to.

"Brittany Pierce, cell number 99."

"Please Tina with me, please", she whispered, praying.

"Tina Cohen-Chang, cell number 54."

"Shit!" said Brittany. She instantly regretted to say that out loud. The guard said, pointing her finger towards Brittany, "You, right now, in your cell, no dinner for you!"

The blonde swallowed hard. She understood how strict the place was. She saw a guard coming towards her. She let the short woman lead her through the prison. Heavy doors were surrounding Brittany. She heard some noises coming from cells, mostly swearing women. The guard stopped in front of a blue door. "At least the door wasn't orange". She thought. The guard opened the door and pushed her inside. The room was dark. Brittany had to wait a little for her eyes to set to the darkness. There were two bunk beds, a small sink, and the smallest window Brittany has ever seen. Then she heard a slight noise and saw a slow movement on one of the beds. Brittany didn't move scared. But stared wide eyed. Trying to breathe.

After few minutes, the sheets from the bed moved again. The woman on bed turned to Brittany. Still standing in the middle of the cell. Brittany couldn't see the woman. She jumped when the woman spoke.

"Are you gonna stay here all night?"

Brittany didn't reply. The voice was slightly raspy but captivating at the same time. Something deep but sensual.

"Well it's up to you." With that the woman turned to face the wall.

Brittany moved and sat on the bed at the other side of the small cell. Without realising, she didn't have to think about choosing between the beds this time. Taking this bed was a comfortable decision. She laid back down, facing the mattress above her. She turned her head to the woman that was still facing the wall. She turned back to the mattress.

For the first time today Brittany could have some kind of sleep. Even if it was in a cell. She heard the rain crashing and blowing against the small window. "When the rain is blowing in your face" came to mind. She then felt something wet on her right cheek. She moved her hand to her face. Then again something wet on the left one. All the emotions of today were hitting her. She was crying.


Shall I continue? Tell me what you think.

Also I wanted to thank my amazing beta. Thank you for your help and your support.