Hello everyone! I hope you all don't mind me writing another story before I go through with the Laws of Attraction sequel. I promise that I'll finish this together with Chasing Pavements before you know it.

So, this story is adapted from HeMo's movie of the same title but will eventually become an original story. Just finished watching it and can't help but write it Brittana style as it should be. I'll use minimal parts of the movie's dialogue and the general premise of the story but basically, I'm putting my own spin on stuff.

I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY/SOME OF THE CHARACTERS AND THE MOVIE. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.

ENJOY!


"Let me tell you a little something that I've learned over the years, Demi. No matter how much effort and time you've put into making a team better, you should always remember that your happiness is up to you." Rich Pierce says with a smile. "Alright. We gotta take a break with some top of the morning news. I'll be back in a while. Once again, this is Rich Pierce on Dalton Radio."

"And... we're out!" Will Schuester, Dalton Radio's radio engineer exclaims from the other side of the glass.

"Wow. That was awesome, dad!" A young Brittany Pierce, not more than 14 years of age, happily quips beside her father.

"Aww... Thank you, sweetheart. But don't you think that's a little biased coming from my beautiful daughter?"

Brittany giggles before engulfing her father with a tight hug. "Just because I'm your daughter doesn't mean that I can't be your fan too."

Rich chuckles and gives the blonde girl a kiss on the cheek. "My number one fan perhaps."

Rich motions to stand up as Will enters the radio booth where they're settled. "The ratings are in for this quarter and you're at the top again!"

Brittany grins excitedly. "You won?"

"Well, it's not exactly a contest." The older Pierce mutters nonchalantly.

"Don't listen to your father, Brittany. Radio is a contest and your father is a winner." Will chimes in before getting nudged by Rich on the arm.

"I'm gonna be just like you, dad."

Rich chuckles. "We'll talk about this later, honey." He turns to Will and discuss about the ratings as they walk towards Will's table.

The young Brittany Pierce looks at her father in awe and pride through the glass separating them. "I'm gonna be just like you, dad." She whispers to herself again and approaches the corner where her father was situated just a minute ago. She settles herself on the chair and triggers something that puts them "On Air' as specified by the red light emanating on the side.

"This is Brittany Pierce reporting to you live..."


10 years later

"Brittany, why can't I find someone as special as your Jamie? There are millions of men in New York and I can't seem to get a grasp on one. Maybe I should just turn gay like you." A caller exclaims in frustration while Brittany Pierce, the host of the show, listens intently with a smile. "You know what you should do? You should bring her on your show!"

'I-I'll ask her about it." Brittany awkwardly chuckles while Will Schuester, a bit older now, looks at her from the other side with a worried glance.

"Maybe the both of you could take some calls and give us straight gals some much needed advice with what we're doing wrong. We all know you're our relationship expert, Brittany. But I'd like to hear it from your other half."

"Okay. Well, thank you so much for the call but that's all the time we have for today." Brittany utters over the mic. Suddenly, Rory the intern hurries towards her side which made the blonde jump for a little bit. He turns to Brittany and motions for her to read an announcement written on the paper he's holding.

Brittany nods and closes in on the mic again before giving Rory a curious look which was returned with a shy smile.

"And I've just been reminded about our special live broadcast tomorrow, 2pm at the Red Rooster Grand Hotel downtown where you'll get to meet me and ask questions live on the air. Hope to see you all there!" The blonde says and pauses for a second. "In the meantime, next on Dalton Radio, 'Straight Talk with Dani' so stay tuned for that one. Thank you again for listening, this has been Romantically Speaking with Brittany Pierce and as my father used to say, your happiness is up to you!" She finishes with a smile.

"And… we're out!" Will blurts out and stands up as he removes his headphones. "Great show, kid."

"Thanks, Will." Brittany mutters under her breath as she gathers her stuff.

After a while, she leaves the radio booth and approaches Will by his table. "I didn't think that last caller was going to give up."

Will chuckles. "Well, you're a relationship expert, kiddo. Can't blame your listeners on wanting to know how you do it."

"I'm here! I'm here!" A brunette, diva-looking woman wearing dark shades enters through the door just as Brittany was about to say something to Will. "Rory, where's my rewrite?" She huffs as Will and Brittany looks on awkwardly beside her.

"U-uh… I-I have it right here." Rory stutters.

"And my coffee?" Dani adds in frustration as the intern hurriedly fetches her a cup of joe.

"Dani." Brittany says with a genuine smile towards the woman beside her.

The brunette looks up from her phone and forces a grin. "Brittany! Heard you had a good show this morning. Charming as always." She says with the last bit said in a bitter tone.

"Thank you." The blonde replies while Will hides a chuckle beside her. "Have a good show!" Brittany says as she walks away, sighing at the encounter.

Dani rolls her eyes as soon as the blonde turns around. "Of course."

"Bye, kiddo." Will quips

Brittany turns around one last time before leaving the room. "Bye, Will!"

As soon as she's out the door, Brittany mindlessly walks through the halls of Dalton Radio, smiling at a few people every now and then. She's almost by the exit when she stumbles upon the framed posters of the radio station's radio personalities, including her own. A small smile creeps upon her face as soon as she sees her father's poster. The blonde stops in front of it and fixes it a little to the right as she looks on proudly, grinning to herself.

"He was a legend. Your dad." Blaine Anderson, the station's manager, declares from the door of his office. Brittany looks at him for a second before turning back to the framed picture with a wide grin. "It was the end of an era." He adds.

"He was the best." Brittany says proudly.

Blaine nods. "We could say the same for you, Britt."

"Aww... Thanks, Blaine."

"Yeah, I listened to your show today and it was good."

Brittany's smile falters instantly at the tone. "But?"

Blaine holds his hands up in defense. "No buts. Just uhmm.. Maybe?"

"Come on, Blaine. We're good friends. Maybe what?"

"Tomorrow's the live broadcast at the Grand. Why don't you bring Jamie? You know.. Introduce her to the audience. Get some buzz happening." Blaine pauses and Brittany bites her lip. "Look, Britt. Station's numbers are down across the border, we need this. And if I'm being completely honest, you need this too. Just think about it." He adds and the blonde nods dejectedly.

Blaine gives her a sympathetic smile. "Alright then. I'm having lunch with the hubby. Wanna come with?"

Brittany shakes her head and musters up a tight lipped smile. Blaine nods and bids her goodbye as he walks away. The blonde stands still for a few seconds before sighing deeply again and turning her attention to Rich Pierce's framed poster. She leaves the building after a minute or two.


"It's non-negotiable. I have to bring Jamie." Brittany frustratingly declares while setting up the plates for Quinn's birthday dinner at the Puckerman residence. The four of them, including Brittany's best friend, Santana, had been best friends since high school.

"Well, maybe if you play your cards right, you and Jamie could become the Ellen and Portia of local radio." A pregnant Quinn jokingly utters while carrying a bowl of mashed potato to the table.

"What if she says no? I mean, Blaine made it clear that he wants me to bring Jamie tomorrow. I'm being coerced here, Quinn. You're my lawyer, what do I do?"

Quinn laughs. "Britt, first, I'm on maternity leave. And two, you gotta stop worrying about this. Jamie will agree to it. Maybe do some sweet talking. Actually, don't talk just pounce on her or something."

"Did I hear something about pouncing?" Puck enters the dining room with a smirk on his face.

"Your wife needs the D. She's been practically inserting innuendos all throughout our 2 minute conversation." Brittany jests.

"Mommy, what's the 'D'?" Beth, Quinn and Puck's daughter asks curiously. The three of them look at each other and Quinn just nudges Brittany.

"It's nothing, sweetie." Quinn tells the kid.

"Anyway, I hope you're right. I'll talk to her later about it." Brittany quips.

"My wife is always right. I know because she tells me so. Everyday." Puck chimes in as he lifts up Beth into his arms and takes a bite of an apple.

"Well, Britt here is finally introducing Jamie to her audience at the show tomorrow." Quinn says.

"Your Jamie?" Puck exclaims with a scrunched up face.

Brittany looks at him curiously. "What's so surprising about that?" Quinn slaps Puck on the arm before walking back to the kitchen.

"Aunt Jamie isn't funny!" Beth declares and Quinn snickers from the kitchen.

"Nothing. I just—It's just that the couple of times I've hung out with her, she never really struck me as the girl who likes to talk with other human beings. She's a little too uptight for my taste." Puck replies.

"Obviously. So she's gonna do whatever she can to make our Brittany here happy." Quinn interjects.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Puck adds as he walks towards their bedroom carrying Beth. Brittany just looks down, sighing. Afraid that Puck may be right.

The door suddenly opens and a made up Santana, wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knees walks in, carrying a bouquet of flowers and looking down at her phone on one hand.

"Oh my god. I cannot believe this girl I've gone on a date once. She's been relentlessly calling and texting me saying that we're meant to be together! I mean, my charms are to die for and the sex is unbelievable but I don't like girls potentially showing up at my door with a U-Haul! Seriously, this is fucked up. I almost went all Lima Heights on her awhile ago!" Santana rambles on as the others sigh and roll their eyes.

"Language!" Puck screams from somewhere in the apartment.

"Alright. What are you guys talking about?" The brunette asks upon looking up and approaching them at the table.

"Brittany's show tomorrow." Quinn replies.

"Oh yeah. I cleared my whole schedule for the afternoon tomorrow." Santana quips as she gives all of them a kiss on the cheek.

"We're all so excited that my hubby decided to take the day off. We'll be at the front row cheering you on, Britt."

"Gosh, you guys are the best." Brittany says and pulls Quinn closer for a hug.

"Alright. Enough drama. I'm hungry. Puckerman, let's eat! Where's my favorite kid?" The brunette announces as she goes towards the couple's bedroom.

"Oh!" Quinn shouts.

"Oh." Brittany mumbles with widening eyes.

Santana and Puck suddenly come rushing down to the dining table worriedly.

"Oh my god, is it time?!" Puck shouts. "Santana, get the bag! I'll get the keys! Stay here, babe. We got you." Santana just shakes her head, panicking all of a sudden.

"No! I'm fine, I'm fine. I.. I just had a sudden craving for chocolate pudding." The three of them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that's normal." Brittany says.

Quinn looks at her with a big grin. "On spinach."

A sudden silence takes over for a few seconds before they all bursts into a fit laughter and the couple goes to the kitchen to get some.

"Fuck, Quinn. Don't let me sit near you while you eat that stuff." Santana huffs, looking disgusted.

"San.." Brittany trails off with her arms crossed and giving Santana a look.

The brunette shrugs and gives a fake grin. "I know, I've been MIA for a week. So, just admit that you missed me, B." Santana smirks. "Now, where do I put these?" She hands the flowers to Brittany who takes it while rolling her eyes.

Brittany shakes her head and walks towards the couch where she places the flowers in an empty vase by the coffee table. "So, no date tonight?"

"Nope. Vanessa bailed on me." Santana sighs.

"I thought you broke up with her?"

"Yeah, this is a different Vanessa." Santana mutters nonchalantly.

"Oh. Right. The one that you brought to Puck's birthday party?" Brittany replies as she takes her phone out to see that there's still no message nor call from Jamie and before she can go hide it again, Santana grabs it from her hand, snooping in the process as the brunette nods. "Wait, San. I thought you broke up with her? I'm confused."

"Yep. I broke up with the both of them, actually." Santana smirks with her attention still on Brittany's phone, scrolling through the girl's messages as if it's the most normal thing in the world while Brittany, mostly used to this, just ignores it but gives the girl a slap on the arm for such a comment.

"I know you're terminally emotionally unavailable, San. But you gotta stop playing with these girls' hearts."

"It's not my fault they can't resist getting up on this." The brunette quips and gets a look from the blonde beside her. "Alright. I actually need your help. There's this major work thing slash party in a few weeks and I need a date."

"This has been the nth time you've asked me to go with you. I'd rather feed the ducks that endure those boring people." Brittany raises an eyebrow at her.

"Come on, babe. I know you have love for me inside that sexy and hot body of yours. And I need someone as awesome as you to keep me from falling asleep. Please?" Santana pouts.

They maintain eye contact for a few seconds before the blonde admits defeat. "I will if you stop with the sweet talk. Jamie went on this jealous rage the last time you got on your flirt with me." Brittany sighs dejectedly and Santana happily hugs her.

"Oh, come on. We've been like this from the start of time, B. I've known you for almost all my life. Heck, we watched Sesame Street together! Your girlfriend really needs to chill the fuck out." Santana rolls her eyes. "Anyway, where is the She-Hulk and her famous chocolate torte?"

"Don't call her that." The blonde huffs. "But yeah, I should probably call her."

Brittany forcefully grabs her phone from Santana's hand while the brunette just shrugs. Brittany sighs at her best friend's antics then dials Jamie's number only for it to go directly to voicemail. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion for a moment before talking. 'H-Hi babe. It's me. Just wondering where you were. Dinner's almost ready so hurry, everybody's waiting for your chocolate torte." Brittany says awkwardly. "Okay. See you soon." She adds before hanging up.

"So, where's the green Avenger?" Santana asks.

"She's probably parking." Brittany replies in frustration.

"Dinner's ready!" Quinn exclaims and everyone gathers to the dining table.

"Aunt Santana, what's the 'D'?" Beth smiles.

The four them give each other a surprised look. Santana kneels and levels with the 5 year old Beth.

"The 'D' is a-a.. Dinosaur, sweetie."

Beth suddenly turns her attention to Quinn, looking confused. "Why would you want a dinosaur, mommy? Dinosaurs are scary and big."

Puck and Santana chuckles at the corner while Quinn gives them a dirty look.

"Because they're f-fun?" She replies and that seemed to satisfy the kid's curiosity.

"Damn right." Puck mumbles under his breath as Santana and he share a subtle high five while laughing some more.


"It's a nice night." Santana mentions as Brittany and her stand outside of the Puckerman's apartment complex after they all called it a night.

"Uh-huh." Brittany absent-mindedly replies as she looks down sadly.

"Look, Britt. Maybe Jamie just forgot to call or could be that she got caught up at work."

"And turned her phone off?" Brittany snaps at Santana.

The brunette shrugs and just bites her lip. "Maybe she turned into the She-Hulk and is saving the Upper East Side right now?"

Brittany finally chuckles and pulls Santana for a hug. "Maybe, San. Thank you and I'm sorry for snapping at you." They pull apart and laugh for a bit. "You're the best best friend ever. What would I do without you?"

"You'd probably die, B."

"I might, actually." They both chuckle.

"You know, I've never noticed how blue your eyes really are." Santana mutters as she looks deeply into Brittany's eyes. It must have been a minute or two before they realized that they're both staring intently at each other and their faces are only a couple of inches apart.

"U-Uh.. Yeah. Britt, I gotta go but call me if you need anything, okay?"

"I will. Goodnight, San." Brittany gives Santana a light kiss on the cheek before walking towards the other side while Santana just stares at her, still standing at her spot. The brunette smiles once more before walking the opposite direction.

As soon as Brittany crossed the other side of the road, she decided to call Jamie again only to be disappointed once more. The blonde shakes her head as she walks a few more steps until she noticed something, making her stop in her tracks. She turns around and travels a few steps back before stopping in front of a car. Brittany peeks through the passenger window to see a beautiful, brown-haired girl who looks like she's contemplating life and death at the driver's seat.

"Jamie." Brittany speaks which surprised the girl inside the car, making her jump.

"Hi." Jamie says nervously.

"What are you doing here? We waited over an hour for you up there."

"I- I brought some torte." Jamie fake grins while showing the dessert. Brittany rolls her eyes and opens the car door then settles herself on the passenger seat.

"I don't care about a stupid torte, Jamie. I wanna know why you're sitting in a car and not having dinner with us."

"Well, that's the thing." Jamie sighs and looks at Brittany nervously. "This isn't my torte."

"What are you talking about?!"

"You know how you always tell people on the radio that I make this great chocolate torte from scratch?"

"Okay? Then what does that have to do with—"

"I didn't make the torte." Jamie mutters while biting her lip. Brittany stares at her in disbelief. "I've never made a torte in my life."


"Never?" Santana asks in exasperation over the phone.

"Never!" Brittany literally cries out while wiping away the tears and eating the chocolate torte on her bed, an hour after stumbling upon Jamie sitting in the car.

"What about that one from your birthday?"

"Especially not that one!"

"I don't understand why she had to lie about it."

"Well, she said that—she said that.."


"When you talk about me like that on the radio, you make me sound like I'm Wonder Woman. A great swimmer, amazing chef, fantastic singer—"

"Okay. Maybe I exaggerated a little bit but I only did that because I love you." Brittany interjects.

"You love the idea of me, Britt." Jamie sighs. "You've created this idea that I'm the perfect woman for you and sooner or later, I'm gonna let you down. I just think that we could deal with this now than later."


"And then she broke up with me!" Brittany exclaims as she tears up again.

"Oh no. I'm sorry, B." Santana says comfortingly on the other line. "Who knows maybe you guys will get back together."

"Well, she leaves for South Africa tomorrow morning. She'll be staying for 12 months at Johannesburg!"

"And no break up sex? Oh my god, that's horrible!"

"Santana!"

Santana sighs. "Well, I'm almost done with some work stuff. How about I come over and grab you some Chinese takeout from your favorite place and pick up those famous 'Break-up Dumplings' along the way?"

Brittany cracks a little smile. "Oh. T-Thank you." She sighs deeply in between the tears. "But I'm okay. I have to prep for tomorrow's show anyway. I don't know what I'm gonna tell Blaine tomorrow. I'll probably make up something. You'll be there tomorrow, right?"

"Of course, I'll meet you backstage before showtime." Santana tells Brittany over the receiver which seemed to calm the blonde down a little. "You know that I'm just a phone call away, babe."

"Like always." She smiles through the receiver.

"Goodnight, Britt. I love you, you know that right? And that I'm still coming over in a little while to cuddle with you even if you're already asleep?"

"I know, San. I love you too. Goodnight." Brittany sighs and throws her phone on the bed upon hanging up. She turns her head to the right only to see her now ex-girlfriend's face beside her own in a picture, looking all lovey-dovey by the bedside table. The blonde stares at it for a moment before getting the courage to scoot and angrily dump the framed picture down the trash bin.


"You can do this, Britt. You can do this." Brittany whispers to herself as she reapplies a bit more makeup to hide her tear-stained face and baggy eyes.

After a couple of minutes, they arrive at the Red Rooster Grand Hotel. She looks at herself in the mirror one last time before the door is being opened by her driver.

"Showtime, Miss Pierce."

"Thanks, Dave." She replies while getting off of the car. The blonde enters the hotel while trying to remind herself not to faint. Breathing deeply every now and then.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Blaine exclaims as soon as he saw Brittany.

"I was just—"

"Let's go! Let's go!" He tells her while leading her through the halls. "The place is filled up already and we've got a lot of fans inside. Now, before airtime, I'll go on. Then I'll introduce you, open the curtains and—Wait. Where's Jamie?"

Brittany sighs deeply before replying. "Well, She's—

"What does she look like? Maybe I'll just catch her—"

"No. Look, maybe if you let me explain something—"

Suddenly, Rory comes up to them all panicky. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. But sir, the technical department is having problems with the thing?"

Blaine clicks his tongue. "Oh no. We can't be having problems right now. We're going live in a few minutes."

"But-" Brittany tries to get Blaine's attention.

"Look, Britt. You'll be fine up there, alright? I'll just catch you on the flip side. Goodluck!" Blaine shouts as he walks away with Rory while Brittany frustratingly stands on her spot wondering how she'll get a hold of the situation.


"You look like you're about to faint." Santana quips upon seeing Brittany peek behind the curtains of the stage, looking like she's about to have a panic attack.

"Oh, you made it!" Brittany jumps a little in surprise. She also subtly checks out Santana who's wearing that favorite red dress she just loves on her. In her own words, that dress can get a two-syllable "Damn" any day, which has happened countless times when they hang out. Twice from Brittany herself but Santana doesn't have to know that.

"Of course, like I'd miss my best friend's first live stage appearance!'

"San, all those people out there.. Watching me. Maybe I could do a stage faint or something so I don't have to deal with this."

Santana walks closer towards her. "Hey, you're gonna be fine, Britt." She smiles. "Just close your eyes and pretend you're at the studio." Brittany takes three deep breaths together with Santana in which she relaxes after.

"Good thing I brought these." Santana smirks while holding up a paper bag.

"Break-up dumplings!" Brittany exclaims with a wide grin.

"Good afternoon everyone! I'd like to welcome you all here today. I'm Blaine Anderson, Dalton Radio's Station Manager.." Blaine's voice resonates in the huge function room.

"It might be a little cold by now but I'm sure it's still edible. Plus, we could have some more delivered later when we binge-watch on your favorite Disney movies at your place." Santana smirks.

"You are the best!" Brittany tells her as she pulls Santana closer for a tight hug.

"Now, without further adue, we proudly present to you Dalton Radio's gem and host of 'Romantically Speaking', Brittany Pierce!"

Suddenly, the red curtain opens up to reveal both girls hugging each other on stage for the whole room to see.

The thunderous clapping of the audience pulls them out of their trance and Brittany lets go of Santana awkwardly as they both face everyone while on stage. Quinn and Puck, who are seated among the audience, looks confused and with wide eyes at the scene before them. Even Will looks genuinely lost with what's happening.

"Wow! And as a special bonus surprise, everyone always talks about her but now you'll actually get to meet her as she supports our host today, her perfect girlfriend, Jamie!" Blaine exclaims and everyone claps louder this time.

Santana and Brittany look at each other in surprise. The brunette looks at Blaine with wide eyes from the other side. "Oh. No. No, no, no!" She shouts with her hands up in defense but the loud applause only makes it seem like a whisper that only a dog can hear.

Both girls look at each other in shock one last time.

"Shit." They mumble in unison.


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Please review and lemme know how I'm handling this story as I'm making it on the fly while loosely following the movie! Thank you for reading!

*I have this idea of adapting The Prince & Me as well but of course, Brittana style! I wanna finish Chasing Pavements and this one first though :)