Note: I have started a new story, featuring Brittany and Santana, set in Chicago in the 1920's. I have done some research, but please pardon any incorrect information. Just a little prologue to start you off, an actual chapter to come soon. Thanks for reading!
Prologue:
Chicago, 1924
I still wasn't sure I could manage this, and stepping off the train, I fought the urge to run back to Ohio, back under the comforting, secure skirts of Mother, back under tradition and familiarity. Instead I lifted the thick material of my skirt from under my boots, and moved forward. I had worked hard to become one of the first, few women, accepted into St. Rose's College and knew that with Mother's warm touch, also came her dutiful insistence on subservience, and with Father's gentle laugh, the confines of convention, trapping and boxing.
Repeating my new mantra, "I will be my own person," I stepped into the throes of Chicago, eyes opened wide, mind opened wider. This would be a new life, a new world, a new beginning, after all these were the "crazy years", and I was not going to miss a minute of it.
