THE BACK-UP PLAN, GLEE AU FIC.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee and the movie "Back-up Plan", but I praise their awesomeness.

Brittany, a full-fledged adult has only one dream in her life, to have a baby. She has dated countless of men, but none of them were the right one. She couldn't wait for the rest of her life, so she had a plan, a back-up plan.

It all started inside a clinic room, Brittany lying down on a bed with her legs held up, staring at her duck-style toenails.

"I cant believe I didn't get a pedicure for this" Brittany mutters, looking sadly at her toes. "How embarrassing"

"If I were the real guy doing this, I'd get a pedicure…and a wax" she adds, flexing her foot up and down. She turns to the other foot, with a more surprised tone. "Oh Shit. That one's worse" she shrieks out.

"Sorry I didn't get a pedicure"

"What?" A man stands up, the light blinding Brittany's eyes.

She slightly closes them, trying to look at the doctor. "Uhm, my toes…sorry " she mumbles, gesturing her hand politely.

Carl sits back down, smiling softly. "I'm not looking at your toes, I'm looking at your cervix" he deadpanned, looking back inside Brittany's center.

"Right" she says, tilting her head to the left and right "Now I wish you were looking at my toes" she sighs, throwing her head back.

The doctor places a tool on a tray and smiles at Brittany, removing his gloves at the process. "All done"

"That's it?" Brittany asks in disbelief. That was easy..

Carl walks to a nearby stool, rotating a clock. "We'll just uh.. Elevate your legs for ten minutes" he instructs, moving to a button below the bed, probably for the elevation. Stepping on it, the bed rides up, making Brittany feel a bit uneasy. "And you'll be good to go"

"This is the first time I'm hearing that ticking clock sound and I'm not freaking out" she says as the beds halts into a stop.

"Good. Relax" Carl nods.

Brittany sits up abruptly, her face showing panic. "I can't. I'm totally freaking out!"

"Come on… Everything's going to be great!" he says, almost popping his eyeballs out. "I have a feeling that you and uhh…" he stares down at an empty tube, bringing it up to Brittany's eye level. "CRM1014 are gonna make beautiful babies together" he finishes, placing back the tube to its rack and leaves quietly.

"There's a person who's named CRM1014?" she mumbles, noticing Carl was leaving she looks up. "T-Thank you!" she says aloud, a bit shaky.

Brittany stretches her legs up, letting her mind take over. "Oh god, I hope this works." Brittany closes her eyes shut. "I've wanted this for so long. Maybe this isn't how I pictured it" Brittany opens her eyes, slightly biting her lips. "…Exactly…but I'd have a little bit more support" she thinks, reminiscing a memory she had with a friend.

"No, You don't want to have kids. Trust me" Rachel rejects immediately, removing the insides of a frozen chicken.

"Well, that's easy for you to say, you have four" Brittany grunts back

"—And its awful" Rachel adds with disgust written all over her face as screams were being heard everywhere."They ruined my life!" Rachel cries out, all of her four children running around.

Brittany smiles at them. "Hey baby" she cooed while Rachel approaches them with an irritated frown. "What? No! Go away!" she shooed the children as they grabbed lego-blocks from the coffee table.

"Have you seen my vagina? I mean have you?" Rachel sighs heavily, placing a dirty blanket on a stool. "I will show it to you just to prove that you don't want to have kids" she bluffed, carrying a basket of laundry in her arms. "I will show you… my vagina" she blabs, walking out on Brittany.

"I don't wanna see that, it isn't even tempting Rach…" she shoots back, following were the brunette was heading to. "I want to have a baby"

"I just think you're tired of being alone.. You haven't met the right guy, i—"

"it's not about a guy" Brittany cuts in, leaning her body against the door. "This isn't about a guy… I-Ive dated hundreds of guys over the past five years, AND not one of them is close to being the ONE. It's just not happening for me" Brittany rants as Rachel sniffs the dirty clothes one by one.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean that you won't" she fires back, walking to the other side of where Brittany was standing, only to be interrupted by the kids running again with a… frozen chicken?

Rachel immediately runs to them, screaming at the top of her lungs."Is that my chicken? What are you doing? That is your dinner not a TOY"

She turns to Brittany again, but suddenly frowns as she looks down on the floor. "Do you smell pee?"

"So… I have to figure it out on my own…" Brittany corrects, going back to reality. "I examine every possibility and arrived at the most obvious conclusion" she says, remembering another moment of her life.

Brittany leans forward, showing off the best smile she could muster. "Will you be my baby-daddy?" she blurts, making Sam spurt out the wine he was drinking.

"What? N-NO! I cant be the father, are you out of your mind Britt? That wasn't even funny" he grunts, clearly not happy with his best friend's statement

"I will not let my sexual pride be put into a baby. There are women out there who need me!" he objects.

"Sam.. you're my bestie. Don't you want to help me?"

"I mean, we don't have to have sex. You don't have to be involved at all. Alright, just uhh… give me your sperm" she pleads, pointing her direction to his pants.

Sam stays silent for a while but breaks into laughter, thinking it was some kind of joke. "You got me there Britt, haa… I get it, you haven't had sex in a long time and cle—"

"ugh no Sam! You know what, never mind" Brittany huffs out, disappointed at her friend's reply.

"Well that was a bust" Brittany sighs."So, I had a dream about ducks telling me what to do… soo…It's going to be okay, the ducks are never wrong" she nods, smiling brightly. "I… I have a plan" The clock gave a 'ting' sound and Brittany jumps out, wearing some clothes on.

As she walks down the clinic hallway a bit weirdly, she bumps into Dr. Carl who was chuckling at the blonde's actions.

"Woah there. You don't have to walk like that" he laughs, making Brittany blush shyly.

"Oh, sorry. Okay" she mumbles, fixing her walk.

"Oh and by the way I know an excellent supporting group of single moms, if you're interested" he suggests, making Brittany nod with glee.

"Great!"

Brittany, ever so excited, hugs Dr. Carl, receiving a chuckle. "Goodluck" he says, letting go of the blonde

"Alright, Thanks" she smiles back, walking triumphantly as she greets two pregnant women sitting down on a couch, who surprisingly says 'hi' back.

As she exits the clinic, rain pours down on her while people run for shelter. Brittany though, couldn't care less if she got soaked in the rain, turning around in circles like she was the happiest woman on earth.

Brittany walks forward to the road, throwing her right hand up in the air, hailing a cab. "Taxi" she yells, and immediately, a yellow cab drives closer to her, with one last smile she enters the cab, not expecting to see another soaked woman jumping in next to her.

"Alleluia!" she sighs in content but almost had a heart attack when she heard another slam of a door, jolting at the sight of a woman. "Woah excuse me!" she yelps.

The woman just smiles in return, not bothered by Brittany's presence.

"This is my cab"

[to be continued]

PLEASE REVIEW. :)

I WAS WATCHING THE BACK-UP PLAN, AND I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE… SO I DECIDED TO WRITE A BRITTANA FIC ABOUT IT, IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE, PLEASE REVIEW… SO I KNOW YOU LIKE IT.. =)))

THANK YOU.

-M