Brittany Pierce sauntered through the halls of McKinley High with her head held high, confidence evident on her beauteous face. It was Friday and the first week of school was making it's way to an end with things remaining invariable. Students of all grade levels scurried to make way for her. There was drooling, as well as murmured talks, whispers, and pairs of eyes fixated on her throughout each day. Brittany didn't mind so much anymore, with it happening frequently at all hours of the school day she was accustomed to all the attention by now. Today, all the talking, whispering, and staring was especially in motion. Students had noticed something different about the blonde and it made many pause whatever they were doing to have a look at her facial features, gasping when they finally got a glance. Brittany simply shrugged it off like she didn't know anything and not a single thing was amiss. No one dared to ask what could've possibly happened, some only sent questioning glimpses but the answer was kind of obvious, Brittany Pierce showed up to school like this all the time. No one bothered to ask but Rachel Berry, her best friend. It was no secret that the reprobate Brittany Pierce was best friend's with Rachel Berry. They both benefited from the friendship, Brittany protected Rachel like if she was her little sister and Rachel gave wise advise to Brittany like an older sister. Some people gave themselves headaches attempting to figure out how those two even looked at each other, there had to be something that linked them together because they were complete opposites in every way. Rachel was the perfect A student and not to mention a geek, loser, underdog, nerd, dork, and such a prude. While Brittany could careless if she had an A or an F, she didn't take crap from anyone, was always getting into fights, skipped school, was a total stud and goddess with both the ladies and the men, to top it all off she was sexy as hell. It was one of those things one just didn't ask about.

Brittany saw Rachel's diminutive approaching figure and she could already hear her blabbering.

"This is insanity, people are obviously out of their minds on this fine day. Why would Brittany even-it does not make any sense whatsoever..."

The blonde shut her out and came to a halt at random locker, leaning against it. She watched the students go by who looked away when she caught them staring. Brittany felt like a boss, having such an effect on her peers was A-1, but it often got lonely when people only wanted to talk to you for sex. Brittany decided it was better that way, getting attached to an abundant number of people was such a pain.

"Brittany what in the world happ-Oh my gosh, it's true. You poor thing." Rachel clasped her hands over her mouth and Brittany looked at her like she was being absurd.

"What are you talking about Rach?"

"People are going about spreading a rumor that you had an altercation slash confrontation with Rick the Stick, and that he successfully left you unconscious in the bushes. Is this the reason why, oh god, why you have a bruised cheek, eye, and eyebrow on the left side of your face? Brittany you confide in me at all times, I'm sure it wouldn't have killed you to explain why you even engaged in physical violence with him."

"What? There wasn't any 'physical violence'. I mean I don't like the dude but he did nothing to piss me off."

"Well then I don't comprehend why every-"

"Hold up. Did you say people are actually saying he won a fight against me?"

"Yes... is that not the case?" Rachel could've sworn she layed eyes on Rick this morning, and there was not one scratch on him.

Brittany scoffed.

"You've got to be kidding me... that jerk. I'll have to deal with him later. And Rach you know the real reason why I look like I got my ass kicked."

A few seconds flew by before Rachel soon came to realization and was further worried.

"Oh, oh. What, what happened this time?"

Brittany slipped her hands in her black skinny jeans sighing. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm gonna go smoke a cigarette, yeah?"

"Brittany you know you can always spend the night at my house whenever you want, we can discu-"

"I don't want to talk about it Rach."

Rachel took notice of the serious look on the blonde's face and decided it was best to not talk about it here in their current situation.

"Well Britt I really encourage you to come to class and you know, learn something. You will fail and I do not want to see you left behind. I know that if you tried hard enough you'd be as smart as me. Okay maybe not as smart, but close enough. Also you should stop smoking, it's a really bad habit that could really, really alter your life."

Brittany loosened up and chuckled at her concerned friend.

"I'm fine Rach."

The shorter girl shook her head at Brittany. Rachel always knew what was best but the blonde never listened. Sometimes she wished Brittany's life wasn't the way it was, it's be less burdensome if things were distinct.

"U-um... you're in f-front of my locker. C-could you please move?"

Brittany and Rachel turned to face a junior who was shyly looking at them. Rachel smiled at her before quickly moving herself to the side. The junior didn't notice Rachel's movement, heck she wasn't even acknowledging her existence. The girl was magnetized by Brittany, who smirked and shifted to the side as well.

"Sure thing cutie." The blonde curtsied for the younger girl to go ahead while winking at her, making the skin on her cheeks turn red. Brittany began walking away but turned to the junior once more and checked her out. "I'll see you around?"

The girl nodded her head quickly. Brittany satisfied with the answer, smiled and motioned for Rachel to start strolling with her. They left the girl leering at the tall blonde from behind.

"Brittany you should stop torturing those girls." Rachel laughed as she walked along with Brittany. It felt refreshing to go through the halls and not get a facial slushy, it felt so good to not get verbally abused, it felt so amazing. She would never tire of thanking Brittany.

The blonde snorted and watched for any mean looks directed towards Rachel.

"But it's a good kind of torturing... plus, I don't hear any complaints."

"You don't even have to try! They seem to be hypnotized by you. How do you even do it? I wish I could do that..."

"I'm a beast Rach." The tall blonde grinned and placed an arm over Rachel. "Don't worry, I can totally teach you a thing or two. You can only learn from the best." Brittany winked at Rachel and the shorter girl rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say Britt."

"Well I'm gonna go now. You know where to find me, ladybug."

The girls parted ways, Rachel going to her last class of the day and Brittany heading for the double doors at the end of the hall. She saw one of the administrators of the school approaching her out of the corner of her eye. She ran out before the old hag could catch up to her, she wasn't in the mood for their bullshit.

-x-X-x-

"Holy shit girl. What hell happened to you?"

"Damn, you best not have lost a fight."

"Oh fuck..."

They were the first phrases Brittany heard once she reached her destination. First her friend Nicole, pale skin, hair died dark purple, wearing a white shirt with torn blue jeans. Second her friend Marie, tan skin, dark hair, lip piercing, wearing a jean jacket with booty shorts. Last but not least, Ashley a shorter blonde who was sporting a white tank top with light blue skinny jeans. Brittany's company was settled in old, broken down chairs and small one-person couches. All of their attention was on Brittany who decided to ignore them. The blonde instead sat down on the only three-person couch that appeared to be close enough to new. That couch was reserved only for Brittany. Her nefarious friends were still expecting an answer, all they received was smoke coming their way. Brittany was currently nonchalantly smoking a cigarette. Marie stood up and sat down on Brittany's couch, which earned her a stern look from the tall blonde.

"Did I not say something? I know you heard me B-Dawg."

Brittany inhaled a handful of smoke and blew it towards Marie who patted the air trying to get it away from her.

"First things first, get the hell off my couch. Second, I don't feel like talking about it." Brittany faced in the opposite direction and proceeded inhaling the cancer stick, expressing herself like she didn't give a care in the world.

Marie snatched the cigarette out of Brittany's hand and started smoking it as well before going back to her seat, which would break down any minute now.

"Girl it was Rick, wasn't it?"

Brittany stuck her tongue out at Marie and turned to Ashley who was examining her face like if it was something out of this world. She wasn't going to tell them the real reason for her blemished face. They were her chilling buddies, it was all, she could lie to them if she felt the need to. So there was no point of them getting their noses all up in her business.

"Yeah... sure."

The three girls exchanged a look and chuckled. They knew Brittany had the skill, stamina, and speed to take down Rick. Nicole turned towards Brittany directing a devilish grin her way.

"We could jump that prick if you want. It'll be fun."

"No it's fine. This is between me and him. If anything he'll be the one needing backup."

x-X-x

Rachel managed to break free out of the large crowd of students and found Brittany at the front of the school leaning against the wall, wolf whistling at the people passing by her. She snorted when a random girl practically threw herself at Brittany obviously flirting with her.

"Hello, hello. I'm sorry to interrupt this romantic encounter but Brittany, could you please drive me home? My dads are out at an office meeting and they will not be back until later." Rachel knew she didn't have to wait for an answer so she wandered off and headed towards Brittany's Porsche. The blonde did a 'call me' motion with her hands at the girl before following Rachel.

The car ride to Rachel's house mostly included her yapping on and on about Glee Club, Barbara Streisand, Broadway, Barbara Streisand, homework, New York, oh and Barbara Streisand. They arrived a few minutes later and Brittany was so thankful, it amazed her how she managed to survive the amount of time her best friend spent talking. The girls exchanged goodbyes and parted ways.

On the way back the traffic was quite heavy. Brittany checked the time, seeing that it was getting late she was beginning to feel anxious because she should've been home by now, checking to see that everything was okay.

It was 7:30PM when she pulled up at her house. When her baby a.k.a her car was safely parked in the garage she started for the door. Brittany was greeted by a half broken glass cup being thrown at her, she managed to duck it by and inch and sighing she dared to turn towards the direction the object came from. Beer bottle in hand, a hot mess, on the ground. Yeah, the whole scene looked like something Brittany recognized.

"Wherrre the hell have you beennn?! Go and find some moneyy you worthlesss child! Billss need to be paiiid!"

Anyone with a brain could clearly tell that Brittany's mom was drunk. She expected this, and sometimes she pondered why she even bothered coming home. There wasn't anything but pain, remorse, and emptiness in the Pierce household. Brittany would try to get some sense into her mom but it'd be like talking to a 1 year old. You tell them to do something but they go ahead and do what they want. Brittany had just gotten home and she couldn't stand being there any longer. Feeling sympathy for the women who cared shit about her she grabbed a pillow and a blanket from her couch and accommodated her with them. Brittany headed out to her car in the garage and once inside, she pulled out her wallet and stared at an old picture of her dad. She held back the tears until she couldn't. Her dad was the best thing to happen to her and when Brittany found out he had been killed in a war fighting for his country she turned to drugs, alcohol, burglary, anything that cured the despondency and grief. The effect of her father's death had been massive, everything she is now is all thanks to the absence of a loving father and a careless mother. The delicate picture was brought up to Brittany's lips, a tender kiss being placed on it.

"I miss you..."

The blonde didn't forget she still had to get the money her mom was asking for. The bills, the bills. They weren't going to pay themselves. Brittany knew exactly what she had to do; She had to break into a house and abduct everything that looked worthy of selling at a high price. Wiping her tears away with the back of her hand she took one last glance at the photograph in her wallet.

"Sorry daddy."


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