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Chapter 2
"Brittany, what on earth are you doing?"
"There's a hole in our floor."
"Yes, I can see that, you have your head in that hole right now. Get out of there!"
Brittany rolled her eyes, but obeyed Kurt all the same. She figured Mrs. Patti, their downstairs neighbor, would probably have a heart attack if she came home to find a floating head in the middle of her living room ceiling. Which was where Brittany had been looking into before Kurt had arrived. She stood up.
"Kurt, there's a hole in the middle of our living room. A really big one."
"How did this even happen? What did you do?" Kurt stood in front of Brittany with his arms spread open. He held tightly to a bundle of shopping bags in each hand.
"I didn't do anything."
"Brittany."
Brittany held her roommate's gaze for a few seconds before looking back at the hole.
"Ok, I might have done something."
"You know what, I don't even wanna know," Kurt groaned. He walked past Brittany, giving the hole a wide berth. He peeked in their kitchen and sighed at the mess he found there. He kept walking down the hall towards his room.
"Are you mad?" Brittany followed him.
"Why on earth would I be mad, Brittany? I come home to find you crouched on the floor, with your head through the ground, and not only that, but our kitchen looks like monkeys had an orgy in there. I mean, Jesus, I was out for two hours!"
"Ok, so maybe you're mad, but I can –"
Brittany stopped talking with a start at the sound of their front door bursting open abruptly.
"Brittany, my queen fashionista, you will not believe what just hap– AAHH!"
Brittany looked at Kurt.
"I think that was Rachel falling in the hole."
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"Anyways, yeah, I'm really sorry about the hole, Mrs. Patti."
"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Patti said. "You just figure out a way to cover that in the meantime."
Brittany nodded, pleased at the lack of anger coming from the older woman. She could only take so much negativity in a day's time. Between Kurt's yelling and Rachel's panic attack, Brittany felt like a kicked puppy. And really, the hole wasn't totally her fault. So maybe she should have researched what cooking in a pit meant a bit better. She had just gotten so excited with her newest invention that she couldn't help but want to make a pit right then and there. Who knew the floor was so thin?
"What were you trying to do exactly?" Brittany snapped out of her musings and looked down at Mrs. Patti. The older woman was quite short, barely reaching Brittany's shoulder, and Brittany couldn't help thinking how cute Mrs. Patti was.
"Oh, you know, just this experiment. I didn't quite think it through." Brittany shrugged, looking up at the hole.
"Hm," Mrs. Patti said. Brittany was thankful she didn't seem too interested in the details.
"I promise, though, I'll take care of this."
"Oh dear, I'm not worried. I'm sure you'll think of something."
"Brittany!" They heard Rachel calling from the upstairs apartment. With a last apologetic smile, Brittany made her way back upstairs.
"Hey."
"Sincerely Brittany, what were you thinking? Look at my leg!" Rachel was sitting on Brittany's favorite yellow armchair while Kurt fussed over her leg. Brittany could see a long thin cut slowly disappearing under strips of white gauze. "I could have died!"
"I didn't know you were coming." Brittany shrugged. She looked over at the hole. Maybe she could put some chairs around it or something.
"Regardless of the awful catastrophe we all narrowly avoided, I came over to tell you that," Rachel shooed Kurt away and bounced in her seat, "I was on my way home when I got a call from that casting director I was telling you guys about last week, and I got an audition!"
Kurt squealed and clapped his hands before pouncing on Rachel. They fell back against the armchair, giggling like school girls. Brittany smiled at the sight.
"That's really cool, Rachel," she said.
Rachel got up and motioned for Brittany to come closer. She pulled Brittany into a hug.
"It was all because of you. Thank you so much for helping me dress for that meeting, I mean, I know I gave you a hard time since your choice was rather…eccentric, I mean, who wears leg warmers on their arms, but I can see now that it really made me stand out. Of course, I can rely on my natural talent and on how I am really the only and logical choice to play Fanny in their new Funny Girl production, but the first thing the director said was, 'shouldn't those be on your legs?' and it was directed at me, and he ignored everyone else, and from that moment on I just knew I had gotten that extra edge I needed…"
"Rachel! Breathe. I get the gist of it," Brittany chuckled. "You're welcome."
"Well, now that we've gotten these pleasantries out of the way, I would like to make you a proposition. How would you like to –"
"No."
Rachel stalled, stunned.
"But you don't even know what I'm going to propose."
"You're going to ask me to dress you for the audition."
"Oh. Yes, that's exactly right. So why not?"
Brittany sighed, flopping down on the yellow armchair.
"Because if I do it, you'll get the part. And if you get the part, you'll keep asking me to dress you for things. You'll never leave me alone, ever again." Brittany looked up into Rachel's astounded face. "I don't like you enough for that."
Kurt snickered. Rachel aimed him a dirty look before staring down at Brittany.
"Brittany, this is truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. You'll be able to assist me with my day to day fashion choices, and help me stand out in the crowd. I'll be famous one day, and I won't forget all the people that helped me get there." Brittany rolled her eyes. "I'd pay you, of course. Don't you want some guarantees for later in life? You need to be thinking about your future, you don't want to be a waitress forever. Really, being my advisor, maybe even my assistant –"
"Rachel, let me stop you right there. You can think whatever you want, the answer is no. Now, I'm late for work." Brittany got up and left the living room, catching tendrils of Kurt scolding Rachel for being so obnoxious. She closed her bedroom door and tuned out the argument coming from the living room.
She sat on the bed, and checked her phone. She smiled at the missed call. She debated calling Santana back, but before she could do it, her phone vibrated with an incoming text message:
Called u a little while ago 2 let u know i'm coming to the restaurant 2nite. U workin?
Sure am! What time r u coming?
Like 8.
Cool! I'll find u!
:) cya later Britt.
Brittany set her phone aside and laid down. She felt her eyes start to close, but she fought against the sudden drowsiness. She really needed to start getting ready for work. She let her mind turn to Santana. Such an interesting girl. Brittany remembered back to when they first met, laughing at Santana's behavior that day. It was sort of a thing Brittany did, to approach people and start a conversation with them out of the blue. It was an interesting way to pass the time, and she so often got such fun reactions out of people. Santana's reaction to her approach had definitely been one of the most pleasant.
She picked up her phone and opened her Messages, going through her and Santana's text exchange. Brittany had to admit she was surprised they were still talking. She was a bit of an air head; she had no shame in owning up to that. Coupled with the fact that Brittany often got bored with people so easily, she really had a hard time building relationships that lasted. Kurt was her oldest friend; they've known each other for twenty years, since they were seven. They met Rachel in high school, and the only reason she and Rachel still talked was because Kurt had actually become really good friends with her, for whatever reason. Besides them, all the other people she had semi-constant contact with were the guys she worked with at the restaurant.
Santana. Santana was proving to be something completely new and unexpected. Ever since that day at Starbucks, they've met three times, and been texting almost constantly. Weirdly enough, Santana seemed to just get her. The fact that Brittany forgot how to talk whenever Santana smiled at her only made it easier to be in her company. She couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the prospect of seeing her later. Maybe if she played her cards right, she could start to think of Santana as a friend.