"Hey, Rachel, whatever happened to that giant sack of meat that's always following you around like a lost puppy?" Santana asked as they walked into their shared apartment.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "He went to join the army. Said something about doing it for his father's honor. I bet they kick him out by the end of the week," she replied with a laugh. Santana laughed with her and they took a seat at the kitchen table with their money in hand.
"What about Puck? How are things going with your boy toy?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
This time Santana rolled her eyes. "You know he couldn't be away from his home boy for too long. He joined the army too. Idiots!" She snarled as they counted out their tips.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Santana spoke again. "You do realize that they'll be back tomorrow. They get the weekends off."
Rachel groaned and her head hit the table. "Why? They should just keep them there. Finn is so annoying. Puck is barely tolerable, but Finn is a whiny baby," she groaned as Santana smirked at her.
"That's why you tell him that it's a strictly friends with benefits thing. That way he won't get clingy," she said confidently.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You would. You don't mind giving your goods up." Santana kicked her under table while the smaller girl continued to laugh.
"Shut it, hobbit. You know that I'm just as gay as you are."
Brett woke up in the infirmary with his arm in a sling. He hadn't thought his wound was that serious. It didn't even hurt that bad. He swung off the cot and in walked the shorthaired haired blonde from before.
"Ah, good, you're awake. There are a few things we need to discuss before your friends come her to drag you away," she said with a pleasant smile.
The taller boy nodded.
"Okay, first off my name is Quinn Fabray. Second I think we should discuss the fact that you Brett Samuel Pierce are no tin fact who you say you are. You are not a boy. You are a girl," Quinn said without looking up from her notes.
The taller girl was up off the cot and across the room staring at the shorter girl before her. Quinn didn't even look up from her chart as she said, "Ms. Pierce, please have a seat so we can discuss what you are currently going through."
When Brittany made no move to return to her cot the shorter girl looked up at her with a soft sense of kindness in her eyes that instantly lowered the taller girl's walls.
Slowly, ever so slowly she made her way back towards the cot and sat down staring up into a pair of hazel eyes with a bit of curiosity. Quinn smiled down at her and looked back at her chart.
"How about you tell me your name," she said, while turning over a few sheets of paper on the clipboard.
The taller girl gulped in a huge breath of air before saying, "Brittany, ma'am."
Quinn looked up at her with a huge beaming smile. It was almost scary how wide it was. "Brittany that's a beautiful name, but you don't have to call me ma'am I'm hardly old enough for that. How about you just call me Quinn. That's what my friends call me and I'd like to think that we were friends."
Brittany nodded but didn't say anything else, so Quinn continued.
"Now, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you joined the army for some hair brain reason that I would never understand and of course with the law stating that no woman is allowed to join the army you decided to take up a fake identity and join anyway. Am I correct?" She asked, her eyes going back to her clipboard.
Brittany nodded with her head bowed in defeat.
Quinn noticed her expression and dropped down to one knee, taking hold of Brittany's chin so that they were staring into each other's eyes.
"Hey, don't worry about it, okay? I'm not going to tell anyone. I think what you're doing is really brain. Insane, but brave. Your secrets safe with me," she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips.
A huge smile spread across Brittany's face as she stared into those hazel eyes.
"Thank you, Quinn," she whispered and the girl nodded.
Just then Puck and Blaine walked in. A huge smile spread across Brittany's face at the sight of her friends but then she though of her condition and noticed that someone had redressed her after bandaging her arm up and she glanced over at Quinn who gave her a small wink.
"Hey, there, Brett. You're looking better," Blaine said with a laugh. Brittany nodded and bounced from foot to foot with a little wiggle of her bottom like a puppy. They all laughed at her enthusiasm as Puck turned to Quinn.
"Did you fix him up? 'Cause my bro has got to get his party on!"
The shorter blonde rolled her eyes but nodded. "I'll just need to put a new bandage on his arm and then he's all fit to leave. I want him to come back though. I want to make sure that wound doesn't start bleeding again." The other two cheered while Brittany looked over at Quinn unsure, but the shorter girl simply winked and helped Brittany out of her sling and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
Puck let off a loud wolf whistle and Quinn shot a glare his way before pushing the shirt open to Brittany's right side she replaced the bandage with ease and fixed her shirt.
"Hey, Puck, you said we were going to party, right?" Brittany called over her shoulder looking over at the Mohawked boy.
He nodded with a huge grin still on his face. "Can Quinn come with us?" She asked.
Puck rubbed his chin but in the end nodded. "Sure, why not?"
She cheered and Quinn smiled at her before shrugging out of her uniform where her normal street clothes rested beneath.
"Okay, let's head out. We're suppose to be meeting Finn," Puck said as they all made their ay out of the infirmary.
They walked through the streets of New York and passed several strip clubs and Blaine had to literally drag Puck away by his collar. Brittany giggled at their antics and thought that they would have made a cute couple, but Quinn gave off the vibe that she played for the same team as Brittany.
After a good twenty minutes of walking they came to a stop at a small bar with a piano being played from the inside. Puck stepped in without hesitation. The two blonde's followed with Blaine bringing up the rear.
Brittany noticed a girl on stage with a rather large nose. She was singing but it was good so she watched for a few seconds before following her friends up to the bar where Finn was already sitting with a beer in hand, staring up at the stage like his life depended on it.
She took a seat next to Quinn and order her own beer, reaching into her pocket to pay for the drink but the blonde woman behind the counter shook her head and slid the bill back to Brittany.
"Your money's no good here, solider. All your drinks are on the house," she said in a serious voice. Brittany smiled at her and put the money back in her pocket.
"How come he doesn't have to pay, Holly? You always make me pay," Finn whined. The other four turned to look at him with a glare.
Holly answered him a quick tongue. "Because you're an idiot and you only joined the army to protect." The other four laughed openly at the flustered boy. He huffed and turned back to the stage, where the smaller girl was hopping off to make way for a Latina.
Finn jumped up from his seat and raced after the girl while Brittany took her drink and turned towards the stage. The light fell onto her face and Brittany's jaw dropped. This girl was absolutely beautiful.
Her skin was lightly tanned and her dark eyes looked around the room, landing on Brittany, freezing the girl to the spot. She gulped thickly as a piano flourish filled the air.
The girl glanced over to the small Asian girl playing piano, before her eyes danced back to Brittany. It was like electricity shot through the air and tingled through Brittany's very being. A shiver ran through the blonde and then she began to sing.
Brittany could have sworn that she died and went to heaven. Only angels could sing the way that she was now. There was so much power and passion behind such a raspy voice. It was like pure sex and Brittany shifted uncomfortably.
The song ended and the room erupted in applause. Puck wolf whistled and did catcalls beside the blonde and Brittany seriously wanted to punch her friend.
She didn't like the way he was looking at this girl. Like she was a piece of meat. It pissed her off. She was about to confront the Mohawk headed boy when the same angelic voice from before spoke. This time directly in front of her.
"Hi," she breathed. It was only one word, but it pulled at Brittany's very soul as she turned around to meet a pair of dark brown chocolate eyes staring back at her.
Brittany's breath caught in her throat and she stared at this angel before her.
She swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat and tried to put on her best smile. It came out as more of a grimace as Brittany said, "Hey, there." The Latina didn't comment on her failed attempt at greetings and only giggled at how cute this boy was when he was nervous.
"My name's Santana. What's yours?" She asked edging closer to Brittany and putting her hand on a very toned thigh. The blonde squeaked and jumped at the hot electricity that shot through her at Santana's touch.
She gulped and tried to compose herself as she noticed Quinn sitting next to her and trying to muffle her laughter.
"I'm B-Brett Pierce," she said in the gruffest voice she could manage. Santana's eyebrow shot up at this statement and a sexy smirk spread across her face as she leaned even closer to the nervous blonde.
She got right in Brittany's ear as she whispered, "You don't look like a Brett to me. You're too cute for that," she said giving the shell of Brittany's ear a quick lick before pulling back to stare into wide, surprised blue eyes.
The look on the blonde's face was so shocked that Santana's couldn't help but laugh loudly.
Shaking her head to clear it Brittany looked down at the smiling Latina and she couldn't help but think that this girl looked absolutely amazing with that smile. It was so infectious that she too began to smile even though the cause of their joy was her humiliation.
All too quickly the Latina slipped back into the confident and sexy woman that Brittany had first seen. It was almost scary to watch the amused smile turn into a sexy one.
"So, Brett, aren't you going to offer me a drink like all these other sleaze bags?" She snarled the last part and her eyes danced over to Puck who was flirting with one of the other girls that Santana worked with. Kristy or something.
Brittany cocked her head at this and knew that the difference between Santana continuing the conversation with her and being smacked shitless all depended on what she said next.
"Well, from what I can tell by the way your eyes are flashing and your nostrils are flaring I would say that if I had come up to you with the promise of a drink then you would have categorized me into the sleaze bag genre," she said with a nod like she couldn't have said it any other way.
Santana stared at the blonde before her, taking all of Brittany's features in and the way those innocent blue eyes sated at her over the lip of her beer bottle. There was nothing but pure innocent honesty in those eyes and what looked like a hint of worry and fear.
"That's a very good answer, Brett," Santana said and waved to Holly to bring her a drink. She turned her beaming smile back to Brittany and the blonde had a relieved sort of grin on her face.
When she had her drink the Latina turned her full attention onto Brittany with that sexy smirk still in place.
"So, Brett Pierce, why don't you tell me a little about yourself," she said while taking a sip from her gin and tonic. At her words Brittany's heart rate increased and she had to think quickly in order to avoid the question.
Taking a long drink from her beer she put on her own sexy smirk and said, "Actually, I'm interested to hear about you. You're way too pretty and talented to be working in this shit hole." Her eyes traveled around to all the sweaty men palming the bulges in their pants as they eyed the girls walking around with deep lust filled eyes. It was enough to make her sick. Clearly, they were in the wrong place.
Santana simply chuckled at the blonde's response. "It's not that bad. Honest. The guys here know they don't get to touch at all and I don't have to take my clothes off. If they start getting too handsy then we've got Sam in the back," she said jerking her head towards a blonde boy with a pair of abnormally large lips.
He gave Santana a very friendly wave and Brittany found herself becoming more protective of the girl that she didn't even know.
Reaching out she caught hold of Santana's hand, which was resting on a tan knee, drawing the Latina's attention back to her.
"Still, I have to know…why here? Why not try and make it to Broadway? You got the voice for it. Why not try and make it onstage?" She asked.
Santana smiled shyly and looked down at the floorboards. She really liked this guy. All the other guys who had come into the bar had never cared about her past the bedroom. They'd never taken the time to get to know her the way that Brett was doing now. They just humped then dumped. At first she had liked it that way. No attachments. No emotions. It had been perfect. For some reason this army boy who had walked in here tonight was different. He was special.
"The Broadway scene just isn't for me. Maybe Rachel but not me. I prefer singing in here then up on a stage singing and dancing around. Beside," she said, putting on a smile, "All the people there are total bitches and that includes the guys."
The blonde laughed and it was probably the most beautiful thing Santana had ever seen. The shaggy blonde hair shook lightly as the laughter rumbled through his thin, feminine frame and came out of a pair of thin pink lips.
Suddenly, Quinn leaned past Santana and said, "Hey, Brett, did you show her your scars yet? You know chicks love scars." The shorter girl was clearly drunk as she toppled over into Brittany's lap. She grinned up at her blue-eyed friend and pressed a finger to her lips.
"See I know how to keep your secret," she practically yelled.
Santana stared in between the two blondes with a furrowed brow and watchful eyes. She noticed the fear that spread through those blue eyes as she looked down at her shorter friend.
"What's she talking about? What secret?" She asked looking between the two blondes who seemed to be having their own silent conversation.
Brittany looked up and met Santana's stare. Guilt immediately coursed through her. She was lying to this girl and she felt awful about it. Brittany felt like she was going to be sick, just from that knowledge. But she couldn't tell her the truth. No matter what no one else could find out about her secret.
"It's nothing. She's just bringing up some memories from when we were kids," Brittany said trying to give the Latina a convincing smile, but Santana seemed to see right through her, although she didn't call Brittany out on her shit and for that Brittany was extremely grateful.
The blonde drank deeply from her beer and tried to indicate for Blaine to help but the over gelled boy had his attention on someone else. A small boy that looked rather feminine to Brittany. She always though that Blaine batted for that team.
Brittany managed to push Quinn back into her chair and gave Santana an apologetic smile. Santana only nodded her understanding and downed the rest of her drink and stood turning back to the blonde who still sat there.
"Are we going to do this or what?" She asked with one of her eyebrows raised, expectantly.
Brittany jumped up, finishing off her own drink before following Santana towards the door when two loud voices filled the air and drowned out the girl who was singing on stage.
"Finn, I don't want to be with you! Now, leave me alone!" Rachel yelled as she tried desperately to get away from the huge lumbering giant. Everyone stopped, watching the scene unfold.
The huge boy had tears streaming down his face as he followed the smaller girl through the crowd.
"But, Rachel, I love you! I though you loved me too!" He cried. All of the men in the room scoffed and snickered at how weak Finn was being.
Rachel whipped around and glared at Finn. "That's the problem, Finn! You thought I loved you when I don't!" She yelled, her tiny hands curling into fists. She turned away again and began heading towards Santana, but Finn grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her back to him.
"No! I know you love me," he snarled. That's when Brittany decided to intervene. She was across the room faster then any of the other men. In two seconds she had Finn's hands off of Rachel and twisted behind her back while her other arm still rested in her sling.
Rachel stumbled away from the struggling Finn and into Quinn's awaiting arms. There was a slight fire burning in her eyes as she glared over at Finn. Her previous drunken haze had completely disappeared. Replaced with this rage that Brittany didn't know was possible.
If Brittany hadn't gotten there first then she might have torn his head off.
The taller blonde led the sobbing boy towards the door. She could smell the alcohol oozing from his pores and knew that she had to take him to base. There was no way that he was going to make it there on his own.
She wrapped the taller boy's arm around her neck as she led him towards the door. Blaine appeared by her side with the same hard expression as Brittany.
Brittany handed the giant off to him and turned to Santana with a sheepish expression while Blaine took Finn outside. Quinn had taken a startled Rachel backstage and Puck had already left with the girl he was hitting on earlier.
Scratching the back of her neck she stepped forward and looked into a pair of sad but understanding brown eyes.
"I gotta head out. Sorry… Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" She said it as more of a question then a statement. She looked up through her eyelashes at the Latina, giving her a small hopeful smile.
Santana didn't say anything only leaned up and kissed the blonde's cheek and brushed a few strands of the shaggy blonde hair from the creamy colored forehead and out of sparkling blue eyes.
"Don't forget about me," she whispered before giving the tall blonde a slight push towards the door.
Brittany left with a huge dopey smile and found that Blaine had already begun hobbling back to base. She hurried to catch up with him. She took hold of Finn's left arm and slung it over her shoulder as they practically dragged the still sobbing boy down the street. All the while he kept muttering about Rachel.
When his sobbing had quieted down, Brittany gave Blaine a ruthful smile.
"I saw you hitting it up with that boy in there," she said, watching the blush spread across his face. He looked at the ground and sounded something like 'I wasn't hitting it up'.
Brittany's laughter filled the air as she smiled over at the shorter boy. Blaine looked up into the sparkling blue eyes and a smile graced her features.
"What about you? You and that Latina were practically having sex on top of the table. You even had Quinn swooning," he said doing a little dance with his eyebrows, making Brittany laugh again.
"Oh, come on, you would have liked to see us get it on, on that table. I mean I got a banging body but hers is just amazing. And those eyes. They're so beautiful. She's just amazing," Brittany said as a small shiver ran down her slender frame.
Blaine looked over at the blonde surprised to hear the lovey dovey coo fill her voice. One of his eyebrows was in danger of disappearing into his hairline as he watched the far away expression take over his friend.
"Sounds like someone's in love," he grumbled, the weight of Finn starting to get to him. Brittany didn't respond only looked down at the ground and continued walking towards the base. Images of the Latina from earlier dancing around in her mind.
"Well, I think you should know that Santana doesn't really commit. She likes to use guys and then throw them away. She's got some issues and she's been known to make even Noah Puckerman cower in fear as she slices through men with her viscous viscous words," he warned as they reached the gate and the guard on duty waved them in.
Brittany's heart sank at his words. They continued walking with Blaine being oblivious to his friend's sullen demeanor as he continued on his rant.
"And just between the two of us I think that she's batting for the other team if you know what I mean. But she must not have enough room to swing in that closet she stays locked it."
They reached their tent and Brittany supported Finn alone while Blaine set up the gigantic boy's hammock.
When he turned back he noticed Brittany wiping away a single tear. He quickly shoved Finn into his hammock and turned back to the distressed blonde. Taking hold of his friend's face he said, "Look Brett, I'm not trying to get you away from Santana. I just don't want you to go in there blind." There was such sincerity that it made Brittany's heart swell.
She nodded with a small watery smile, before setting up her own hammock and climbing in.
