TITLE: CLUBS AND DIAMONDS
PAIRING: BRITTANA
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
RATING: T
When Brittany turned 18 she didn't have the huge party she had dreamt of. Her father had walked out the night before and her mother was becoming more distant. Their fights would last hours always ending in Brittany slamming the door to her room. She knew she couldn't live in her mother's company anymore. Mrs. Pierce became a depressed and coniving woman since her husbands departure and Brittany knew she didn't deserve how her mother treated her when she had done nothing wrong.
The night Brittany left her home for good, she had no idea where she'd end up. Hitching rides with strangers to different states and spending lonely nights in deserted bars for the next 5 years. The girl was a mess since Santana left. After the brunette's departure Brittany had become cold and distant towards everyone around her. She wanted her parents to feel guilty but they simply said it was 'for the best'. Brittany cried every night, wishing that Santana would return and rescue her, but every night she was disspointed. It became apparent to the blonde that she had to make something of herself. She couldn't survive on the $150 she managed to steal from her mothers purse before she left. "Where are you headed?" A truck driver pulled over and rolled down the window. He had a big build and was wearing a yankees cap, which helped Brittany choose her next destination. "New York City."
As Brittany stepped onto unfamiliar soil she felt a lump in her throat as men and woman in suits scurried past her. Brittany was intimidated at the sight she saw. How could she possibly make it here with hardly any experience? She had $150 in her pocket and hope, which was all she needed to keep her going at that moment. One evening Brittany was breathing in the fresh New York City air as she strutted down the sidewalk, feeling more at home than ever. Even without a place to stay the blonde was enjoying her new life, without her parents, without rules, without a care in the world.
Suddenly the blonde heard pumping music coming from around the corner. She walked frantically to find the source of the noise, noticing people lined up to enter a club which looked fairly new. Brittany looked in a store window at her reflection, flattening her hair and hitching up her skirt. The bouncer at the club took one look at the blonde and unclipped the red rope, allowing her to enter. Brittany could get used to this. The music became louder against the blonde's ears and she loved it. Hearing the beat and seeing the amount of people on the dance floor got her excited. She headed straight for the middle of the floor, catching the eye of a man standing at the balcony of the club peering down. He took a sip of his whiskey, staring down at the blonde spinning and body rolling. He gasped with surprise at the flexibilty and eccentric prosition the girl had in her movements. After more dancing and ordering a couple drinks from the bar, Brittany decided to call it a night. She stretched her arms out breathing in the cool air. She spun around and bumped into a man who smirked back at her.
"Hello there." He said, still smirking. "Oh hi, I'm Brittany." Her mother always told Brittany to never reveal her personal details to strangers, but the blonde was a little tipsy and didn't care much for her mom's rules anymore. They were apart of her old life after all. "Nice to meet you sweetheart. Listen," The man ran his hands through his well brushed brown hair and sniffled. "I saw you dancing your little heart out on the dance floor and I could use someone like you at my club." Brittany's face lit up, this could be her chance to earn money and meet new people. "What kind of club?" Brittany asked as the man lead her into an alleyway and through a metal black door. "This kind of club," He whispered gesturing towards a large stage. It was lit up by pink and green neon lights which brightened up Brittany's light blue eyes. The girl froze at the sight, trying to hold in a squeal. She had never seen a more beautiful and magical room in her life.
The only other sight topping the club was Santana's big brown eyes. They showed a hint of sadness but so much love and compassion for the blonde. Brittany missed them every night.
"What will I have to do?" "Exactly what you were doing on the dance floor tonight, except sexier." The man smirked and strutted inside after giving Brittany his card. "Call me tomorrow as soon as you wake up-" Brittany's innocent expression made the man stop in his tracks and proceed back towards the blonde. "You recently moved here huh?" Brittany nodded. "And you have no place to stay?" Brittany nodded once more. "Come in here, there's a room upstairs that you can stay in so that way you won't be late for work. I'm Kurt by the way." He winked at the girl, signalling for her to follow him upstairs. "Thank you for this." The blonde smiled, taking her eyes off the large stage and towards the man. She wondered why there were so many poles around the room, but just shrugged it off, hurrying upstairs.
The next night before the blonde could make any new friends, she was rushed into a very revealing outfit and tought a routine. Brittany stood infront of a mirror, starely deeply at her own reflection. She was dressed in mini, tight leather shorts and fishnet stockings. Her torso and breasts were barely covered by a gold, shiny peice of material hanging clumsily off her. The blonde took a deep breath in, soon hearing her name called out by Kurt to get on stage. She walked towards the curtain, taking a peek out at the crowds of drunken men in suits. They wolf whistled at a woman grinding on a shiny brass pole in the centre of the stage.
Brittany admired the woman and a rush of energy blasted through her body as the room went black. Kurt's voice blasted through the speakers causing Brittany to almost slip on her 7 inch heels. "Ladies and Gentlemen thank you again for joining us tonight. We have a special treat for you all tonight, in the shape of a slim, sassy blonde with endless legs. Please welcome out Brittany." Brittany had to be pushed on stage by a fellow dancee because of the trance she was in by her loud beating heart. She stood at the back of the stage, squinting into the bright lights which hung from the ceiling and peirced into her eyes.
The girl then gathered her confidence and began strutting towards the shining pole as a slow, sensual beat came on the speakers. Men started whistling as the blonde became more comfortable on stage. She arched her back against the pole and slid down, leaving everyone in the crowd and backstage to drop their jaw in amazement. The saxophones and percussion instruments in the music became louder, causing Brittany to become more entranced in the moment. The men roared at the girl who was now running her fingers down her own glistening stomach. Brittany closed her eyes before getting on her knees and crawling towards the front of the stage. She teased the men with an innocent grin before walking sensually off stage as the music ended.
"Oh my god girl! You were incredible!" Kurt squealed like a school girl backstage, hugging the blonde tightly. "That was really fun." Brittany seemed out of breath as she walked towards the dressing room. "Hey Britt! Tomorrow we'll need to get one of the girls to really teach you how to work the pole." Kurt winked, then began screaming at the next girl to get on stage.
Brittany woke up the next morning quickly ducking downstairs to practice her movements around the pole. She gave up after 10 minutes of falling on her ass and headed down the street for a coffee. Brittany felt good for the first time since leaving home, she felt accomplished. Being with 14 other girls in a dressing room which was always filled with sweat and smoke had an influence on Brittany and she had stolen a cigarette off Kurt, now being able to be free to do what she wants. She passed a woman who had her head buried in her hands on a bench, Brittany wondered why the woman was so unhappily sitting in the middle of New York, a vibrant and exciting city. But the blonde continued walking, not wanting to disturb her. She lit up her cigarette waiting for the lights to change, then continued walking back to the club, that she would now call home.
