A/N: So here's your update, guys! It's a little on the short side and more leading towards the next chapter which is a longer one. Get to reading, loves!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any songs/characters in this fic. Characters you don't recognize are my own.

-B


November, 2014:

You lay flat on the floor after your fiftieth sit up that morning and tilt your head back looking at an upside down Chess staring at you from your living room couch.

"Did I wake you?" you ask playfully and Chess releases his tongue from his mouth, almost smiling at you. You giggle at his cuteness and roll onto your stomach, beginning your set of push up with your hands together, thumbs and index fingers forming a triangle.

It was Saturday and you couldn't be any more thankful for your weekend after a long week of nothing but clinic duty and easy diagnoses. Some would find that quite confusing; shouldn't you be happy you had an easy week? One would assume so. But you didn't take the job hoping for easy, you took it for a challenge, and when you get bored, you get tired; and having to work nine hour weekdays doing nothing but filling out scripts for inflammatory and antibiotic medication makes you restless.

At least on the weekends you can organize your day so you aren't bored and get things done. You're a doer, that's it.

After your thirtieth push up, you slowly lower your body to the ground and raise your body back into a plank to work your core. You hold for the length of Eminem's Bezerk playing in your head before getting to your feet and stretching your arms over your head.

Chess lets out a tiny bark and you drop your arms, grabbing your water from the coffee table and guzzle it down.

You woke up at 8. It was now 9:40 and you could finally shower and get ready for the day after your work out.


You pull your hair into a messy bun, running your eyes over your face in the bathroom mirror, checking for any mishaps of your makeup, and then leave the bathroom, flicking the light off as you went.

Chess runs into your shin with a toy in his mouth and you quickly scoop him up, kissing his head.

Checklist for the day; grab some coffee, pick up groceries, and go to Kurt's dinner. Those are your three main goals for the day and the past times in between could be anything. You place Chess on the couch in the living room and grab you coat from the back of the suede grey chair your mother gave you for a house warming and slip it on, wrapping your scarf loosely around your neck before grabbing your purse and leaving the cozy apartment.


The caramel macchiato runs down your throat leaving you to hum happily at the delicious taste as you walk into the grocery store. You grab a cart with your free hand and pull it from the others, turning it and heading straight for the bakery.

You grab a loaf of bread along with a small bag of bagels and carry on to the vegetable and fruits.

You set your coffee in the drink holder attached to the cart and lean forwards, ripping a bag from the stand, putting a bundle of bananas in the bag. You do the same with kiwis, oranges, and apples and tie the apple's bag while lowering it into the cart.

You grab your coffee and take another sip as you maneuver the cart through the aisles, adding a carton of milk, a container of yogurt, a package of steak, and a package of chicken breasts to the cart.

"Okay…" you mumble, tapping your fingers against the coffee as you look at the contents of your cart. You estimate the total and nod to yourself, heading down the aisle to quickly grab another box of your tea before heading to the checkout. You pause when you come towards the pet aisle and can't help but throw a cute blue and yellow squeaky plush ball into the cart.

The man at the register pulls your items through as you get your car out and you smile politely at the younger man at the end bagging.

"Hello, how are you doing today?" the older man asks, smiling as he scans your items.

"I'm doing well, you?" you reply automatically and he grins, nodding; beginning to punch in the total.

"I'm doing alright. Debit?" he asks and you nod, sliding your card into the tiny machine and punch in your pin, pulling it out and tucking it away when 'approved' flashes on the screen. "Do you need any help out to your vehicle?"

"I think I can manage." You chuckle and smile at the young man as you push your cart towards the exit.

After you get everything put away in your trunk you return the cart and slide into the driver seat, starting the engine and check your phone for any missed calls or texts. There's one call from 'Mom', a text from Quinn, and a text from Sam.

New Message From: Sam Evans

Hey, Brittany! I was wondering if you needed a ride to Kurt's tonight. Let me know :)

You smile faintly and shake your head. That boy.

Message To: Sam Evans

Hey, I already got a ride with Mike. Maybe next time, thanks anyway!

You sigh, knowing you shouldn't give the guy false hope but you're too nice like that. Next you reply to Quinn; her asking the same question. You thank her but decline before dialing your mom's number, and turning the Bluetooth on in the car as yo pull out.

"Brittany, hello sweetheart."

"Hi, Mom." You smile, checking both ways before turning onto the main road. "You called me. What's up?"

You hear her hum and slow behind a car at the red light, "I was thinking of coming out next weekend. What do you think?" you can only picture her beaming smile and let out a soft chuckle as you are let in front of a car. You wave in thanks and turn.

"That'd be great, Mom. I'd love to see you." The light turns red again and you rest in your seat, letting your head hit the head rest. "Is that all you wanted to say?" you ask with furrowed brows.

"Pretty much." She sighs and you tilt your head, "I wanted to hear your voice." A sad smile forms on your face and you chew your lip faintly in understanding.

"Have you talked to Dad recently?" you ask quietly, straightening and pushing on the gas.

"Monday." She answers and you hum, "I'm sorry, honey, it's just…"

"I understand, Mom. You don't have to explain yourself to me." You tell her, parking in the liquor marts lot. "I know how much harder it is around this time." You add, shutting the car off.

"You're right." she chuckles and you smile sadly, watching the people enter and leave the building. "I'll let you go, dear. I'll find a flight for Friday."

"Email me the arrival confirmation." You say, "Love you."

"Love you, Brittany."

You end the call and rest your head back, letting your eyes close lightly.


You fill Chess's water and food, grabbing your heels from beside you as you stand up. Chess runs to the dishes as you step out of the way and you grab your coat, sliding it on over your dress.

It was almost 6 and Kurt asked everyone to come for half after.

When you got home from purchasing a bottle of wine for the host of tonight's dinner you took Chess for his walk and proceeded to have a small lunch while watching a lame lifetime movie. It wasn't terrible but wasn't worth watching ever again when you're bored. Then you huddled on the couch with Chess snuggled into your side and finished reading the most recent book you've started.

Your phone beeps and you grab it, checking the text and send a reply to Mike letting him know you'll be right out.

You wrap your scarf and button your coat, slipping your feet into the heels before grabbing your clutch and leaving the apartment, locking the door behind you.

You carefully descend the stairs and push the front doors of the building open, smiling when you see Mike in his long trench coat waiting outside the car. You walk up to him and frown with a head tilt.

"You smoke?" you ask and he laughs, flicking the unlit cigarette away.

"God no, a buddy of mine left a pack in my car and I was disposing of them." He explained, pointing to the ground where unlit cigarettes were stomped out on the road. You let out a laugh and he winks, opening the passenger door. You slide in, thanking him, and he runs around to the driver door, sliding inside and pulling into drive. "Your first Hummel gathering. I envy you." He jokes making you laugh and shake your head at him.


Mike pulls into a large enough parking lot and goes straight for the visitor parking, turning the engine off after pulling in between a red minivan and a silver sports car. You tilt your head and smile once you realize its Noah inside the sports car, and he lifts his head, nodding at you in greeting.

You get out first and wait for Mike and Noah the end of Mike's car. Noah stands beside you, and fixes his collar of his coat and Mike comes over, the car beeping when he pushes a button on his starter. The three of you walk to and into the gorgeous condo building and you shiver involuntarily, following Mike and Noah to the second door on the first floor.

You hold the bottle of wine in your hands and look up from its label when the front door opens and smile widely at Kurt.

"You all came together?" Kurt asks through a chuckle, opening the door wider and motioning for you to come in.

"Mike and I came together." You tell him and he nods, "This is for you." You tell him, holding out the large bottle.

"You didn't have to." He smiles, accepting the gift, "Ou! My favorite too." He cheers happily and you lift your brows, thanking Mike when he helps with your jacket before hanging it in the foyer coat closet. "Everyone's in the dining room."

You hold your clutch at your side and follow behind Kurt, Mike and Noah following you, and smile in greeting to the rest of the crew already sitting and standing at the table.

"And she's here!" Mercedes grins, holding a glass of wine up towards you. You laugh softly and wave, accepting a glass of white wine given to you from Sam. "Damn, girl, you are looking fierce." She says and as you swallow a sip. You chose a form fitting long sleeve navy blue dress and white pumps. Your hair in a long high pony tail, tail straightened. Your makeup was a little more smoky this time around and you had to agree, you did look pretty fierce.

"Oh, thank you, I love your necklace." You tell her, looking at the silver pendant. She nods and lightly clinks your glasses together while a laugh catches your attention.

You flip your ponytail over your shoulder and look towards the sound, your breath catching when you see Santana standing beside Quinn and Rachel in a tight red dress cutting off mid-thigh, the back of the dress open down to the small of her back. Her hair was in perfect bouncy waves and bangs falling forwards as she dips her head, biting her tongue as she laughs. You look at her legs, calves toned and smooth, highlighted by the tall black pumps, and bite your lip.


A/N: So a little talk with Brittany's mama. We'll dip a little more into what's going on there in future chapters. Hope you all enjoyed it! ATM I'm writing a chapter that I absolutely love. A lot of Brittana interaction in that one. Shouldn't be to many updates before you get to read it.

Next update...I'll say Tuesday or Wednesday.

-B