Brittany lay on the sofa under the bleachers smoking a joint. She was alone under the bleachers, she assumed her friends were in class. She lay their with one hand behind her head thinking about everything. Memories of the night before came rushing back to her.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT NOT MAKING A NOISE?" Mrs Pierce snapped as she ran over to Brittany's bed and grabbed the girl by her hair, she forced the girl to the floor before kicking her in the stomach.
"I'm s-sorry." Brittany stuttered through a small sob. "Lord Tubbington was lying on the f-floor and I accidently tripped over him."
"It sounded like the ceiling was going to come through." Mrs pierce exaggerated. "I've told a million times about that stupid fat cat! If he's going to constantly get in the way I wont hesitate to throw him out on the streets."
"It wont happen again!" Brittany quickly interrupted. "It was my fault not he's. I'll make sure I'm more careful in the future...I'm so s-sorry for ruining your night mom. Please forgive me."
"You really are pathetic Brittany." She laughed shaking her head at her daughter. Brittany lay on the floor looking up at her mom with pleading eyes. She just wanted her to leave. She hated seeing her mother like this, aggressive angry and mad. It scared her, she knew what the woman was capable off and suddenly she regretted tripping over Lord Tubbington. The older woman knelt down beside her daughter and grabbed her face forcing Brittany to look at her.
"My guests were intrigued to know who was upstairs. After your father and I told them we were alone in the house they became highly suspicious of what the noise was all about. Your father had to tell them that it was just something that must have falling over." Mrs Pierce spoke in a more calmly tone.
"Why are you so ashamed to tell people you have a daughter?" Brittany questioned. She could never understand why from such a young age did her mother tell most people she never had a child.
"Who would want a drug addict for a daughter Brittany?"
"But...you've always acted like this. You've always been ashamed off me since the day I was born." Brittany slowly lowered her head so her eyes were fixed on the white carpet.
"You should be lucky to have us as parents you disrespectful little fuck." Mrs Pierce sharply stood up. "We give you EVERYTHING. We give you whatever you want and yet you still try and communicate with us. You still try to be around us. Everything we give you is so you will get the fuck out of our sight." Mrs Pierce walked to the door and looked back once more. "We bought you that car so you could take road trips, so you could get away. We didn't buy it for decoration on the driveway." She finished and slammed the door behind her.
Brittany picked herself up off the floor and slid into the large double bed. She hugged her pillow and cried herself to sleep.
"You're supposed to be in class." Santana said as she she walked over to the blonde. Santana was dressed smartly as usual. She wore black work trousers and a white blouse with a black blazer and a high pair off heels. She folded her arms as she looked down at the blonde sprawled out on the sofa smoking a joint.
"You kicked me out." Brittany croaked as she took another drag. The blonde didn't look at Santana, her eyes were fixed on the top of the bleachers, she didn't even flinch when she realized her teacher was watching her smoke.
"Yes, I did. Will you to come back to the classroom with me now please?" The latina asked politely.
"Nope, I can't do Spanish." Brittany argued.
"That's why I'm here. To help you." Santana gave Brittany a worried a look. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm always fine, can you leave me alone now?" Brittany stood up and walked towards the table to put her joint down. "How did you even know I was here?" The blonde asked.
"I know you like to come here to take...that stuff."
"And once again I'm guessing you probably haven't said anything to anyone."
"I would really like it if you would let me help you Brittany." Santana gave Brittany a sympathetic look. Brittany hated when people gave her this look. It made her look weak. She couldn't let anyone think she was weak. Being weak meant she was was vulnerable. Brittany's guards came up straight away.
"Why don't you just fuck off? I don't need help, I don't need anything, especially not from you! Brittany snapped. Santana was taken aback by the blondes comment.
"GET TO THE CLASSROOM NOW! I TRY TO BE NICE TO YOU BUT NO. I WONT PUT UP WITH THIS KIND OF ABUSE. NOW MOVE IT!" Santana was fierce. She kept looking at the blonde, her eyes had turned darker and she looked almost cold faced. A side of her had been released that Brittany had wished had stayed hidden. The blonde was stunned, she didn't know what to say because right now she had nothing to say. Santana had went from being a friendly teacher that just wanted to help her, to a cold faced woman in seconds.
Santana turned on her heel and walked away from the blonde. Brittany reluctantly started to follow her teacher when she saw the woman turn her head slightly to see if the blonde was following. Walking back to the classroom Brittany kept her distance from the latina. They both entered the classroom, Santana stood at the front of the class and Brittany took her usual seat at the back next to Puck.
"Sorry about that class, I had to find a student who was truanting. If you want someone to blame as to why you wont be able to learn as much this lesson, blame Brittany Pierce." Santana had a feeling non of the class would blame Brittany. She knew the students in the class were terrified of the blonde but she just felt like saying it to get at Brittany. The blonde rolled her eyes at the latinas comment.
"Did she catch you under the bleachers?" Puck questioned as he moved closer to Brittany. The blonde just nodded her head. "I can't believe she managed to get you back to the classroom. Your so whipped." Puck winked at the blonde. Brittany just tutted and shook her head.
"I hate that woman." Brittany muttered loud enough for only Puck to hear.
"If you hate her...why are you in her classroom?" Puck responded. Brittany didn't know why she was in the latinas classroom. Sure the latina had screamed at her and told her to get to the classroom but since when did Brittany ever listen to anything anyone said to her? The blonde thought for a moment, why did she follow Miss Lopez?
"I was bored, I ran out of drugs so I decided to come here." The blonde lied. She hadn't ran out of drugs of course, she was running low though. She made a note to herself to find Lauren after class and ask her to get some more. Puck just nodded his head.
"Miss Pierce, before I forget will you stay behind after class for a couple of minutes please?" The latina questioned. Brittany stared at Santana giving her a look as if to say, what the hell do you want now? The blonde didn't reply, she just kept looking at her teacher. Santana took this as a yes.
A while later the bell rang, the rest of the students cleared out of the classroom leaving Brittany and Santana alone. Brittany stood up from her desk and walked to the front of the classroom.
"What do you want?" The blonde asked in a unpleasant tone of voice. Santana just looked at her for a few moments before replying.
"Mandatory tutoring after school until I'm convinced you are taking this class seriously and actually learning something." Brittany's eyes widened at the latinas comment.
"I c-cant." The blonde stuttered. "I have Glee club after school." Santana looked at the blonde in surprise, she would never have guessed a girl like Brittany Pierce would be in Glee club.
"Your in Glee club...seriously?" The latina was some what unconvinced.
"Yes...I've been a part of the club since the start of freshman year." Brittany replied.
"Well I'll have a word with Mr Schuester, I'll tell him that I need you here. I'm sure he will understand after all school work comes first." Santana started clearing her desk getting ready for her next lesson.
"NO!" Brittany shouted startling Santana. "I-I don't want tutoring, I wont do it."
"You will do it Brittany. You have to, its mandatory." Brittany gasped, she couldn't believe this woman was making her miss Glee club for MORE Spanish. Without saying another word to the latina Brittany stormed out of the classroom.
"I'll see you after school Brittany." The latina shouted as Brittany slammed the door as hard as she possibly could. A smile crept to Santana's face.