Hey Gleeks! I feel that now would be a good time to tell you that my chapters might not always be in the right time frame because I write the chapters in advance. Hope it's not too big a deal, it's just cause I write a chapter, and then another episode comes out before I post it and blah, blah, blah. Anyways, o in this chapter, Brittany considers dropping out of school. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the epicness that is Glee.

Brittany

"I just don't get it," I said, shoving my math book away from me.

"Brittany, it's really not that hard, two negatives always make a positive. All you have to do is add the numbers together," Quinn explained.

"But it doesn't make any sense!" I said. What's a noggitive?"

"It's called a negative." She said.

I took a deep breathe. "Can we take a break now? All this math is making my brain hurt."

Quinn sighed. "I guess so," she said, defeated.

I smiled and stood up. "Thanks Quinny," I said, dancing out of the room. I don't like math. I'd much rather be doing Cheerios stuff all day. I would do anything to not have to go through math class any more. I find school stuff confusing.

***

"Gosh you've got such beautiful hair darling," My hair dresser Darlene said as she ran her fingers through my golden locks.

I smiled. "Thanks. I use Head and Arms."

"You mean Head and Shoulders?" She asked.

"No, it makes my skin go red when I put it on my shoulders," I said. "So I use Sheer Blond on my hair and that other stuff on my arms."

She looked confused. "Anyway, you seem to know a lot about hair care, have you ever considered a job as a hair stylist? It pays well and you don't even need your high school diploma."

I thought about that for a moment. Like, I could leave high school now? "I don't know; do I have to use noggitives?" I asked. "Cause I'm not too good at those."

"Honey, I don't even know what a noggitive is," She said, handing me a folded up piece of paper. "You'd have to take a special class of course. But, in a small town like this, people don't expect much from their hair dressers, so you more just need to know the basics."

I thought about that. Go to school, or having fun cutting hair… Yep! Hair styling sounded better! Most people might say that my quick-thinking decision making stupid, but the truth is, I find decisions confusing, and the more I think about them, the more confused I get.

So it wasn't hard for me, I was gonna learn to style hair. School was too boring.

***

"Mr. Schue, what's a Given name?" I asked during Glee practice.

"That's your first name Brittany," He said.

"Why?" Quinn asked, leaning over to see the papers I was filling out.

I pulled them away. "Mr. Schue, can you still be in our school's Glee Club if you don't go to our school?" I asked.

"Umm, I don't think so," He replied.

"Brittany, what's this all about?" Santana asked. Quinn grabbed the papers out of my hands.

"Hey!" I yelled.

Quinn stared at the papers for a moment. "Drop out forms?" She asked. "Brittany, you can't drop out of school!" She said angrily.

"Why not I asked. "I have a job already set up for me. I'm gonna be a hair dresser."

"Brittany, you don't know the first thing about cutting hair," Santana said.

"That's why I'm dropping out. I'm gonna take daytime courses. My hairdresser said that in small towns like these, I only really need to know the basics," I explained.

"Brittany, you've never said that you wanted to be a hairdresser before, what's this all about?" Mr. Schue said.

"That's my business," I said, grabbing my papers back from Quinn. "If you guys aren't gonna be supportive, then just stay out of it," I said as I straitened out my skirt and stormed out of the room.

***

"Hey, it's Brittany, leave a message."

"Hey Brit, It's Quinn. You said you weren't leaving for another few weeks. Where are you?" Beep.

"Hey Brittany, It's me, Santana. Where'd you go? You haven't even dropped out yet. Please call back, I just wanna talk." Beep.

"Brittany? You there? Call me back, I'm worried about you." Beep.

"What rock are you hiding under? Care to see the day light anytime soon?" Beep.

"Hello Brittany, It's Mr. Schue. Are you coming back? The Glee kids miss you." Beep.

I sighed. I'd been moping around at home for almost a week. I would have to go back to school eventually, I had to drop off my forms.

Why did my friends care so much? It's not like I would never see them again, I would still hang with them around town.

I'd thought for a long time about Mr. Schue's question, but I honestly couldn't think of an answer. Why did I want to be a hairdresser? Did I even like cutting hair? I'd never tried.

It was ten thirty a.m. School would start in an hour. I pulled a brush through my long blond hair and put on my Cheerios uniform. School was gonna be hard today.

"Hey guys," I said as I walked into Glee practice. They all looked up and gasped. Within a minute I was smothered with hugs.

"So, are you coming back?" Quinn asked. She looked truly hopeful.

All of a sudden, everything changed. It was almost as if everyone froze for a second. I looked around the room. Everyone looked so happy to see me, and hopeful that I would answer yes.

Did I really want to be a hair dresser, or was it simply because I didn't want to do math class? I was so confused. I did the only thing that I knew would stop everyone from making this harder.

"Stop!" I screamed. Everyone backed away and I collapsed into a chair behind me, sobbing loudly.

Everyone crouched own next to me, offering words of sympathy, but nothing came through. "You guys just don't get it." I said through the tears. "School is hard for me. This is my chance to do something else."

"Is that what this is all about Brittany? You don't wanna have to go to school anymore?" Quinn asked.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks. "This is my only chance to not feel stupid."

"You're not stupid Brittany," Kurt said reassuringly. "You just need some study help."

"But what about noggetives?" I asked.

Quinn laughed. "Negatives are easy. I'll help you with them."

I looked around at everyone. "You guys really care that much about me?"

"Of course we do Brittany. This is Glee club, we're like a family." Artie said, taking Tina by the hand. They were a cute couple.

"Oh, I love you guys," I said, reaching out for a big group hug.

"So you're staying?" Rachel asked.

"No,"

Everyone gasped.

"Just kidding," I said.

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P.S. Super Sorry for the wait! My laptop crashed.

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