Alright guys here's the new chapter. I'm starting to notice that you don't like all the fights that Brittany's getting into so I promise you this is the last one. REVIEW and let me know what you think of this chapter. I like it even if it was kind of hard to write. We get a deeper look at Brittany's home life and she opens up to quite a few people. Hope you like it and here we go…
At football practice Brittany managed to keep her eyes on the field and away from Santana. Coach Bieste was happy to see Brittany with her head in the game and decided to let them have a small scrimmage match. It was Finn, Puck, David, Azimio, and two other kids that they had intimidated into joining their team and all the other guys went over to Brittany's side.
Even with fewer players Brittany's team still won. The blonde was relentless. She saw an opening and took it. When David started making kissing noises at Santana, Brittany took the first opportunity to tackle him to the ground. She made sure to kick him dead in his junk before hopping back up and walking away. Even with his cup on she had still managed to cause him some form of pain. Her teammates subtly high-five her and openly laughed at the fallen boy.
As she passed Puck she heard him growl, "You and me after school by the dumpsters. If you're not too chicken. Winner gets the rights to Santana." Brittany blood began to boil but she couldn't back down she knew that this was it. Even if Santana didn't like it, Brittany had to fight to protect her woman. She didn't like thinking of Santana as property but she couldn't let Puck get his slimy hands on her.
She nodded and went back to the game.
After scrimmage they were dismissed and went into the locker room. Brittany was quick to get her things ready and change into her clothes. She wasn't quick enough. Just as she got into the shower she heard the sound of the Cheerios coming into the locker room.
Groaning silently Brittany continued to wash the shampoo out of her hair before grabbing one of the big white fluffy towels and walking out of the shower room and towards the locker room.
The room was full of cheerleaders changing and talking animatedly with one another. Only one wasn't taking part in everyone else's obvious comfort.
"Hi, Brittany," some of the girl's said as they passed the blonde heading for the shower room. Brittany nodded in acknowledgement to each girl in turn. Mentally preparing herself she went over to her locker and opened it completely ignoring the Latina next to her. She pulled out her jeans and V-Neck shirt.
She went to the bench and began to put them on. She shoved her football equipment away and walked out, barely catching the word that the Latina whispered after her. 'Bye'.
Brittany's heart broke in that moment and she forced her way out the doors and towards the bleachers. She wasn't going to class today. Especially not third period. She just planned on getting high with Quinn and waiting till Glee club since that was mandatory.
She still had no idea what her mother was going to do once she got the call but Brittany was ready for anything.
She found the pink haired girl under the bleachers with a new addition. Rachel sat with her with a handkerchief covering her nose and mouth. She was glaring at the pink haired girl but Quinn was too stoned to take any notice.
Walking over Brittany snatched the joint from her baked friend and took a long drag. She needed to get high immediately.
"I thought you didn't smoke anymore 'cause of your football thingy," Quinn said staring at the blonde girl cross-eyed. Brittany shrugged and pulled from the blunt again.
"Fuck it," she growled and passed the joint over to Quinn. The pink haired girl gave her a goofy smile and took a drag as well. They sat there in silence enjoying their high and passing the weed back and forth across Rachel who made a face every time the smoke came within her radius.
The late bell rang and the short brunette jumped up bid Quinn a good day and racing back into the school. Brittany watched her leave with a curious expression.
"She doesn't make you walk her to class or carry her books?" She asked Quinn who was staring intently at her hands.
"No. We don't have one of those kinds of relationships. She comes to me most of the time and I love it but she doesn't make me do anything. She doesn't tell me to stop doing the things I love either even if she doesn't like them. Rachel's actually pretty cool once you get to know her."
Brittany leaned back and thought about that. Sure, Santana had never forced her to do anything and Brittany did love walking the brunette to class and kissing her in front of everyone. She really liked to do that in front of Puck. But what Santana had said to her was going too far. She already had everyone else in her ear telling her that she wasn't going to become anything and that she was worthless. She didn't need Santana doing the same.
"That's pretty cool," Brittany said in a quiet voice as she pulled her legs up onto the couch and looked out across the small space under the bleachers.
Quinn turned her hazel gaze onto Brittany,
"I know you miss her, B. I can see it. Why don't you go talk to her?" She asked in that calm but sage like voice that always creeped Brittany out.
"She said that she wanted to take a break so we're taking a break. I don't think she wants to see me."
"Well, I heard about your little fight with Puckerman after school and I wonder why she wants to take a break. Brittany, are you trying to end up in jail?" Quinn growled.
The blonde groaned inwardly. Jacob must have posted on his blog already. She shrugged to Quinn's question. She wasn't trying to end up in jail but if that happened than oh well.
"I'm not going to let him anywhere near Santana, Q. After today he's not going to know that he can't have her. She doesn't want him and I'm not going to let him hurt her. Not again."
Quinn stood up than and Brittany didn't bother asking where her pink haired friend was going, she just watched as Quinn disappeared. As soon as she was gone Brittany felt loneliness overtake her.
Quinn stormed through the halls of McKinley intent upon one person. Brittany had never been this hung up over any girl before and Quinn had every intention of seeing that her friend wasn't hurt by her first love. She went straight to Santana's classroom but didn't see the Latina in it so she went to the Cheerio's locker room.
A strange sense of longing and of home overcame her. She had spent three years of her high school career walking down this hallway everyday.
She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind before she got carried away and went straight into the locker room. She heard the sound of someone crying and sighed. Preparing herself, she found Santana sitting on the bench in the back of the locker room holding something.
Quinn got a better look and saw that it was one of Brittany's favorite T-Shirts. The one she had gotten at a Secondhand Serenade concert. They had both gone and Quinn had been surprised by the music. She had expected Brittany to listen to hardcore metal or at least rap. Secondhand Serenade was one of the sappiest/most depressing guy she had ever heard. All of his music was about love.
Clearing her throat she tried not to smirk when the Latina jumped.
Santana wiped at her eyes furiously. "What do you want?" She demanded. Quinn scoffed.
"That's not the way you treat friends, S," Quinn said stepping further into the room. She noticed how red the Latina's face was. She had never seen Santana cry like this. The Latina had always given off the impression that she was strong and no one had ever seen her cry.
"What do you want, Fabray?" She demanded.
Quinn took up the seat next to the Latina.
"I want to talk to you about what's going on with you and Brittany. Why are you two doing this to each other? I can see that it's killing you both." Quinn said her voice quiet.
Santana wiped at her eyes again. "I don't know what you're talking about, Fabray. Brittany clearly wanted this when she told me that she never should have asked me out," Santana growled. The memory of the words hurt her deeply.
"Brittany's an idiot who didn't know what she was saying and is too much of a coward and way too stubborn to come and talk to you. I'm telling you, S, you're going to have to be the one to make the first move. Plus you kind of owe Brittany. You did pretty much call her worthless and that she wasn't going to amount to much."
Santana realized that Quinn was absolutely right. She had pretty much called a Lima Loser. With her mother already calling her a bitch and a whore Santana could understand why Brittany had reacted the way she had.
Rubbing her eyes she looked over at the pink haired girl. She saw understanding and sympathy in the taller girl's eyes.
Getting up from the seat Santana nodded and gave the badass a hug before rushing out of the locker room and through the halls of McKinley. She couldn't find Brittany anywhere so she started walking for the choir room.
She couldn't describe what told her to go that way but she did and what she saw made her blood boil.
Brittany was leaning against the door to the choir room with a girl in front of her leaning towards Brittany with the big doe eyes that Santana was suppose to be giving the blonde. She was looking at Brittany with lust filled gaze and Santana recognized her by her Cheerio's uniform.
She didn't know what happened next. One minute she was standing there glaring at the two and the next she was walking forward and taking a firm hold of Brittany's face, kissing the girl. She felt Brittany tense up but soon the blonde's hands were on her waist pulling her forward while Santana ran her fingers through Brittany's long beautiful locks. Their tongues collided and they swallowed each other's moans.
The bell rang but they both ignored it. Santana pressed closer to Brittany. She never wanted the kiss to end, but they had to breath,
Brittany pulled back but Santana tried to follow. She didn't care if she died from lack of oxygen to her brain. She didn't want to face what was coming next. The blonde moved her mouth out of reach of the brunette and stared down at Santana. A mixture of emotions shinning in her eyes.
Leaning forward Santana took Brittany's face into her hands.
Brittany jerked away from the touch.
"I don't want you hurting me Santana," she growled, her eyes looking anywhere but at the Latina. Santana heard the break in Brittany's voice and knew that the taller girl was hurting, deeply.
She didn't know how to respond to that. She knew that saying that she would never hurt Brittany again was pointless. So, she grabbed hold of Brittany's face and made the blonde looked down at her.
"I promise you that I'm going to prove to you that I still love you and that we were meant for each other."
With those words the Latina turned and raced down the hallway towards her class. Brittany ran her fingers through her hair and walked off aimlessly. She must have taken a pretty strong hit.
Running her fingers through her hair she felt herself being pulled into an empty classroom. She looked down and found a very pissed off Rachel Berry standing before her. She looked down at the brunette as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Brittany.
"What do want, Berry?" Brittany demanded in stern voice. Rachel rolled her eyes and continued to glare up at the blonde.
Brittany sighed and began to make her way towards the door when Rachel pushed her back into place. The blonde was surprised by this sudden act of violence. The petite brunette almost never lashed out at anyone. Even though Brittany wouldn't think twice beating any guy that tried to push her, she would never hit a girl. Especially not someone as small as Rachel.
"I want to know what's going on with you and Santana since Quinn won't tell me."
Brittany was at least thankful that her friend wasn't going around spilling her secrets to everyone. Otherwise, they would have been the top of Jacob's blog spot. Well, Brittany was going to be by the end of the day.
She glared down at the small brunette. She was short. Even shorter than Santana.
"Why in the hell would I tell you, Hobbit?" Brittany growled back crossing her own arms over her chest.
Rachel bravely stepped forward and glared up at the blonde. "I'm not scared of you, Brittany. I can see you for exactly what you are."
The blonde ignored the worried feeling growing inside of her and raised an eyebrow to the brunette. "Oh, really and what am I?"
"A scared girl. Who was hurt and feels like she can't open up to the world because she no longer trust it. I can see that in you, Brittany. You feel worthless most of the time. Probably because someone spent a great deal of time telling you that you were. You feel like you're not good enough for Santana and that she might not have said yes to you if you're reputation wasn't as high as it is. Finally you feel like you're not going to amount to anything after graduation. You feel like you're going to be stuck in this town and you don't want to drag Santana down with you." Rachel's voice grew softer, "What I want to know is, who? Who hurt you to the point where you hardly trust anyone? Where you feel all these things and you refuse to let anyone in."
Brittany felt tears well up in her eyes as Rachel hit the hammer to the nail. How had the little dwarf guessed exactly how Brittany felt?
"How exactly would you know all this, midget?" Brittany growled as she fought back tears. Rachel stepped forward, unfolding her arms she placed a hand to Brittany's upper arm muscle.
She looked deep into a pair of hurting blue eyes. "I know this because I can see your pain, Brittany. No matter how much you try to hide it. I can see that you are hurting deep down inside but I can also see how happy Santana makes you and how you're lost without her. I want to help you, but you have to tell what happened."
The blonde looked down at the smaller girl seeing how genuine Rachel was being she launched into her long story and the brunette just sat there listening. She told the girl everything. From the moment she had first taken an interest in the Latina up until their current fight and the make out session in the hallway. She pretty much told the brunette her whole life story. She hadn't even done that for Santana. Quinn already knew her life story since they had practically grown up together.
She told Rachel all about her father being a no good dead beat who only appeared to ask for money from her. She told Rachel about her mother's abuse and how it had started after her father had left. She told Rachel about how she would take all the abuse again in a heartbeat if it meant that Emily was safe another day.
At the end of her story the smaller girl did something that Brittany never would have imagined her doing. She hugged Brittany tightly. The taller girl felt tears soaking into her shirt and she held onto Rachel just so the girl wouldn't sink to her knees in sorrow. They stood there for a while before Rachel pulled back and looked up at Brittany. She wiped her eyes and put on a determined face.
"I'm going to help you get her back. Don't worry, Brittany, I've a plan." With those words the brunette disappeared out the door as the bell rang.
At the end of the day Brittany sat in the choir room away from everyone else. She was staring at nothing as everyone else chattered animatedly about Regionals coming up. Since Brittany had joined the club at the beginning of the year she had already missed Sectionals. Rachel of course leading them with a solo.
Mr. Shue walked in and his eyes landed on the blonde sitting in the corner but she didn't acknowledge him and continued to ignore everyone in the room. After her little breakthrough with Rachel in the empty classroom, Brittany had become even more distant. She had spent the rest of the day under the bleachers, sleeping on the couch. Only coming out when the last bell had rung and it was time to make her appearance at Glee club.
"As you guys all know. Regionals is next weekend and we need to discuss out set list." It seemed like that was all they ever talked about in this stupid club.
"Now, I think we all know that our best chance of winning rest with Rachel and…um, yes, Rachel. You want to contribute something?"
The small girl walked to the front of the room and folded down her skirt smoothly and looked at her fellow Glee club members. She smiled brightly but noticed the blonde in the corner still wasn't paying attention.
"I would like to give Finn and my solo to Santana and Brittany," she said in a bright chipper voice. Everyone just stared blankly at the small girl. Kurt and Mercedes' jaws were on the ground with Rachel's statement. They all knew that the diva would rather cut off her arms and legs than give up a solo.
Even Mr. Shue looked a little confused.
"Rachel, are you sure you want to do this?" Mr. Shue asked. He knew how the little diva got whenever someone tried to take her solo. The short girl looked up at her teacher with a glint in her eyes and nodded.
"I'm positive, Mr. Shue."
The curly haired man looked over at the equally shocked girls. Santana and Brittany still avoided eye contact and didn't comment. He shrugged and went back to talking about the other songs they could do. He decided to let the two girls have full range over their song selection. Sure that Rachel would intervene if it became too inappropriate.
As the last bell rang Brittany and Puck were the first ones out of the choir room. They made their way towards the dumpsters. She threw her bag off to the side and tossed her jacket over it. She didn't want to get Puck's blood all over it when she beat the shit out of him.
Large crowds of students had already gathered around there and were waiting for the two delinquents to get out of Glee club so the show could begin.
Brittany threw her hands up and got ready with Puck standing on the opposite side of the makeshift circle. She glared at him and beckoned him forward. He glared at her and lunged swinging out. She dodged his attempt and knocked him in the face with her elbow.
He groaned and stumbled back. The crowd started cheering and egging them on. They pushed back into the circle towards Brittany.
There was a wild look in his as he came at her again. His second swing caught her in the stomach and she doubled over clutching her midsection. He came forward again, but she rolled to the side and caught his legs out from under him, making the bigger guy fall to the ground.
She jumped on top of him ready to swing at his face, but Puck was ready for her and he swung upwards with his hips making Brittany go flying into the dumpsters. Her head hit it with a loud thud and she groaned clutching her scalp. It came away red.
Growling in frustration. She lunged forward and grabbed Puck around the waist she used enough force to make him hit the ground so that the air was knocked out of him. She got ready to start punching every inch of him when a pair of arms came around her waist and pulled her away.
"Show's over," Mr. Shue growled, "Clear out." He sounded pissed off.
He had a firm hold of Brittany's arm as he led her back to the now deserted choir room. Brittany shook loose of Mr. Shue's grip and walked further into the room as the curly haired teacher stormed around.
"What the hell is your problem, Pierce? Do you want to get expelled?" He yelled. That was the first time he had cursed at her or used her last name. She could tell that he was pissed off, but she couldn't care less.
"I don't care!" She yelled back.
"Well, you damn well should!"
That broke Brittany. Kicking out at the piano bench chair she turned to the man.
"I'm nothing!" She yelled.
"Don't you get it? I'm nothing! I'm the school joke! A failure!"
Mr. Shue was silent, as Brittany got right in his face.
"You don't know what it's like to feel worthless! Where nothing you do matters! I feel that way everyday of my life! Every damn day!"
He still stood there silent.
"Do you know how many of the football games or the concerts that my mom's been to in my entire life? None! Not one!" She continued to yell.
"My dad's been gone since I was six! Which is fine because all he wants is money and to tell me that I'm garbage! And he must be really proud of himself because that's exactly how I turned out!"
Brittany stood there with her chest heaving. Tears were brimming in her eyes as she looked at her teacher. Mr. Shue was staring at her with pity in his eyes and that sent Brittany over the edge. She turned away, rubbing at her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, trying to stop the tears that were spilling over. Mr. Shue stepped forward and pulled the girl into his arms.
"It's okay," he replied.
"I'm sorry," Brittany sobbed clinging to Mr. Shue.
He held onto her tighter as Brittany broke down as the tears ran down her face.
"You know you put on this big show so that everyone thinks you're tough, but it's okay to show a little weakness at times, Brittany," he said as she managed to stop sobbing so loudly.
She pulled back and looked at him and saw understanding there. She nodded and wiped her face.
"You okay?" He asked. She nodded again and he handed her, her jacket and backpack that he had picked up as they walked inside. She accepted them with a weak smile.
"Try not to beat Puck up anymore. I don't think his pride can handle anymore abuse," Mr. Shue said before leaving the classroom.
She made her way to her car pulling her keys out. She only managed to get it in the door when she felt someone behind her.
"Always could stand up to everyone else. Couldn't you, Brittany?"
That voice made Brittany freeze. She had hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with this today. Looked like the odds weren't in her favor.
"You even tried that on me, didn't you?"
She turned around and came face to face with her mother. The woman was completely sober though. Brittany couldn't help the surprise that was probably evident on her face. She had never seen her mother like this. She was only sober when she was at work, but as soon as she touched the front door she already had a half empty bottle in her hand and was swaying unevenly on her feet.
She stared at the woman. Brittany didn't know what to say.
"I know that you probably don't want to see me right now, Brittany, but you need to know that I miss you and Emily a lot. The house is so empty without you two."
"You mean you don't have anymore punching bags," Brittany growled.
The older woman looked down ashamed. Brittany felt no sympathy for her. She kept her glare firm as she looked down at her mother.
"I realize that I haven't been fair with you in the past, Brittany, but I'm ready to change. I'm taking classes to help with the anger and the…drinking," she said softly. Brittany thought that her mother was putting their situation lightly.
She was impressed that this woman claimed to be making an improvement. She stared down at her mother. She already knew that there was no way she was letting Emily back in that mad house. She was going to keep her sister as far away from it as possible. She was going to make sure of that. Even if she didn't go to college and just ended up working with Burt. She would still take care of her sister.
"It's a real shame that it took you eighteen years to realize just how much you need us. The bigger shame is that I learned that people like you couldn't stay changed. Sooner or later you're going to go back to your ways. It may be when I leave but I'm not going to let you hurt Emily ever again."
Julia looked up at her daughter. Brittany was glaring at her with a fire burning deep in her eyes. Brittany had changed she could see that now. The girl that had taken the hits for her sister and never standing up for herself was gone. Replaced with this new woman who wasn't going to take anyone's bullshit. She wasn't going to let her mother push her around anymore.
"I know that you have no reason to forgive me, Brittany, but don't keep me away from my daughter," Julia said in a small voice. Brittany's hands were balled up into fist.
"Didn't I make it clear to you before? I'm not going to let you anywhere near Emily. She's too nice and too innocent to be corrupted by someone like you. You need to leave her alone, because as long as there is still breath in my body I'm not going to let you near her," Brittany growled, taking a menacing step forward.
Julia cowered away from her daughter and her new attitude. She could see that the blonde wasn't budging in her argument and nodded to her daughter before walking back to her car.
As soon as she had walked away Brittany let off a breath that she hadn't realized she was holding. She fell back against her car. Rubbing a hand across her face she took a few minutes to gather herself before getting into the vehicle and driving off.
What she hadn't noticed was the Latina sitting in her shiny red car watching the whole thing from a few meters away. Santana knew exactly what she was going to do as she put her car into drive and took off for her house.
I know I know! I totally stole Puck's story line. But I think that the way Mark played it out in that scene in the locker room totally fit with this story. I couldn't have expressed it any better than he did.
I'll update soon.
I figure that I've got maybe two or three more chapters for this story. Don't wanna make it too long and boring.
Next chapter will be pretty much all fluff and maybe a little sexy time.
Thank you for everyone who hung in there despite all the drama and mistakes on my part.
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