Ok, so I just want you guys to know that I started a new fic. But, this fic is my first baby which means it's my first priority. I WILL finish this one, because I've thought of the most awsomest sequel to go with it. I don't know how many chapters are left in this story. But, I know how I want to end it. Ok so with that being said. You guys should check out my new story if you haven't and enjoy this chapter. It focuses on Brittany's past. Sorry, but there's no Santana in this chapter. There will be a lot of Santana in the next chapter though.

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I just nod my head again, as we pulled out of my driveway leaving Santana and those stupid memories behind.

"So Britts, are you nervous?" Rachel asked as she took her seat next to me.

I lifted my head up from the airplane window and gave a slight nod. "Just a little… I mean I haven't visited them since…" She looked at me sympathetically and put her hand on my shoulder. "Well, you know, and I don't know if I'm ready to see them yet… Is it too late for us to just go back to LA?"

She let out a light chuckle and nodded her head. "Yea it's just a little too late. I mean we're nearly half way to Lima by now, and you don't have to visit them right away. I mean we'll be there for a week, so you have seven whole days to get the lady balls to go see them." I gave her a nervous nod. "Hey, I could even go with you!"

"Maybe… but I really want to try and visit them at least once by myself. I think I need to apologize for all the years I let go by without going to see them." Rachel nodded understandingly.

"Ok, I understand." She replied. There was a short silence as the plane gently swayed up and down. "Hey, do you think Mercedes still live next door to you old house?" Rachel squealed with a sudden burst of excitement.

I just shrugged my shoulders, I wasn't in the mood for some catching up party. I placed my head back on the window as my thoughts drifted off to Santana. Why is it that when I finally fall for someone they are the wrong someone? I mean after everything that happened with my parents I made it my priority to not become close to anyone, with the exception of Rachel. But, when I finally let someone else in besides Rachel, I get screwed over… I thought she was different.

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"So how does it feel to be back in your old neighborhood?" Rachel asked cheerily.

I just shrugged as the cab came to a stop in front of my old house. Rachel swung the door open and hopped out immediately. But, I couldn't be as excited as she was. It's true that I grew up in California, but my parents kept their house here in Lima. We would come here every summer before everything happened.

I looked at the house up and down about three times before I finally unbuckled my seatbelt. But I still couldn't find it in myself to open the door. I know my parents aren't in there. So why is it so hard… already?

"Ahem, excuse me miss." The cab driver said. "Do you need me to take you anywhere else?"

I snapped my attention to him before nervously shaking my head no. "I… uh… thanks-"

"Britt, come on! Let's get inside and get unpacked. I want to go next door and see if Mercedes still lives there." Rachel said as she swung the cab door open and grabbed my arm pulling me out of the car.

"Excuse me, but you forgot to pay." The man said.

"Oh…" Rachel said reaching into her purse. "Here you go, just keep the change." She practically threw the money at him and pulled me up to the front door of the house. With every step I could feel my heart beat grow faster. I don't think I can do this.

"So, where's the spare hidden?"

I can't do this. I can't go in there. I can't be surrounded by their things. "Rachel I can't. I can't do this… it… it just doesn't feel right."

"What doesn't feel right? What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about… I just… I just don't feel welcome here anymore."

"Aw, Britt, you shouldn't feel that way. I mean this is your home, after all."

"No, this isn't my home. I'm not welcome here anymore... I want to stay at a hotel."

"What? But, what if somebody recognizes you?"

"Let's just go. I don't feel comfortable here."

Rachel slumped her shoulders in disappointment before she reluctantly pulled out her cellphone to call the cab services again. I know that she really missed this place, and she was really excited to stay here, but I just can't do it… not yet.

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Rachel was right, staying at a hotel probably wasn't the best idea. As soon as I walked through the door I was bombarded with fans trying to get my autograph, take pictures with me, and find out about my love life with Santana. They were also curious as to why I was in Lima in the first place. But, I avoided as many questions as I could. Telling my fans about my personal life is basically the same as telling the media, either way things wouldn't end good.

So I just gave safe answers like 'Santana and I are fine' or 'I grew up here, and I just came back for a visit'. But I've been here in Lima for four days now and the excitement has seemed to die down. People just smile and wave when they see me. I haven't really gotten anything done besides moping around in my hotel room. Rachel has been trying to encourage me to go visit my parents, but she's only making me more nervous about it.

Speaking of Rachel, where is she? I lifted my head up off of my pillow. "Rache? Hello?" No answer. So I got up and walked into the kitchen area of our suite. She wasn't in there. I was about to turn around when a folded up piece of paper caught my eye. I looked at it for a moment before I picked it up and unfolded it.

You were still asleep when I woke up, so I let you sleep. But, I've gone out with Mercedes. She says she wants to see you sometime before we leave. We'll be at her house if you want to swing by today. Oh, and by the way she still lives next door to your old house. I would tell you to call me and let me know what you're going to do, but you left your phone at home, so if you don't show up I'll just tell her you were busy or something.

-Rachel

I folded the piece of paper back up and threw it back on the table. I haven't done anything since I've been here. Like, I've literally done nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. I only have three more days and then I go back. Maybe I should just hang out with Rachel and Mercedes today and then visit my parents tomorrow. Yea, that sounds good.

With that in mind I got dressed and called the cab service. As soon as I stepped out the cab arrived. Perfect timing. I smiled at the driver while opening the back door and slipping into the car. I gave him the address, and soon after we were making our back into my old neighborhood.

"Thank you for tuning into the most popular radio station in all of Ohio. Next we'll have Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars."

My eyes widen at the song choice. Is this the universe trying to mess with me? Kick me while I'm down? I didn't want to listen to that song. One, because that was the song that Santana sang to me, and two, Bruno Mars didn't sound nearly as good as Santana did when she sung it.

"Excuse me sir…" I tap the driver politely. "Could you change the station?"

He did a double take when he glanced at me through the rear view mirror. "Hey! You're Brittany Pierce! I didn't even realize that I was driving around a celebrity."

I nodded my head and offered him a half smile as I heard the sound of Bruno Mars beginning to sing. "Yea, that's me… now could you please change the station?"

"Oh, yea, sure no problem. But, I thought most young women liked that song." He said as he flicked through the stations. "I mean doesn't every woman want to hear that she's perfect just the way she is?"

"Uh, it's not that I don't like the song… it's just… I don't know… I guess I just don't want to listen to it."

"I understand." He said while smiling at me through the mirror. "Hey, would it be too much to ask to get an autograph and picture when we get to your friend's house?" He asked with hopeful eyes. "I won't even charge you for the ride."

I let out a light chuckle. "No, that's not too much to ask for at all, and I can't take a free ride. That just wouldn't be right."

"No, I insist. Please don't argue with me." I looked at him through the mirror before nodding my head. Who was I to argue with someone who wanted to give me something for free? "My name's Eugene, by the way."

"Ok, Eugene, thanks for offering me a free ride." He just smiled and nodded his head. We fell back into a comfortable silence as the radio played.

"But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough. No you didn't have to stoop so low. Have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don't need that though. Now you're just somebody that I used to know."

I felt a surge or guilt and hurt flow through my body. Guilty, because even though Santana and I are in a rough spot right now, maybe I should have told her where I was going she's probably worried. Hurt, because I'm not sure what's going to happen with us when I get back to LA… Will she end up being somebody that I used to know? Or will-

"So, what brings you all the way to Lima?" Eugene asked out of nowhere.

"Hm?"

"I mean, what's a big superstar like you doing in a small town like this?"

"Oh, well… I uh, grew up here… So I'm just visiting."

"Really? I thought you grew up in California?"

"How, did you know that?" I squinted my eyes at him through the mirror.

He shifted uncomfortably in seat before he cleared his throat. "It's not like I read your Wikipedia or anything like that."

I had to laugh at that. "It's ok, that's what Wikipedia is there for, and I did, but I was born here in Lima. We moved to California when I was like one. But, my parents kept our home here and we would come every summer. So I kind of grew up in two places."

"Oh, that's nice. So are you here to visit them?"

I took a huge gulp and nodded my head.

"Can I ask why your girlfriend isn't with you?"

"She um… uh… she was busy, so she couldn't make it." I lied.

He just chuckled and shook his head. "I guess that's the only downfall about being a celebrity. You don't have as much time to spend with the ones you love from the busy schedules." He said as the car began to slow down. "Well it looks like we're here."

"I'll go get my friend so that she can take our picture. Ok?"

He nodded his head. "Ok. I'll find a pen and some paper for you to write on."

I nodded as I headed up to Mercedes doorsteps and knocked on the door. I waited for about a good five seconds before the door swung open and I was being pulled into a bear hug. "Brittany!" Mercedes squealed. "I haven't seen you in forever, well besides on the front cover of magazines and on my TV."

"It's nice to see you too, but someone's waiting on me. Will you do me a favor?"

She let go of me before taking a glance at Eugene and then back to me. "Why hasn't your cab driver left?"

"I need you to take a picture of us."

She cocked up an eyebrow in confusion.

"He asked for my autograph and a picture. So could you just take the picture for us, or call Rachel out to take the picture?"

"Oh, no it's fine I can do it." Mercedes said as she walked past me.

Eugene handed her, his phone and she took a few pictures for us. I signed his notepad and his shirt before we finally said our goodbyes and he left.

"So, where's Rachel?" I asked as we made our way up to the porch.

"She's in the den watching TV, I think." I nod my head before attempting to walk inside, but Mercedes grabbed my arm before I could go in. "What's going on with you?"

I looked at her confusingly. Did Rachel tell her something? "W-what are you talking about?"

"Brittany, don't give me that dumb blonde act. You know what I'm talking about. You haven't been around since everything happened with your parents, now all of a sudden you show up, and I have taken notice to the fact that your house is right next door to mine, but yet you choose to stay in hotel. So what's going on with you?" She asked again.

"Nothing, and that's not my house… can we just go in?" Besides Rachel, Mercedes knew everything about what happened, but only because she lived right next door to us. I wouldn't consider Mercedes my friend… anymore, because it's just been too long.

She looked at me for a while. "Ok, but I know something's up. I can't make you tell me, but if you decide you want to talk about it, then I'm here."

"Yea, I'll keep that in mind… can we go in now?"

"Right this way." She said while motioning towards the front door.

I had to smile as I stepped in. "This place hasn't changed a bit."

"Yea, well mama always said if it ain't broke-"

"don't fix it." I finished. "Yea, your mom always said that. Where is she anyway?"

"Her and my dad, are one vacation right now. They went to Fiji. I'm just here housesitting until they get back, then I'm heading back to New York."

"Wait, so you don't live here? And New York?"

She chuckled a little at me. "No, Brittany, I don't live here. I'm an adult I couldn't stay with my parents forever. And yes, New York, if you would have visited the summer after everything that happened I would've told you how I got accepted into Julliard."

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. "No way!" she just nodded. "Cedes that's great!"

"It would have been better if you would've been there with me."

I shook my head at her statement. "You know why I didn't go to Julliard."

"Yea, I know… So do you still dance?"

"No, I haven't danced in forever."

"What? Why? I remember growing up dancing was basically a second nature to you. Every time I would come over to your house during the summer that's all you did or ever wanted to do. So what happened?"

"I don't know. Somewhere along the way I guess I just lost interest." I said while shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh, that's a load of bull. Brittany losing interest in dancing is like saying you don't need milk to go with oreos. It just doesn't make any sense. What's the real reason you stopped dancing?"

"Really? Oreos are totally taste good with or without milk?" I tried to drive the conversation away from my old dancing habits.

"Brittany don't try to avoid my question… Is it because of your parents?" Why is it that everything ultimately boiled back down to them?

"No, it's just I lost interest is all. Can we please talk about the next thing?"

She squinted her eyes at me and scrunched her lips. "Ok, I can't make you tell me… So what's going on with you and Ms. Santana Lopez? She's really pretty."

"Uh… Where's Rachel?"

"So you're just not going to answer any of my questions are you?"

I looked at her for a moment, should I? No. "Rachel?" I yelled out. A few moments later could here footsteps as she got closer.

"Oh, hey you made it."

"Yea, I was kind of bored at the hotel."

"So, now that Britt's here we can all hang out just like old times. Right?" Rachel asked as she looked from me to Mercedes.

"Yea I think that would be a great idea." Mercedes agreed. "Britt? What do you think?"

"No, actually I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not really in the mood for fun. I think I want to go over to my place though."

Rachel snapped her attention to me. "Are you sure?" I nodded my head. "Do you want us to come with you?"

"No, you and Mercedes go hang out, and catch up. I'll be fine."

"Come on Britt, this is my first time seeing you in like seven years. We can go with you next door, because I know something's up, and I don't want you to be over there alone." Mercedes chimed in.

"No, it's-"

"Girl, don't argue with me." She cut me off, and I just nodded my head. Who was I to fight with someone that was trying to be there for me? Besides I think them going with me would be so much more better than going a lone, because what if I get scared or I panic?

"Ok, so shall we head on over next door?" Rachel asked. My eyes switched from the both of them as I gave a small nod. Ok, it's now or never. I can do this.

I felt my palms grow sweaty as we walked outside. My house was right next door, yet it seem like it was miles away. I could hear my heart beat in my ears as we walked up the driveway and onto the porch. I can do this. I walked over to the flower pot beside the door and moved the dirt around until I found my old spare key.

I reached down to pick it up with a trembling hand. Hold yourself together Pierce. What the hell is wrong with you? It's not like your parents are waiting on the other side of the door. So what are you afraid of?

I finally placed the key in the hole, after I missed a few times, and unlocked the door. I was hesitant to open it, because… I'm just that much of a fucking wuss, but Rachel placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

Remembering that I had both Rachel and Mercedes there with me I found the courage to open the door. It took a moment before I stepped in, and everything hit me at once. Pictures of me and my mom and dad, trophies of mine everywhere, our old furniture everything that used to make me happy was in this house. I'm guess that's what I was afraid of. I was afraid of facing my past everything that once made me happy. I was afraid to see all these things again, because I know the two things that made me the happiest weren't going to be there.

I walked deeper into the house looking at everything as if I had never seen the place before. I walked down the hallway, where I saw a pair of my old skates… right where I left them. I passed a few doors before I came to a stop in front of my old room. I eyed the door as if I was waiting on it to open itself before grabbing the knob and pushing it open.

Everything was exactly the same. It was starting to scare me. How you could everything be exactly the same as how I left it? Seven years have gone by, and things are still the same. I flopped down on my old queen sized bed. It even smelled the same. I closed my eyes trying to remember how much I used to love coming back here when I was growing up.

I got up off of my bed and decided to head out of my room. I went down to the last door and pushed it open. I stood in the doorway frozen as I looked into the empty room. I could feel my heart sink. I slowly made my way over to the bed and sat on it. I didn't even know what to think. I looked around for a moment before I decided to lie on my parents' bed. It smelled like them.

I could feel my already sunken heart sink even further as their memories invaded my brain. Silent tears escaped my eyes, as I laid there thinking about them, and how I've been such a terrible daughter by avoiding them. "Mom, daddy I really miss you." I whispered through my sobs. I felt like a defenseless child.

I wanted to visit my parents. I needed to visit them. I miss them so much. After about fifteen minute of lying there crying I finally pulled myself out of their old bed, and made my way back into the living room. Rachel and Mercedes were on the couch facing away from me talking.

"I'm going to go see them." My voice cracked.

They both stopped talking and turned around to face me. "Britt, are you ok?" Rachel asked.

"Have you been crying?"

"I'm fine. I just miss my parents… I'm going to visit them." I said.

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"Can I have ten lilies please?" I asked the lady at the front desk of the flower shop. She nodded and began to pick out the flowers. I watched her as she put them all together. Lilies are my favorite flower. Want to know why, because my daddy said they were my mom's favorite flower, which automatically made them his favorite flower.

So, I love lilies because they love lilies. My mom said that they were going to name me Lily, but Brittany fit me more. But, when my dad saw me for the first time he said I looked like a Brittany so they went with that instead.

"That'll be fifteen dollars."

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I found myself standing on the sidewalk nervously fidgeting with the flowers. They are my parents, they won't be mad at me. Will they? Well, at least they can't be mad at me for that long. I had to reassure myself before walking forward. Ok so what's a good conversation starter? Hey mom hey dad I haven't been to visit in seven years, but I bought you some lilies to make up for all the lost time. That's no-

My thoughts were cut short when I casually glanced up, and I saw them. I thought I was going to be able to hold myself together in their presence, but I couldn't. I immediately felt my tears resurface and my heart didn't even get a chance to sink, it broke before it could do anything else.

"Mom… Dad." I whispered like they could hear me. I clutched the lilies that I had and picked up my pace. "Mom, Dad." I said a little louder, but they didn't reply, they couldn't reply. I slowed when I got closer to them. I didn't know what to do. I was braking at just the sight of them. How could I talk to them if I couldn't even look at them?

I wiped some tears out of my eyes to get a better look at them, but it only made me cry even harder.

Susan Pierce: A loving mother and wife.

John Pierce: A loving father and husband.

I was trying to pull myself together, but I couldn't stop crying. This is why I hadn't come back to visit them in seven years. I couldn't stand the thought of talking to a tombstone instead of my actual parents. They died when I was seventeen years old, it was a drunk driver who took their lives. They were on their way to get me from a late dance rehearsal, but they never made it, the police picked me up instead.

I dropped to my knees in front of them still holding the flowers in my hand. "I… I'm so…. So sorry." I choked out as I buried my face into my hands. "Please, don't… don't be mad at me." It was hard trying to breathe while I was crying so hard. I could barely talk. "L-look I bought you lilies… Mom, I know they were… they were your favorite." I said as I took five lilies in one hand and put them on my mother's grave and I put the other five lilies on my daddy's grave.

"I know… t-that twelve is supposed to be… some kind of magic number, b-because in movies the guy always brings the girl twelve roses… but I only bought ten because… mom you're the eleventh lily and dad you're the twelfth." I said as I wiped my eyes, but the tears just kept coming.

"I know, t-that's a little corny, but I thought I could make you guys laugh… so that you wouldn't be mad at me for not coming to visit you in the past seven years. But, I didn't do it… I didn't do it on purpose. I just… didn't want to see you guys… like this." I buried my face back into my hands. "I am so sorry." I kept crying, and I was trying my hardest to stop, but I couldn't. I just couldn't, so I just kept crying, because the harder I tried to fight it the harder it was from me to stop. So I just let go, I couldn't these kind of things bottled up forever.

"I really didn't mean to stay away." I sniffled. "But, I think… that… you guys would be proud of me… Well, not proud of who… who I've become. B-but proud of what I've done with my life… I'm a big movie star now."

"I-I know you guys probably thought… that I would be a dancer… but I couldn't t-take on that dream without you guys there to support me… I'm sorry if I let you down." I felt a cool breeze start to blow. I felt a familiar feeling of warmth and comfort that I only felt with three people in the entire world. My mom, dad, and Santana.

"But, I like what I do now… so maybe you won't be too mad at me... I even met someone… She's, she's amazing. W-well I thought she was amazing… She lied to me." It felt like the breeze was blowing only around me as the wind seemed to circle my body, making me feel oddly comfortable. It even seemed to quiet some of my crying.

"Our whole relationship was based off of a lie. She said she didn't mean for it to get this far, but it did. She let it get this far… and mom, dad I think… no, I know I'm in love with her… But, I just can't. She was planning on embarrassing me in front of the world." Just then the wind stopped, and it was pure silence, as the words that just left my mouth replayed in my head.

"I can't believe I just said that." The wind began to circle me again. "Wasn't it me who said, I'd be making her life a living hell if she were the one who stole Sam me? So I can't really blame her for wanting to get back at me.I probably would have planned to do something way worse than embarrass her in front of the media… and I probably would have gone through with my plan." I looked from my mom to my dad. "I am such an idiot." I could feel the wind blow a little harder and then continue to circle me.

I could feel a small smile tugging at my lips. Maybe I miss my parents so much to the point that I would believe that they were the cause of this comforting wind, but, I really think it was their way of comforting me since they couldn't do it physically. You can call me crazy, but I think it was them. "I love you guys, so much. I promise I'll visit more often, and maybe I'll bring Santana if she'll have me… She said she wanted to meet you guys."

The breeze continued around me. I took in a deep breath, and sighed. I had to smile at how much better I felt about everything. I finally built up the courage to see my parents, and now I know what I'm going to do about Santana. They always had the answers. "Thanks guys. I love you so, so much. I think I'm going to leave Lima a little early… I have to go fix things with Santana. But, I promise I'll be back soon." The breeze that was circling me seemed to close in on me, it scared me a little at first, but I think it was them just trying to hug me.

"I love you guys, and next time you may get to meet Santana." I got up off the ground and blew them both a kiss. "I love you mom and dad." I took a few steps backwards before I completely turned around and made my way out of the graveyard.

Ok, now I have to go find Rachel to tell her there's been a slight change of plans.

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Ok Brittana is so on! Ok, tell me what you think. Oh, and the piece of the song that played on the radio while Britt was riding in the cab was Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye ft. Kimbra. Blaine sung it with his brother on the last episode. It's a pretty legit song. Ok don't forget to review.