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It's been a week since the break-up, and Brittany has yet to get out of her room. She's watched every romantic movie, eaten a ton of Dots, and probably could use a shower and some clean clothes. She doesn't care. Everything sucks. Sam and she were supposed to be engaged and getting ready to move to Harvard. Instead, she is here actively avoiding refreshing her social media pages because she's pretty sure Sam has blocked her on all of them.
"Brittany, I need some help with come choreography that I can't get right and need your help." She hears one of her sorority sisters say through the other side of the door.
"Oh, Honey, didn't you hear? Brittany is not up for helping anyone since what happened last week." She can hear Kurt say.
She rolls her eyes at the romantic scene where the guy tells the girl he wrote her every single day and that he loves her. "He's a liar!"
Not a second later, Tina and Kurt enter the room with a "Marshmallows Only" bag from Lucky Charms.
"Britt, you've got to leave this room. It's been like a week," Tina says.
Brittany looks at her, annoyed.
"Ugh, go away, Tina!" she says as she covers her ears in an attempt to block her out.
Kurt stops her and asks, "What's the one thing that always makes us feel good no matter what?"
Kurt and Tina smile at each other when Brittany smiles at them.
The group of three find themselves at the salon. Kurt and Tina are getting manicures and are chatting it up with the nail technicians. When it is evident that the ladies do not understand, Kurt translates the conversation. It is then that the nail technicians understand the seriousness of what has happened.
Brittany sits on the couch not too far from them, flipping through the only magazines they have available in the salon. She attempts to make small talk with an elderly lady who is getting her hair done. An image on one of the pages catches her attention, causing her to sit up straight. A plan slowly starts to formulate in her head.
"Oh My God. That's it. Do you know who this is?"
"No," the elderly lady says.
"That's Sam Evan's older brother."
"Who?"
Brittany reads, hoping it will be clear. "Third year Yale Law student, Cooper Evans and his fiancee, Francine Fabray, first-year Yale Law. This is the type of girl Sam wants to marry to be taken seriously."
The older woman looks at her incredulously at the picture of the woman. "What? A boring prude?"
Brittany shakes her head, "A law student." she says before standing up and making her way out of the salon as if she had a mission to complete.
"Law school?" Pierce Pierce asks his daughter with a confused face.
"It's a perfectly respectable place, Daddy."
Her father only looks at her with an even more confused look. Brittany shakes her head and looks towards her mom.
"Honey, are you sure? I know you can do it since you're a genius and all, but I thought dance was what you wanted to do. Didn't you say when you transferred out of MIT that you wanted to major in dance so you could dance around the world? Law school is different. You'd be stuck in a boring law firm doing law stuff."
"Dance is fun. Like math, I can still do it when I want. Law is the only way I'm going to get the love of my life back."
"What is law?" Her father asked, sounding more confused than ever.
Brittany smiles at him and doesn't bother explaining. He won't retain the information, and that's okay. After making her decision final, she decides to change topics to something he is very informed about, animal facts.
The next day, she meets up with her advisor. The advisor looks at her with concern as she looks over her transcript. There isn't one class on there that shows Brittany has any law knowledge.
"Harvard Law School?" She asks again, confident that there's a misunderstanding.
"That's right," Brittany says excitedly.
"But that's a top 3 school." The advisor says incredulously.
"Oh, that is not a problem. I have a 4.0 and, as you're probably aware, a genius."
"Yes, I can see that. That is quite an achievement, but apart from your general education classes and the many classes in math and science you have taken at MIT, all of your classes are related to your dance major. Frankly, I don't think Harvard will be too impressed that you aced your class on dance history. What are your back-ups?"
"I don't need a backup. I am going to Harvard." Brittany says without any doubt.
"Okay then," the advisor says, seeing the determination and drive in Brittany. "You're going to need excellent recommendations from your professors, one heck of an admissions essay, and at least a 175 on your LSATs."
Brittany smiles confidently as she nods.
"I scored a perfect score on my SATs. Trust me; I can handle anything."
Upon leaving the advisor's office, Brittany wastes no time and heads towards the student store to buy all the books she can on the LSATs. When she gets to her sorority house, she greets everyone and rushes upstairs to her room. Lord Tubbington barely acknowledges Brittany, who swears she'd left the laptop closed on her bed before closing it and putting it aside so she could sit and begin studying. He meows at her and then moves away from her.
Brittany flips the pages as she reads every word and tries her best to commit it to memory.
She is so engrossed in her book when she hears Tina and Kurt enter her room.
"Britt-britt, what are you doing?" Kurt questions as he looks at the stack of books on her bed.
"Learning about the LSATs," Brittany responds.
Tina and Kurt look at each other, not having a clue what she is talking about.
"The LSATs are an exam. Girls, I am going to Harvard."
Tina and Kurt squeal in excitement. "Roadtrip!" They exclaim happily in unison.
"No, no, no. I'm going to Harvard Law School." Brittany explains.
"Wait-What?" Kurt questions looking at her as if she were an alien.
"Why?" Tina asks, equally confused at what Brittany just said.
"Britt-Britt, I know you're upset that Sam didn't propose, but couldn't you just go to the club and dance to forget him or go on a vacation?"
"Okay. Once Sam sees me as a serious law student, he'll totally want me back. It's a completely brilliant plan!"
"Okay, but isn't law school hard to get into?" Tina asks.
"I've already got some letters of recommendation from my professors, and I recorded my admissions essay. All I need now is to get a 175 on the LSATs."
With that, Tina, Kurt, and her sorority sisters stepped up to the plate to lend Brittany a hand. They helped her read, stay focused, and quizzed her. If she was tempted to go to a party, they reminded her how important getting into Harvard was to her.
On the day she was to take the exam, her outfit was set, and her breakfast was ready. Everyone lined up to wish her good luck. When the test was over, they cheered her on as she got out and threw a big party later that same day.
Now, Brittany is holding Kurt and Tina's hands as they wait for one of the sorority sisters to read the results that just came in. Everyone one of them waits anxiously as the envelope is opened. A smile nearly gives her away.
"180!" the announcer says aloud.
Not a second later, the entire house screams in excitement before they embrace Brittany and begin to celebrate.
Miles away, a room of advisors is watching Brittany's admissions essay. Everyone looks around the room, unsure of what they have just seen.
"She does have a 4.0 from UCLA. She also got a perfect score on her LSATs," some said, breaking the silence.
"A dance major," the dean said.
"Well, sir, we've never had one before, but Brittany is also a certified Genius who very well might be one of the most brilliant minds of the century," another advisor says.
"She scored a perfect SATs score as well, which prompted MIT to give her early admission some years ago. She is credited for creating the Brittany Code."
"Brittany Pierce, welcome to Harvard," The Dean says.
Brittany was all too eager to get packed when she heard the news about her admission into Harvard. So she put in her two weeks at the dance studio where she worked, booked her a ticket in first class, and arranged to have all her belongings to her apartment close to the school in a building where many students stayed. Brittany was excited to have the first step of her plan completed.
Brittany is amongst the first to board the plane, thanks to her first-class seats. She grabs her carry one and lifts it to the compartment above. She gets her eye mask and noise cancellation headphones from her back and tablet just in case she wants some entertainment and puts her bag next to her carry-on in the corresponding space above her seat.
She sits down and gets comfortable, only to hear someone above her.
She inhaled slowly, unintentionally as a wonderfully pleasant smell fills her senses.
"Hey, excuse me. I am in the window seat." Brittany hears.
Brittany looks up to the woman speaking to her, only to be taken back by her beauty. Momentarily, Brittany's words get caught in her throat.
"Are you okay? Do you need me to call help?"
Brittany shakes her head, still unable to find her words. Then, finally, she slowly gets up and lets the beautiful woman access the seat next to her.
Brittany swallows at the smell of her perfume, accompanied by the faint smell of coconut shampoo.
"Okay, you've got to tell me the name of that perfume because it smells amazing."
Brittany was not at all prepped for the beautiful sound of the woman's giggle.
"Chanel No. 5. My name is Santana." The woman says as she extends her hand to Brittany.
Brittany smiles and shakes her hand.
"Brittany, so nice to meet you, Santana."
"Likewise, Brittany."
Once the plane has completed boarding, the stewardess takes orders for the meals for those in first class. Soon, they're up in the air.
About a half-hour into their flight, Brittany, who had been reading the latest Vogue issue, noticed Santana retrieve a folder from her bag that said Hardvard Law.
"You attend Harvard Law?" Brittany asks while pointing to her folder.
Santana nodded, "Yes, I am a third-year."
"That is so cool. I am starting soon. I am starting there, first-year."
"Congratulations. Harvard Law is an excellent school. I'm not just saying that because I attend there," Santana says as she refocuses her attention on her files.
Brittany wants to stop bothering Santana, but she can't help but ask, "Do you have any tips for me as a first-year student?"
Santana squints her eyes as she thinks about her response before she replies, "You're attending Harvard Law. One of the best things you can do is dress the part. If you want to be a lawyer, start dressing up like one. "
"Dress the part," Brittany repeats to herself, "Got it. Thanks!"
Santana only smiles in return.
Brittany slips on her noise-canceling headphones and returns to reading her magazine. It is when the flight stewardess awakens her to eat her meal that she had fallen asleep. It takes her a moment to realize that she had been given a sweater to keep her warm.
Judging by its burgundy color and the word name of the school in big white letters, Santana had been the one to give it to her.
Before she could ask, Santana said, "You looked cold,'" with a smile.
Brittany blushes and thanks Santana before attempting to return it, only to get rejected.
"Keep it. I have plenty of them, and since you're flying out from the west coast, you probably need it more than me. The east coast can get really cold.
"You are too kind. Thank you, Santana."
"It's no problem. I probably won't get to tell you this there so, welcome to Harvard, Brittany."
With a smile, both girls continue to eat their lunch in a comfortable silence. After lunch, Santana had returned to work, and Brittany did not interrupt her