A/N: This is just a Brittana/Glee adaption of Legally Blonde. I watched the movie a couple of years ago and to this day, I couldn't stop thinking of Brittana/Glee in a very similar storyline.
There will be some changes, but for the most part, everything will remain the same.
Brittany has always been focused on her looks. Some might call her fashion choices weird, but she knows she is always on the top of her game. She had, after all, gotten a second interview with Vogue not too long ago for starting a trend that popularized animal print patterns, but today she is making an extra effort to look perfect. Today, she has a big date. In fact, she suspects that Sam, her long-term boyfriend, will propose for her hand in marriage. Both had been going steady since she had transferred from MIT to UCLA to be happier. Yeah, she was discovered to have been a genius, but her passion was dance, so she switched majors when she transferred to MIT. Sam, who majored in Law, asked her out one day, and they had been going steady ever since.
It's been two years, and graduation was right around the corner. Brittany knows Sam has been preparing for his future. All the girls in her sorority house were buzzing with positive energy.
Brittany is applying the finishing touches to her manicure when Lord Tubbington walks up to her with an envelope addressed to her in his
"Lord Tubbington, what's this?" She says as she retrieves it.
The fat cat tries to get back onto her bed where he had previously been. He fails several times before staying on the carpet close to Brittany.
Brittany opens the letter and smiles as she reads the cover, "Oh," she says happily. "Good luck tonight, Bram forever. That's so
Brittany looks at the pictures on her wall. Most of them are of Sam, but some of her friends are there. Finally, she blows a kiss to the biggest one of her future fiancé.
She makes her way out of her room and down the elaborate staircase. She can hear and feel the loud thumping music coming from outside where the pool party is held. She quickly spots Tina and Kurt. Brittany is all smiles as she embraces them. They are all too happy to see her.
"You two are so sweet, but I am not 100% positive it's going to happen tonight."
"Oh, come on, Britt, he just had dinner with his grandmother. You know he's got the rock." Kurt says as they begin to walk.
"Plus, he just flew in. There is no way she could FedEx a ring like that." Tina adds.
"Do you really think?"
"I can't believe you're getting engaged!" Tina says excitedly.
Just like that, Brittany feels her excitement return once again. The three jump and squeal in delight.
Just as quickly as the excitement returned, so did Brittany's worry that she did not have the perfect outfit for such an event.
"You two need to help me choose the perfect outfit. If it's going to happen tonight, I need to make sure I look my best."
At one of the boutiques they go to, Brittany tries dress after dress. She, Tina, and Kurt criticize each dress. They discuss the color, the fabric, and the overall design of each meticulously.
"I think you should go with the black one. It really brings out your eyes." Tina says.
"Are you sure? This needs to be the dress. I am only going to get proposed once. This needs to be perfect."
Kurt shakes his head disapprovingly, "I don't know why you're not going with your signature color." He says, holding up the yellow dress.
"I wear my signature color on other dates. This is the date. A night I will always remember." Brittany says with a pout. She just wants everything to be perfect.
She gasps as a lightbulb goes off in her head.
"I need it to say bridal, but at the same time show that I am not expecting anything."
From a distance, two sales associates observe the scene. The shorter sales associate with triangular eyebrows and a copious amount of gel in his hair to the point where his hair looks like a Lego piece smirks to himself and says, "There is nothing I like more than a dumb blonde with Daddy's plastic. Watch and learn. This is how you upsell and make a killing in commissions."
He takes a dress from last year and rips the sales tag from it.
"Have you seen this dress?" He says, showing them a different red dress. "It just came in yesterday."
Tina and Kurt look at each other as they observe the interaction.
Brittany smiles at the sight of the dress that is presumably the latest fashion.
"Is this a low-viscosity rayon?" Brittany asks as she squints her eyes to read the name on the tag, Blaine?"
"Uy, yes. Of course." Blaine's response.
"Does it have a half-loop top-stitching on the hem?"
"Absolutely. It's one of a kind." Blaine says confidently.
"Hmm," Brittany says, having caught him in a lie.
Kurt and Tina smirk, shaking their heads. Unfortunately, this salesperson chose the wrong person to try to make more money off of.
Brittany gives the dress back. "It's impossible to use s half-loop top-stitching on low-viscosity rayon. It would snag the fabric."
Blaine swallows in shame after being figured out.
"You also didn't just get it in. I saw it in the June issue from Vogue a year ago. If you were trying to sell it all at full price, you picked the wrong girl. Plus, it's hard to understand how you got this job with that ridiculous outfit. I strongly recommend a subscription to GQ."
Kurt and Tina snicker and high-fives her when Blaine walks off, embarrassed to a friend who only laughs at him.
Brittany turns to observe herself in the mirror. She is shifting side to side while examining the blue dress she has on.
"I think I will go with this one. In a few hours, I will be the future Mrs. Evans."
The three squeal excitedly again.
Later that night, Sam pulls up to the house in his sports car. He combs his fingers through his hair as he checks himself out on his rearview mirror, smiling as he does so. Sam knows he's handsome. Confidently, he exits the car and promptly makes his way onto the walkway leading to the door of the sorority house he has been coming to for years now to pick up his girlfriend. Sam pulls the heavy, metal door knocker pulling it thrice before one of the sorority girls opens the door just like they do every single time he arrives. He smugly smiles at her, greeting her before asking his way inside.
She, along with all the other sorority girls who now form a line, smile at him dreamily. He takes off his shades and smiles when he spots Brittany walking down in a beautiful blue dress.
"Wow. You look so beautiful," Sam says as Brittany stands in front of him.
"So do you," Brittany says as she leans in to meet Sam's lips in a slow kiss.
The girls stand there swooning as they observe the greeting, hoping to have what they have one day.
"Let's get out of here," he says onto her face.
Brittany's smile grows, knowing tonight is the night. She can feel it in the air. She watches in a trance as he walks towards the exit.
The sorority girls check him out as Sam passes them. They wish her luck, give her a mint, and spray a bit of perfume in the air to Brittany, who is not too far behind.
As expected, Sam has brought her to the restaurant where they had their first date. Brittany takes it as another sign that tonight is the night. They slowly enjoy their meal with small talk about the years they've spent together. Minutes turn into hours. The busboy has long picked up their plates.
The waiter soon came over with Brittany's champagne bottle after Sam picked up the check. The moment had finally arrived.
"Oh, Brittany. You're wonderful. Thank you." Sam says.
"Here's to us," Brittany offers.
"To us," Sam agrees, clinking their champagne glasses together.
"Brittany," Sam starts.
Brittany smiles before she responds, "Yes?"
"One of the reasons I wanted to come here tonight was to discuss the future."
Butterflies are going wild in her stomach, and her heart rate begins to race.
"And I am fully amenable to that discussion."
Sam smirks.
"Good. You know how we've been having all kinds of fun lately?"
"Yeah," Brittany says with a Cheshire smile.
"Well, Harvard is going to be different. Law school is a completely different world, and I need to be serious."
"Of course," Brittany says seriously. Her smile is not faltering. She couldn't erase this smile even if her life depended on it.
"I mean, my family expects a lot from me. I expect a lot from myself. I plan on running for office someday."
"I fully support that, Sam. You know that, right?"
"Absolutely, but the thing is, if I'm going to be a senator in the time I'm 30, I need to stop fucking around."
"Oh Sam, I completely agree."
"Well, that's why I think it's time for us, Brittany, Babe,"
"Yes?" Brittany says, encouraging him with the biggest smile she could muster.
"I think we should break up." Sam finishes only to have Brittany speak over him.
"I do," she says excitedly.
The words sink in, and her smile falters. That is not at all what she was expecting.
"What?" She exclaims.
Sam smiles before he continues, unaware of Brittany's predicament, "Well, I've been thinking about it, and I think it's the right thing.
"You're breaking up with me? I thought you were proposing."
Sam's eyes widen in surprise.
"Proposing?" He says as he chuckles. Brittany couldn't be serious. "Brittany, if I'm going to be senator, I need to marry a Jackie, not a Marilyn." He says with a smile as if it's the most obvious thing.
Brittany is legitimately confused. "So you're breaking up with me because I'm too blonde?"
"No, that's not entirely true."
"Then what? My boobs are too big?" She grows visibly more upset with each passing second. Finally, her words get loud enough for onlookers to turn their attention to them.
Sam tries to get rid of the attention on them and whispers, "Your boobs are fine."
Brittany thinks and tries to make sense of what Sam is saying.
"So when you said that you would always love me, you were just fucking around?"
Sam begins to try a different approach.
"Brittany, I do love you; I just can't marry you."
Brittany begins to cry, but Sam continues.
"You have no idea the kind of pressure that I'm under. My family has five generations of senators. My brother's in the top three at Yale Law. He also just got engaged to a Fabray, for Christ's sake."
Brittany cannot stop the tears from coming down her face. If any onlookers were not looking at them previously, they certainly were now.
"Bad salad," Sam tells them to try to take the attention away from them anew.
"Britt, Baby?"
Brittany looks at him. Anger quickly replaces the sadness she feels temporarily. She gets up and throws the napkin on the table before walking out.
"It's not like I have a choice here, Babe!" Sam says to Brittany's retrieving body. "Okay. You get the car; I'll pay the check."
Her mascara is probably running down her face with her tears, but Brittany continues walking with her head held high. Sam is next to her, trying to convince her to get in the car.
"Come on, let me take you home."
"No," Brittany says simply.
"Believe me, Britt, I never expected to do this, but I think it's the right thing."
"How can it be the right thing when we're not together."
"I need to think of my future and what my family expects of me."
"So, you're breaking up with me because you're afraid your family won't like me? Everybody likes me."
"Well, East Coast people are different."
Brittany knows bullshit when she hears it.
"Just because I'm not a Fabray, suddenly I'm not good enough? I went to MIT Sam. I am a math genius. I am one of the greatest minds of the century. I think most people would agree that I am better than a Fabray." She reminds him.
Sam looks at her seriously, "I told you. I need someone serious."
"I know my reputation of getting around precedes me because of the major I've chosen and that sex tape that leaked, but I'm seriously in love with you. Isn't that enough?"
Unsure of what else to say, Sam signs, "Babe, just get in the car."
Brittany could not be more disappointed with his emotional response or lack of "No."
Sam looks at her and continues to follow her closely with his car. "You'll ruin your shoes."
Sam knows Brittany's love for fashion. So he is not surprised when Brittany agrees to enter his car.
While Sam drives Brittany home, the two do not exchange words. It's radio silence except for the sniffles coming from Brittany. When he pulls up, the two share a look before Brittany nods and exits the car. Sam checks himself out again in his rearview mirror as Brittany walks towards her door. She turns around to say one last thing, but Sam speeds away before she can open her mouth to say anything else.
Brittany makes her way slowly to the door and opens it. She is quiet and mindful of her noise level as most of the girls must have fallen asleep. They are all up in their pajamas watching chick flicks, to her surprise. They turn to look at her with smiles, eagerly waiting for good news, but she watches how their smiles quickly fade at her appearance.
Tina whispers to one of the girls what Brittany can only assume are careful instructions about what she and the other girls should do.
The other girl nods and instructs everyone but Kurt and Tina to follow her while Tina and Kurt go to hug her.
"Tell me everything that happened," Kurt says.
"I will go get the ice cream," Tina adds.