Disclaimers: I do not own Glee or its characters.
Spoilers: major spoilers for current chapters (28 and before) of Is It Worth Giving Up? Please do not read this if you are not caught up to chapter 28 in that story!
Rating: T for minor cussing, cause, you know, Santana
Summary: This is an excerpt from my Glee story. What if Britt, Santana, and Quinn weren't the only ones who knew of what Russell was doing to them? Q and Britt make a deal with two mutual friends, and that deal is upheld until one day, finally, they are safe and away from Russell Fabray.
Notes: Set in the current chapters of Is It Worth Giving Up? Thursday, in the second week of November. Also, it may be a little rough because I edited/finished writing it at 1:30 in the morning.
Enjoy! :)
Thursday, November 19th, 2009
It is Thursday morning when it happens. Just before lunchtime. Brittany is unaware of the looming football player making his way straight for her. She is chatting with Santana when it does happen. The older girl is leaning against the lockers and, since Britt's locker door is open, no one sees him.
Until the door is slammed shut, that is, and she comes to have a face full of one David Karofsky.
He looks pissed and she wonders why, though it takes less than 10 seconds for her to realize exactly why.
"Will one of you please explain to me why the fuck Coach Sylvester told us Rachel Berry is off limits? What the hell, Pierce?" He punctuated by jabbing his finger in her direction, "You said you'd keep us in the loop!"
She sighs. Yeah, she should have known this was going to come up sooner or later, and maybe it was bitch move not letting Z and Dave in on the "know". But, she has had a shit-ton going on, and it was just not top priority.
However, before she can say anything, Santana is stepping around her to in-between her and Dave.
"Karofsky, who do you think you are, coming at my girl like that?"
Brittany groans at the same time David rolls his eyes. And they both bite out,
"Hush, Santana!" – "Shut it, Lopez!"
To which they get an immediate response of, "Brittany!"
"No!"
While Santana is busy resembling a fish out of water, Brittany turns her attention back to David. "Dave, I need you to tell Z that–…" And she falters here because, fuck, this moment is something all of them have wanted to happen for years.
She takes a deep breath and can tell by the change in the football player's body language that he understands but is also trying to reel in the eagerness. "I need you to tell him that I need to speak with him… and you… in the gym… at–… at lunch. Okay?"
It must seem so odd to everyone watching, one of Rachel's protectors conversing with one of the football players who used to slushy her. Briefly, she wonders if Quinn remembers the deal the four of them made all that time ago.
She can tell he definitely remembers by the minute break in David's voice as he grits out, "… You don't get to fuck with us like that, Pierce."
And she swallows past the lump in her throat.
"Please, Dave. Just do it. Okay?"
It is surprising that Santana stayed quiet this long. Brittany recalls the moment they made the decision to keep the Latina out of their plans. Now, it is confusing, and she is unsure of who needs protecting from who because to her, Brittany Pierce and David Karofsky are having the type of conversation that should never take place between two people like them.
"Brittany–" She gets the hand, blinking in… something.
"No, hush."
"Britt–"
God, she really does have time this…
"Go stand by Rachel. I have this under control."
"Britt–!"
"No, Santana!" David begins to actually to question whether doing this now was the best way to do it. "Go. stand. by. Rachel, now!"
And if people were not confused before, they certainly are now. Because Brittany Pierce does not yell, not at Santana, not at anyone, really, but absolutely not at Santana.
"Whatever…"
David watches her walk a little ways down the hall, to where Rachel and Quinn are standing, observing them.
"You've been spending time with Rachel," He says, voice softer now. "She's wearing Quinn's Letterman, and Coach Sylvester put an Order if Protection on her. It… You…"
"David… please."
He suddenly understands that this conversation is not going is where right now. The bell rings and the students, though some linger, start to clear out. So he nods once, saying,
"Ok. Alright, fine. We'll see you at lunch."
And he turns. He walks away, to his locker, to his next class, leaving the rest of them hanging without answers.
"Anyone care to tell me what the fuck just happened?" Santana demands while Finn just sort of… points in the direction David just left in, and…
"Does anyone else feel like we've entered the Twilight Zone?"
"Brittany, what the hell was that?"
The dancer makes eye-contact with Quinn. She gets a tiny nod from her friend before continuing to walk down the hallway, replying to Rachel with, "I'll tell you later."
Yeah… so, David and Azimio are not actually going to be bad people because, apparently, I can't make anyone bad (except for Russell, of course).
Okay, so this will be much longer in the actual chapter. It will have two more parts, plus a flashback, added in. I just wanted to be put this up because I had this thought at like, 2 in the morning, and wrote a little bit, but wasn't actually going to do anything with it.
However, I worked with it some more, and I wanted to something as a follow up to Sue yelling at Dave and Azimio in the hallway. And eventually, it turned into what will be a big deal.
Now, the secret, four people know of it – Azimio Adams, David Karofsky, Brittany, and Quinn. What the secret is will be revealed in the chapter. I plan on having it as #33, so, baring anything else happening, only four more to go!