"STOP STOP" a voice boomed across the now fully assembled stage. "Back row, third from the right, you need to make sure you hold that position. You can't be wobbling or shifting your foot. You have to spin out and land solidly," she demonstrated, "so you can hold it for the 5 counts."
Besides Santana, the choreographer sighed. "Is she going to do that for the entire rehearsal?" He asked, turning to Santana, who shrugged.
"Not if they do it right."
"She's not even the choreographer." He said, sounding like a whining child. Santana shrugged again. She wanted to say that Brittany wouldn't have to be stopping and correcting them every few minutes if he did his job and made sure his dancers had it down properly. But she was an evolved person. She was no longer Snixx. So instead, she walked away from the choreographer to stand beside Eve.
"She's very good." Eve said, nodding to Brittany.
"She's the best." Santana said. "Next time we better just use her studio. These people aren't up to Britt's standards so they aren't up to mine.
"You trust her judgement on this?"
"I trust Brittany's judgement on everything, but about dance…I don't think I hold anyone else's opinion higher. I've seen her fix problems that trained coaches couldn't even see when we were only 15."
"Amazing" Eve said. "You're both very talented. I look forward to seeing where you go."
Santana turned and smiled at her.
"Thank you Eve."
"Alright, how about this, you, fourth row, yeah you, come here, and you over there, yeah, come here too. Okay great, now you go stand over there, and this tall guy moves this way." Brittany was saying. After a few minutes of changing people up and walking around, inspecting everyone, Brittany finally nodded and walked up to the choreographer. Santana couldn't hear what he was saying, but when Brittany turned to look at her, she knew he was refusing to comply.
"Look guy, let's just try it once and if it doesn't work we'll go back to the way you'd done it." Santana said loudly, not moving from where she stood. When he looked like he was about to protest, Eve stepped forward.
"I'd like to remind you that you are currently talking to your employer, not your employee." Her tone was polite, but left no room for debate. The choreographer sighed, then told his dancers to stick to the new arrangement.
The rehearsal went much smoother after that. Brittany's changes, though no one really understood why, seemed to make everyone better. There were still a few mistakes, but she easily fixed them, and after two hours, they ran through the entire set list without having to stop once.
"Looking excellent" Emma said. "Santana time for you to go to hair and makeup. You can take a shower if you'd like, there's a bathroom in your dressing room." Santana nodded, linked pinkies with Brittany and walked off. She could hear Emma telling everyone else that they could go get cleaned up, and that they had two hours before they had to be back to the arena.
Brittany and Santana walked slowly back to her dressing room, with their pinkies still linked.
"Do you want to go anywhere before we go in?" Brittany asked as they reached the door.
"We can't. We have to shower and get dressed and sit in hair and makeup." Santana replied, smiling sweetly at Brittany.
"Whatever. We'll be back in time. We have two hours."
Santana looked intensely between Brittany's eyes, trying to gauge how serious she was.
"You're serious." She said. It was not a question, so Brittany just grinned cheekily and begun to pull Santana away from the door towards the exit.
"Britt" Santana whispered loudly. "Where are we going?" She looked around, checking to make sure nobody would see them, though she wasn't sure she was even doing anything wrong.
"Out" Brittany said, in the same loud whisper.
They walked out of the door and down the street. Santana resigned to just enjoy the walk and stopped asking questions about where they were going, so she and Brittany talked instead about the concert.
"I'm really proud of you Santana. I wish I could capture this moment and send it back in time to show high school Santana"
Santana laughed loudly. "I think that's messing with the space time continuum or something Britt." Brittany shrugged. "Besides, I'm pretty sure if high school me found out where she'd end up, she'd never have done the work to become the person I needed to be for this to happen."
Brittany was thoughtful for a while. She could see Santana's point. She had gone through a lot to get here, and a huge part of that was her belief that she'd never actually make it.
"I wish you didn't have to go through most of what you did." Brittany said, stopping momentarily and looking off to her right, where there was a small park and a group of teenagers sitting on a bench, laughing loudly.
Santana looked at her, trying to decipher what she was thinking. After a moment she turned Brittany's face to look at her and smiled.
"Hey…It's okay. It sucked at the time, but it's okay. Let's not think about all that today. I'm about to put on a concert you know?" she raised her eyebrows and cocked her head in a 'just saying' kind of way.
Brittany giggled and nodded her head. "Yes I did hear something about that."
They continued walking for a couple of minutes, reminiscing about high school and talking about Brittany's work, until they found themselves at the front of the arena once again, having walked all the way around it.
"Emma and Eve are probably looking for you." Brittany said quietly, not really wanting to end their moment but also bursting with excitement for the show to begin.
"Yeah" Santana agreed, also hesitant to leave.
"I'll see you up there" Britt said, unlinking her pinkie from Santana's to instead cup her cheek.
"See you up there" Santana leaned forward and captured Brittany's lips in her own.
"Figures I would find you guys like this" Emma's voice interrupted them. "Santana-"
"Yeah I'm coming" Santana said quickly. She leaned forward and kissed Brittany again. "I love you Britt."
"I love you Santana." Brittany replied, kissing Santana again, and then again twice more before pulling away and taking a step back. They both took in deep breathes, holding eye contact with each other, and then Brittany exhaled and nodded.
"Okay" Santana said determinedly, also taking a step back and finally looking away from Brittany.
"Let the show begin."
Brittany felt like her whole body was vibrating. She could not, though not for lack of trying, keep herself still. She was pacing back and forth as far as she was allowed to go, then she was jumping up and down, then she was stretching for the 100th time, but nothing worked. From her place backstage she could hear the crowd gathered in the arena, and the sound itself was intimidating. Was this how 10,000 people sounded? She didn't think so. It sounded like 100,000 to her. As she got up from her current stretching position and began to pace, she thought of Santana, who she figured must be feeling ten times what she was feeling. Should she go find her? Maybe give her one more pet talk? No, Santana was fine, she tried to convince herself. If she was being honest, she was the one who wasn't fine. She had never performed for so many people before, and this was not just any performance, it was Santana's first concert. It would have to be perfect. She already had very little confidence in the other dancers, and her messing up would just crush her heart. Santana deserved the best. Brittany would give her the best.
"Listen up everyone." She suddenly found herself yelling. She looked around at the dancers around her, who looked both confused and slightly shocked. Brittany made sure to look each of them in the eye before she spoke again.
"You guys are good dancers, and the choreography is good. But I'm going to ask you guys to be amazing. Give everything you've got tonight, because that's what Santana is going to be doing. You're not just dancing, you're bringing Santana's lyrics to life. Your movements need to move the crowd. When you take a step, don't be thinking about the next one, feel it. Throw yourself into it. If you guys do that, we're going to pull off something amazing today, I guarantee it."
All of the dancers looked at Brittany for a moment, and then they all nodded. There were a few "hell yeahs" and "damn rights", while a few who were standing clapped Brittany on the back and shoulders. The choreographer stepped forward and everyone was silent again.
"5 minutes everyone. Get into your places, and let's blow this place" he looked at Brittany as he said this, and nodded. As everyone moved into their positions and fell into complete silence, Brittany closed her eyes and thought of Santana. She was doing this for her. For the Santana who believed in her when no one did, the Santana who loved her even when it was hard. With these thoughts, she opened her eyes, feeling calm for the first time all day.
She brought her hand out and pulled Santana towards her, letting go almost immediately and ducking around her so that they were standing back to back. She could feel the way Santana's shoulders were rising and falling as she breathed, but when her voice came out it was steady and controlled. She only had a moment to be impressed by this before she was being dragged away by the waist and flipping over a man's head, pretending to be trying to get back to Santana. She felt herself drop to the ground, and used her left leg to launch herself forward, as if beginning a sprint, but she was again pulled back by her shirt. She jumped backwards, was grabbed mid-air, spun around and then thrown to another man. She locked her ankles together behind his back and allowed herself to fall backwards, her head inches from the floor. In this position she could see Santana surrounded by five dancers pretending to be guards. They spun and rolled on the floor around her, as she looked around for Brittany. Once in a while Santana would 'break free' and run towards her, only to be pulled back and encircled again.
Brittany felt herself lowered to the ground, and she rolled away from the dancer. She squatted down, placing her hands on the floor and jumped into the air, over a woman crawling next to her. She was caught again, but this dancer set her down quickly, and then crouched down so that his back was right in front of Brittany's legs. She put on a show of looking around dramatically, feigning taking a step left, then right, as dancers crawled and stalked towards her, then she looked at Santana, who was still at the centre of the circle, though it had widened. Brittany took a few steps back, and then ran forward. She stepped on the dancers back and as she made contact he jumped up, launching Brittany high into the air. The entire arena seemed to gasp as Brittany flipped in the air, then seconds later landed kneeling on one leg, one hand on the ground, in front of Santana as the other dancers froze in various positions. Santana sang the last notes of the song, drawing Brittany up with a finger under her chin. When they reached eye level, the song ended, and there was a second of silence before the lights went off.
The arena erupted in thunderous applause and deafening screams. Brittany and Santana stood staring at each other, breathing heavily and smiling hugely.
"That was…." Santana began, but was cut off by Brittany's lips on her own. They kissed as the dancers filled off stage around them, and only stopped when the lights came back on. Santana took Brittany's hand and walked to the edge of the stage.
"That was the last song guys…I hope you liked it, did you enjoy the performance?" she yelled into the mic. Her question was met with another round of booming applause and she laughed. "I'll take that as a yes. I mean how couldn't you with that amazing choreography? Speaking of which, let's hear it for all the dancers and the choreographer, the band, and the back-up singers."
The dancers all walked back onto stage and bowed and clapped, the choreographer bringing up the rear. The band members and back-up singers waved and the drummer played a quick solo. Santana took a step back and pointed at Brittany, and if possible, the screaming got even louder. Shouts of 'I love you' could be heard coming from the front row.
"Brittany Pierce everybody. Yes you should love her" Santana laughed, looking in the direction of the shout, "But not too much cause she's mine and-" Whatever she was going to say was drowned out by more screaming and yelling so loud that she could not even hear herself speak. She turned to Brittany who was clearly enjoying this. Brittany winked at her and then took the mic from her hand.
"Yeah sorry boys and girls, I know Santana is super hot, but you can't have her, she's taken." Santana laughed and yelled 'that's right' multiple times, reaching out and grabbing Brittany's hand. One of the dancers walked up and tapped her on the shoulder making her turn around, and then pointed to the back corner of the stage. The stage manager was standing there tapping his wrist. It was time to go.
She grabbed the mic from Brittany, who had been asking how the crowd had enjoyed the show. "Sorry guys, time is up. I just want to thank you all so so so much for coming out. I hope you enjoyed yourselves. I know I did. Maybe we can do this again sometime?" she laughed, and so did 10,000 people. Brittany kissed her hand, and waved to the crowd. "Goodnight everyone!" she yelled, and then switched off the mic and walked off with Brittany, relishing the screaming and clapping that erupted.
"Puck I think you guys have drank enough" Quinn said in astonishment. Puck was holding up another bottle of alcohol, yelling about shots. Santana was sitting on a stool watching Brittany on the dance floor, a look of lust in her eyes that Quinn didn't like, while Brittany was dancing wildly a few feet in front of them.
"The fact that you're able to say that proves the opposite. Brittany still has all her clothes on and Santana hasn't cried. I think two more shots will get them there though."
Quinn shook her head but laughed and nodded anyway. This was Santana's night after all, and if she wanted to drink, Quinn wouldn't stop her.
"YES! SHOTS!" Puck yelled. Brittany came skipping off the dance floor and positioned herself between Santana's legs as Puck poured out their shots. "Alright" He said, handing them all a shot glass. "We're playing monkey see" Brittany screamed in delight while Quinn groaned inaudibly. In high school, Puck had invented the drinking game monkey see, where there was one designated leader who would perform random things that the others had to do as well. If a person wasn't able to do said thing, or didn't see the leader do it, they had to drink everyone's shot, but if everyone did it then they all took their own shots.
"We're going to die tonight" Quinn said loudly. Santana bobbed excitedly in her chair.
"Alright, who is the leader?" Brittany asked.
"Why don't you do it babe? You were always the best leader." Santana cooed into her ear making Brittany giggle.
"Ok I'll do it" Brittany said, looking around the room for something to do. She suddenly raised her glass to her mouth and downed it quickly, yelled out a "wohoo" and then got up from where she had been leaning against Santana. The other three watched as she walked onto the dance floor pulling a man who had been leaning against a pillar and started dancing with him. Halfway through the song, Puck and Santana got up and began dancing with other strangers too. When the song ended, the three of them walked back to the bar where Quinn had remained seated.
"Well well well Quinn" Brittany said, hoping from one foot to the other, seemingly unable to stay still.
"Drink up missy" Santana yelled, pushing her shot glass towards Quinn. Puck laughed and did the same, turning to the Bartender and getting another one to replace the one Brittany drank.
"Are you guys serious?" Quinn asked incredulously. "We're not fifteen or sixteen anymore."
"That's right, we're the ripe old age of twenty one" Santana said laughing.
"Sorry to break it to you lezpez, but you're the only one who is still twenty one." Puck said laughing.
Santana looked shocked for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "Oh yeah"
"Oh my gosh Santana, your birthday is in a couple of days" Brittany said, looking suddenly sober.
"For my birthday, I want Quinn to drink up" Santana said.
"It's not your birthday yet" Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
"Come on Quinn. This is a big night" Brittany said seriously. Quinn sighed deeply, grabbed a shot glass and drank its contents quickly, coughing.
"YESSS" the other three yelled. "ANOTHER" yelled Puck.
45 minutes and many shots later, the four friends stood on the dance floor dancing the Macarena while singing 'my cup' loudly. The people around them were a mixture of amused and annoyed that that they were taking up the dance floor and singing loudly over the music. When they went back to the bar and drank their shots, the bartender announced that he was cutting them off and calling them a cab. After much protest, some crying from Santana and some yelling by Quinn, they found themselves stuffed in a cab.
"Where to?" the driver asked them
"The nearest store" Puck said after a moment's silence.
Climbing out of the car had proven very difficult, as Quinn had decided to tie each of them to someone else so that no one got lost. Santana was tied to Brittany using her sweater, Puck and Brittany were tied together by their belts, which were looped into each other's pants and Quinn was tied to Santana by the scarf she had been wearing. When they were finally out and standing in front of the door to the convenient store, Santana finally spoke.
"What are we doing here? You think they have alcohol here?"
"Some beers I'm sure. We'll see. But mostly I want some snacks. I'm starving."
They staggered into the store, struggling to manoeuvre the isles. Finally, they bought 3 packs of beer and a pile of chips, chocolate, and gummy worms.
"Alright friends, where to now?" Quinn asked, looking around.
"The park I like is close by here" Brittany said. "We could sneak in"
"YES" Puck yelled, receiving a slap to the back of the head from Santana. "Sorry. No yelling. But yes! Let's do that. Oh man I've missed causing trouble with you guys."
"Lead the way Britt" Brittany said. "Wait that's me" she pointed to herself and then burst out laughing. Santana too started laughing, doubling over.
"You're funny B" Santana gasped out, through her giggles. It was several minutes before the two collected themselves and led the way to the park.
"Okay Puck, Britt and I will go over first, and then you throw over the stuff, then Quinn comes and you follow" Santana said, pointing to each person as she named them.
Puck nodded seriously, a look of deep concentration on his face. "Do you guys need a boost?"
The three girls all scoffed at him. Brittany knelt down with her arms outstretched, palms out. Santana took a small step back, placed her foot in Brittany's hand and then kicked off the ground. Brittany stood up quickly and raised her hands up to her chest. Santana placed her other foot into the space in the gate that was about 10 feet off the ground, and then looked down at Brittany.
"I've got it Britt, you can let go." Brittany nodded and slowly let go of Santana's leg, watching as she scaled the gate, sat on the top between to spikes and then turned around, wedging her feet in spaces and then bending down and reaching for Brittany.
Brittany took several steps back, ran, and then launched herself off the ground, grabbing Santana's two outstretched hands.
"Jesus" Puck yelled, followed by a quick "sorry sorry" at the death glare Quinn was giving him. "Is she going to be able to pull her up?" he asked skeptically.
Quinn scoffed again but didn't have to answer because at that very moment, Santana had begun to lift Brittany.
"I got it S let go" Brittany said as she found two spaces to fit her feet. She too then scaled the gate, sat between two spikes, and then turned around so she was facing Puck and Quinn from the other side of the gate.
"Ok let's jump on three" Santana said.
"OK" Brittany said, nodding.
On three, Santana and Brittany jumped backwards off the gate, and landed perfectly on the ground several feet below.
"Well done girls. Even drunk off your asses you still do coach Sue proud." Quinn whispered loudly to them."
"Ok here are the snacks" Puck said, taking a step back and throwing things over the gate. After most of the snack were over, Brittany looked at Santana.
"Baby, why didn't he pass them through the bars?" she ask curiously. Her words were slurring slightly and she looked to be concentrating hard on remaining upright.
"You're a genius Brittany!" She leaned forward and kissed Brittany's cheek. She had been aiming for her lips but Brittany didn't notice. Giggling, she looked back through the gate. Puck!" Santana whisper shouted. Puck stopped and looked at her, taking a moment to focus. "Pass it through the bars."
Quinn slapped her forehead and Puck made an 'o' shape with his mouth before walking towards the gate. The beers had to be taken out of the box but everything fit.
"You're such a genius Brittany" Santana said, sounding on the verge of tears.
Brittany pulled her away from the gate to allow Puck and Quinn to come over, and hugged her tightly, cooing in her ear.
"I love you so much. You're so awesome and beautiful and I love you" Santana said, tears now rolling down her cheeks.
"I love you too Santana. You're so awesome and beautiful too. Look at what you did tonight. Now everyone knows how amazing you are. I love you" Brittany said, kissing Santana several times.
"What we did Britt. We're so awesome together." Santana was no longer crying, now sounding dreamy.
"Will you guys stop talking about how awesome you are and come help us carry this stuff" Quinn's voice came from beside them.
"She's just jealous" Brittany whispered to Santana as they broke apart and went to help.
"There" Brittany said, pointing to a spot by the pond. The four of them made their way to the spot and then dropped to the ground. Santana lay her head on Brittany's stomach, while Brittany lay on the grass, both of them staring up into the sky. Puck lay back as well, though he propped himself up on his elbows, and Quinn sat cross-legged.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes, the sound of crinkling packets the only thing permeating the night's air. Finally Santana sat up.
"You guys are my favourite people in the world" she said. Brittany smiled, Puck grinned like a child and Quinn looked shocked, shaking her head after a moment.
"You're drunk" she said dismissively.
"I'm also serious." Santana said standing up.
"What are you doing?" Puck asked, standing up and holding the base of his shirt. Santana winked at him and then they both tore off their shirts.
"Last one in has to take care of all of us tomorrow" Santana yelled, as she pushed down her pants, stepped out of them and turned to help Brittany up. Brittany however, had already started running towards the pond, stripping as she went. Santana and Quinn sprinted after her, as Puck toppled over trying to remove his jeans.
Brittany was first into the water, followed closely by Santana and then Quinn. Puck was last.
"Ha Ha Puckerman! Looks like you're our personal bitch tomorrow. I already know I'm going to need a lot of coffee, so better get up early and get my favourite from the coffee shop down the street." Santana laughed, as she swam towards Brittany.
"I'm going to want a smoothie. Maybe two or three throughout the day from the place near my studio." Brittany said, pulling Santana towards her when she got close enough and wrapping her hands around her waist, resting her chin on her shoulder from behind.
Puck stood at the edge of the pond looking utterly crest-fallen. "No fair guys. I'm drunker than any of you, my hangover is going to be the worst. Let's go again. A race!" he pleaded. Quinn laughed darkly, shaking her head.
"No way Puckerman, you know you're faster than us because of football."
"It's been a while" Puck said, shrugging.
"He's not faster than me" Brittany said.
"No Britt, don't. If he beats you you're going to have to be our slave, and then I'm going to feel really bad and end up doing it for you." Santana said, placing her hands over Brittany's and holding her tight.
"Maybe," Brittany said, "But he's not going to beat me because he's not faster than me."
"That's right Britt, I'm not. Just come out and race me." Puck encouraged, a smile forming on his face.
Brittany moved away from Santana. "No Britt Please don't. He's playing you." Santana begged, trying to hold on to her girlfriend, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Shut up Lezpez" Puck hissed.
"Baby do you trust me?" Brittany asked her.
"Yeah of course I do Britt. It's him I don't trust." Santana narrowed her eyes at Puck.
"Puck, if I win, you're our slave tomorrow, have to pay for everything, don't call Santana 'lezpez' anymore, and we all get to call you Noah."
"WOOHOOO" Quinn called.
Puck's smile faded slightly, but then he recovered.
"You can call me Noah until New Year's, and I don't call her lezpez for a month"
"Oh come on! What's the big deal if you're going to win?" Santana asked.
Puck looked uneasy, but nodded his head anyway. "Okay, I agree to everything else, but it's Noah until New Year's."
"Fine" Brittany said, getting out of the water.
They both walked to a tree about 400 metres from the pond and crouched down.
"Ok Quinn you yell when to go" Brittany called out.
On Quinn's signal, they both took off. Puck was ahead for the first few 100 metres, but then began to slow down, and about 50 metres from the pond, Brittany overtook him, jumping into the pond several seconds before him. There was no mistaking it, she had won fair and square.
Santana yelled in delight, jumping into Brittany's arms and kissing her passionately, while Quinn laughed uncontrollably, having to drag herself out of the pond to keep from swallowing water.
"Shut up" Puck said sulkily.
"Don't pout Noah" Quinn choked out, before collapsing on the grass laughing.
"When did you get so fast anyway Britt?" Puck asked.
Brittany shrugged. "I'm not really. I mean I'm fast, but you work with short bursts of speed. You would have beaten me in high school because you were running regularly and had built up stamina, but I figured that it had been long enough that your body would be working on muscle memory and not endurance."
"GENIUS" Santana yelled, kissing Brittany again.
"Whatever" Puck said. "I want a rematch"
"No way" Santana and Quinn said in unison.
"Why not?" Puck whined.
"You're both drunk enough without running and making it worse." Quinn said.
"No do-overs" Santana said.
"Speaking of being drunk, we have beers to drink" Puck suddenly said, walking out of the water.
Three hours later, every chip packet and beer bottle was empty, and Brittany lay with her head in Santana's lap, sucking on a gummy worm. They had just finished playing truth or dare.
"We should go home before we fall asleep here." Quinn said, already beginning to blink slowly.
"I can't move" Santana said.
"Me neither" Puck agreed.
"Want me to carry you baby?" Brittany asked, looking up at Santana.
"No Britt that's ok. I just need a minute." Santana said, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
"Wanna carry me Quinn?" Puck asked sarcastically.
"You're supposed to be my slave Noah. You should carry me" Quinn replied, laughing again at the memory of Puck's loss.
Puck scowled. "We should make him carry us all back in turns" Brittany said smiling devilishly.
"You wouldn't" Puck gasped.
Brittany shrugged and Quinn laughed harder. Puck turned to Santana, who was smirking.
"Really Lopez? You're going to let them do me like that?" He sounded close to tears.
Santana laughed and shook her head. "Relax Noah. We won't actually. But the fact that we could!" she laughed again. "Tomorrow is going to be fun."
"The sun is rising let's go. I need to sleep before my slave labour" Puck groaned and stood up, looking around for his pants.
The girls followed his lead and soon they were all dressed, had thrown their trash in the bins, and were ready to leave.
"Santana hop up" Brittany said, turning her back to Santana and bending slightly.
"No Britt I was serious, it's ok"
"Santana come on!" Brittany wiggled her butt. "You weigh practically nothing anyway."
Santana giggled at Brittany's antics and then relented and jumped up onto her back.
"Alright Quinn. You too then" Puck said, taking the same position Brittany had.
"No way" Quinn shook her head vehemently.
"Quinn we're all tired. Don't waste our time arguing. Just get up." Puck said exasperatedly.
Quinn hesitated, but then sighed and jumped onto Puck's back. He gave an exaggerated gasp and pretended to stumble under her weight.
"You ASS" Quinn squealed, hitting Puck's back and head several times.
"I was just kidding Quinn take it easy" Puck laughed, winking at Santana, who was laughing and shaking her head.
"Can we go? I'm still super drunk here" Brittany said.
"Let's follow that trail" Santana said.
"What trail" Quinn asked, genuinely confused.
Brittany and Santana laughed loudly, before Brittany straightened up and began to walk out of the park.
"The trail that we blaze!" Brittany called.
They walked all the way to the park entrance before stopping at the gate.
"Oh shit" Santana said, laughing so intensely that she dropped from Brittany's back and knelt on the floor. She started crying a few seconds later.
"The fucking gate" Quinn said, sounding defeated and closing her eyes as if in agony. She too got down to the ground.
"We have to jump back over" Puck whispered, then suddenly he jumped into the air, kicking his legs and throwing his arms around in a tantrum. Brittany stood looking at the gate as if utterly bemused by its mere presence. Then she turned to her friends with a deep frown.
"Fuck"