You suppose it's your own fault for not having a backup plan. Or for not graduating high school. But when you're eighteen and someone tells you that they want you to go on tour as a backup dancer for a huge superstar you don't really think about the future.

Especially a future that involves you coming back to your shitty hometown that you hoped to never step foot in again, all because of an injury that has made sure you'll never dance again, professionally at least, that's what your doctor said but you're determined to prove him wrong. You don't care how many hours of physical therapy that will take. All you care about is getting back out to Los Angeles, back into the dance studio and not living with your mother again like a kid and working in a store.

"Welcome to the Arrow team, Brittany." Your boss smiles. You can't remember what his name is. You were too busy focused on his ugly sweater vest, his weird hair, the disgusting smell coming from him and the fact that you currently hate your life.

You're never normally this much of a bitch. Hell, you're never a bitch. Everyone always says you're the human equivalent of a rainbow, but you really just want to be anywhere but here.

"Thanks." You reply whilst putting on the red vest he hands you. At least this is the only type of uniform you have to wear so you don't have to end up dressing like someone who's middle aged.

"Well we're all done here. I'll just go and find the floor manager and have you shadow her for the day." God, you really wish he'd stop smiling at you, it's fucking creepy.

"You just wait here while I go find her, she should be around here somewhere."

And with that you're standing by yourself next to a mountain of toilet paper and praying that no one comes and asks for help.

"Hey, you work here?"

Fuck.

"K-kinda, it-" You cut yourself off once you turn around to the voice because holy shit you did not expect someone so beautiful to be in bum fuck Ohio, nevermind in this store.

"How can you kinda work somewhere?" She smirks. You really hope she's teasing you in a fun, flirty way and not in a mean way. You've heard too much of the latter.

"Oh, It's my first day, I just started. Look I don't even have a name tag." You point at your left breast where the name tag should be placed and smile as you see the girl looking at your finger. Which is on your boob. She's looking at your boob.

"Well congratulations on the new job, I'm sure you'll be great."

You grimace at the thought of this being your job now and the thought of having to be good at it. With dancing it was easy, you're pretty sure it's the only thing you're good at and you were born to do it.

"What you don't want to be here?" She asks.

"Definitely not." You scoff. "The only reason i'm here is because I was forced out of my old job because I got hurt and then my mom made me move back here with her since I couldn't even walk without crutches for a month and now since I can walk again she's forcing me to get a shitty job and this was all I could get."

The girl just nods at you with a look on her face that makes you think that she feels sorry for you.

"I mean how hard can this even be? Like I never even graduated high school and I got in with a five minute interview. I shouldn't even be working here. Everyone else who works here were probably too dumb or lazy to even try and get an actual job after high school and are living a sad little life and will probably end up dying here. Wait, you don't think anyone's actually died here do you?"

You know you shouldn't have just ranted at someone you've never even met before but you're just pretty pissed about the situation you're in.

Okay, so by the scowl on Pretty Girl's face you know you definitely shouldn't have ranted at her.

She starts to open her mouth to say something back. Probably to shout at you, she does look really mad. Maybe she knows someone who works here?

Fortunately, you don't get to hear what she's about to say because you can smell something gross and know that your boss is behind you. You're kinda glad because you're not good at being shouted at even if she does look really hot angry.

"Ah, Santana. I was looking for you." Wait what?

Santana, cool name, just looks at your boss, her scowl deepening.

"Brittany here is going to shadow you for the day, just so that she gets the ropes of things around here. Is that okay?"

Oh, God

"Do I have a choice?"

"Nope, now put your vest back on, your breaks over." And with that he's gone and Santana's scowl is directed at you again.

You pull your lips into your mouth and smile at her. You really fucked up.

"Santana, I'm really sor-"

"Let's go. I'm assuming you haven't had a tour yet?" You just shake your head, scared to talk again. "Well then this way."

She starts walking away from you and it takes a couple seconds before you realize you need to follow her.

"Oh and by the way I worked really fucking hard and got into NYU, but life happens and stuff gets in the way and I had no choice but to work here. Exactly what happened to you, you're the same as the rest of us, Brittany. You just got out for a bit."

All you can do is nod because she's right. You can feel the tears in your eyes and hope that you don't end up crying 8 minutes into your new job. That would have to be some sort of record.

You don't realize how much you're in your own thoughts until she turns around and you bump into her.

"I'm sorry." You mutter and take a few steps back. She smells nice. Like really nice.

God, Brittany, she just almost made you cry, you should stop thinking nice stuff about her.

"And for the record. I like my life."

And like that she's off again and you're speed walking to follow her through the toy aisle.

"You smell good."

You feel how Santana's face looks. Confused. Really fucking confused. Even if it's true you didn't mean for it to come out.

"Thanks?"

"Yeah, and it's good that you like your life. I hope tha-" And she's gone again.

Maybe you should've gotten a job at the pretzel place instead. You really love pretzels. But then again there wasn't a pretty girl there. Even if she does kind of hate you.

this is what happen when i start a new show /

hope you liked it :)

title is from a line in superstore