I've wanted to do this for a while. Mostly because I love Brittany and I love the thought of her being a chad who everyone's after. I've noticed that GP is pretty popular in this fandom, but most of it's on Brittany. I wanted to switch it up and do it to everyone else, lol. I hope you like it!

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Rachel Berry had known Brittany S. Pierce since they were four.

They had taken ballet class together. Brittany, Rachel remembered, had been the only one who was better than her. It had driven her crazy as a child, but even back then she couldn't deny how mesmerizing Brittany was when she moved. Even if the blond had moved to hip hop- which was decidedly less refined- it was hard for Rachel to take her eyes off the Cheerio.

Dancing came naturally to Brittany. It was as if she could read the beat of a song as if it was written on a sheet like the notes.

Perhaps that was why Rachel found her eyes glued to the gentle swaying of Brittany's hips one afternoon.

This was ridiculous. She should have been practicing her duet with Finn. Even if they had to lose, she at least wanted to sound good. Instead she was watching the ditzy blond dance.

Rachel gasped softly in surprise as Brittany bent over, her firm backside in the air for half of a second. The brunette felt her face flush and she swallowed thickly. Suddenly, her blouse felt much too restricting.

Unfortunately, the sound of her gasp caught Brittany's attention. "Oh, hi Rachel!" she greeted with a bright smile.

Despite the situation, Rachel smiled back. Despite the fact that the blond's friends threw constant jabs at her, Brittany was decent towards her. She always had a smile reserved for her and honestly? It was one of the most sincere smiled she had ever received.

But Rachel cleared her throat, remembering why she was there. "Hello, Brittany," she replied curtly. "Are you going to be here much longer? Finn and I need to practice for the competition."

She felt a pang in her heart as Brittany's sapphire eyes grew somber. "No," she murmured despondently. "I think I'm done."

Rachel shifted awkwardly. "Is... Is everything alright?" she asked, surprising herself. Why did she care if Brittany was sad? The last time she'd had an actual conversation with the girl was in middle school when they'd engaged in a discussion about cats and dogs.

The blond sighed. "I wanted to do a duet with Santana," she revealed. "But she wants to do one with Mercedes. Now I don't have anyone."

The brown's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Mercedes?" This could propose a problem. Mercedes and Santana, while she hated to admit it, had really good voices. What if they ended up beating Sam and Quinn? "Why wouldn't she want to partner with you? Aren't you best friends?"

Brittany shrugged, looking at the floor. "I don't know." This was clearly a lie. She was abiding eye contact and her pink, bow-shaped top lip trembled a bit.

Rachel, ever the nosy one, was going to interrogate her more when an idea struck her. It was no secret Brittany wasn't the best singer in the New Directions. However, their voices did mesh well together. She still wanted to be good, even if she couldn't be the best. What if-?

Rachel offered the taller girl the sweetest smile she could. "Would you like to be my partner instead?" she suggested before she could stop herself.

Brittany's eyes lit up suddenly and Rachel's heart stuttered in her chest. Odd. "Really?" she asked, beaming. "What about Finn?"

"He can team-up with Artie," answered Rachel quickly. Finn wouldn't mind, right? After all, they wanted Sam to win. And if she teamed up with Brittany, it would also ensure that the blond Cheerio would stay in the Glee Club and they would have twelve members.

Besides, their plan was a bit... insensitive. Even she could see that. As much as Rachel envied Quinn, she didn't want to hurt her. And their performance was bound to do just that.

Rachel kept her smile plastered on her face. "So?" she questioned. "Would you like to be my partner?"

Brittany nodded excitedly and Rachel felt her chest tighten with guilt. What the blond knew wouldn't hurt her, right? "Okay!" she agreed. "What song should we sing?"

"I think I have an idea."

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"I can't believe you're ditching me."

Rachel didn't even try to hide the way she rolled her eyes. "I expected you to be mature about this Finn," she replied coolly. "Brittany needed a partner. We don't want to lose her either, do we? Besides, you can partner with Artie and we can make sure Sam wins. Isn't that what we want?"

Finn scowled. "Last time I checked, you couldn't stand cheerleaders," he pointed out. "What makes Britt different?"

Rachel sniffed delicately. "I can't stand Quinn and Santana," she corrected him. Perhaps she could have tolerated Quinn. But since becoming head Cheerio again, the blond had reverted to her old ways. And she would probably never like Santana. "Brittany's never thrown a slushy in my face."

Dating Finn had been a lot different than Rachel had expected. He had been so devoted to Quinn last year. But with her he seemed so... disinterested. And she knew he still had feelings for her. Yes, he had chosen Rachel, but what was to stop him from going back to Quinn?

She shook her head of these thoughts. Now wasn't the time.

"Anyway, I'll be singing with Brittany," Rachel said firmly. "I suggest you talk with Artie." She leaned onto her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I'll talk to you later, alright?"

Finn pouted childishly. "Whatever." He stormed away. Rachel was mildly surprised that he didn't kick one of the lockers.

It was kind of his thing.

Just then, Brittany and Santana walked by. Judging by the Latina's glare in her direction, she also wasn't happy about her decision to partner with Brittany.

Rachel felt smug about that. You should have taken your chance, Lopez. But Brittany smiled at her, waving at her almost shyly. Rachel's face warmed and she waved back. It was strange that someone as popular and pretty as Brittany would even look in her direction.

Rachel found she rather liked it.

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Rachel had decided to perform Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield with Brittany.

The song was nice to listen to, she would admit. And Brittany seemed happy with it. So, she had agreed to go over to the blond's house after school to practice.

Brittany wasn't a singer, that much was clear. And although Rachel was forging herself not to give 101% as always, it bothered her. What in the World was Mr. Schuester doing? Couldn't he see- or rather, hear- that Brittany obviously needed help?

"Sing from your stomach, Brittany," directed Rachel patiently. "Not your throat." She didn't mind helping. Not only did she get the chance to talk, Brittany didn't seem to grow frustrated with her corrections. Even Finn would snap at her that he knew how to sing. Brittany seemed grateful.

The rest is still unwritten...

They finished in nearly perfect harmony. Rachel smiled. "Well done, Brittany," she praised.

Brittany smiled back. "Thanks for helping me," she said. "I never know what Mr. Schue is saying."

"You're welcome," replied Rachel. She would have to have a word with Mr. Schue. The girl didn't even know how to read sheet music! Her eye caught a piece of paper on Brittany's desk, confirming a suspicion she's had for a while. "Now, will you tell me the real reason Santana didn't want to sing with you?"

Rachel knew something was wrong. Usually, Brittany and Santana spent every moment they could together. Santana didn't even like Mercedes! Why wouldn't she want to sing with Brittany?

Brittany bit her lip, fidgeting on the bed. "I... I think I embarrass her," the blond admitted sadly. "Sometimes when we're with the other Cheerios, I can hear them call me stupid. San never defends me."

Rachel scowled. Did Santana really prioritize being popular over her best friend? If it was possible, she liked the Latina even less now. "Brittany, that's deplorable," she commented. "And it isn't even true."

Brittany smiled patiently. "It's okay, Rach," she assured her. "I know I'm dumb. Everyone calls me that, even in Glee."

Rachel felt guilty. Everyone did call Brittany stupid. Even Santana. Even her. The only ones who didn't were Quinn- who certainly acted like it- and Mike Chang. Everyone had slipped at least once.

But she pushed that aside, taking that piece of paper off the desk. "The what's this?"

Brittany's blue eyes went wide. "I-" she began, but didn't finish. "That's not... I cheated."

Rachel crossed her arms. "Really?" she demanded, waving the sheet around. It was an AP calculus test with a 100, written in bright red pen. "Because I didn't know you could cheat your way into an AP class."

Brittany lowered her head. "Please don't tell," she murmured.

Rachel stared at her in confusion. "I don't understand you, Brittany Pierce," she confessed. She had found that out when talking to various AP teachers. Apparently, Brittany had never scored lower than a 98% on any assignment. "You have a perfect GPA, higher than Quinn and Kurt! Why would you hide that?"

If it had been her, she would have shouted it from the rooftops.

The blond shrugged. "Quinn's the smart one," she said softly. "San's the snarky one. I'm just the bimbo. That's how it's always been."

Rachel crossed her arms. "Well I, for one, would like to know the real you."

Brittany smiled. "You would be the fist."

That smile made her heart melt.

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Later that night, Rachel returned home. Greeting her fathers quickly, the brunentte rushed up the stairs to her bedroom. Changing into her pajamas, she flopped onto her bed, her mind occupied heavily.

Because Brittany wasn't the only one with a secret.

The only ones who knew were her fathers. She had never told anyone else, not even Finn. She knew he would be disgusted if she did.

Pulling the covers over herself, Rachel reached down past her waist. Pulling down her pajama bottoms, she carefully took out her throbbing member.

Rachel had been born intersex. Her fathers- with their heart set on a girl- had raised her as one. And she thought of herself as one, so she had never had any problems with that.

She masturbated regularly, but this time she didn't need to watch porn. No, she had something else she wanted to try. An image popped into her head.

Of a certain blond with pretty blue eyes, a bright smile... D-cup breasts, and a plump ass.

When Rachel climaxed that night, it was with Brittany's face on her mind and the blond's name on her lips.

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So. I did this. Finchel fans, please don't hate me. I don't like Finn, but this fic will NOT bash him. I don't bash characters. Anyway, I hope you liked it and please review!