Being a little kid had been fun. Even school hadn't been too bad, what with coloring, recess and show and tell. The confusing things like math and reading had even been tolerable, as the school even had a special teacher to help her until she grasped the basic concepts.
So while everyone else was busy freaking out over the fact that they were kids again, Brittany chose to look on the bright side of things. Besides, if she had learned anything from watching reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Charmed, you need a witch to reverse a spell, usually the one that cast it. Maybe, if they couldn't figure out who changed them back into little kids, they could get the witch from Buffy to fix them. Brittany knew she was on another show now, but she wasn't playing a witch, so maybe she'd like a chance to use her magic again.
All around the room, the others were either sitting there in shock, being loud and upset or, in Mr. Schue's case, speaking urgently into his cell phone. She was pretty sure she'd heard him say Emma a few times. That was Ms. Pillsbury. Brittany didn't know what he expected her to be able to do. She was pretty sure witches did not smell like bleach and flowery soap.
Looking out the window, she smiled, realizing she was now small enough to use all the playground equipment again. There were some new things she had always wanted to try, but Santana had told her they were too old to play with. Surely they could go out and play on them now! Shifting her gaze to the others, she wondered who would want to play with her.
She, Santana and Quinn had been friends since before they were this age the first time. They had spent many a summer day in the park, playing on the big, wooden play structures. Quinn might play, but she wouldn't want to mess up her pretty blue dress. Santana still looked angry, but Brittany though it was cool that their Cheerio's uniforms had gotten little when they had.
Tina hadn't lived in Lima when they were this age before, so Brittany didn't know if she'd want to go outside. The streaks of color in her hair and vivid make up looked so strange on a little kid, but it was Tina, so it actually fit. Artie seemed upset and she figured it was because his legs still weren't working. Back when they were kids, he hadn't been in a wheelchair but she guessed it was like Tina's stripes and Puck's Mohawk. They'd had those as teens and now still had them as kids.
She blinked and looked over at Puck, who was walking back and forth like a tiger she had seen on a nature show. She wondered if he still had his nipple ring…that would be weird…as would a pregnant six year old. Her head swiveled back to Quinn, but the other blond was pressing a hand to her once again flat tummy. Huh. Well, it made sense. A six year old just couldn't be pregnant, no matter if she was really a teenager under a spell.
Matt, Mike and Finn looked just how she remembered them, back when their idea of entertainment had been stuffing frogs down the back of girls shirts…no, they wouldn't be her first choice as playmates. Kurt and Mercedes were babbling at each other and some of the words Kurt was using confused her, like regression and biological imperative. Nope.
Rachel was still sitting in her seat, taking gulping breaths and clutching the sides of her chair in tiny fists. Between her size (she was the smallest of all of them, though Kurt and Tina were both pretty little) and her outfit, she looked a bit like a doll. She and Rachel had taken dance together for years! Maybe, if Rachel calmed down, they could dance! It would be lots of fun.
Hopping down from her chair, Brittany bounced over to Rachel and said, "Hi, Rachel! This is really weird, huh?"
The brunette turned big, shocked brown eyes at her and let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah, weird."
She was talking. That was good. "So…I'm bored want to dance?"
Rachel blinked at her, then clasped her hands over her mouth as she burst into giggles, then startled Brittany by grabbing her in a hug. That was okay, she decided. Hugs were nice.
