I feel so weird. I feel like I'm this close to finishing this story and I've been working on it for so long, and it's amazing.

When I first started it, I made a drawing of Brittany's outfit from chapter 2, which I've finally posted. You can find it on my blog. (forabeatofadrum tumblr com/post/160880256328/justasmallbloginabigklainefandom-brittany-s)

Anyway, thanks for tuning in again.

Brittany, Santana and Quinn.

Inseparable.

Everyone was surprised by the sudden, but very strong friendship. The three of them do everything together.

All three of them are juniors so they share a lot of classes. After school, they usually go to the Lima Bean or to one of their houses. In only a month, Brittany has learned more about Santana than Quinn has in the years they've known each other.

Becoming friends with Brittany has been very easy. The three of them complete each other. Brittany and Santana are in a way total opposites and Quinn is right in the middle. Together, they're the Unholy Trinity. No one and nothing can break them.

At least, that is what Santana hopes.

Santana likes Brittany, she really does, and it is confusing. For the first time, she isn't looking at a person and thinks about sleeping with them, this time she's really looking at them. Not that there was anything wrong with wanting to sleep with people and Santana wonders what it would be like to sleep with a girl - with Brittany - but it is different.

She doesn't want to make it too obvious, but of course, Hummel catches her.

"I know your secret," he sing-songs one day after glee.

Santana turns to Brittany and Quinn, who are in the middle of a very serious conversation about pom-poms, and says: "Go ahead. I'll meet you guys on the field."

"Kurt, are you coming with us?" Tina asks Kurt, but Kurt also tells them to go ahead. When Mr. Schue leaves too, the two of them are completely alone in the choir room.

"We really have one thing in common," Kurt says, "And I know you like Brittany."

Santana shushes him. "Keep your voice down!" she hisses.

"No one will hear us," Kurt assures her, "I can tell. I have experience."

"With being a nosy little shit?" Santana retorts.

"No, with hiding my struggles," Kurt smiles slyly, "And maybe we do have more than one thing in common. We both think we're better than our high school peers."

He's right in a way.

"So what are we going to do now? Meet up once a week and talk about our problems while drinking extra sugary tea?" Santana says.

"That won't be necessary," Kurt says, "I have someone else to talk to."

"Oh, yeah, that gay boy you met," Santana has heard of him, but she couldn't care less, "Are we supposed to have those meeting with him?"

"There will be no meetings. Just wondering if you need help."

Santana snorts.

"I don't need help."

"Is Artie a robot?"

Both Quinn and Santana turn to Brittany. "Brittany, what the-"

"I mean, I dreamt about him," Brittany elaborates, "In my dream, he could dance because he was secretly a robot and we danced together the entire time. He's a great dancer."

"He's not a robot, Brittany," Quinn says, wondering if the other blonde is serious of not.

"Why would you even dream about him?" Santana asks. Quinn notices the bitterness, but also something else.

Is that jealousy?

"He's cute, don't you think?" Brittany says happily.

Quinn shrugs. "Could've been worse." She turns to her other friend, waiting for an answer, but Santana remains silent.

"I'd watch out with him," she eventually says bitterly, "He's still pining after Fake-Ass-Asian after she dumped him for Not-As-Fake-As-Fake-Ass-Asian."

Quinn tries to hide her suspicion. She wonders why Santana is so annoyed by Brittany being interested in Artie.

"She's not saying she wants to go out with him!" Quinn says, but Brittany shrugs sheepishly.

"Who knows? Maybe I should. We can dance together! I mean, I would absolutely love to dance with him," she says and then adds, sounding a bit unsure, "I love dancing."

"Well, that's a good thing. We're in glee club-"

"Yeah, but you can't dance with Wheels because he's a fucking cripple," Santana spits.

Brittany's face falls. "That's a mean thing to say, Santana."

"Yes, even for your doing," Quinn says angrily.

"I- Forget it," Santana looks away.

Brittany looks very disappointed. "I am going to get myself more coffee. I like the colour of it," she says and gets up quickly.

Santana's eyes follow her.

And Quinn gulps. She knows what this is about.

"Brittany, time for dinner, sweetie!" her mother, Whitney, yells.

"I'm coming, mom!" Brittany yells back, "I'm almost done feeding Lord Tubbington his daily supply of tuna fish!"

"Well, then hurry up! Your sister has big news!"

Brittany's stomach falls. Her sister has news, which means…

She quickly dumps all the remaining tuna in the bowl (to Lord Tubbington's delight) and runs downstairs. But then again, she will never be able to outrun her sister.

Her beautiful, amazing sister. She's only two years younger, but she's already more perfect than that Brittany will ever be.

Beautiful, perfect Brianna.

The best track-runner in the country, or at least, that's what her parents say.

"Brittany!" her father, Pierce, says happily, "Come quickly! Brianna has amazing news, right Bri-bri?"

Brianna nods proudly and looks at Brittany. Brianna doesn't hate Brittany and Brittany doesn't hate Brianna, but both Pierce daughters know that their parents worship Brianna and Brianna doesn't mind it at all. She likes the attention and she gladly dives in all the praise their parents throw at her.

Brittany can't help but feel jealous.

"Ohio State has invited me to their campus in Columbus!" Brianna squeals, "They saw me running and they absolutely adore me. They want me on their team and I'm only fourteen. They understand that I am still young, but mom and dad agree. This is a chance I can't let go."

Whitney hugs her youngest daughter. "I am so proud of you, Bri-bri!" she says, "And soon, Brittany will get a football scholarship too and- gosh, I love you so much."

Brittany doesn't want a football scholarship.

"The Pierce family has been one of the most respected sport-orientated families for generations!" Pierce raises a glass, "And knowing that my daughters will carry on that legacy with track-running and football makes my heart go squeeee."

"To Brianna!" Whitney says.

"To Brianna!" Pierce yells proudly.

"To Brianna," Brittany sighs, "Does this mean we have to move again? I'm finally making friends and the people at this school at least respect my position as quarterback-"

"Brittany, not everything has to be about you, sweetheart," Whitney says sternly, "But since you are happy as quarterback, we will see. And about your friends… are they from the football team? You know I don't want you fooling around with all your teammates, right?"

"Mom!" she yelps, "And no, they're my friends from, uh, glee."

The laughter and celebrations die away. "Glee? As in singing and dancing glee?" her father asks disapprovingly. Brittany slowly nods.

"Brittany, how many times do we have to tell you to let go of your foolish dancing dream," Whitney shakes her head.

"Dance is a sport too!" Brittany protests.

"Enough!" Pierce yells, "Not today, Brittany, please. Football. That is your career now focus on that instead of this toying around. Dance isn't sport, it's art. We do not have time for that."

"But dad, I want to dance too," Brittany says, "It's not like I'm going to quit football- I love football. But don't make me choose between football and dancing. I have football and glee. Isn't that enough?"

But her parents ignore her. They continue praising Brianna and Brianna continues diving in it.

To give you an indication of how long I've been working on this fic: I started this before Whitney and Pierce appeared on glee. By that time, we only had names. Of course, my Whitney and Pierce aren't like canon Whitney and Pierce.

Just a little disclaimer: I have zero knowledge about football/track running, varsity teams, or just anything sport related in general.