Disclaimer: I'm in university, nothing but massive student debt is mine.
Spoilers: Nothing essential to canon-plot.
A/N: Right, so I realized I'm not so good with 'the dialogue' or chaptered stories in general. So I've decided to do this story in series of one-shots. See how it turns out/if I can pull it off and so forth. Plus I never had a serious plot for this; it's more of a development of the character I wanted to explore in my own way. Hope you guy's enjoy/tolerate it! :D
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Eventually cheerleading won the blonde over. The routines were fun and challenging; they helped with the clumsiness she had acquired from an unexpected growth spurt the year before. The one that sent Brittany's self image into a steep nosedive while she stood almost a head taller than most of the girls at McKinley High School.
Even the daily screech of the bullhorn as Sue spat out the newest insult regarding the Cheerio's was no longer a deterrent. She fit in, and Brittany was adamant to keep it that way.
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So when Quinn requested the help of her fellow Cheerio's to spy on Rachel and expose her rather blatant attraction to Finn, Santana eagerly jumped at the chance while Brittany dutifully followed suit. After all, as abrasive and cold as Quinn came off, she was a friend and a teammate. They learned routines together, endured Sue's wrath, and regularly hung out after school. For all she knew, it could be fun.
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Brittany never thought she'd fall for one of her fellow glee club members. Especially one who wore bright green eye shadow and had blue streaks in her hair, and dressed like a groupie of Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Especially one who just so happened to be a girl.
But as clichéd and nauseating as it seemed while thinking back on it, something in her just clicked after practice one day.
A rather mundane practice it had been too, and while she stood listening to Quinn and Santana plotting something or other concerning Rachel, Brittany just happened to glance over and spot Artie and Tina exiting the choir room.
Her hand, always layered with so many bracelets and arm warmers dropped down to rest on his shoulder, squeezing slightly – there was nothing more too it, and yet the cheerleader felt a pang as she watched them leave. It wasn't jealousy directed towards Artie, or at least she hoped that wasn't the case.
As it was, all Brittany could think about as she drove home was that whatever it was she had just experienced, she had no doubt it wouldn't lead anywhere good.