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Brittany hasn't tweeted in two days. The last thing she said was 'I need a holiday #RightNow'. Normally she'd be spitting out one liner's at random times during the day but all I've seen on my twitter feed is Quinn list what her boyfriend Sam can fit in his ginormous mouth. After reading two tennis balls I lost it.

I have cheerleading practice tonight so I'm going to keep my phone in my sports bra in case Brittany tweets. I was thinking of putting my phone in my spanks but that would result in it vibrating if she does tweet or I get a message. I don't really want to feel stimulation down there during practice, unless of course Brittany shows up and takes me in front of everyone.

That would either make some girls jealous that they don't have the confidence to even think of doing that, or it would make them flee back inside. I'm not even sure they would recognize her, because she isn't really well known I think. I wouldn't be surprised if they did know Brittany if I showed them a picture. That would be awkward though. I mean I have a folder on my phone dedicated to Brittany and that one picture hidden in my drawer, but that doesn't mean I go around flaunting it – hence why it's hidden away.

School's over in 3 minutes, but Mr. Burton isn't paying attention to the class so I grab my stuff and walk out. Ever since we introduced him to Angry Birds he hasn't really taught us anything this year. Not that we object to it – the whole class has blatantly told him we'd rather him reach his high score than have us pass the class.

I arrive on the field and notice Quinn is waving me over. "My parents are out so they want me to stay at yours tonight," she states. Quinn's one of those people that don't ask for things, she demands. She's done it for the past two years so it's something I've grown used to. Her parents kind of freak me out with their overwhelming kindness. They feed me four courses every time I go over there, so I try to keep our sleepovers at my house because my parents don't bother us.

Quinn talks about saving herself for someone God will bless her with one day. She says she'll know he's been sent from God because he'll have this white light surrounding him. I tried to tell her she'll only be able to see that white light if she's high on something or if she's dead and she's being called towards the light by some majestical being.

I've learnt to accept Quinn's beliefs, because she's slowly trying to accept that I like sex – with girls. I never really thanked her for sticking by me despite our opposite views. She did invite me to church once and I actually enjoyed it. I told my mom I went with Quinn and she got upset because she always tried to make me go. So to make her happy I attended church with her for three months and we still do occasionally – mainly when dad isn't working on something in his spare time.

My dad's a Vet, so he's busy saving animals every day. I tweeted the other day that my dad just saved a baby bird from a thunder storm last night and my Aunt Lindsay retweeted it and added a link to a photo of her holding a chicken by it's legs, 'Why save em' when you can eat em'?' We haven't spoken to my dad's family in a few years because of differences.

Dad said we're not allowed to get a pet because he'll be upset if they get sick or die and I keep reminding him that if that happens he'll know how to fix them. My mom's a beautician, so she's been keeping my skin clean since I was in the womb. Legend has it I came out of the womb with long caramel locks and blush already applied to my cheeks. My mom wants me to follow in her footsteps but reminds me that I am able make my own future. I don't really know what I want to do after I finish school because it hasn't crossed my mind yet.

I'll probably just end up like a real housewife of Lima or something.

"I think Puckerman mentioned something about going to a bar with Sam tonight," Quinn says as we jog across the field to get into position for our routine.

"Puck has no trouble getting into bars, but Sam looks like a newly born infant still waiting for his teeth to come in," I tease.

Quinn rolls her eyes and starts stretching. "Believe me, he has teeth," Quinn finishes with a wink. I feel vomit rise into my mouth and pretend to let loose on Quinn. She squeals and ends up slapping my cheek. Her nails graze against my skin and I squeeze my eyes shut and wince.

"Holy shit Quinn since when did you grow your cuticles."

"I don't know what those are," she huffs, "but that better not be a part of your lesbian lingo. I told you to include me in everything you say!" She walks off toward the other side of the pyramid.

I laugh to myself and then quickly cover my ears when Coach's voice screeches through the megaphone. "You think this is hard, try fighting your body building Aunt for the latest gold track suit pants in Macy's, that's hard!"

Quinn drives me home and decides to call her parents during the ride. I lean over and steer for her while she convinces her mom there will be no fornication happening this evening. She honestly gives no fucks for road rules. I sometimes question her entire existence because she is just one big contradiction.

We park in the driveway and head inside. My mom grins as we walk in and wraps her arms around me. My face is squished against her chest and I notice Quinn try to hide her laughter.

"Mom, let go," I plead.

"Sorry honey, but your father and I are going to be gone tonight. My sister is having a party and you know her house is up in the mountains so we'll be staying there over night."

I immediately look over to Quinn and watch her grin mischievously. My expression mirrors hers and I look to my parents to see if they've noticed.

"There's $50 on the bench for food and anything else you might need," my dad adds. He grabs two bags by the door and heads to the car.

"Have fun," I yell with a smirk. I blow a kiss goodbye to each of them and watch them drive off down the street.

Quinn and I break out in our happy dance – which only really involves continuous head banging for a few minutes until we both collapse.

We've been in the kitchen for a few hours trying to make one of Quinn's recipes for cupcakes. Apparently they melt in your mouth, but I'm yet to even see them so until then I won't believe Quinn. While she's reading over her notes I pull out my phone and sigh when Brittany still hasn't tweeted anything. She did say she needed a holiday; maybe she left for Europe or somewhere exotic. I really want to tell Quinn she tweeted me back but I don't think she'd care. Either that or her eyes would turn devil red, she would pull holy water out of her bag and promise to make me better.

Quinn repeatedly tells me she's never watched porn or had the temptation to, but I don't believe her for a second. I heard Sam tell Puck one day in the hall that he isn't allowed to come over on Tuesday nights because apparently she has a celibacy club. I don't even think that exists, so obviously Quinn has to be this crazed horny teenager who chooses porn over God. I mean, I could be wrong.

"Santana stop tweeting to your imaginary girlfriend and help me!" I glare at her and put my phone away.

"She isn't imaginary," I mumble.

Quinn smirks, "she isn't your girlfriend either."

"Well thank you captain obvious for pointing that one out. She's hotter than anyone you've ever been with though."

"I've never actually seen her, show me a picture."

"She doesn't really have pictures with her clothes on. Even her twitter icon is a little naughty," I say wiggling my eyebrows.

Quinn fake gags and continues making the cupcakes. I hear the doorbell ring and frown. My parents either forgot their fluffy hand cuffs or they're coming back to tell me not to use them.

I tell Quinn to keep baking and slowly walk towards the door. I can't peek through the curtain without being obvious because they're so thick I'll have to use two hands and by the time I've pulled them back, the killer outside will probably have sneaked inside.

I look behind me quickly just to make sure I didn't miss the baseball bat conveniently resting against the wall. I then turn towards the door, take the biggest deep breath of my life and open it.

"What up Lopez," Puck's standing on the porch with a smug looking grin and his huge aviators on.

I exhale the breath and roll my eyes. "Oh god, did Quinn tell you my parents were out?" I fold my arms across my chest and tap my foot against the floor.

"She may have mentioned something to Sam and then Sam told me because you might be feeling lonely."

I roll my eyes, "No thank you Puck, but I appreciate you stopping by."

He presses his giant palm against the door as I try to close it. "I swear I won't try anything," he says with his bottom lip jutting out.

I squint at him and then notice Sam running up beside him. "Thanks for this Lopez, I haven't spent alone time with Quinn in so long," he pats my shoulder as he jogs inside.

"Weren't you guys supposed to be going to a bar?"

"Vagina lips didn't get in," Puck groans. I laugh and step to the side.

Puck grins, removes his glasses and struts passed me. Seriously, Puck is about as smooth as my Uncle Derek's two year old beard.

Even though I can't be bothered dealing with more than one person tonight, I allow them to stay and help us cook because from what I remember Puck makes a mean apple pie and coincidentally we have all the ingredients.

We end up burning the cupcakes; well Quinn does because Sam was distracting her. So we settle in the living room after making popcorn and put on a movie. 15 minutes into the film Quinn and Sam start making out on the sofa and Puck is sliding closer to me. I raise a hand to his face and give him a warning look.

"How about we go in the pool?" Quinn pulls back from Sam and nods in agreement. She runs outside and drags Sam with her.

"Wear that nice red suit," Puck suggests smirking and throws his shirt off before following them.

"In your dreams," I mutter. I huff and decide to go along with them because I don't really want to watch Project X alone.

The doorbell rings again just as I stand up and I yell out to Puck that he better not have invited more friends. He shouts something back but I don't hear him as I open the front door and witness whose standing on my porch. I stand here completely paralysed and doe-eyed at the figure in front of me.

She looks me up and down before smirking into my soul. "I was right, you are hot."

Brittany's been pacing around her apartment for half an hour. She needs a break, more specifically a holiday – a holiday away from work and the stress of looking overly sexual every day. It's her choice of course; it isn't anyone else's fault. She's been working so hard since she joined the industry two years ago and no one ever thought she would become one of the most sought after adult stars. Her films that are for sale in stores have been the most popular in the past month.

Brittany thinks it's because of the horny teenagers. She knows she has a lot of teenage fans because they tweet her occasionally. However, they aren't as dedicated as the forty year old men that constantly ask her erotic questions about how wet she is for them. She pays no attention to them, unless she's asked to do a live video chat and immediately puts on this persona that allows her to answer the most disturbing questions.

Her recent Q&A brought her some interesting questions. They had never been this serious and heartfelt before. Normally her fans are directly asking to have sex with her or to fantasize about them while she's masturbating, but this time one girl really hit her hard with a question she took two hours and thirty eight minutes to answer. She had never been asked by her fellow adult stars, her management or her friends if she would ever give up her career – especially if she fell in love.

She knows she wants love more than anything; she's just never been in love. Even if the girl of her dreams came along and said it was okay for her to keep doing what she's doing, Brittany would stop. That's really the only reason she would stop working.

She doesn't consider herself famous, she considers herself lucky to have people that admire her.

So this girl, LimaHeightsBitch, turns out she is as beautiful as she sounds. Brittany did a bit of stalking after she received the question and found out that Santana Lopez is quite the heart breaker. Looks wise, she's the opposite of Brittany. Her tweets make her sound feisty, except for the occasional few about how she just wants someone to cuddle.

Brittany thinks it's sweet. She notices the girl lives in Lima, Ohio. Brittany frowns because she's never heard of that town, nor has she lived anywhere close to it. She's been a city girl all her life, but she thinks she'd be willing to move out to places like Lima if all the girls look like Santana.

Besides needing a permanent woman in her life and desperately needing a holiday, Brittany's been pacing like a maniac because her beloved cat Lord Tubbington is sick. She's been living with him since she moved out of her parents house at 16 and now they're bond is unbreakable. She tells the girls at work that he accepts her choice of career as long as she accepts he has a drug addiction.

Her friend Theresa is slamming open the door of her apartment and yelling something that Brittany can't understand because her arms are flinging everywhere. Brittany starts to laugh hysterically with tears streaming down her face because nothing really makes sense to her right now.

How did Theresa even get into her apartment? Why does she feel like there's a gaping hole in her chest?

"Brittany will you stop laughing? This is serious!"

The blonde holds her stomach as her laughter dies down and finally looks back up to her friend. "Nothing is ever serious in my life," she states sadly.

"There's no time for pouting, you haven't been answering my calls or anyone else's. We all thought you had skipped town to start a new life as a house wife in a small village."

"Why would I want to live in a small village?" Brittany asks with a frown.

"That's not the point," Theresa groans. "We want to know if you're going on holiday or you can be at work tomorrow."

"Holiday," Brittany spits out. She really doesn't want to go back, not yet anyway. For the past few weeks she's been contemplating whether or not to quit all together. She hasn't found anyone special and for some lame reason Brittany thought she could find a potential wife in the porn industry. She's a really good actress, even though people say porn stars are only good for one thing.

"Is that right?" Theresa raises an eyebrow and scans the apartment. There are no suitcases anywhere, nor are there clothes folded ready to pack.

Brittany nods and slowly pulls a small bag out from under her bed. "Everything's packed already," she stutters out.

"Where are you off to?"

Brittany looks to the ceiling for answers. She could easily say New York or Miami – somewhere they won't bother calling because they'll know she's safe. She gets distracted by the buzz of her phone. Her eyes notice the small twitter icon and a small light bulb flashes in her head.

"Ohio." She remembers scrolling down Santana's twitter page and noticing that the girl listed dirty names to replace her boring Ohio town.

Theresa's eyes widen. "You're going to holiday in Ohio?"

Brittany nods, grinning like a Cheshire cat who just got away with murdering the Queen of hearts.

"Correct." Brittany sends her a firm nod.

"Why there?" Theresa moves toward the bed and plops down.

"Well, Lord Tubbington is sick and…" She pauses, unsure what her story is. She should have thought about this before instead of weirdly pacing around her apartment. She should have known one of her co stars would be worried because she hasn't touched pussy in 24 hours. Well besides Tubbs.

"…And?"

Brittany remembers reading one of Santana's tweets about her father being a Vet. "And there is this world renowned Vet there so I'm going to take him to get a check-up."

"How did you find out about this?"

Brittany bites her lip then smiles, "Google."

Theresa believed her friends lie, even though it wasn't technically a lie. It was more of a fanciful story created in Brittany's strange mind – much like her tweets.

She gathered some clothes after checking what the weather is like in Ohio. She packed two coats for Lord Tubbington and his favourite food – fondue. Her drawer of toys is emptied into her bag at the bottom and then her clothes are stacked on top. She doesn't want them falling out and turning on if people are around.

She ends up at the airport the next day. She doesn't want her fans to know she's going to be out of town because they'll probably show up at the airport, so she turns off her phone for the day until she reaches Ohio. Her flight ends up being delayed for a couple hours so she gets in some sleep before she has to leave Los Angeles.

Her flight isn't smooth like the pilot promised. She had to sit next to a woman and her child and every time she needed to use the restroom they glared at Brittany like they recognised her.

Brittany slept the rest of the flight when she returned from the restroom, because if she opened her eyes, the judgemental woman and her child would stare into her soul and witness all of the sins she's committed.

She carried Lord Tubbington to the taxi after she got her bag and when the driver asked where she was headed, Brittany choked. She came all the way here and didn't even have a plan. Lord Tubbington is probably going to become sick if they just sit in this taxi so Brittany turns on her phone and clicks the twitter app.

She knows Santana would most likely not have her address online and definitely not want a porn star staying at her home, so she scrolls through her contacts and wonders if she has any family out here. After the realisation that most of her family despise her and they wouldn't be caught dead in a town like this, she locks her phone and stares at the driver.

He has some serious eyebrow issues. They need to be plucked and shaped. His cuticles are dirty and his hair looks like the home of a few adult pigeons.

"Ma'am, you're going to have to get out if you can't give me a destination. My wife just ordered this movie Heights and she'll be disappointed if I'm not home to watch it with her."

The light bulb flashes in Brittany's head again. LimaHeightsBitch.

"Lima Heights please."

The taxi driver raises his eyebrows and gives her an 'are you serious' look.

"What's the problem," she asks innocently.

"Uh," he stutters, "nothing at all, buckle up please."

Brittany nods happily and straps in.

When they arrive 45 minutes later, Brittany pays the driver and steps out of the car. She grabs her bag and Lord tubbington before scanning her surroundings. She definitely isn't in Los Angeles any more. She can see a few hills, but no expensive looking houses sit on top of them.

"Are you lost?" A voice says behind her.

She turns around and notices a man with tight curls on his head. "Um, kind of. I'm looking for someone."

"Oh, maybe I can help," he says grinning. He's about to walk forward when he notices the huge cat in Brittany's arms.

"He won't bite," Brittany giggles. The man purses his lips and steps back anyway.

"So who are you looking for?"

"Santana Lopez, she's a high school student."

"Oh Santana Lopez, she's in my Spanish class. She lives just two blocks away. I had to take her home after she crashed one of our Glee club parties," he laughs to himself, "I can take you if you like."

Brittany shakes her head. "That's okay, could you maybe just write the address down?"

"Sure. I'm Will Schuester by the way."

Brittany bites her lip, "Brittany."

"Okay Brittany," he laughs, "here you go." He hands her a piece of paper and Brittany thanks him before setting off down the street.

She's used to older guys hitting on her, but that's back in LA. Will seemed sweet, but definitely not the type of person you want to be walking down an unfamiliar street alone with.

While walking to Santana's house, she wonders what her excuse is going to be. The fact that Santana asked her a question proves to Brittany that she's aware of Brittany's career. It doesn't prove she's a fan however. The question seemed really serious and patronizing. Brittany's wondering if she's making a big mistake by going to the girl's house – but really, where else is she going to go?

The hotels here won't allow Lord Tubbington inside; even if Brittany tries to flirt her way passed the concierge. This is really her only option.

The house is big – bigger than all the other houses in the street. Brittany thinks it's because Santana's dad earns a lot. She's sure her mom has a well-paying job too. Maybe even Santana has a job. What if Santana's working right now and not at home? What if her parents answer the door?

With that painful thought on Brittany's mind, she places her bag down and carries Lord Tubbington around the side of the house because the curtains are down at the front. She peeks through the window and notices four teenagers watching a movie. Two of them are making out and the other guy is eyeing Santana up and down. When Brittany realised that this girl was Santana, she felt her stomach do back flips. This girl is definitely even more beautiful in person.

She thinks it's fate somehow, that Lord Tubbington became sick and Santana's dad just happens to be a Vet. She knows she could have gone to her local Vet in Los Angeles, but seeing the smug look on Theresa's face just brought on lie after lie.

The two blondes are running outside and the taller tanned guy follows after exchanging some words with Santana. Santana doesn't look too happy, Brittany thinks. She looks like she could kill her friends and get away with it. Brittany doesn't think she's that type of girl though. Brittany admires the darker girl when she stretches out on the sofa before standing up. Her lips form a lazy smile. She could definitely watch Santana all night.

Brittany creeps back toward the front door and waits a moment before ringing the doorbell. Now she knows that there are seemingly no parents around, she isn't afraid to go in – that's if Santana invites her in.

When the door flies open Brittany watches Santana's seemingly enraged face disappear and turn completely vague. Brittany giggles and licks her lips.

"I was right, you are hot."

Did the guys put something in that popcorn? That's impossible, I made it. I subtly pinch my thigh and wince softly. This is not a dream. This doesn't happen though. The person you most want to meet in the world doesn't show up on your door step. So, this has to either be a dream and that pinching yourself shit is bull, or this is a television show. Either way Brittany Pierce is in front of me and I can't open my mouth or move.

That's probably for the best. I would probably blurt out that I'm in love with her or leap forward to kiss her. There are so many answers that I need from her.

"H-H-How do you know where I live?" It feels like my mouth isn't even moving, I'm kind of just sending her a blank stare. I hope she doesn't get freaked out.

"Twitter."

"You answered my tweet," I say robotically.

She giggles and I fee like I'm dead. My favourite person in the whole world is at my house. If I tell her that she'll probably be freaked out because we haven't met before so one; how could I be in love with her and two; how could she be my favourite person in the entire world. I'm sweating. I can feel the fucking sweat on my hair line.

"I can tell you the whole story if you let me in," she says with a slight smirk. My eyes stare down at her lips and watch them move in slow motion. She swipes her tongue across them and bites them and I feel my own mouth twitching. I'm blankly nodding until I realise that she's walking into my house and my friends are still here.

"Wait!" My body moves into motion and I grab Brittany's arm. I notice some movement in the distance before hearing a voice.

"Santana why are you screaming? Get in the pool with us!"

I quickly grab Brittany and open the closet door, pushing her in and closing it behind us. "Santana?" I hear Quinn yell again.

It's dark in here. I can't remember if my dad fixed the light or not. My hand grazes the wall as I try and find the switch and eventually flick it on. I turn my head and see Brittany staring down at me. I knew she was tall but I didn't realise it would be this sexy to have her towering over me.

"This is fucking weird," I whisper staring at her.

"Actually, it's kind of cosy," she says smirking and places her hand against the door behind my head.

I watch her arm muscles contract. I can't believe I'm staring at Brittany Pierce's arm up close. My eyes trail back up to her eyes and the smirk is still evident on her lips.

"Why don't you want your friends to see me?" She asks with a smug grin.

"No reason," I stutter out, "I just don't know how to explain who you are."

"Just tell them I'm a child hood friend."

"That I've never mentioned before?" We both laugh. Brittany bites her lip then places her arm back by her side.

"As much as I love being this close to beautiful girls," she steps forward and her breath hits my nose, "I think I'm going to have to leave this small closet before I pass out."

I decide to smirk and flirt back, because even though Brittany Pierce is standing in my closet with me I feel an ounce of confidence rise within me.

"Pass out from claustrophobia, or from me being so beautiful?" I lick my lips slowly, knowing how much she loves lips.

Her smirk disappears slightly as she watches my lips work their magic. Her eyes find mine again and she laughs and turns the handle. I follow her out, both of us walking against the tiles softly. I can hear Puck telling Sam to stop getting his mack on with Quinn. I turn to Brittany and notice her eyes wandering down my body to my ass. "Like what you see?" I continue to flirt.

Her eyes flicker up to mine and she shrugs. "A little." We exchange smiles and then I lead her upstairs to my bedroom.

"So I think I'm going to go kick my friends out and then I'll be right back to um," I pause and blink a few times. I'm not imagining this. Brittany Pierce is sitting on my bed smiling back at me.

"Yes?" She asks giggling.

I shake my head and back up towards the door, not realising it's closed. "Ouch, um," Brittany giggles louder, "okay so I'm not normally this awkward," I purse my lips, "probably because I've never had a porn star in my room," I mutter to myself.

"I'll tell you everything when you get back," Brittany says and before I leave I notice her wink at me.

I close the door behind me and begin to walk away. I suddenly stop and turn around, pushing my door open to witness Brittany Pierce in my room again.

"Holy shit," I breathe, "you're still here."

"I am," she answers in a wickedly sultry voice. She then smirks and crosses a leg over the other. I gulp loudly.

"Okay," I say breathlessly and walk out once again. I run downstairs and exit into the backyard. Puck is dangling his legs in the water and looks up at me with a grin.

"Thank god you're here San, they've been ma-"

"Get out," I pant out. Puck frowns and walks towards me.

"I'm sorry?"

"You will be if you don't get out," I say firmly and watch him back off.

"Both of you," I shout to Quinn and Sam, "my parents are coming home so you have to go."

Quinn frowns, "but my parents and your parents know I'm here San."

"You can always stay my house," Sam says with a smirk. Quinn smirks back and nods. They grab their stuff and run out the door.

"Thanks for nothing Lopez," Puck shouts as he walks out the door.

I roll my eyes, "Just go watch some porn and wank over it Puckerman."

"Maybe I will." I slam the door behind them and walk back upstairs slowly. I didn't really think this out at all. Now that I'm alone with Brittany in my house anything can happen. I'm not even legal yet. She probably thinks I'm a little pervert that watches her videos as some sick joke. Oh god I have to explain everything to her...Right after she tells me what her perfectly shaped ass is doing here.

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