i'm a fool in so many ways / re-arrival, ota, spoilers!
All her life, Brittany Susan Pierce lived in the shadow of a multiaward winning, gold recording artist of Britney Spears: Britney Spears/Brittany S. Pierce. Brittany Spierce. It was a burden she bared for her short sixteen years on earth- when the Aliens don't abduct her on their really cool spaceship and probe her (which is really hot!)- because she knew that she would never be as hot, talented or famous as the older woman. She wasn't even brave enough to shave her head, because she was sure she'd look like an adult baby with boobs. Then the hot tooth doctor gave her the magic gas, Santana called it anesthesia, and everything changed for one Brittany S. Pierce.
She was better than Britney. Hotter. She even danced better than Britney did, but she wasn't really surprised, because she's been dancing since she was a baby. Or something like that. She didn't actually remember being a baby but she did remember something that the king of the alligators- when she spent the summer lost in the sewers he proposed to her, but she regretfully declined- told her, that she might have lost her earlier memories because the magic sewer took them after a few days. It made sense to her.
She would get every solo in Glee club, now; she not only was better than Britney, she was better than everyone else. Hotter, too. That's exactly what she said, what she told everyone, making a point to look at one Rachel Berry whose eyes shot with alarm at her suggestion. With a nonchalant shrug, Brittany reclined in the chair next to Santana, but when she reached over to swing pinkies with her, she was gone. The choir room was gone. Mr. Shue's really long speech was gone, too. Not that she was listening, or ever listened, anyway. Instead of the choir room, she was sitting on a wooden bench besides a large building that looked all too familiar.
“I don't want to be probed today. Brittany Spierce doesn't get probed unless you ask.” She told no one in particular, but she felt that if the Aliens had something to do with this, she should get that out of the way first and foremost.
She was better than Britney. Hotter. She even danced better than Britney did, but she wasn't really surprised, because she's been dancing since she was a baby. Or something like that. She didn't actually remember being a baby but she did remember something that the king of the alligators- when she spent the summer lost in the sewers he proposed to her, but she regretfully declined- told her, that she might have lost her earlier memories because the magic sewer took them after a few days. It made sense to her.
She would get every solo in Glee club, now; she not only was better than Britney, she was better than everyone else. Hotter, too. That's exactly what she said, what she told everyone, making a point to look at one Rachel Berry whose eyes shot with alarm at her suggestion. With a nonchalant shrug, Brittany reclined in the chair next to Santana, but when she reached over to swing pinkies with her, she was gone. The choir room was gone. Mr. Shue's really long speech was gone, too. Not that she was listening, or ever listened, anyway. Instead of the choir room, she was sitting on a wooden bench besides a large building that looked all too familiar.
“I don't want to be probed today. Brittany Spierce doesn't get probed unless you ask.” She told no one in particular, but she felt that if the Aliens had something to do with this, she should get that out of the way first and foremost.