Glee | The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Trouble | Brittany (4 of 7)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a second cycle, and then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eigth cycle, and ninth cycle.
Now comes the tenth cycle. And since that feels like it should be special, this is what I'm doing: Cycle 10 will feature my top 15 of some favorite things from Glee. Characters, ships, friends... It will be daily ficlets for numbers 15 down to 2, but number 1 will be a 7-chapter story :) Here we go!
Coming in at number one! - Part 4 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON TROUBLE"
Brittany
It was amazing how crabby people could be when you made them come back from their evening at home to their place of work.
Brittany had been sitting quietly in the library, the janitor pacing about like a satisfied hunter, for about twenty minutes when they started arriving. Principal Figgins came first. He marched up to the table, was about to start talking, but someone beat him to it.
“Brittany!” Sue Sylvester’s voice resonated against the walls of the library, so used to silence. The girl startled, shrinking into her chair as the coach came up to argue with Figgins and to chastise the blonde. Luckily, Mr. Schuester arrived quickly. Brittany just sat there as the adults argued, oblivious to her. Coach Sylvester claimed Mr. Schuester had corrupted her, to which he struck back with the fact Sue used her Cheerios as spies. The janitor insisted he’d done what Figgins was unable to do; he’d caught the culprit. Figgins looked to Brittany, and her perpetual faraway gaze. He sighed and stepped up to her.
“Will you tell me what happened here?” he asked, staring down. Sue and Will both stopped shouting, looking back to their student; they wanted to hear as well. All eyes on her, Brittany was quiet at first, as her mind struggled with how to respond. She could lie… They might believe her…
“I fell asleep. I got locked in. My phone isn’t working,” she stated very matter-of-factly.
“She’s lying…” was the start of the janitor’s protest, but Figgins cut him off, looking back to Brittany. Her spacyness did tend to back up her claim.
“Detention, one month. Miss Sylvester and Mr. Schuester will decide whether they see fit to add further punishment in their respective clubs. No more of this, understood?” Brittany gulped, but she nodded. “Alright, I’m going home; I suggest everyone does the same,” he looked to Brittany and the others alike. The blonde made a quick exit. She’d have to face the wrath of Sylvester in the morning, but not now.
The ‘wrath’ came, but she could take it, and the detention. It was the look on Mr. Schuester’s face that made her stomach sink. He was waiting, at the door, when she showed up for Glee. She stopped in front of him.
“Mr. Schue…” she started, but he stopped her.
“You didn’t fall asleep,” he opened. She didn’t reply. “What were you thinking?” he shook his head, and she looked down. “You skipped practice, and we were concerned, and you were hiding in the library? Why?”
“I… I fell asleep,” she maintained. She didn’t want to say.
“Brittany,” he went on shaking his head. “Look, you got off easy, do you realize that? You could have gotten in a lot more trouble, but more than that you could have hurt the club, your friends who worried for you.” Brittany looked through the door. The others were there, watching the argument. Will saw this as well and he sighed. “Go on and sit. We’ll talk more later.”
Brittany entered the room, sitting in the back, small in her place. She didn’t want to meet any eyes, which could be hard, with the way they all looked at her here and there throughout practice.
She was frustrated, and though she tried to hide it, she couldn’t. She was trying to be good, to participate, but her mind wasn’t in it. Once again she was thinking… of Patches, of his acts, which continued. Evidently they’d missed him, because when they’d all arrived the next morning, he’d left them more décor.
She’d wanted so much to show them that she was telling the truth, that she was right. All she’d managed to show them at this point was that she was crazy and had nothing to show. No, she just made trouble for everyone.
She didn’t want to get Glee Club in trouble… She kind of loved it. Maybe Miss Pillsbury was wrong after all. Maybe she should just let it go. It would make it so much easier on everyone.
As practice ended, she felt a hand on her arm and she looked over. She smiled, seeing Santana there. “Hi,” she nodded to her.
“What’s up with you and Schuester?” she asked. “And with Coach Sylvester, and the janitor, too… Everyone’s giving you the eye.” Brittany looked back, and she saw Mike, Tina, and Artie were also gathered around her.
“What happened to your knees?” Mike looked at them, and the others did as well.
“Did you really hide out in the library overnight?” Artie followed in the questioning. This last bit of information was new to the other three, and they stared back to the blonde. “Is it about the ghost again?” he asked, the only one of them who’d been there for the first conversation. She turned her eyes up to him, not saying a thing yet. From the looks on the others’ faces though, they seemed to have heard about her theory already. Brittany looked down to her knees, tried to pick at a small scab… She didn’t want to look.
“Maybe…” she spoke slowly. There was silence. She couldn’t see the others’ silent bit of decision making. But then, just as she’d let her knee go…
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Tina spoke. Brittany’s head shot back up.
“What?” she asked, looking to all of them. Santana gave a smile.
“We’ll help you,” Mike told her. “If there’s more of us out there, maybe there’s a better chance you’ll get through this in one piece,” he gave her an encouraging smile, and they chuckled.
“Okay,” she finally nodded. She got up, along with Santana, and the five left together. Mr. Schuester was still putting his things away, and Brittany hesitated to look at him as she passed him.
She added him to the list of those she needed to get this proof for. She was made determined once again, now that she had the others by her side. She wasn’t going to let them down now that they’d put their trust in her.
THE END TO BE CONTINUED
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3]
[Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6]
[Cycle 7] [Cycle 8] [Cycle 9]
[Cycle 10]
[190] [191] [192] [193] [194]
[195] [196] [197] [198] [199]
[200] [201] [202] [203]
[ [204] [205] [206]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Trouble"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 4/7] Brittany knows what's going on, but no one believe her because... well, it's Brittany...
Spoilers: 112 Mattress, I guess ;)
Now comes the tenth cycle. And since that feels like it should be special, this is what I'm doing: Cycle 10 will feature my top 15 of some favorite things from Glee. Characters, ships, friends... It will be daily ficlets for numbers 15 down to 2, but number 1 will be a 7-chapter story :) Here we go!
Coming in at number one! - Part 4 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON TROUBLE"
Brittany
It was amazing how crabby people could be when you made them come back from their evening at home to their place of work.
Brittany had been sitting quietly in the library, the janitor pacing about like a satisfied hunter, for about twenty minutes when they started arriving. Principal Figgins came first. He marched up to the table, was about to start talking, but someone beat him to it.
“Brittany!” Sue Sylvester’s voice resonated against the walls of the library, so used to silence. The girl startled, shrinking into her chair as the coach came up to argue with Figgins and to chastise the blonde. Luckily, Mr. Schuester arrived quickly. Brittany just sat there as the adults argued, oblivious to her. Coach Sylvester claimed Mr. Schuester had corrupted her, to which he struck back with the fact Sue used her Cheerios as spies. The janitor insisted he’d done what Figgins was unable to do; he’d caught the culprit. Figgins looked to Brittany, and her perpetual faraway gaze. He sighed and stepped up to her.
“Will you tell me what happened here?” he asked, staring down. Sue and Will both stopped shouting, looking back to their student; they wanted to hear as well. All eyes on her, Brittany was quiet at first, as her mind struggled with how to respond. She could lie… They might believe her…
“I fell asleep. I got locked in. My phone isn’t working,” she stated very matter-of-factly.
“She’s lying…” was the start of the janitor’s protest, but Figgins cut him off, looking back to Brittany. Her spacyness did tend to back up her claim.
“Detention, one month. Miss Sylvester and Mr. Schuester will decide whether they see fit to add further punishment in their respective clubs. No more of this, understood?” Brittany gulped, but she nodded. “Alright, I’m going home; I suggest everyone does the same,” he looked to Brittany and the others alike. The blonde made a quick exit. She’d have to face the wrath of Sylvester in the morning, but not now.
The ‘wrath’ came, but she could take it, and the detention. It was the look on Mr. Schuester’s face that made her stomach sink. He was waiting, at the door, when she showed up for Glee. She stopped in front of him.
“Mr. Schue…” she started, but he stopped her.
“You didn’t fall asleep,” he opened. She didn’t reply. “What were you thinking?” he shook his head, and she looked down. “You skipped practice, and we were concerned, and you were hiding in the library? Why?”
“I… I fell asleep,” she maintained. She didn’t want to say.
“Brittany,” he went on shaking his head. “Look, you got off easy, do you realize that? You could have gotten in a lot more trouble, but more than that you could have hurt the club, your friends who worried for you.” Brittany looked through the door. The others were there, watching the argument. Will saw this as well and he sighed. “Go on and sit. We’ll talk more later.”
Brittany entered the room, sitting in the back, small in her place. She didn’t want to meet any eyes, which could be hard, with the way they all looked at her here and there throughout practice.
She was frustrated, and though she tried to hide it, she couldn’t. She was trying to be good, to participate, but her mind wasn’t in it. Once again she was thinking… of Patches, of his acts, which continued. Evidently they’d missed him, because when they’d all arrived the next morning, he’d left them more décor.
She’d wanted so much to show them that she was telling the truth, that she was right. All she’d managed to show them at this point was that she was crazy and had nothing to show. No, she just made trouble for everyone.
She didn’t want to get Glee Club in trouble… She kind of loved it. Maybe Miss Pillsbury was wrong after all. Maybe she should just let it go. It would make it so much easier on everyone.
As practice ended, she felt a hand on her arm and she looked over. She smiled, seeing Santana there. “Hi,” she nodded to her.
“What’s up with you and Schuester?” she asked. “And with Coach Sylvester, and the janitor, too… Everyone’s giving you the eye.” Brittany looked back, and she saw Mike, Tina, and Artie were also gathered around her.
“What happened to your knees?” Mike looked at them, and the others did as well.
“Did you really hide out in the library overnight?” Artie followed in the questioning. This last bit of information was new to the other three, and they stared back to the blonde. “Is it about the ghost again?” he asked, the only one of them who’d been there for the first conversation. She turned her eyes up to him, not saying a thing yet. From the looks on the others’ faces though, they seemed to have heard about her theory already. Brittany looked down to her knees, tried to pick at a small scab… She didn’t want to look.
“Maybe…” she spoke slowly. There was silence. She couldn’t see the others’ silent bit of decision making. But then, just as she’d let her knee go…
“Okay, if you’re sure,” Tina spoke. Brittany’s head shot back up.
“What?” she asked, looking to all of them. Santana gave a smile.
“We’ll help you,” Mike told her. “If there’s more of us out there, maybe there’s a better chance you’ll get through this in one piece,” he gave her an encouraging smile, and they chuckled.
“Okay,” she finally nodded. She got up, along with Santana, and the five left together. Mr. Schuester was still putting his things away, and Brittany hesitated to look at him as she passed him.
She added him to the list of those she needed to get this proof for. She was made determined once again, now that she had the others by her side. She wasn’t going to let them down now that they’d put their trust in her.
THE END TO BE CONTINUED
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3]
[Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6]
[Cycle 7] [Cycle 8] [Cycle 9]
[Cycle 10]
[190] [191] [192] [193] [194]
[195] [196] [197] [198] [199]
[200] [201] [202] [203]
[ [204] [205] [206]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Trouble"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 4/7] Brittany knows what's going on, but no one believe her because... well, it's Brittany...
Spoilers: 112 Mattress, I guess ;)