FIC: Heartbreak Hotel [2/?]
Title: Heartbreak Hotel [2/?]
Rating: PG-13
Brittany wasn't dumb. She knew exactly what was going on between Quinn and Rachel. But, sometimes, she wished she were just as oblivious as everyone else. Faberry, Brittberry.
Chp 1
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
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The following week was spent in a daze. Brittany had pondered and wondered over the predicament she recently found herself in. But the more she thought about it, the more unfocused she became of everything else in her life.
Besides, nothing much had come out from all that thinking except for how great Rachel's legs looked in those skirts of hers.
Brittany resisted the urge to slap herself silly for the nth time and settled for a small, frustrated groan. Fantasizing about Rachel really didn't help in her situation. At all. Ever.
Stumbling slightly in her Cheerios routine, Brittany managed to keep herself from bumping into the girl next to her. Unfortunately, her unprecedented moves had already caught the attention of some.
"Focus!" came the distinctive shout as one Sue Sylvester let out a frustrated growl of her own.
Brittany quickly moved in tune to the beat of the music, all the while avoiding meeting Santana's prodding gaze. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about Rachel, especially during practice. She needed to focus on the cheer routine and forget about her problems for the time being.
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Brittany absolutely failed on all counts when a flash of argyle later appeared just at the corner of her vision. Only one person is brave enough to wear such type of clothing. So it didn't take much of a guess as to whom the figure hidden slightly behind the bleachers was. Rachel Berry.
Brittany's smile widen at the idea that Rachel was here watching. But then reality completely set in and she realized that Rachel was probably here to watch Quinn practice. Her smile faltered just a bit, but Brittany made sure to keep on smiling; cheerleaders were suppose to smile during their performances, practice or not.
As she twirled, Brittany spared a glance at Quinn who had moved in front of her.
Quinn looked both pristine and calm and completely oblivious to Rachel's presence. Brittany felt her jaw tense ever so slightly.
"Focus!" Sue barked once more and Brittany was thrown out of her contemplations. Shaking the distinctive ringing in her ears - courtesy of Sue Sylvester - and ignoring the pointed look Santana was giving her, Brittany concentrated on the routine they've been practicing since forever.
But then the fact that Rachel was around would cause her to slightly falter again, which resulted in Sue narrowing her eyes just that more and Santana showering her with further looks.
Brittany tried to forget that Rachel was around. Of course, her focus didn't last long as Brittany decided to sneak another peek at Quinn.
Rachel was here for Quinn and the girl didn't even notice.
Brittany felt her insides lurch.
Soon after, Rachel manages to catch Quinn's eyes and gives the captain a small wave and smile.
Quinn's legs quiver faintly and nearly give out in response at the shock, but she manages to finish up the routine without fail. With her arms stretched up high and a big smile plastered on her face, Quinn subtly looks around at the surrounding Cheerios. She desperately hoped that no one else had seen Rachel's (secret) nearby presence.
But Brittany had seen Rachel. And Brittany had most definitely seen Quinn's adverse reaction to the little diva's surprise appearance.
Her heart clenched a little tighter.
It just wasn't fair.
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"Hit the showers!" came the shout as the command boomed loudly through the bullhorn, effectively scattering the cheerleaders on the football field.
With a disappointed sigh, Sue then let her raised arm fall and griped the bullhorn a little bit harder. There was just no excuse for suck a lack luster performance.
"Babies. I'm surrounded by ill-coordinated babies," she muttered to herself.
A quiver and a distracted Cheerio. Sue wasn't sure where she had gone wrong. A slight chuckle passed her lips. Who was she kidding? Nothing she did was ever wrong. Sue's lips suddenly thinned as a thought weaved its way into her mind. Something, or someone, was messing with her Cheerios. And Sue was going to get to the bottom of it.
Watching as Brittany, her best dancer on the squad, walk past with Santana sticking close by, Sue crossed her arms. Perhaps she'd question Santana later on what was distracting the tall blonde. Until then, Sue eyed the girl following after the two.
"You feeling alright Quinn?" she asks almost nonchalantly.
Said girl jumps slightly at the questioning before nervously looking back, blinking a few times more than necessary. Sue observed as Quinn flaunted that false smile of hers before promptly replying. "I'm just really tired from Glee Club."
Her stomach plummeted as Sue simply stared after her Cheerios captain as the girl quickly walked off. A slight look of suspicion washed over Sue.
Glee Club. She should have known.
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Watching as the last of the Cheerios left the room, Santana made her move. Speeding towards a familiar blonde, Santana effectively blocked the girl's path towards escaping her.
Crossing her arms, Santana gave Brittany a look that showed she meant business. "What's throwing you off your rockers Brits?"
Santana wasn't going to leave until she got a satisfactory answer and Brittany knew that. Still, the girl couldn't help but reply with a shrug of her shoulders and a simple 'nothing'. The response would have fooled no one and Santana certainly knew better.
Taking a single step back, Santana took in the complete sight of Brittany's current posture. The girl stood mostly on her left side and was absently scratching at her elbow. All the while, Brittany kept shifting her gaze between imaginary spots on the linoleum floor, never once looking directly at Santana.
It didn't take much for Santana to gather a hint as to what was bothering the usually cheerful girl.
"Okay. Who's the guy so I can go beat up his ass," she asks almost casually. Brittany sometimes had these small crushes that happens once or twice every few months. So Santana had seen this situation as no different, though usually the recipients of Brittany's crushes always seemed ecstatic to get together with the tall blonde. Santana resisted the urge to sigh; guess it wasn't the case this time.
"It's not a guy," Brittany finally answers.
Santana only raises an eyebrow, but isn't too entirely shocked, before continuing with her question. "Then who's the girl?"
That moment Brittany became absolutely quiet, which in turn began worrying the Latina. Standing up straighter, Santana really looked at Brittany. A few moments of silence past before a thought struck her.
"Oh hell no, it's not Quinn is it?" she asked as she quickly uncrosses her arms and moves back a little in response to that possibility.
Brittany only stared - completely stunned actually - as Santana continued on with her deductions. "Cause I saw how you kept looking at her sometimes during practice today and -"
"No! No, it's not Quinn!" Brittany hastily interrupts before Santana could go any further into her way far-off reasoning.
'Hallelujah' was said with a wave of a hand. And Santana felt relief lift off her shoulders when Brittany admitted it wasn't Quinn she was crushing on, but then she sees the girl before her shift her eyes around nervously. That feeling of dread returned full force and took residency somewhere at the pit of her stomach.
"It's," Brittany pauses a little to ponder on Santana's reaction before continuing, "Rachel."
A reaction isn't immediate. In fact, Santana just stares blankly at Brittany as if she hadn't heard what the girl just confessed. And Brittany was ready to repeat what she admitted, but Santana had beaten her to the punch.
"Please tell me you're joking Brit," Santana seemed to plead - a first really.
Brittany only stares apologetically at her and shakes her head 'no' in confirmation.
"Ay dios mio," Santana says as she throw her hands up in the air exasperatedly. "This is Man Hands we're talking about! RuPaul, remember?"
Brittany reacted immediately as she promptly straightened her posture and fires back a 'don't call her that' in Rachel's defense.
Santana could only stare disbelievingly at Brittany, who was staring back defiantly.
"Don't?" she scoffs before muttering to herself, "Oh God, you really do like her."
Santana only threw her hands up in exasperation once again; she wasn't sure what else she could handle at the moment. So she headed straight for the door.
Brittany hastily moves to follow, anything really to explain her side of the story.
"San, I-" she begins only to be interrupted once Santana spins around to confront the girl.
"I'm going to give you some time to think - really think Brittany - on why exactly you shouldn't like 'Berry'," she says with air quotes to show that she was willing to say the troll's proper name just this once for Brittany. Then with a quick turn, Santana left Brittany all alone in that same locker room where Brittany's troubles were fully realized.
"San," Brittany whimpers sadly once the other girl left.
-End Chapter Two-
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Chp 3
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A/N: I should probably stop ending the chapter with a sad Brittany. And with her being left all alone in the girls' locker room. Also, I'm tweaking the timeline a bit so some things may or may not happen from the original Glee timeline.
Rating: PG-13
Brittany wasn't dumb. She knew exactly what was going on between Quinn and Rachel. But, sometimes, she wished she were just as oblivious as everyone else. Faberry, Brittberry.
Chp 1
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
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The following week was spent in a daze. Brittany had pondered and wondered over the predicament she recently found herself in. But the more she thought about it, the more unfocused she became of everything else in her life.
Besides, nothing much had come out from all that thinking except for how great Rachel's legs looked in those skirts of hers.
Brittany resisted the urge to slap herself silly for the nth time and settled for a small, frustrated groan. Fantasizing about Rachel really didn't help in her situation. At all. Ever.
Stumbling slightly in her Cheerios routine, Brittany managed to keep herself from bumping into the girl next to her. Unfortunately, her unprecedented moves had already caught the attention of some.
"Focus!" came the distinctive shout as one Sue Sylvester let out a frustrated growl of her own.
Brittany quickly moved in tune to the beat of the music, all the while avoiding meeting Santana's prodding gaze. Now was definitely not the time to be thinking about Rachel, especially during practice. She needed to focus on the cheer routine and forget about her problems for the time being.
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Brittany absolutely failed on all counts when a flash of argyle later appeared just at the corner of her vision. Only one person is brave enough to wear such type of clothing. So it didn't take much of a guess as to whom the figure hidden slightly behind the bleachers was. Rachel Berry.
Brittany's smile widen at the idea that Rachel was here watching. But then reality completely set in and she realized that Rachel was probably here to watch Quinn practice. Her smile faltered just a bit, but Brittany made sure to keep on smiling; cheerleaders were suppose to smile during their performances, practice or not.
As she twirled, Brittany spared a glance at Quinn who had moved in front of her.
Quinn looked both pristine and calm and completely oblivious to Rachel's presence. Brittany felt her jaw tense ever so slightly.
"Focus!" Sue barked once more and Brittany was thrown out of her contemplations. Shaking the distinctive ringing in her ears - courtesy of Sue Sylvester - and ignoring the pointed look Santana was giving her, Brittany concentrated on the routine they've been practicing since forever.
But then the fact that Rachel was around would cause her to slightly falter again, which resulted in Sue narrowing her eyes just that more and Santana showering her with further looks.
Brittany tried to forget that Rachel was around. Of course, her focus didn't last long as Brittany decided to sneak another peek at Quinn.
Rachel was here for Quinn and the girl didn't even notice.
Brittany felt her insides lurch.
Soon after, Rachel manages to catch Quinn's eyes and gives the captain a small wave and smile.
Quinn's legs quiver faintly and nearly give out in response at the shock, but she manages to finish up the routine without fail. With her arms stretched up high and a big smile plastered on her face, Quinn subtly looks around at the surrounding Cheerios. She desperately hoped that no one else had seen Rachel's (secret) nearby presence.
But Brittany had seen Rachel. And Brittany had most definitely seen Quinn's adverse reaction to the little diva's surprise appearance.
Her heart clenched a little tighter.
It just wasn't fair.
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"Hit the showers!" came the shout as the command boomed loudly through the bullhorn, effectively scattering the cheerleaders on the football field.
With a disappointed sigh, Sue then let her raised arm fall and griped the bullhorn a little bit harder. There was just no excuse for suck a lack luster performance.
"Babies. I'm surrounded by ill-coordinated babies," she muttered to herself.
A quiver and a distracted Cheerio. Sue wasn't sure where she had gone wrong. A slight chuckle passed her lips. Who was she kidding? Nothing she did was ever wrong. Sue's lips suddenly thinned as a thought weaved its way into her mind. Something, or someone, was messing with her Cheerios. And Sue was going to get to the bottom of it.
Watching as Brittany, her best dancer on the squad, walk past with Santana sticking close by, Sue crossed her arms. Perhaps she'd question Santana later on what was distracting the tall blonde. Until then, Sue eyed the girl following after the two.
"You feeling alright Quinn?" she asks almost nonchalantly.
Said girl jumps slightly at the questioning before nervously looking back, blinking a few times more than necessary. Sue observed as Quinn flaunted that false smile of hers before promptly replying. "I'm just really tired from Glee Club."
Her stomach plummeted as Sue simply stared after her Cheerios captain as the girl quickly walked off. A slight look of suspicion washed over Sue.
Glee Club. She should have known.
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Watching as the last of the Cheerios left the room, Santana made her move. Speeding towards a familiar blonde, Santana effectively blocked the girl's path towards escaping her.
Crossing her arms, Santana gave Brittany a look that showed she meant business. "What's throwing you off your rockers Brits?"
Santana wasn't going to leave until she got a satisfactory answer and Brittany knew that. Still, the girl couldn't help but reply with a shrug of her shoulders and a simple 'nothing'. The response would have fooled no one and Santana certainly knew better.
Taking a single step back, Santana took in the complete sight of Brittany's current posture. The girl stood mostly on her left side and was absently scratching at her elbow. All the while, Brittany kept shifting her gaze between imaginary spots on the linoleum floor, never once looking directly at Santana.
It didn't take much for Santana to gather a hint as to what was bothering the usually cheerful girl.
"Okay. Who's the guy so I can go beat up his ass," she asks almost casually. Brittany sometimes had these small crushes that happens once or twice every few months. So Santana had seen this situation as no different, though usually the recipients of Brittany's crushes always seemed ecstatic to get together with the tall blonde. Santana resisted the urge to sigh; guess it wasn't the case this time.
"It's not a guy," Brittany finally answers.
Santana only raises an eyebrow, but isn't too entirely shocked, before continuing with her question. "Then who's the girl?"
That moment Brittany became absolutely quiet, which in turn began worrying the Latina. Standing up straighter, Santana really looked at Brittany. A few moments of silence past before a thought struck her.
"Oh hell no, it's not Quinn is it?" she asked as she quickly uncrosses her arms and moves back a little in response to that possibility.
Brittany only stared - completely stunned actually - as Santana continued on with her deductions. "Cause I saw how you kept looking at her sometimes during practice today and -"
"No! No, it's not Quinn!" Brittany hastily interrupts before Santana could go any further into her way far-off reasoning.
'Hallelujah' was said with a wave of a hand. And Santana felt relief lift off her shoulders when Brittany admitted it wasn't Quinn she was crushing on, but then she sees the girl before her shift her eyes around nervously. That feeling of dread returned full force and took residency somewhere at the pit of her stomach.
"It's," Brittany pauses a little to ponder on Santana's reaction before continuing, "Rachel."
A reaction isn't immediate. In fact, Santana just stares blankly at Brittany as if she hadn't heard what the girl just confessed. And Brittany was ready to repeat what she admitted, but Santana had beaten her to the punch.
"Please tell me you're joking Brit," Santana seemed to plead - a first really.
Brittany only stares apologetically at her and shakes her head 'no' in confirmation.
"Ay dios mio," Santana says as she throw her hands up in the air exasperatedly. "This is Man Hands we're talking about! RuPaul, remember?"
Brittany reacted immediately as she promptly straightened her posture and fires back a 'don't call her that' in Rachel's defense.
Santana could only stare disbelievingly at Brittany, who was staring back defiantly.
"Don't?" she scoffs before muttering to herself, "Oh God, you really do like her."
Santana only threw her hands up in exasperation once again; she wasn't sure what else she could handle at the moment. So she headed straight for the door.
Brittany hastily moves to follow, anything really to explain her side of the story.
"San, I-" she begins only to be interrupted once Santana spins around to confront the girl.
"I'm going to give you some time to think - really think Brittany - on why exactly you shouldn't like 'Berry'," she says with air quotes to show that she was willing to say the troll's proper name just this once for Brittany. Then with a quick turn, Santana left Brittany all alone in that same locker room where Brittany's troubles were fully realized.
"San," Brittany whimpers sadly once the other girl left.
-End Chapter Two-
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Chp 3
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A/N: I should probably stop ending the chapter with a sad Brittany. And with her being left all alone in the girls' locker room. Also, I'm tweaking the timeline a bit so some things may or may not happen from the original Glee timeline.