Started my daily ficlets to make the
hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a
2nd cycle, and then a
3rd,
4th,
5th,
6th,
7th,
8th,
9th,
10th,
11th ,
12th,
13th,
14th,
15th,
16th,
17th,
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20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, and 24th cycle. Now cycle 25!
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It's cycle 25! If you'll recall, back in cycle 10 I did my top 15 of favorite things (characters, ships, friends..) in Glee, with a ficlet for each of the numbers, and a chapter fic for number 1 (
check out last time's chart). Now this time around, in order to schedule in a friend's birthday, it's a top SIXTEEN, and the number one's six-chapter fic will be split in three blocks... (5 ficlets-2 chapters-5 ficlets-2 chapters-5 ficlets-2 chapters) It's less confusing than it seems, I promise ;) Here we go!
Number 1, Chapter 1! As mentioned above, doing things a bit different this time, with two chapters of the number one position after every five days, so here it is! The number one once again is... Brittany! :)
"GOT DANCING SHOES TO FLY AWAY: ONE STEP, FOUND"
Brittany
Ties to
Midnight Kiss Her mother would say paranoia didn’t look good on her. It didn’t happen all the time; most times she probably wouldn’t notice these things enough to grow concerned, so if she did notice them it had to be significant enough. When she did notice, she might try to tell herself that it wasn’t real. But inevitably she would turn to something of a spy, get to the bottom of things… it didn’t tend to end well… There were levels, still, and what came to her attention now was of the ‘high alert’ level.
It had started one day in the middle of Cheerios practice, out on the field. Usually when there were people up in the bleachers, students hanging out, for example, she would make an effort to put on a good show. Whatever they were practicing at the time… they were in position as an audience, so they deserved to be entertained. She’d notice them, almost catalogue them… and strangers got whatever designation she could think of… Red Hat Boy, Ugly Bag Girl, Gold Shoes Guy… Ugly Bag Girl 2… Some categories had to be retired.
He was called Green Scarf Man. He looked interested enough, so she gave it all she had. When practice was done though, she didn’t think too much of it. A couple nights later, they had a game to cheer for. Somewhere around halftime, she spotted him in the crowd… Green Scarf Man. Again, she put the thought away… He could like cheerleading… or football… He was just interested.
One day in Glee practice, in the auditorium, she saw him out in the seats, in the back… His scarf made him stand out. Now she just didn’t understand anymore. Still she didn’t know why he was there, and she didn’t feel targeted or anything of the sort… The others, like Santana or Quinn, had probably noticed him, too… So again she put it aside.
Even then though, because she expected it, she started seeing him everywhere. On second look it would never be him, but it happened so many times that she started believing it. Now she just expected to see him there and, having no idea of who he was, always just silently sitting in the distance, it created fear inside her which, unrestrained, could just lead to chaos…
It came to the point where she would not, could not go anywhere without someone at her side. She had gone from holding on to Santana’s pinky to keeping a death grip on her arm. Santana didn’t complain, although she did worry for her. So finally she’d asked what was wrong.
“There’s this guy I’ve been seeing,” she started. “He was at Cheerios practice, and the game, and even at Glee… He’s always in the audience…”
“Well that’s good. I should go,” Santana replied in barely more than a breath, removing herself before she could realize she’d misinterpreted Brittany’s meaning of ‘seeing.’ Now the blonde was back on her own and clueless that her choice of words was the problem. So when she tried herself again on others like Quinn, Mike, Artie, and the lunch lady, all she got was confusion and slow quiet retreats. With every abandon, Brittany felt more lost in her problem… Not to mention that she kept thinking she saw him.
She started thinking the worse of Green Scarf Man. She remembered the talks, from here and there, about creepy guys and all that… What if he was one of those… She’d be easy prey, wouldn’t she… or he could collect cheerleaders… She tried to spin the story another way, to get that feeling to stop grabbing at her heart and squeeze the ever loving life out of it… Maybe he was a secret uncle she’d never met, or a secret brother… A baby left on a doorstep and he’d found her again… to lock her in the basement and play games, okay, this wasn’t working… Now she was back to panicking.
The next Cheerios practice came around, and once again there they were, out on the field. Brittany stood at the doors, peering out, scanning the stands… Blue Hat Girl, Ugly Bag Girl Seventeen… Maybe he was gone, it was over… She took careful steps…
“Brittany, get out here!” Coach Sylvester called with her bullhorn. The girl jumped and shuffled over to the group of cheerleaders out on the field. As she moved, she looked over her shoulder… She turned her head back forward in a snap… Green Scarf Man… She couldn’t see him before, from where she’d been standing. She could be alright, in practice… just block him out… Not really… She’d do okay for a while, and then she’d see a flash of green scarf, and she’d get distracted… Coach Sylvester would have her run laps for a week, probably…
That afternoon, she left with Mike to get to the dance studio. After they’d stepped in with little Millie Jamison’s dance class, as substitute dance teachers, they had been called on a few more times, on a semi-regular basis, and this week with a teacher out, they had the class all week, after school. It was money, and fun… how could they say no. She wondered if he’d be there though… Green Scarf… If he was, then it really would be about her… At least she wouldn’t be alone…
She got lost in the spirit of the class… The kids loved ‘Mickey and Britt,’ and they would not stand still. They had their warm-up dash, then the lesson… She didn’t see him… but he was there all along. He was no menace, just patient… When the class ended, Brittany said goodbye to the kids, and Mike… She put her jacket on and turned… She startled.
“Sorry about that. Brittany, right?” She started shaking her head, hoping to ‘lose’ him, but he’d probably see right through her, so she ‘admitted’ and gave a nod. “I’ve been watching you,” he told her, and she had a whimper. “You’re really good,” he reached in his pocket, and she almost braced to run, but then he pulled out… a business card. She frowned. “James Maurizio,” he introduced himself. “Can we talk?”
Once he told her who he was, she felt all anxiety leave her… replaced with questions.
THE END
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
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[Cycle 25]
[505] [506] [507] [508] [509] Suggestion Drop Off Title: "Got Dancing Shoes to Fly Away: One Step, Found"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: Brittany is about to be made an offer that could change her life and the Glee Club's too.
Spoilers: None