Glee | The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Determination | Brittany (2 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 2 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON DETERMINATION"
Brittany
The next morning, Brittany entered the halls of McKinley, fresh from her decision, that the only way to let them see that she was right would be to get them proof, she got lucky. There had been a new ‘strike.’
Their ghost… No, she knew the truth; she’d call it as such. Patches had plastered smiley faces on the ceilings, throughout the halls, left a trail of smiles for those who liked to gaze up… Of course, Brittany was one of those, though she knew it wasn’t meant for her.
The janitor had just stormed right out, didn’t bother going through the trouble. The halls’ ceilings were thus left to continue smiling down on them until someone would finally decide to do something about it.
Brittany wanted to get one of them. That was what they did on those crime shows, right? They collected evidence… She just had to find a way to reach the ceiling. She saw Finn up ahead, and she ran. “Finn, Finn!” she called. He stopped and turned. “Can I climb on your shoulders?”
“What?” he blinked.
“You’re, like… freakishly tall,” she nodded, as though her reasons were self-explanatory. “So your tallness and my tallness together, I can reach the smile,” she pointed to the ceiling with a smile of her own. Finn looked up as well.
“I… Sorry, I need to… get to basketball practice,” he explained with an apologetic nod before he moved off down the hall. Brittany frowned to herself, though only briefly. There were other tall guys at McKinley…
She made her pitch to everyone she saw that cracked the height requirement, even Shelly Stonebrook, the volleyball team captain. She was as tall and as evasive as Finn and the others. So it wouldn’t be shoulders… Where did they keep the ladders?
She remembered making out with a guy in the janitor’s closet once… She’d had the ladder in her back the whole time, so she just had to find it again… Was it on the first or second floor? She walked the halls trying to find it again, but it was as though it was one of those places you could never find again… She spent morning alternating between being in class and searching for the closet.
She’d downed lunch in two or three gulps and she was off again. Santana asked where she was off to, but she didn’t explain. She didn’t want to see her looking away like the others. No, she’d get her smiley face, she’d get her proof, and it would be alright. To get that, she had to find… Hey, right after she’d left her closet make-out session, she’d come in for pudding… Standing in the hall outside the cafeteria, she’d pulled the memory from the recesses of her mind. The door should be… She spun around… there it was!
She opened the door and… the ladder was gone… She frowned, then startled at a loud scratching noise. Her head turned, her blonde ponytail whipping around.
Principal Figgins was climbing on top of the rusty ladder, looking royally annoyed as students walking by gave a chuckle. She watched as he picked off the first few smiles, let them tumble to the ground. She gasped and hurried to grab one of them, moving right along.
Yes! Now she had her evidence. She looked at the piece of paper, which had stuck to the ceilings all this time with the assistance of a piece of rolled up masking tape. It was nothing too out of the ordinary, it was… nothing. It told her nothing she didn’t already know. She sighed, her arms falling back to her sides. She still had no proof to show anyone.
“Brittany? Are you okay?” She looked up to find Miss Pillsbury standing next to her, and she startled.
“Where’d you come from?” she blinked. Emma just smiled. Brittany frowned. “I’m fine…” Emma kept staring, which made the blonde nervous.
“Come on,” she gave her a nod. “Let’s step in to my office.” Brittany was no stranger to faculty visits at this point, so she followed. She came to sit across from the guidance counsellor’s desk, still clutching the paper smile. “Now…” Emma started. “What’s going on? I’ve never known you to be upset like this…” Brittany looked up. Was it that obvious? So why hadn’t the others said anything?
Wait… Did she know what she’d told the others? Were they going to get Patches in trouble because of her? No, no, she wasn’t going to do that to him… She wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t break.
“You know you can talk to me?” Emma was very encouraging, but Brittany just stared back in silence. “Why’d you take one of those smiles?”
“Evidence,” she spoke before she could stop. She sighed.
“Evidence?” Emma repeated. “Evidence for what?”
“I want them to believe me,” Brittany once again broke her self-imposed vow of silence.
“Believe you about what?” Emma asked. Brittany quietly considered this, staring back at the woman, then looking down to the smile in her lap for a moment before looking at Emma again.
“I want them to believe me,” she repeated, finding the words had already done a sufficient job of explaining her point. Emma got it, staring back at the girl. She had to admit she could understand it being hard, taking her seriously sometimes. But seeing the bit of hurt, deep in those blue eyes, she wanted to give her nothing but belief.
“Right… Well, look,” Emma got back into counsellor mode, “I know it might seem hard right now, but… Just give it time. Stick to it, don’t give up and before you can realize it, you’ll get your answer. These things, they have a way of sneaking up on you,” she nodded. Brittany looked at her, eyes growing furtive. Emma held up her hand to draw her attention back. “Just keep trying. You’ll get there.”
Brittany considered this, and she smiled. “Coach Sylvester is so wrong about you,” were her departing words, leaving the counsellor quiet.
She got back into the hall, walking along as she stuck the smile under her Cheerio skirt’s waistband. She had to do like she said, not think about…
Hey… Maybe if…
She smiled and ran off to class with her idea.
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]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Determination"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 2/7] 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 2 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON DETERMINATION"
Brittany
The next morning, Brittany entered the halls of McKinley, fresh from her decision, that the only way to let them see that she was right would be to get them proof, she got lucky. There had been a new ‘strike.’
Their ghost… No, she knew the truth; she’d call it as such. Patches had plastered smiley faces on the ceilings, throughout the halls, left a trail of smiles for those who liked to gaze up… Of course, Brittany was one of those, though she knew it wasn’t meant for her.
The janitor had just stormed right out, didn’t bother going through the trouble. The halls’ ceilings were thus left to continue smiling down on them until someone would finally decide to do something about it.
Brittany wanted to get one of them. That was what they did on those crime shows, right? They collected evidence… She just had to find a way to reach the ceiling. She saw Finn up ahead, and she ran. “Finn, Finn!” she called. He stopped and turned. “Can I climb on your shoulders?”
“What?” he blinked.
“You’re, like… freakishly tall,” she nodded, as though her reasons were self-explanatory. “So your tallness and my tallness together, I can reach the smile,” she pointed to the ceiling with a smile of her own. Finn looked up as well.
“I… Sorry, I need to… get to basketball practice,” he explained with an apologetic nod before he moved off down the hall. Brittany frowned to herself, though only briefly. There were other tall guys at McKinley…
She made her pitch to everyone she saw that cracked the height requirement, even Shelly Stonebrook, the volleyball team captain. She was as tall and as evasive as Finn and the others. So it wouldn’t be shoulders… Where did they keep the ladders?
She remembered making out with a guy in the janitor’s closet once… She’d had the ladder in her back the whole time, so she just had to find it again… Was it on the first or second floor? She walked the halls trying to find it again, but it was as though it was one of those places you could never find again… She spent morning alternating between being in class and searching for the closet.
She’d downed lunch in two or three gulps and she was off again. Santana asked where she was off to, but she didn’t explain. She didn’t want to see her looking away like the others. No, she’d get her smiley face, she’d get her proof, and it would be alright. To get that, she had to find… Hey, right after she’d left her closet make-out session, she’d come in for pudding… Standing in the hall outside the cafeteria, she’d pulled the memory from the recesses of her mind. The door should be… She spun around… there it was!
She opened the door and… the ladder was gone… She frowned, then startled at a loud scratching noise. Her head turned, her blonde ponytail whipping around.
Principal Figgins was climbing on top of the rusty ladder, looking royally annoyed as students walking by gave a chuckle. She watched as he picked off the first few smiles, let them tumble to the ground. She gasped and hurried to grab one of them, moving right along.
Yes! Now she had her evidence. She looked at the piece of paper, which had stuck to the ceilings all this time with the assistance of a piece of rolled up masking tape. It was nothing too out of the ordinary, it was… nothing. It told her nothing she didn’t already know. She sighed, her arms falling back to her sides. She still had no proof to show anyone.
“Brittany? Are you okay?” She looked up to find Miss Pillsbury standing next to her, and she startled.
“Where’d you come from?” she blinked. Emma just smiled. Brittany frowned. “I’m fine…” Emma kept staring, which made the blonde nervous.
“Come on,” she gave her a nod. “Let’s step in to my office.” Brittany was no stranger to faculty visits at this point, so she followed. She came to sit across from the guidance counsellor’s desk, still clutching the paper smile. “Now…” Emma started. “What’s going on? I’ve never known you to be upset like this…” Brittany looked up. Was it that obvious? So why hadn’t the others said anything?
Wait… Did she know what she’d told the others? Were they going to get Patches in trouble because of her? No, no, she wasn’t going to do that to him… She wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t break.
“You know you can talk to me?” Emma was very encouraging, but Brittany just stared back in silence. “Why’d you take one of those smiles?”
“Evidence,” she spoke before she could stop. She sighed.
“Evidence?” Emma repeated. “Evidence for what?”
“I want them to believe me,” Brittany once again broke her self-imposed vow of silence.
“Believe you about what?” Emma asked. Brittany quietly considered this, staring back at the woman, then looking down to the smile in her lap for a moment before looking at Emma again.
“I want them to believe me,” she repeated, finding the words had already done a sufficient job of explaining her point. Emma got it, staring back at the girl. She had to admit she could understand it being hard, taking her seriously sometimes. But seeing the bit of hurt, deep in those blue eyes, she wanted to give her nothing but belief.
“Right… Well, look,” Emma got back into counsellor mode, “I know it might seem hard right now, but… Just give it time. Stick to it, don’t give up and before you can realize it, you’ll get your answer. These things, they have a way of sneaking up on you,” she nodded. Brittany looked at her, eyes growing furtive. Emma held up her hand to draw her attention back. “Just keep trying. You’ll get there.”
Brittany considered this, and she smiled. “Coach Sylvester is so wrong about you,” were her departing words, leaving the counsellor quiet.
She got back into the hall, walking along as she stuck the smile under her Cheerio skirt’s waistband. She had to do like she said, not think about…
Hey… Maybe if…
She smiled and ran off to class with her idea.
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]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Determination"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 2/7] Brittany knows what's going on, but no one believe her because... well, it's Brittany...
Spoilers: 112 Mattress, I guess ;)