Glee | The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Leads | Brittany (5 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 5 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON LEADS"
Brittany
Brittany had approached the library doors with much apprehension. Would she get the stink eye from Mrs. Wilkes and Miss Farrell for having dared invade the library? She hadn’t told the others this though. She simply walked along, among her brand new allies, as they entered the big room and passed through the stacks toward the back.
“This is where I scratched my knees,” Brittany whispered like she was giving them a tour. “That’s where I was hiding.” They sat around one of the tables. It was Friday afternoon, and the library was even more deserted than usual.
Even though they’d taken that leap of faith in offering to help Brittany, it was clear the other four were still not without their doubts about the whole thing. So they had Brittany explain it all to them, more so than simply stating who she thought it was. They needed to know the why, the whole story. So she told them everything she knew, thanks to their prompts. She told them about the bells, all those bells that Patches had. They had never bothered looking at what he was doing when they would pass him, only Brittany had.
The bells were one thing they could hang a bit of trust on, like it was okay to really put their faith in her now, though still with an option to back out.
“Maybe he’s just bored,” Santana had suggested with a shrug. “Though I have no idea why he’d come back here to entertain himself,” she chuckled.
“How does he even get in?” Artie had then asked. “He has to have keys, or else…”
“A public school in Lima with a principal like Figgins?” Mike pointed out, and Artie bowed his head in accord. “I doubt it would take a lot to get in here, even without keys?”
“But he could still have them somehow, right?” Tina added. “If he knew someone…” They looked back to Brittany. “Maybe it is a love story, like you said.” Brittany smiled at that. “Or maybe friendship,” she added.
“It would give him a place to stay,” Artie agreed.
“The auditorium?” Santana jumped in, and the others looked at her. She shrugged. “He was in Glee Club, he might like that, and the seats are pretty cushy,” she pointed out. Brittany nodded at this.
“So he sleeps in the auditorium, maybe takes the stage… and he puts things around the school,” Mike marked off their facts and their suppositions. “Whatever he does it for, are we supposed to stop him?”
Brittany didn’t talk much… She watched, the others, the room… She always made friends easy. She was happy, always happy… Well, most of the time. She saw people and it wasn’t about anything more than getting to know them, to look beyond what the others didn’t bother to. She’d never asked for anything in return for that, not until this one time, where she’d asked for them to believe in her.
She hadn’t really considered these things before - her mind didn’t work that way - but being with them now, knowing they were on her side again, she felt better than she had since this whole thing had started.
Looking around as she did, she spotted Miss Farrell go by, leaving her cart behind and… she had this weird look on her face as though… Was she sneaking around?
“Maybe it’s like a… Where is she… Brittany?” Santana called up. The blonde had just gotten up and wandered off. The other four scrambled to follow, unsure whether to stay quiet or ask where she was going.
Brittany followed Miss Farrell with slow steps. Mrs. Wilkes was always kind of odd to talk to… But Miss Farrell wasn’t. She let them call her Hannah, though most of them still called her Miss Farrell. She’d gone to McKinley like them, almost ten years before, knew the place in and out like she couldn’t believe - that tended to come in handy for Brittany. Now she wished she’d gone to her when she couldn’t find the ladder…
She’d almost lost track of her, almost gotten herself caught, when she’d stopped into this new train of thought. But now she was back on track, and that track was to follow the trail of sneaky Hannah Farrell. She didn’t know why she was following her, she just did… Call it unwise, call it curiosity, call it tendencies side-effect of being used as a Cheerio spy.
She came to a sudden stop when she saw Miss Farrell stop just ahead. She was finally made aware of her trail as the others were forced to stop as well. She turned to them and shushed them before turning back to stare around the stack. The others didn’t argue, just found whatever they could to look through and see what it was that had gotten Brittany’s attention so caught up like this.
Brittany watched Miss Farrell, crouching by one of the rows, to get a book on the bottom row. Everyone shifted to keep their eyes on her as she remained in that position for a moment. Brittany watched her open the book and pull out a piece of paper wedged in between the pages. Once she had it, she stretched back up, unaware of the observers, who stretched up as well. They watched her look back over her shoulder - she didn’t see them - before unfolding the paper.
“She’s smiling,” Tina whispered, and Brittany shushed again.
But Hannah was indeed smiling, as she read the paper. Then she pulled at the pen she had around her neck and used the book as a surface and wrote something on the paper before sticking it back in the pages. She crouched back down, put the book back, and then she stood up, cleared her face, and she moved to rejoin her cart and get back to work.
Brittany was still looking around the stacks, though there was nothing more to see. The others were way ahead of her. Brittany looked back at the sound of Mike’s voice. “Go keep look out,” he told Artie and Tina. They nodded and went. Mike went the other way.
“Look out for what?” Brittany asked before Santana scooped up her arm and took her toward the row, where Mike had already retrieved the book and found the paper. He gave Brittany a smile and showed it to her. She smiled back, looked to Santana too. She looked at the paper, and she nodded.
“Maybe it’s time you talk to Patches.”
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] [207]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Leads"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 5/7] 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 5 of 7
"THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITTANYCA: ON LEADS"
Brittany
Brittany had approached the library doors with much apprehension. Would she get the stink eye from Mrs. Wilkes and Miss Farrell for having dared invade the library? She hadn’t told the others this though. She simply walked along, among her brand new allies, as they entered the big room and passed through the stacks toward the back.
“This is where I scratched my knees,” Brittany whispered like she was giving them a tour. “That’s where I was hiding.” They sat around one of the tables. It was Friday afternoon, and the library was even more deserted than usual.
Even though they’d taken that leap of faith in offering to help Brittany, it was clear the other four were still not without their doubts about the whole thing. So they had Brittany explain it all to them, more so than simply stating who she thought it was. They needed to know the why, the whole story. So she told them everything she knew, thanks to their prompts. She told them about the bells, all those bells that Patches had. They had never bothered looking at what he was doing when they would pass him, only Brittany had.
The bells were one thing they could hang a bit of trust on, like it was okay to really put their faith in her now, though still with an option to back out.
“Maybe he’s just bored,” Santana had suggested with a shrug. “Though I have no idea why he’d come back here to entertain himself,” she chuckled.
“How does he even get in?” Artie had then asked. “He has to have keys, or else…”
“A public school in Lima with a principal like Figgins?” Mike pointed out, and Artie bowed his head in accord. “I doubt it would take a lot to get in here, even without keys?”
“But he could still have them somehow, right?” Tina added. “If he knew someone…” They looked back to Brittany. “Maybe it is a love story, like you said.” Brittany smiled at that. “Or maybe friendship,” she added.
“It would give him a place to stay,” Artie agreed.
“The auditorium?” Santana jumped in, and the others looked at her. She shrugged. “He was in Glee Club, he might like that, and the seats are pretty cushy,” she pointed out. Brittany nodded at this.
“So he sleeps in the auditorium, maybe takes the stage… and he puts things around the school,” Mike marked off their facts and their suppositions. “Whatever he does it for, are we supposed to stop him?”
Brittany didn’t talk much… She watched, the others, the room… She always made friends easy. She was happy, always happy… Well, most of the time. She saw people and it wasn’t about anything more than getting to know them, to look beyond what the others didn’t bother to. She’d never asked for anything in return for that, not until this one time, where she’d asked for them to believe in her.
She hadn’t really considered these things before - her mind didn’t work that way - but being with them now, knowing they were on her side again, she felt better than she had since this whole thing had started.
Looking around as she did, she spotted Miss Farrell go by, leaving her cart behind and… she had this weird look on her face as though… Was she sneaking around?
“Maybe it’s like a… Where is she… Brittany?” Santana called up. The blonde had just gotten up and wandered off. The other four scrambled to follow, unsure whether to stay quiet or ask where she was going.
Brittany followed Miss Farrell with slow steps. Mrs. Wilkes was always kind of odd to talk to… But Miss Farrell wasn’t. She let them call her Hannah, though most of them still called her Miss Farrell. She’d gone to McKinley like them, almost ten years before, knew the place in and out like she couldn’t believe - that tended to come in handy for Brittany. Now she wished she’d gone to her when she couldn’t find the ladder…
She’d almost lost track of her, almost gotten herself caught, when she’d stopped into this new train of thought. But now she was back on track, and that track was to follow the trail of sneaky Hannah Farrell. She didn’t know why she was following her, she just did… Call it unwise, call it curiosity, call it tendencies side-effect of being used as a Cheerio spy.
She came to a sudden stop when she saw Miss Farrell stop just ahead. She was finally made aware of her trail as the others were forced to stop as well. She turned to them and shushed them before turning back to stare around the stack. The others didn’t argue, just found whatever they could to look through and see what it was that had gotten Brittany’s attention so caught up like this.
Brittany watched Miss Farrell, crouching by one of the rows, to get a book on the bottom row. Everyone shifted to keep their eyes on her as she remained in that position for a moment. Brittany watched her open the book and pull out a piece of paper wedged in between the pages. Once she had it, she stretched back up, unaware of the observers, who stretched up as well. They watched her look back over her shoulder - she didn’t see them - before unfolding the paper.
“She’s smiling,” Tina whispered, and Brittany shushed again.
But Hannah was indeed smiling, as she read the paper. Then she pulled at the pen she had around her neck and used the book as a surface and wrote something on the paper before sticking it back in the pages. She crouched back down, put the book back, and then she stood up, cleared her face, and she moved to rejoin her cart and get back to work.
Brittany was still looking around the stacks, though there was nothing more to see. The others were way ahead of her. Brittany looked back at the sound of Mike’s voice. “Go keep look out,” he told Artie and Tina. They nodded and went. Mike went the other way.
“Look out for what?” Brittany asked before Santana scooped up her arm and took her toward the row, where Mike had already retrieved the book and found the paper. He gave Brittany a smile and showed it to her. She smiled back, looked to Santana too. She looked at the paper, and she nodded.
“Maybe it’s time you talk to Patches.”
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] [207]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "The Encyclopedia Brittanyca: On Leads"
Pairing: None; Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: [Part 5/7] Brittany knows what's going on, but no one believe her because... well, it's Brittany...
Spoilers: 112 Mattress, I guess ;)