if you want to survive, [lorelai + brittany]

[lorelai anchors]

i tried to be like grace kelly
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I wasn’t feeling well but, as usual, I refused to go to the nurse. The nurse would ask questions that I felt uncomfortable answering, and surely she would ask me if my medical record was up to date. It wasn’t. Ashamed, both my parents and myself decided to keep my HIV off of my emergency medical form, seeing as though I only had one year left at William McKinley and would therefore we found no need for them to know. I wouldn’t give blood and I didn’t do anything to risk harming others, so what was the point? But nevertheless, I was having one of my off days, and I still had gone to school. I felt like I was going to throw up, I was hot (despite the air conditioner being on at full blast) and had long since discarded my cardigan in my locker, I was tired, and I felt depressed -- a sure sign that I’d be in bed the minute I got home, sleeping everything away. For the time being, I had to get through the school day. A mere two hours left. I knew I couldn’t concentrate when I didn’t feel well, and while it wasn’t like me (anymore) to skip class, I thought that I’d pull it off one last time. For old time’s sake.

There was only, now, the question of where to go. I didn’t feel like hanging out in the bathroom, though I probably should have gone there in case I really did need to throw up. It happened. I didn’t want to psych myself out, though, so instead I headed in the opposite direction. I heard footsteps on the auditorium stage so my old stand by wouldn’t work. As I continued down the empty hallways, I made sure I looked like I had a destination in mind; teachers noticing a wandering student wasn’t too great of a thing. Still, my gaze flitted from classroom door to classroom door and all of them were either full of students or had a teacher working at their desks. After five minutes of searching, I noticed the lights off in the choir room and the door was open.

I still didn’t know if I had made it into New Directions or not. I knew that if I didn’t get in, I’d be disappointed and have that rejected feeling that I dreaded so much, but at the same time, I’d be glad that I would no longer have that pressure that seemed to keep me worried beyond belief. If I did get in, I’d be scared of failing, scared of not fitting in, but I’d feel a sense of accomplishment that I hadn’t felt since my middle school years. I hated feeling like a failure so much. I was a failure, of course, because I’d gone and made mistakes that meant I probably wouldn’t live past age thirty. I had no career path and I didn’t do well in school. Maybe I needed the sense of family provided by the glee club before I was shoved out into the world after graduation.

I wasn’t too familiar with the choir room. I adored music, that was for sure, having played the banjo since I was six and the piano since I was ten, but I wasn’t as confident in my voice. However, during a couple of times when I was wandering the school after hours, to avoid going home, I had stopped in to sit and play the piano a little bit. Taking a deep breath, I bit my lip and stepped inside, peering around. It was, indeed, empty. I closed the door and flipped on the lights, quickly making my way to the piano bench. Hoping it would prove to be a worthwhile distraction, I sat down and began to play.

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credit - myself.

[brittany morris.]

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Brittany was having an off day. She had woken up late that morning, due to her cat unplugging her alarm clock. In her rush to get ready, her one and only ponytail holder snapped in half. Already frustrated to the point of tears, Brittany flew around the house in search of another one. When she couldn't find one, she gave up on the search and let her hair stay down, running down the stairs to eat breakfast. While she was eating her daily breakfast of a single orange slice, the juice squirted all over the front of her Cheerios shirt. She missed the bus and was stuck walking to school, and the humidity did nothing to help her hair. By the time she finally arrived at school, Brittany was just ready to quit and hide in the choir room all day, in hopes that Coach Sylvester wouldn't find her.

Unfortunately, her bad luck streak continued. Coach Sylvester was walking past the doorway just as Brittany entered the school. "Brittany! Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy! In my office!" She barked, and Brittany trudged relucantly into the office, pouting. 100 crunches later, a very sore Cheerio walked out of the office. There was no sign of Santana, which only added to Brittany's awful day. She whined quietly, walking to her locker and spinning the lock. When she realized she had forgotten the combonation, she decided to just give up on school. She walked down the hall in the direction of the choir room. She always stayed in there whenver she didn't feel like dealing with school.

As she neared the choir room, she heard someone playing the piano. She smiled brightly, the piano had been one of her favorite instruments to hear. She walked faster, standing in the doorway. She watched as the girl from yesterday played the piano. She clapped excitedly. "You're really good!" She exclaimed, beaming.

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TAGGED lorelai.
OUTFIT cheerios uniform.
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[lorelai anchors]

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I shifted with ease from the bridge to the chorus in the song, feeling calmed by the instrument, and I relaxed. I was still feeling quite terrible, but this took my mind off of it all. I had just entered the second verse when I heard a clapping, and from there, a voice. Jumping, my eyes widened and my hands quickly left the piano keys, gaze snapping to the doorway. Brittany Morris, member of both the Cheerios and New Directions, had walked in on me mid-song and I almost felt as though I’d been caught in the midst of doing something wrong. Of course, cutting class to play piano in the choir room was most certainly wrong, but she must have been cutting class as well. I liked Brittany. When not around Santana Lopez, she seemed like a genuine sweetheart, someone who I wouldn’t mind being around. My heart was pounding as I tried to peer around her for signs of the other Cheerio. As far as I could see, Santana was nowhere to be seen; it was peculiar, because the two of them always seemed to be joint at the hip. But I was thankful. Santana didn’t like me (or most people, for that matter) and Brittany was no doubt much nicer when alone.

It then registered what she was saying, and though I was quite obviously shy and embarrassed, I managed a small smile. “Oh… Th-thank you,” I stuttered, and quickly stood, stepping away from the piano. Really, it was the safest thing possible at the moment, because I didn’t want to have the pressure to play again and if, perhaps, she wanted me to leave so she could have the room to herself, I was already standing and ready to leave. If not, I would put out a couple of chairs for us to sit in, if she so chose. “I, uhm. I’ve been playing s-since I was ten, so I’ve had a, uhm, a lot of practice.”

[/b] Scratching my right elbow with my left hand absentmindedly, I rocked back and forth on my feet, before realizing that I felt a hell of a lot worse upright.

Deciding she wouldn’t be outright rude and ask me to leave, I moved over to the stack of chairs in the corner and, with difficulty, hoisted two off the top of the stack. I stumbled back, catching my balance right before I ran into the risers. After taking a deep breath, I separated the two chairs, placing them close enough for potential conversation but far enough away that we didn’t have to talk if she didn’t want to. I was all for pleasing people. With a small smile, I sat down and then gestured to the other chair for her to sit if she so pleased. “S-so uhm, free period or… Or skipping?”[/b]
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Brittany watched the girl stumble around the room, looking a bit pale and queasy. She had that look on her face, the on Brittany recognized as one people often wore whenever Santana had ordered them to do something. She smiled slightly, trying to reassure the girl. Brittany didn't like it when people were uneasy around her; she wasn't one to be cruel or mean when Santana wasn't around. I hope she doesn't faint. Brittany thought absentmindedly. She wasn't sure if she could carry the girl to the nurse. She beamed warmly when the girl got chairs and she took a seat in the open one, nodding her head as the girl spoke nervously, something about playing for awhile.

"I'm skipping. I had a really bad morning. What were you playing?" Brittany said, putting the topic back on the girl. She really didn't like talking about herself. In all her years as a supporter, a follower, a beta, if you will, she had learned that the spotlight wasn't her place. It was more for people like Santana or Rachel. Brittany was very content to stay in the back and watch her friends shine. She had a feeling this girl was shy as well, but no one was shy around Brittany for long. It was something Santana called the sunshine effect. Brittany was so bubbly, she tended to put others around her at ease.

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OUTFIT same.
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[lorelai anchors]

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I felt more relaxed as Brittany took a seat and engaged in conversation with me. I didn’t expect her to be my friend, really. I mean, I knew she was nice and wouldn’t mind having a friendship with her, but she seemed so high on the social ladder that befriending someone like me would just be beneath her. I understood, of course. My first few years at McKinley were spent hanging out with the druggies that I now avoided like the plague, and now, I really didn’t speak to anybody. I was afraid of people. My social skills were shot, and most people got tired of dealing with my nerves after awhile. I couldn’t blame them, really. But she was talking to me now and I certainly wasn’t going to turn away the opportunity for human interaction. She seemed extremely nice without Santana and I wanted to take advantage of that. See who the real Brittany is, I suppose.

I offered her a small, sympathetic smile when she confirmed that she was skipping due to a bad morning. “Same,” I responded with a gentle nod, “If you need to rant or, uhm, s-something, let me know. I’m a better l-listener than I am a talker, it s-seems.”

[/b] Clearing my throat, I tugged absentmindedly on the hem of my dress, leaning back in the chair. School chairs were so terribly uncomfortable. I hesitated when she addressed my question, gaze snapping back to the piano as though that would help me remember what tune I’d chosen. “It’s, uhm. The piano melody of the song ‘No Flood’ by Lady Gaga. It’s not one of her, uhm, more popular songs or an-anything, but I like it, s-so.”[/b] Shrugging, I fought to think of a question so the focus wouldn’t all be on me. “Do you l-like Lady Gaga at all?”
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Brittany listened to the girl talk, nodding occasionally to show her that she was listening. She wondered absentmindedly why the girl looked so familiar, and came to the assumption that she had probably seen her around school before. Brittany smiled brightly when she remembered seeing the girl hanging out with the druggies her freshman year. Santana had called them "burn-outs" and had said that Brittany and Quinn should stay far, far away from those types of people. Talking to the girl now made Brittany a bit confused. She didn't seem like a burn-out (whatever that was). She seemed genuinely nice, albeit a bit nervous. "If you need to rant or, uhm, s-something, let me know. I’m a better l-listener than I am a talker, it s-seems." She said, causing Brittany to shake her head.
"Do you l-like Lady Gaga at all?" Brittany beamed, her face lighting up.

"We did a Lady Gaga number last year. I looked awesome." She said, grinning widely as she remembered her really amazing costume. Santana had helped her put it together, and Brittany had made the lobster headband herself. She looked at the girl and realized she didn't know her name.

"What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the left. Brittany was nothing if not blunt.

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WORDS 215 words.
TAGGED lorelai.
OUTFIT same.
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[lorelai anchors]

i tried to be like grace kelly
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I smiled as she brought up the Lady Gaga number. I didn’t hear of them doing anything like that, but then again, I wasn’t in school for most of the year and I wouldn’t have had any way of hearing about the Glee Club, anyways. I’d just reacquainted myself with Rachel within the past month, after all. “Really?” I asked, obviously interested in the subject of New Directions. I hoped that perhaps she’d talk about the club. I would have much preferred to listen about what I might end up joining. “What song? And what outfit were you wearing?”

[/b] I figured that the fashion portion must have been big if they were doing Lady Gaga, considering she was big on fancy costumes. Perhaps the club had taken her lead in regards to what they wore while performing it. I wasn’t a huge fan of popular music, but I had to admit that even I liked Gaga. It was a wonder that anyone might not.

I opened my mouth, a bit startled at her question, but I immediately relaxed. Of course she wouldn’t know my name. I only knew hers because she was one of the most popular girls in the school and a Cheerio and a Glee Club member. It was rare for anyone in the school not to know her. I, on the other hand, lurked in the shadows. I didn’t like to be known because I didn’t like to be judged. It was unsettling to know that there had been rumors about why I disappeared from school before, and that only made me hide even more. I didn’t like people to bother with me. “I’m Lorelai,”[/b] I said with a nod and a soft smile. “Lorelai Anchors. And you’re… Brittany, right?”[/b] I figured I’d mention that so she didn’t think I was rude or anything. I didn’t like thinking that people might consider me rude.
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"Kurt had us do Bad Romance. It was awesome. I wore a lobster outfit. It was silver." Brittany said, smiling brightly as she remembered the outfits everyone had worn. It had been a fun week, and a nice change from the Cheerios outfit she wore all the time. Coach Sylvester had complained, but Santana had shrugged and told her that if Coach didn't let them wear the outfits, she and Brittany would quit the team. Luckily, Britt and Santana were the top two Cheerios now that Quinn had left, and their coach had complied.

"Lorelai. That's a pretty name." Brittany said when she introduced herself. She smiled slightly, nodding. "Yeah, that's me!" She was used to people knowing her name. It wasn't that she was conceited or anything, it was just something she had become accustomed to over her high school career. What with being friends with Santana, having made out with everyone in the school, and being a Cheerio and in the Glee club, it was just that Brittany was known. "So, did you try out for Glee club?" She asked with a warm smile, tilting her head slightly and playing with a string of her hair as she waited for her answer.

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OUTFIT same.
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[lorelai anchors]

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I tilted my head to the side a bit when she mentioned a boy named Kurt, trying to think of who that was. It sounded familiar. Then it hit me -- Kurt Hummel, the boy I’d met once at the 7-Eleven. He was really nice. “I bet that was fun. Probably sounded amazing, too, wish I could’ve seen it. And the lobster outfit sounds interesting.”

[/b] The Glee Club certainly seemed like they had a lot of fun doing what they did. Even Brittany, a Cheerio, seemed completely enthusiastic about New Directions and that made the idea of making it in so much more appealing. I knew I’d be an outcast, sitting quietly and doing what I was instructed to do while silently praying that I wouldn’t be given a solo, but to be part of something like that was definitely appealing. “Is that your favorite Lady Gaga song, then? Bad Romance?”[/b]

I smiled gently when she complimented my name, nodding slightly in her direction. “Oh, thank you. Your name’s pretty, too,”[/b] I responded, pushing a curl behind my ear. A wave of sickness hit me again and I sighed, leaning back in the chair to try and steady myself. The last thing I wanted to do was to get sick in front of this girl I thought I was starting to befriend. My nose wrinkled as she asked me about my audition, and I nodded feebly. “I probably didn’t do very well,”[/b] I murmured, “I have terrible stage fright. But… Yes. Rachel sort of persuaded me to audition, and… It’s kind of hard to tell her ‘no’. She doesn’t like that word very much, it seems.”[/b] Biting my lip, I tugged awkwardly at the hem of my dress. “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if I got in.”[/b]
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"I bet that was fun. Probably sounded amazing, too, wish I could’ve seen it. And the lobster outfit sounds interesting.” Lorelai said, and Brittany nodded in response, a wide smile lighting up her face. "It was really good. Kurt had really great choreography and we all looked fierce." She said in her usual bubbly, air-headed tone. It had been really fun learning the choreography and helping Kurt planned it. Brittany made a mental note to ask him to have her help him anytime he wanted help with dance moves, if she remembered by the next time she saw him. "Is that your favorite Lady Gaga song, then? Bad Romance?" Brittany shook her head. "I like the one where she sings about poking girls faces? Poke her face?" She said, frowning slightly as she tried to remember the name of the song. She was distracted by Lorelai's next few sentances, and gave up on trying to remember.

“I probably didn’t do very well,” she murmured, “I have terrible stage fright. But… Yes. Rachel sort of persuaded me to audition, and… It’s kind of hard to tell her ‘no’. She doesn’t like that word very much, it seems. I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if I got in." She said, and Brittany smiled reassuringly, shaking her head. "Everyone gets in. It's like, Mr. Schue's way of getting members, or something." She said, shrugging. She was pretty sure that the shy girl would get in. She wasn't sure if she would fit in, but then again, she never thought she would make friends with the kids in Glee either. She had a feeling Santana didn't like Lorelai, just because she was new and unpopular, but if Brittany asked her to be nice to the girl, she was sure Santana would at least be civil. Or ignore her. Either one would be better than Santana tormenting her. At the thought of Santana, Brittany smiled widely, a warm feeling filling her stomach.

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OUTFIT same.
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[lorelai anchors]

i tried to be like grace kelly
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I loved how enthusiastic she seemed to be about that Lady Gaga number. With a smile, I nodded to her and dropped the subject. It sounded like they did some really cool numbers, and I hoped that, if I did end up making it in, we’d do some more good ones this year. I’d only be in the club for one year, after all, considering the fact that I was due to graduate at the end of the year (provided I didn’t fail, which was completely possible). I couldn’t help but grin as Brittany tried to remember the Lady Gaga song that she liked most. Her stupidity and ignorance, I noted, was actually much more charming than annoying. I usually hated ignorance, which was dumb because only a year ago I was just like them, but she had a sweetness to her that made talking to her more enjoyable. “You mean Poker Face?”

[/b] I asked, trying to help her out, “That’s a good song.”[/b]

My heart sank when she said that everyone got into the club. Now I was even more worried. I wouldn't know if I actually did well or not if the auditions were a mere formality, and so I couldn't consider getting in an ego boost. And then there was the chance that Mr. Schuester had changed his policy for this year, cracking down on who he let in the club, and so if I didn't make it in then I would feel even worse than before. "Well... That's good, then,"[/b] I lied, smiling feebly, "I guess I made it in, then."[/b] Biting my lip, I wrapped an arm over my upset stomach and looked down, trying to think of a way to further the conversation. "So... Does everyone in Glee Club seem to, uhm, get along?"[/b]
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"“You mean Poker Face? That’s a good song." Lorelai said, and Brittany nodded enthusiastically, beaming widely. "Yeah, that one." One of the main reasons Brittany liked it so much was because Santana was often humming it, and it had gotten stuck in Brittany's head more than once. She had sung it under her breath more than once during Glee rehearsal whenever Schuester was talking, just to keep herself entertained.

"So... Does everyone in Glee Club seem to, uhm, get along?" Lorelai asked. Brittany thought for a moment, thinking about the kids in Glee club. Last year they had all had their problems with each other, what with the baby and then Jesse coming in, but at the end of the day, when everything was said and done, the Glee kids really cared about each other. Some more than others, yeah, but they all cared about each other.

"Sometimes." Brittany said, realizing that the girl was probably waiting on her reply. She wasn't sure if it would be the same this year, especially with the new kids. "But you're nice. I like you. I think the others will too." She said, smiling sweetly. It had only been a few minutes and Brittany already considered Lorelai a friend. She wasn't annoying or mean, and Brittany liked that about her. Brittany was usually more accepting than the other Cheerios, mostly because she had a sense of childish naivety that let her see the best in people, instead of the worst.

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It felt like an eternity before Brittany answered my question. It was something I really felt as though I needed to know. I didn’t like drama but if I was about to step into a pool of it, I at least needed to be prepared. Nothing was worse than having to deal with unexpected drama. I guess it wouldn’t be too bad for me, though, because I always made sure that I wasn’t involved in it. Ever since I went to rehab, I had made sure I stayed far, far away from any trouble like that. I didn’t need or want the stress, and I knew I wouldn’t be influencing the drama in any way. I actually went out of my way to keep from being a burden. I liked staying out of the way and not causing trouble for anyone. I nodded slowly when she answered me with that single word -- I guess avoiding drama was impossible, but I could stay out of it, right? Certainly.

Her next statement made me smile brightly. I never really thought I’d earn that kind of compliment from a Cheerio. It was nice to know that I’d won her over. Perhaps that would mean that I’d have another friend in Glee Club besides Rachel, even if Brittany would probably cling to Santana all the time. It was still comforting to know I’d have someone else there. “Well, thank you,” I responded softly, “You’re nice, too. Not frightening or intimidating like a lot of the other cheerleaders are.”

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Brittany smiled widely when Lorelai did. She liked when people were happy, especially when she was the one who made them happy. Despite the several mean things she might have done with Santana, Brittany did enjoy making people happy and seeing them smile. It gave her a warm feeling in her stomach. She felt like when they were happy because of her, she had earned their approval. It was one of the reasons she was mean to people. If she was mean, Santana would give her one of those smiles that made Brittany feel all bubbly inside. It was those smiles that meant the most to her.

"You’re nice, too. Not frightening or intimidating like a lot of the other cheerleaders are." Lorelai said, and Brittany's smile faltered slightly. She knew that she was talking about Santana. Most of the other Cheerios didn't bother with people who weren't football players or fellow cheerleaders, but Santana often went out of her way to make some snarky comment about someone she didn't like. "You mean Santana?" She asked, smiling with a hint of it's okay, I know what you mean.

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I frowned when Brittany guessed who I’d been talking about. I hadn’t only been talking about Santana, of course, though she was the main person I was referencing. Most of the Cheerios were mean, but they usually just ignored everyone they didn’t like. I had never been personally ridiculed by Santana, save for a comment snapped at me back at auditions, but I’d seen her approach other people to make fun of them. I knew that if I did make it into New Directions, I’d avoid her like the plague, because I really couldn’t afford to try and handle any mean comments. I did everything I could every day to avoid them, but with Santana, she seemed to come out with them whenever she wanted. No matter what I did, I couldn’t avoid it.

My cheeks stained a light crimson and I bowed my head. I was sort of embarrassed; she wasn’t going to like me if she knew I didn’t like her best friend. And, really, I was mostly just afraid of the girl. I shrugged sheepishly, biting my lip. “I… W-well, not… Not just Santana, I mean, all of them are s-sort of… Intimidating, and scary. I’m s-sure Santana’s nice, I mean, you’re her best friend and everything, but she doesn’t really like me. I’ve never much.. Spoken to her, but the one thing she did say to me before didn’t make it seem like she wanted me to be around, s-so.”

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