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Author's Note: Hi. So, I've decided to post this un-Beta'd, so any and all typos/mistakes are completely my own and I take full responsibilty for them. This popped into my head while watching the first ten seconds or so of Ne-Yo's "Mad" video, so I guess some credit should be extended there. Let me know what you guys think. And, as always, thanks for reading/reviewing/favoriting/replying to messages/all of it. You don't know the greatness that you all are. Thanks again. Enjoy!


"What time did you say again?"

Brittany rolls her eyes, switching the phone to her left ear as she waits for her smoothie to be prepared. "You're not paying attention to me."

"I am," Mike insists, his voice whining across the line. "I'm just paying more attention to Mario Kart. You know how distracting Rainbow Road can be."

Brittany nods, scratching the back of her neck absently. "All the pretty colors."

"Exactly. Plus, it's not like you're talking about anything remarkably important…"

"Ugh. Why are we friends?" Brittany groans, grabbing her drink and smiling kindly at the server.

Quinn smiles back.

"Because I'm the only one who can decipher the crazy things you say?" Mike supplies, still sounding distracted. "And our hotness factor when we hang out is like, off the charts."

Brittany grins, grabbing a straw and giving her smoothie a test drive. "We are pretty damn hot."

"The hottest," he agrees. "Okay, I've gotten blown up twice. We have to end this phone call."

"Whatever, Michael," she says, grinning when he grumbles. He hates when she uses his whole name. "Just make sure you're at the pizza place at seven. He's gonna be there tonight."

"Got it. Pizza Heaven. Seven. Bye."

"Bye," Brittany says, chuckling quietly to herself as she exits Jamba Juice. She pushes open the exit door, holding it for someone on their way in.

"Thanks," the person says and Brittany nods it off, stepping onto the crowded sidewalk of the city.

She's still struggling with her phone, forgetting momentarily which button ends calls and which one starts them – it's the same button – and she absent-mindedly steps off the curb without thinking.

That is the last mistake Brittany S. Pierce will ever make in life.

*o*O*o*

All she sees is white.

Everything is white.

The floor.

The ceiling.

The walls.

All white.

It's like being inside of a very healthy, very bleached tooth.

Brittany pushes herself into a standing position and realizes with a start that her clothes are different.

Her striped shorts and polka-dot shirt have been replaced with a long white robe and her feet are bare.

Her phone's gone and so are her earbuds, and her fingers and wrists are devoid of any jewelry.

And just when she didn't think things could get any weirder –

"Do not worry, my child," a deep voice resonates within the empty white chamber. "You are safe now."

Brittany gulps. "Wh-who are you?" she asks cautiously, her blue eyes wide.

She jumps suddenly when a hand touches her shoulder from behind and she startlingly spins around.

"What's the matter, Pierce?" the woman says, her smile more of a smirk. "You don't remember me?"

Brittany blinks, surprised to see her old cheerleading coach. "Coach Sylvester?"

"One in the same," Coach Sue Sylvester grins, speaking through a megaphone that mimics the voice from before again.

"You're God?"

Sue opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by another familiar person. "Don't even say it, Sue," Holly Holiday says, miraculously appearing from nowhere as well. "And what have I told you about using that voice changer? The big guy is not a fan and you're already on a short leash."

"Aw, but it's so much fun," Sue chuckles good-naturedly.

"Wait," Brittany shakes her head, trying to make sense of what's going on. "Where am I?"

Sue raises an eyebrow. "Do you really need to ask that question?" she asks, gesturing around. "Just look at the place."

"I'm not-"

"You're in Heaven, Blue Eyes," Miss Holiday says warmly, stepping up next to Sue.

Brittany's not sure she believes that.

"You made it to Heaven?" she asks Sue incredulously.

Sue shrugs. "Barely."

"But-but-but," Brittany starts, none of this making sense to her. "I was just at Jamba Juice. I got a smoothie. I was talking to Mike. I can't be-"

"Dead?" Sue fills in, somewhat menacingly.

"Sue," Holly warns.

"What?" Sue squawks, a little fed up. "It's time for some tough love. The sooner Blondie here wraps her head around it the sooner I can get back to watching reruns of WINGS. Get it? Wings? Ha. Ha. I crack myself up."

"Brittany, sweetie," Holly says gently, draping an arm around the younger woman's shoulders. "I know it's hard to believe but, it's true. You are dead." She waves her hand over the floor and it opens up – sort of – the scene revealing a chaotic intersection with an ambulance, an unmoving bus, and a body on a gurney.

When the hand slips off the gurney and Brittany sees the lifeless limb and – more importantly – the promise ring on its pointer finger she gasps audibly.

"But I can't be dead," she says, turning away from the scene. "There's so many things I haven't done yet. Like, track down Kevin Costner and let him know how much he sucks."

"Didn't the academy do that after Waterworld?" Sue asks.

"Or, find the Golden Ticket so I can go to Willy Wonka's factory," Brittany adds.

Holly turns to Sue with her eyebrow raised. "I'm not touching that one," Brittany's former Cheer coach says.

Brittany pouts, crossing her arms as she continues. "I haven't even had doggystyle sex, yet."

"Pretty sure you've got that one covered, Britt," Sue informs her. "I walked in on you and the dancing Asian that one time, remember?"

"That's what that is?"

Holly and Sue share a look.

"Yes," Holly states slowly, turning back to Brittany. "What did you think it was?"

"Sex with Snoop Dogg," Brittany answers with a shrug. "Or with Brian from Family Guy."

Sue just shakes her head, surprisingly speechless, and Holly, well, Holly just decides to ignore that statement. "Okay, well, the only reason you're here Brittany is that you completely missed something on your last day on earth. Something really important. Something like your soul mate. And, well, the man upstairs doesn't really like when people ignore fate so he smote you."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You ever watch 1000 Ways to Die,"Sue says excitedly, but Brittany shakes her head, unknowing. "Well, anyway, the really funny ones are where the big G-O-D got p.o.'d because those people had ignored fate. He really doesn't like when his best laid plans go to waste."

Brittany blinks. "So," she starts slowly. "I'm here because God got mad that I didn't meet my soul mate?"

Holly and Sue nod.

"I know I'm usually skating on the wrong side of the ice but what kind of crap is that? How does he know I wasn't going to meet him later? My soul mate? I mean, I have time, you know?"

"Nope, you don't actually," Sue tells her, pointing upward. "And I'd keep my voice down if I were you."

"That was the moment, Brittany," Holly says. "Your one moment. And you missed it."

Brittany pouts again, sitting down on the floor, not even caring about the stupid white robe. "It's not fair," she mumbles, crossing her arms again and kicking at…well, nothing, as the tears start to fall.

Holly gives Sue a pointed look and the other woman rolls her eyes grandly, but follows Holly so that they're both seated on either side of Brittany.

"Actually," Holly starts, leaning in closer to Brittany. "I thought it wasn't fair either and I had a little talk with the big guy and he admitted that he may have been a little quick with his trigger finger this time."

"Really?" Brittany asks, wiping at her eyes and sniffling.

"Yeah," Holly nods, giving her a little smile. "So, he decided to give you another chance at life. Basically: a do-over."

"Do-over?"

"Yes," Holly nods. "You get to relive your last day on Earth – the day where you were fated to meet your soul mate. Your only objective on this day is to not let that moment pass you by again. Do you think you can handle that?"

"I can," Brittany says, nodding eagerly. "Oh, please. Just one more try. I'll do it, I promise."

"Okay then," Holly smiles. "Close your eyes."

Brittany does as she says and all of a sudden she feels very sleepy, like she's been running for miles, baking in the sun, eaten until she'd sated, and drank two bottles of her favorite wine all in one go.

She's falling…fast, but her eyelids are so heavy that it's like they're glued shut and she can't do anything but let it happen; just keep free-falling into nothing.

*o*O*o*

"Brittany!"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Brittany awakes with a start, pushing up from her bed in reflex.

She feels the dream she just had slipping away and regrets it because judging by the state of her bed it was a doozey.

Thump. Thump.

"Brittany!"

"Oh crap," Brittany mutters, the voice she hears finally seeping into her brain.

She totally forgot she was supposed to be doing breakfast with Mercedes and Tina.

"Just a second!" she calls out, instantly hopping out of bed and trying to find something to wear.

There are not a lot of clean clothes available because she kind of hates her apartment complex's laundry room and she still has a pretty difficult time with the settings on the dryer.

What is fluff anyway?

And what is with the setting 'less dry'?

Who wants damp clothes?

Finally she just decides on her blue and white striped shorts and her black and white polka dot top and dashes to the door, breathless. "Hey guys. Ready to go eat breakfast? I sure am because I totally didn't forget that we were going to breakfast this morning," she says while adjusting her toggle hat.

Mercedes and Tina share a look; the one Brittany knows means 'She's being all weird and crazy again but it's okay because she's kind of adorable'.

"Well, we're picking up Finn on the way," Mercedes tells her, pressing the down button on the elevator panel. "I don't know why but he seems hell bent on going to breakfast with us this morning."

Something itches at the back of Brittany's neck, but she scratches it without thinking much of it.

*o*O*o*

"Hey guys," Finn grins, clamoring into the back of Tina's relatively small car. He scoots in even closer to Brittany than necessary. "Hi Brittany," he says shyly.

"Hey," Brittany says distractedly. That itch is really annoying her now. Maybe she's got a rash.

"So I figured we'd go to the diner and scoop up breakfast," Mercedes says. "And then head over to Kurt's thing. Apparently he and Blaine are having a naming ceremony for the dog."

"Sounds good," Tina nods, not really caring.

"Yeah. As long as we're done in time for my Jamba Juice run," Brittany says, using her index finger to soothe the itch. "Oh, but I have to go to the music store. I need some new earbuds. I probably dropped them or something again."

"Can I come with?" Finn asks with far too much enthusiasm.

Only Mercedes and Tina catch it though.

*o*O*o*

Breakfast…was awkward as hell.

Even Brittany could see that and for Brittany to notice anything it'd have to in neon colors surrounded by blinking lights and accompanied by a grandstand so, the awkwardness, was blatantly obvious.

It starts with Finn's insistence that he stay attached to Brittany which, normally wouldn't annoy her, but it was hot as hell and they were in a ceiling fan-conditioned diner, with long glass windows and a steadily heated griddle, so his lumbering form pressed up against hers was not a welcome experience.

Couple that with the fact that he kept wanting to share his food with her and she was one chicken nugget away from becoming angry Brittany.

Thankfully, the outing ended without major incident.

Major because there was one minor incident where her water glass may have been upended on his lap but, to be fair, he had been complaining about the heat.

Now, though, they were all headed to Kurt and Blaine's.

Finn – thank God – a safe distance away from her in the front seat this time and Mercedes to her side.

Now Kurt – and by extension Blaine – are relatively loaded.

Of all of the Glee kids – her, Mercedes, Tina, Blaine, Finn, Mike, Lauren and Kurt – he'd easily become the most successful taking his one man Broadway show Just Kurt to the top and beyond.

So, their place in the Hamptons was to die for.

"Hi Britt," Kurt grins, air kissing her on both cheeks and stepping back to admire her outfit. "Always staying ahead of the fashion curve, aren't we?" he says, nodding his approval. "I swear Blaine. One week she wears it, the next it's on the runway in Paris. You really should harvest your genius, Honey," he tells her, smiling widely.

Brittany shrugs bashfully, dragging the toe of her Converse across the carpet.

"I hope you all don't mind," Blaine says, handing out drinks. "Kurt and I didn't have enough time to prepare one of our culinary masterpieces so we're ordering out. But, this pizza place is the best in the city. You're going to love it."

"I don't doubt that," Mike says, swallowing down a too big gulp of wine. "You dudes have excellent taste."

"So where's this puppy we're going to name?" Mercedes asks, looking around the immaculate and large living room.

"Puppy?" Blaine asks, looking confused. "We didn't say it was a puppy."

Kurt grins and moves to another room, speaking loud enough to be heard. "We went to this charity event for Save the Animals. And well, this guy was up for adoption and when we saw him we just couldn't resist," he says, sounding nearer again.

Finn nearly spits out his wine when he sees the size of the creature.

Mike jumps up into Tina's arms…and she drops him.

"I thought you said dog not horse," Mercedes almost yells, standing up so as to not be eyelevel with the beast.

"Mr. Ed," Brittany says, snapping her fingers and looking around. "It's the perfect name, right?"

"He is not a horse," Kurt says, scratching the dog between the ears. "He's a Great Dane and yeah, they're relatively large but he's as passive as a fly," he coos, squatting down a half an inch so that he's eyelevel with him. "Aren't you? Yes you are. Yes you are."

"You can name him Hans?" Brittany suggests, only getting blank looks in response. "What? Hans J. Wegner was a great Dane."

Brittany's getting those looks again, only this time she feels a little uncomfortable but thankfully the doorbell rings and she excuses herself to get it.

"Hi. Thanks for ordering a pizza from Pizza Heaven. Where the pizza is so good, you'll swear it's from God," a monotonous voice drones out, holding a pizza box in her face. After a minute or two, the guy actually looks up from the phone he'd distracted himself with and the grin on his face is instant. "Well, hey," he drawls.

Brittany smiles back. "Hey."

"Brittany," Blaine calls from within. "That's the pizza, right? It's prepaid so just bring it on in."

"Boyfriend?" the guy asks, nodding into the house.

Brittany scrunches up her nose. "No way."

"Do you have one?" he asks, leaning on the door jamb and keeping the pizzas just out of reach when she grabs for them.

Her cheeks heat up when she notices him brazenly checking her out.

"Nope."

"Awesome," the guy says, reaching into his back pocket for something. He produces a business card for Pizza Heaven. "Well, I totally think that you – hottie without a boyfriend – should come down to the joint tonight at seven. My band and I are going to be performing and I think I could use a little extra motivation."

Brittany grins, taking the card, and he finally hands over the pizza. "I'll… think about it."

"Okay," he smiles, stepping back blindly. "You do that…Brittany?"

"Wait," she calls out when he turns to leave. "What's your name?"

"You can just call me Puck."

*o*O*o*

"So, what did you need to get here?" Brittany asks him, inspecting the earbuds section. There are just so many choices and colors.

It's like looking at an electronic rainbow.

Or, you know, not like that at all.

Finn looks a little startled. "Um, what?"

"What did you need? I mean, you came here to get something, right?"

"Oh," Finn says, his cheeks reddening. "Yeah, of course. I came here to get, uh-" He randomly grabs something off of a CD rack. "This."

Brittany looks confused. "The Best of Ricky Martin?" she reads.

Finn swallows. "Yeah. I love to uh…shake my bon-bon."

"O….kay," Brittany says, turning back to her original task. "Weird," she mutters under her breath.

Soon, she has her earbuds and Finn has his 'to die for' Ricky Martin CD and they're at the checkout, waiting in line.

It's weird but that itch at the back of Brittany's neck is burning big time, and she rakes her nails across it…hard.

"Did you find everything you needed?" the saleswoman asks, her eyes on Brittany.

"Yeah," Brittany answers distractedly, still scratching as she fiddles around in her pocket.

"Are you sure?" the woman asks and Brittany finally catches her eye, her frown of annoyance dropping the moment they make eye contact.

"I'm…" she starts, the itch turning into a slow burn. "I'm pretty sure, yeah," she finally manages to say.

The other woman looks amused and she tosses her chestnut locks behind her shoulder as she presses some buttons on the register. "Well, if you forget something, or if you need anything, you know where to find me," the woman says, holding out her hand.

Brittany stares at her hand for the longest time before she realizes with a blush of embarrassment that the woman's only asking for money.

"Here," she says, dropping some bills onto the outstretched palm, gasping quietly when the woman's hand momentarily closes over her fingers.

The woman chuckles and hands her her change and Brittany high-tails it out of there as soon as she gets her merchandise, Finn right on her heels.

"That…was weird," he says.

Brittany's chest is heaving and that burning itch is starting up again. "Tell me about it," she mutters.

"That chick was hitting on you," he breathes, choking on a subdued laugh.

Brittany frowns. "Don't call her 'chick'. I'm sure she has a name."

"Yeah," he says, still looking awestruck. "I didn't look at her name tag though. I was too in awe that she was actually hitting on you…and you…you were letting her," he accuses, although not maliciously.

It's all too much for Brittany though and she stiffens momentarily. "I did not."

"Yes you did," he goes on. "You just stood there while she was saying stuff and… looking…at you."

"Well, what was I supposed to do Finn? 'Cause a scene? Tell her that 'while I'm flattered, I'm sorry but my see doesn't saw that way'?"

"You're right. You're right," Finn concedes, his shock finally wearing off. "It just threw me."

"You and me, both," she says, her shoulders finally relaxing. "Maybe I should go back," she says, suddenly, surprising both Finn and herself with that one. "I mean, to clear some things up. I wouldn't want her to think that she's done something wrong. I did run out of there pretty fast."

Finn nods, mulling it over. "It couldn't hurt. And that way it won't be weird the next time you go there."

"Yeah," Brittany says, already turning back as she nods. "Let's go."

Her phone goes off just then, Bruno Mars' "The Lazy Song" playing loudly.

"Oops," she stops, reaching for the device. "That's my Jamba Juice ringtone," she says, steering her body in the opposite direction. "I'll catch up with you later, Finn."

"But…" he calls after her already-too-far-away-to-hear-him form, "I like juice too!"

*o*O*o*

"His name is Puck?"

Brittany winces a little at Mike's shrieking tone. "Were you captivated when you were younger or something because your voice just got way too high."

"The word you mean to use is castrated and no, I wasn't. The sheer unbelievable…ness of you electing to hang out with a guy named Puck is doing this to my voice."

"I think it sounds cute," she says, smiling into the distance dreamily. The lady at the counter catches her eye and smiles and Brittany smiles back, nodding in approval when the woman turns to make her regular.

Her neck starts itching again.

She makes a mental note to schedule a doctor's appointment.

"I think it sounds stupid. I mean, he must be a jarhead or something."

"You're ridiculous."

"Mmm hmm."

"And you're not even being a good friend right now? It's not like I've had that many options. It's either this or Finn or that guy in 2B with the pubic hair fro."

"Yep."

"Anyway, you're coming with me so it'll be cool. If he's a total stinky-head, you can bail me out."

"What time did you say again?"

Brittany rolls her eyes, switching the phone to her left ear as she waits for her smoothie to be prepared. "You're not paying attention to me."

"I am," Mike insists, his voice whining across the line. "I'm just paying more attention to Mario Kart. You know how distracting Rainbow Road can be."

Brittany nods. "All the pretty colors."

"Exactly. Plus, it's not like you're talking about anything remarkably important…"

"Ugh. Why are we friends?" Brittany groans, grabbing her drink and smiling kindly at the server.

Quinn smiles back.

"Because I'm the only one who can decipher the crazy things you say?" Mike supplies, still sounding distracted. "And our hotness factor when we hang out is like, off the charts."

Brittany grins, grabbing a straw and giving her smoothie a test drive. She doesn't really have to. Quinn makes them perfect every time. "We are pretty damn hot."

"The hottest," he agrees. "Okay, I've gotten blown up twice. We have to end this phone call."

"Whatever, Michael," she says, grinning when he grumbles. He hates when she uses his whole name. "Just make sure you're at the pizza place at seven. He's gonna be there tonight."

"Got it. Pizza Heaven. Seven. Bye."

"Bye," Brittany says, chuckling quietly to herself as she exits Jamba Juice. The annoying itch kicks up ten-fold as she pushes open the exit door, holding it for someone on their way in.

"Thanks," the person says and Brittany nods it off, stepping onto the crowded sidewalk of the city, and wondering if anyone would think her odd if she slaps her neck right now.

She's just about to step off the curb when a voice calls out to her, drawing her attention.

"Hey!" they say. "You dropped your earbuds."

Brittany turns around and the person she'd held the door open for is standing there, holding her brand-new purchase and grinning.

Brittany smiles sheepishly and starts forward, not noticing the bicyclist heading her way until it's too late and her newly made smoothie is splattered all over the ground.

She frowns, looking after the bicyclist and then squints when she realizes the person's wearing a red tracksuit and looks a lot like her dearly – yeah, right – departed former cheer coach.

"Bite me Blondie!" the cyclist calls out and her frown reappears until a chuckle scratches against her ear.

"I'm sorry," the woman says, stepping back out of the door and carefully walking back over to her. "I don't mean to laugh but that pout is too adorable."

Brittany's eyes widen and the itch? Well, it's still there, but it's cooled down now.

It's just a slight irritation right beneath the surface of her skin.

"I can buy you another… if you'd like?" the woman asks tentatively, seemingly unable to read Brittany's behavior.

Brittany doesn't know why, what even possesses her to do so, but, for some reason, she nods and when the woman grins at her, large and wide and amazingly bright, the itch disappears completely.

"Come on," the woman says, reaching out a hand and grasping hers, tugging her into Jamba Juice without another moment's hesitation.

"So, what's your name?" Brittany asks, holding the door open, smiling in return this time when the woman steps through.

"Santana."

Neither one of them notice the bus passing by behind them.

*o*O*o*

"See?"

"Shut up."

"I told you she would get it."

"And I said, 'Shut. Up.'."

"You're such a crankypants," Holly says, rolling her eyes as they watch Brittany and Santana from across the street. "Could it be because you didn't get your do-over right?"

"I've said it once and I'll say it again. Will Schuester and I are not soul mates. And I don't care what the 'Boss' has to say about that," she grumps, using her fingers to air-quote the word 'boss'. She crosses her arms in defiance and openly glares at Holly.

"Watch it Missy. I told you once, you're on a short leash. And Lucifer's been chomping at the bit to get a chance with you."

Sue rolls her eyes at the empty threat and watches as Brittany blushes brightly when Santana slyly slips a hand over hers. "Do you think she'll ever figure out that you're 'Him'?"

"Nah," Holly shrugs and stands, readying to cross the street. "No one ever does."


Author's Note #2: Oh, and here's a snippet of something else I've been working on, tentatively titled: Post-Season Three Speculative Fic

*o*O*o*

"Oof," Santana grunts, swinging her carry-on bag over her shoulder.

Brittany is standing next to her, still trying to get the handle on her rolling suitcase to let up.

She couldn't believe they'd actually done it; made it to New York.

It took a lot to get to this moment and now that she's here, nothing, nothing, can bring her down.

"Santana!"

Except that.

Santana flinches, grabbing Brittany's hand and pulling her through the airport terminal. "C'mon Britt-Britt."

Brittany looks over her shoulder as Santana moves them swiftly through the throngs of bodies. "But someone's calling you."

"Ignore it," Santana grunts, hiking the bag closer and trying not to slip on the shiny floor.

She should have worn sneakers.

"It sounds like-"

"Ladies," Rachel says, suddenly right in front of them.

Santana curses, rearing back and putting a hand to her chest as Brittany squeals excitedly, throwing her arms around the shorter girl. "Hi Rachel!"

"Hello Brittany," Rachel enthuses, hugging her back.

"You are a leprechaun," Santana grumbles, prying them apart. She's not used to Brittany hugging things, okay? "Where'd you come from? I thought we left you back there," she says, hooking a thumb behind her.

Rachel smiles, smoothing out her skirt. "I took some ventriloquism lessons over the summer. I've gotten really adept at throwing my voice."

"Can you catch it too?" Brittany asks.

Santana just groans, shuffling forward again, this time with Rachel in tow.

"It doesn't quite work like that, Brittany," Rachel tells her, moving along. "So, are you guys excited?"

"Super excited," the blonde says.

"I was doing fine until about a minute ago, Berry," Santana snips.

Rachel rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Santana. I say we just bury the hatchet right now. I mean, it's not like we're going to be able to avoid each other."

"But I can try my damnedest though," the Latina smirks.

"Well then I guess you'll be seeing a lot less of Brittany."

Santana stops, an arm bar going out against Brittany's stomach and Rachel's chest. "Whatchu talkin' bout, Midget?"

"Didn't Brittany tell you? She and I are roommates," Rachel says, hooking an arm around Brittany's petite waist.

Santana's eye twitches.

Brittany claps her hands together excitedly. "It's gonna be so much fun."


Author's Note #3: So, yeah, if I had my way, I'd write them all in college (everyone that's on the show now pre-Season 3) and move on from there so, we'll see what I shake out of my head, yeah? Let me know what you guys think.