Brittany/brittany Glee Novels & Stories

“Wow!, just wow! You guys would look cute together.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I scrunched my brows. “That’s why you refused my proposal. Isn’t that it? So you can marry your Prince Charming” “Eww! Hayden isn’t my Prince Charming!” “You don’t have to pretend. I know and it’s fine. It was my fault falling for you!” He spat. “Ezra!” *** “Brittany! Brittany Jones!” I heard the homeroom teacher called and I flinched almost falling off my seat.

"Wait. I'm not finished." I was about to pull free when the fast clip of heels came up behind me. A figure cut between us. Brittany jabbed a finger in my face. "I knew it. Your amnesia is an act. You're trying to claw your way back to Damien. God, you are such a scheming little—" "Listen up. Damien and I are holding our mating ceremony. If you keep throwing yourself at him, I'm going to deal with you personally, you home-wrecking bi—"

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

I greeted her, smiling. Brittany's face lit up with a soft, sweet smile. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled back at her, taking in her delicate features and shy demeanor. She was indeed a pretty girl, with an understated charm that was hard to ignore. As we exited the building, I accidentally stumbled upon a group of girls engaged in a hushed, yet animated conversation. They were the epitome of the school's elite – Priscilla, Nati, Nicole, and Luci, all members of the revered cheerleading team.

She let out a cry as she scratched her knees on the floor. "Oops my leg slipped out .. sorry " Dimitri said with a mocking tone. Brittany who had been watching couldn't take it anymore Dimitri and Bridie were just too much of a bully. She stood up from her seat and walked towards Dimitri , side in her knew she was going to regret what she was doing but another side in her didn't care. Brittany stretched out her hand and helped Natalie up. The classmates were stunned and began mumbling. Brittany is now growing wings

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

she countered. “and I am proud of my work,” she said. Brittany walked in, her black flowing freely around her body. Priya had a wicked smile on her lips, “Britt, do you think this dress would bring Hades to his knees?” Priya asked, with a smirk. A tiny smile formed on Brittany’s face, “but it will be Daisy, begging,” Brittany muttered. I scrunched my face, looking at my friends argue about my sex life. “Enough, angel and demon,” I gritted out.

Brittany smiled. She wanted to touch Natalie’s face, but Natalie quickly brushed her hand away. “If you act insolent to me again, I’ll teach you a worse lesson than in the past!” Natalie snarled while glaring at Brittany. “Oh, you did get me fired from the company and suffered a huge loss a few years ago. But...” Brittany gave Natalie a deep look. “You still look attractive to me, Natalie. Even more attractive after changing your appearance.” Natalie shuddered. In the past, Brittany was a manager at a modeling agency, just like Irina. She was beautiful and competent, so many models liked her. However, only a few people knew that she was a lesbian.

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

Gia replied, her tone dripping with lazy sarcasm as she rolled her eyes, “Brittany is an incredibly proud child and, frankly, a little spoiled. Obviously, she brought out her claws the moment a new girl showed up wearing the latest couture and effortlessly stealing her popularity. Your daughter threw a tantrum because she couldn't handle not being the center of attention.” “How dare you?!” Hilary slammed her palms onto the table again, standing up as her chair scraped aggressively against the floor, “My Brittany is a legacy student! Your little brat was right there in that video giggling like a hyena while they backed that poor girl into a corner! Don't you dare try to pass the blame onto my