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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Sam_Evans/Brittany_S._Pierce
  Character:
      Brittany_S._Pierce, Sam_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, Underage_-_Freeform, AU_setting, Oral_Sex, Child_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-07 Updated: 2013-02-09 Chapters: 4/? Words: 9245
****** Are You 18 Miss? ******
by TrixieLestrange
Summary
     A 25 year old Sam meets a, what he thought was a 21 year old
     Brittany.
Notes
     Warnings: Sex, underage drinking, underage sex (Britt’s 16 and Sam’s
     25.)
     Summary: A 25 year old Sam meets a, what he thought was a 21 year old
     Brittany.
     A/n: This is the prequel to Birthday. And started as a RP between my
     friend Swan (omgswanomg on Tumblr) and me. She also beta’d it.
     A/n2: Brittany is at the age of consent in the state of Ohio.
***** Are You 21 Miss? *****
Chapter Notes
     Warnings: Sex, underage drinking, underage sex (Britt’s 16 and Sam’s
     25.)
     A/n: This started as a RP between my friend Swan (omgswanomg on
     Tumblr) and me. She also beta’d it.
     A/n2: Brittany is at the age of consent in the state of Ohio.
 September
Brittany knew that it was a school night and she shouldn’t be going out this
late. But, she really needed a drink. Even at 16 she had a fake id that said
that she was 21, she got it with Santana and Noah from his cousin who made
them. She had a bad day with Couch Sylvester yelling at her the whole time
during practice in the morning and then after school over just the smallest
things. She told her mom that she was going over to the Lopez’s but she ended
up parking outside one of the two bars that were in Lima, Ohio.
She walked in wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a tight top and people turned
to look at her. She was more than happy for her looks that made her look older
than she really was. She walked up to the bar top and sat down in a stool and
waited for the bartender to arrive. And when he did she ordered just a simple
drink and showed him her ID when he asked.
She wasn’t paying attention when a tall blonde guy walked in. He was wearing a
suit and looked tired, probably just off his job. She did notice when he sat
down next to her. She was sipping on her drink, not really wanting to draw
attention to herself. The bar was crowded for a Wednesday night, which was odd.
“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” He answered the bartender when the guy came
in front of the two of them. He took the drink off the bar top and took a sip
of it and gave Brittany a wink.
“Hi.” Brittany looked at the man that sat down. She could tell that he was
older than her, probably legally allowed to be at the bar. She took in the
sight of his rumpled suit and hair.
“Brittany,” She turned in her seat just enough. The guy was cute she would have
to say. She brushed a lock behind her ear. She wondered if maybe she would get
more out of this night besides having a hangover tomorrow morning to become
worse at cheerio practice.
“I’m Sam. Nice to meet you.” He responded, shifting so he was facing her, too.
Watching her play with her hair, he imagined what this talk could lead to.
Maybe, if he was lucky, he wouldn’t be leaving here alone tonight. “What brings
you here tonight?” His cheeks turned a bit pink at the question and he ducked
his head shyly, laughing. “Sorry, that sounded like such a line. I guess I need
to get out more.”
Brittany couldn’t help but giggle at what Sam said. She noticed the light blush
on his cheeks and how he ducked his head. It made him look even cuter. She took
a sip of her drink and then started to stir the straw around in the glass.
“It’s fine really.” She gave a small shrug, “Really, just a bad day at school.”
She was going to play the role of a college student that went to the community
college that was just two towns over. This was her usual story when she went
out and it usually worked out very well. “How about you? Bad day at work?”
Sam took a quick drink of his own, setting it back down. “Yeah, I know how it
is. I graduated last year, luckily. And if they ever tell you that it gets
better after college, take it with a grain of salt.” Laughing quietly, he
settled into the bar stool, smiling. “Terrible day at work, actually. It’s,
what, eleven? Midnight? And I got out maybe twenty minutes ago.”
“Well I’ve got about one more year to go.” She pulled the straw out of her
glass and licked it. She was trying to be flirty because she really wanted to
see how far this would go. She knew that she was too underage to even be having
sex in most people’s eyes.
“One more year, that can’t be too bad.” Brittany could tell that he was
watching what she did.
She peeked at the watch on her wrist, “Just after midnight. That has to suck.
Where do you work, where they kept you so long?”
“I’m a secretary at a law firm. And it’s not as luxurious as it sounds.” He
smiled. “Do you work anywhere?”
She watched him try to even the playing field by sliding his blazer off,
showing off defined muscles in his arms and chest through the white dress shirt
he wore under it. Brittany licked her lips as she took in the sight.
She finished up her drink and placed the glass on the counter. “Oh that sucks.”
She shook her head, “Not yet, I’m waiting to finish up at school right now.”
She turned her head just slightly to look at the small dance floor that was in
the bar, “Can you dance?”
“Must be nice, not having to work through college.” He said, smiling good-
naturedly. Pushing away thoughts of his post-high-school employment, he turned
his eyes to the dance floor as well. “Um… I can sort of dance? I’m not ballroom
level or anything, but I’d love to dance with you.” The smile on his face was
guileless, without intent.
“It’s because my parents are paying for things,” She couldn’t help a little
sigh. Her parents were strict, especially her father. He wanted to keep a
better eye on his little girl and that’s why she didn’t have a job and really
just went to school and her dance lessons after. She slid off the bar stool and
grabbed his hand.
“I think you’ll be good enough for this dance floor.” She smiled and led him
over to the floor. She could tell that Sam had his eyes on her so she swung her
hips just a little bit more as she walked in front of him. Sam pulled her close
once they were on the dance floor with his hands on her hips and they started
to dance to the song that was playing.
Brittany looked up at him and she couldn’t erase the smile on her face as they
dance. She only had one drink but it warmed her up since she was so small. And
for a second it looked like he was going to kiss her but instead pulled her
closer. She pressed her body against his. She was tempted to kiss him herself
when Sam surged forward, capturing Brittany’s lips with his own in a kiss. They
stopped dancing just to kiss in the middle of the dance floor. Neither of them
cared for the eyes that watched them. Brittany deepened the kiss by slipping
her tongue past his lips to run along his and she let out a small moan.
Sam pulled away from the kiss, “Should we take this somewhere a little more
private?” He asked, voice low and wanting.
Brittany smiled and licked her lips when he pulled away and then nodded her
head, “Your place?”
He smiled back, relieved at her answer. “Come on, it’s a really quick walk.” He
held out a hand, silently letting her know it was okay to say no, but that it
was also okay to trust him.
“Great,” Brittany took his hand in hers. She knew that he was giving her an
option, but nobody said that she was as innocent as her father thought that she
was. She knew that some of the men in the bar were going to be jealous that Sam
got to take her for the night and she was okay with that.
Sam curled his fingers around her smaller hand as they walked out of the bar.
The night air hit them as they stepped out of the warmth of the bar. It didn’t
take them long to end up in the front of a decently-sized apart complex. With
practiced ease, Sam punched in the security code to the front door and opened
it for her with a sweeping arm gesture and a little bow. “My lady.”
“Well thank you,” she did a small curtsy and walked in.
Sam led them up to his apartment, keeping a hand on the small of Brittany’s
back to gently guild her along. He opened the door with a key and thankfully he
had cleaned up the place not that long ago, so it didn’t look that bad of a
bachelor’s pad. Shutting the door with his foot, he crowded her against it,
trapping her with his arms on either side of her head.
“Sorry it’s a mess out here,” he murmured, leaning his head in close. “I
promise the bedroom is clean, though.”
Brittany smiled up at him when her back hit the door, “Oh is that so.” She
leaned up and kissed his lips.
Sam kissed her back fiercely, licking and nipping at her bottom lip. He dropped
one hand to her hip, pulling her closer with a belt loop. The other hand moved
to the back of her neck, playing with the loose strands of her hair. Brittany
opened her mouth against his lips and ran her tongue over his bottom lip asking
for entrance, wrapping an arm around his back as he pulled them closer. When
Sam opened his mouth her tongue slipped past his lips and ran along his. Sam
moaned against her mouth as their tongues battled for dominance. He tugged her
hair a little; he tilted her head for a better angle and took over the kiss,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Sam pressed his hips forward, searching for some kind of friction. Brittany
couldn’t help the groan when she could feel how turned on Sam was. He broke off
their kiss with a quiet gasp, instantly moving to kiss from her jaw to her neck
and sucking hard at the junction of throat and shoulder. Sliding a hand under
her shirt, he rubbed gently over the curve of her breast.
She moved her head to the side to give him more room on her neck. “Sam,” she
moaned, pressing even closer to him.
“You taste amazing,” Sam rumbled, satisfied with the red mark on her neck. He
moved up to tug on her earlobe with his teeth, chuckling when she moaned
against him.
“Fuck, I want you so bad, Britt.” With determination, he reached behind her to
unhook her bra one-handed, only fumbling for a few seconds or so.
Brittany untangled her arms from around Sam’s body and crossed her arms to pull
at the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off and just dropped it to the floor,
then slipped her bra off also since he already undid the hooks. “I want you
too. So much.”
Sam slid his hands along her bare sides and without hesitation he leaned down
and took her right nipple in her mouth, sucking gently. His free hand rubbed
gently over the other nipple. Brittany’s hands tugged at the bottom of Sam’s
dress shirt untucking it from his pants and slowly starting to unbutton it. Her
head fell back, hitting the door as she pressed closer to his mouth and hand.
Sam moved up to kiss her again, letting go of her so he could slip out of his
shirt. He pulled the undershirt off as well, barely breaking away from the kiss
each time. As soon as their bare chests touched, he moaned brokenly. Brittany’s
hands went over Sam’s abs, running along them and taking in the hard muscles
that she found there. She moaned into the kiss when he grabbed her ass.
“Jump up.” He whispered, smirking at her. “Don’t worry, I can definitely carry
you.”
 “With these big muscles I know you can.” She grinned.
She jumped up just enough to where she could wrap her legs around him and she
wrapped her arms around him too.
 “I hate to be a cliché, but I do work out every day. Plus, you’re pretty
tiny.” Keeping his hands anchored under her ass, he walked her towards the
bedroom, kissing her the whole time.
“I’m not complaining,” She admired the fact that, even distracted and not
really being able to see where was going, he made it to the bedroom without
bumping into anything.
When they reached the bed, he laid her down gently, hovering above her and just
looking at her body. Brittany looked up at him from her position on the bed,
taking in the sight of him shirtless.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss
between the valley of her breasts. With quick movements, he unbuttoned her
jeans, running a hand underneath the seam of her panties.
Brittany’s cheeks gained a light blush; it was usually just “pretty” that
people called her, and rarely at that. But, then again, that’s high school boys
for you. “You’re not half bad yourself handsome.” She raised her hips off the
bed to help him pull her pants off and she let out a small moan. She was
already wet and she knew he could tell.
“Thanks.” He replied, ducking his head and smiling a little. He slipped a hand
between her legs, sliding a finger against the wet spot on her panties. “So,
wet already. Fuck, that’s hot.” He breathed, kissing her stomach.
Brittany’s hips bucked towards his hand, “Fuck,” she bit her bottom lip as her
head fell back against the pillows under her. Her fingers started to run
through his hair. She thought it was a little too long to be working at a law
firm but she liked it on him.
Sam groaned when she played with his hair, hooking his thumbs on the waistband
of her panties and slowly pulling them down and off her legs. He then moved
back up and placed a kiss on both the insides of her thighs and rubbed his
thumb against her clit.
“How do you want it, baby? I can pound you into the mattress, or you can ride
me, or… anything. Anything you want.” He sat up looking down at her, keeping up
his hand movements and watching her slowly unravel beneath him.
Tugging on his hair a little, Brittany got Sam to move his head enough to where
she could capture his lips in a quick kiss. “Fuck, I want to ride you. I do.”
She turned the tables and was able to get their positions switched to where Sam
was laying on the bed and she sat between his legs. She undid the button to his
pants and pulled down the zipper. She grabbed both his pants and boxers at the
same time and pulled them off Sam’s body at the same time. And she took in the
full view of him naked. Sam turned slightly, rustling through his bedside
drawer and taking out a condom, holding it up as if to say ‘come and get it’
with a cheeky grin.
“So big,” Brittany wrapped her hand around Sam’s cock and gave it a stroke and
then she leaned down and gave it a few kitten licks on the tip just to tease
him a little bit. Sam’s eyes slammed shut, jaw clenched and moaning as she took
his cock in her mouth. She wrapped her lips and sucked on just the head,
pulling back and shimmying out of her panties and grabbing the condom with a
smirk.
“Tease.” He growled when she pulled off, eyes dark with lust.
She straddled him and ripped the condom wrapper open and slid the rubber onto
his cock. She gripped the base of his cock and lined it up with her hole and
she slowly sunk down on it.
 “I’ll get you back for—“He didn’t finish his sentence, instead groaning loudly
as she sank down on him.
Brittany groaned as she slid all the way down. “You’re so big.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gasped, hips involuntarily shifting upwards a
little.
“Fuck.” She rocked down against him. She raised herself up and then fell back
down, her head falling back with a moan.
Sam easily matched her pace, trying not to go as fast as he’d like. “Feel so
good, Britt.” He mumbled, knowing he was probably repeating himself and not
caring. Sliding his hands down her sides, he gripped her hips, changing the
angle a little so he was deeper inside of her and could thrust easier. Brittany
cried out when the new angle made him hit her sweet spot. “R-right there.” She
quickened her pace, rocking her hips down and matching his thrusts easily as
she rested one hand on his stomach, hair falling forward.
“Fuck, just like that.” He grunted, hips snapping upward and a sheen of sweat
dotting his forehead. It was harder to move with her hand on his stomach, but
he enjoyed the challenge, letting go of one of her hips to rub over her clit.
“C’mon baby, give it up for me, fuck!”
“Yes, Fuck!” Brittany raised herself almost completely off his cock and then
slammed back down showing off the muscles in her legs. Her free hand moved up
to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it as she tightened up around Sam,
“Clooose.”
“Me too.” Sam groaned, working his fingers faster against her and trying to
keep pace with her new rhythm. His stomach heaved up and down, always out of
breath, but he didn’t mind. “C’mon, come for me, you can do it, just let go.”
He slammed his hips upward, trying to keep himself from coming before she did.
“Fuck… Fuck!” Brittany swore as she started to come thrusting down one last
time. Sam’s cock hit all the right spots. Her head fell forward as her hand
dropped from her chest, breathing heavily.
Sam threw his head back, letting out a low groan as she came. He thrusted
upwards a few more times before gasping out a quick, “fuck, yes!” before coming
as well, head lolling against the bedspread. He felt her still clenching around
him and made a breathless noise, a little oversensitive.
Brittany fell forward to just lie on top of Sam as they both came down from
their high. She almost had nodded off before Sam moved her off of his chest and
to the side. He got rid of the condom and then pulled the blanket over them and
curled up with Brittany and the two of them fell asleep cuddled together. 
***** Morning After *****
Chapter Summary
     Title explains it all.
Chapter Notes
     Picks up right after chapter 1.
Valerie started to play in the silent room. It sounded different from the
original. Sam had pulled her close during the night, nuzzled up against her
back and a leg between hers. With a yawn, he opened his eyes blearily, looking
for the source of the sound.
“S’that your phone?” He mumbled, wincing at the broad beams of sunlight
permeating the room; from the shadows, he knew the sun was just beginning to
rise.
Brittany opened her eyes just a little not recognizing the bed that she was
sleeping in. And then last night came back to her and she snuggled back towards
Sam until he spoke and then she sat up quickly. She knew that it was Santana
calling her.
“Shit it is.’ And she quickly got out of the bed and went looking for her phone
and she answered it right before the last ring. She started to walk around the
bedroom as she talked to Santana, who wasn’t happy that she wasn’t already at
the school, since they had morning practice and Coach was going to yell at her
again if she’s not there.
Sam watched her walk around, seemingly unconscious of the fact that she was
nude. He didn’t mind, of course. It gave him a great chance to look at her ass,
and it was really hot, besides. The look on her face when she picked up didn’t
bode well, however.
“Everything okay, Brittany?” He called out softly, hoping his voice didn’t
carry enough to be heard by the person on the other line. If it was a teacher
calling or (God forbid) a parent, he wasn’t sure if he was awake enough to
defend himself.
“I’ll be there Santana. I’m leaving like right now. Okay. Okay see you soon.”
Brittany closed her phone. Santana has been her best friend since first grade
and they always watch out for each other. Shit, they even tried a thing
together earlier that year, but it just didn’t work out well. She ended the
call and went looking for her panties, “It was just my friend. I’m going to be
late and my coach is going to have my head.” She gave up looking for them and
just slipped her jeans on.
Sam didn’t bother telling her that her panties were across the room, instead
watching her bend down to pick up her jeans with a smirk. “Your coach, huh? Are
you on a sports team or something?” Swinging his legs off the bed, he stood up
as well, pulling out a clean pair of boxers from his dresser and slipping them
on.
“Cheerio actually,” Brittany looked around again and then remembered that her
shirt was back over by the door and she walked out of the bedroom to go find
it. “Coach Sylvester is going to have my head. I was late yesterday for
practice.
 “Do you need a ride? I can drop you off, if you want.” He got the feeling he
was missing something, but wasn’t quite sure what yet.
“Can you please?” She yelled behind her.
Sam followed after her quietly, the words not really registering for a moment.
As soon as they did, he came to a standstill in the doorway between living room
and hallway. “You’re—You’re a Cheerio?!” He said loudly, face paling almost
comically fast.
 “I thought you w-were in college, and, and didn’t have a job because,
because…” Breath choking off, he sat down in the nearest chair available,
resting his head in his hands. “Oh God. I’m going to get sent to jail. I am
going straight to hell, without passing Go or collecting two hundred dollars.”
“Sam,” Brittany turned around after putting her bra on. “Fuck,” she cursed. She
blew the whole thing. Freaking phone call.
“Um,” She brushed her hair back with a hand. “I should be going. I don’t need a
ride. It’s fine. I can walk from here.” She winced and grabbed her shirt.
Sam shook his head a little, trying to clear his thoughts. “No, it’s… it’s a
long walk, I can at least give you a ride.” Taking a deep breath to steady
himself, he stood up, going back into his room to put on some clothes. He
imagined explaining this to his friend Tina at the office, and what she was
going to inevitably say, and how Captain America was judging him from afar for
being a no-good, low-down, dirty pedophile. Walking back into the living room,
he slipped on his shoes.
 “So, your ID is fake, then?” He asked conversationally, trying to act like
everything was fine. Even though his stomach was in knots.
Brittany finished getting dressed in the living room as she waited for Sam to
come back out of the bedroom. Sam wasn’t supposed to find out. She only
expected it to be a one thing anyway. But, last night just had something extra
she couldn’t put her mind to what it was. She nodded her head again not really
looking at Sam’s face, “I’m 16.”
Sam sighed, opening the door for her and wishing things were different. That
this had been a normal night on the town and a refreshingly normal, semi-
awkward morning. He had made up his mind before he fell asleep last night to
ask her out on a date, but now… Well, now he had a sixteen-year-old in his
house and she was going to be late for high school. This, he thought, was
always just his luck.
“Well, now that I think about it, you did look really young.” Sam snorted a
little, leading the way down to his car. Instead of letting her respond, he
hastily changed the subject. “We’re going to McKinley, right? Your coach
doesn’t host the practices off-campus or something?”
For once Brittany actually felt bad for leading Sam on. This wasn’t the first
time she’s done this, but usually she leaves before its morning. It was
different with him, she didn’t mind falling asleep next to him. Which ended
them up in this situation.
“Yep, we just practice on the football field.” She followed him to where his
car was parked and she got in the passenger side when he unlocked the doors.
Sam hardly ever let anyone in his car, so he winced as she slid in, noticing
the thin layer of fast food bags and work-out magazines that littered the
floor. “Sorry it’s such a pigsty in here,” he apologized, shifting into the
driver’s side and starting the car. “I don’t normally drive with other people.”
Brittany scrunched her nose at the sight of the floor of the car. “It’s fine.”
She settled into the seat looking out the window.
Taking a deep breath to stem his inevitable freak-out, he tried to keep the
conversation going. “So do you normally have practice so early in the morning
or is this just a once-a-week thing?”
She really didn’t know if she could look into Sam’s face because she felt
really bad for what she did to him. And he was being so nice to her. “It’s
about every other day actually. Sue wants another Nationals title so she works
our butts off for it.”
Sam noticed she wasn’t looking at him at all and felt pretty horrible, thinking
she must be upset by his freak-out earlier. But he didn’t mention it, knowing
if that were the case then nothing he said would change anything. “Yeah, I
remember the Cheerios were a pretty big deal when I went to school there, but
nothing like National championships or anything. Must be nice to be on a
winning team.” He tried to smile, but it felt wrong on his face. Without
noticing it, he had driven a little faster than normal, pulling up to the
football field and trying to hide his face a little from the curious teenagers
trying to catch a good look at him.
“Two years in a row so far.” Brittany noticed that Sam sped up driving towards
the high school. Sue was actually really proud of her current squad especially
with Quinn Santana and her, who took the top three spots in it. She could see
some of the other cheerleaders already on the field but thankfully she didn’t
see the red track suit of her coach yet.
“So, listen.” He babbled suddenly, fumbling for a piece of paper. “I know
asking you to stop going to bars and hitting on strange guys isn’t likely to
happen, because you’re young and listening to the strange guy who had sex with
you last night probably isn’t going to change your mind. But if you ever get in
trouble and need some help or whatever, don’t hesitate to call me, okay? I
promise to be totally non-creepy and get you out of whatever situation you need
me to.” He scribbled his number in barely-legible handwriting with a pen he
found in a cup holder, thrusting it in her general direction. “Just… try not to
get yourself into that kind of situation, okay?”
Brittany turned in her seat as Sam tried to find paper and a pen. “Sam you
don’t have to,” she watched him write down a number and she took the piece of
paper anyway. She looked down at it and then up at him and gave Sam a small
smile, “Thanks. And thanks for the ride.” She leaned over wanting to give him a
kiss but thought against it because it probably was a bad idea and then she got
out of the car and started walking towards the building.
“You’re welcome.” He said to the empty space she left behind. Sam watched her
walk away, feeling something flutter in his chest that normally wasn’t there.
And how incredibly, deeply stupid that he had feelings for this girl.
 ‘She is underage, you sick bastard’ he thought to himself, finally getting
himself into gear and driving away. ‘You’ll probably never hear from her again
and this was just a one-time thing.’ It didn’t stop the sinking in his gut,
though; he was really going to miss Brittany. If and when he saw her next, he’d
do a better job of apologizing and letting her know that he feels terrible for
having taken advantage of her. It didn’t even cross his mind that she had lied
about her age; he just simply thought he should have known.
Brittany looked back at his car once she caught up at the field. There was
something. Something that felt completely different that morning when she woke
up. She didn’t feel the need to just leave his apartment. Something that she
couldn’t put a finger one, since she never felt it before. But, he tricked her.
Probably would never see him again. And she felt bad for this. Maybe if they
ever do meet again, she could tell him she was sorry. That this was all her
fault, and she hoped that nothing bad would happen to him. She turned back
towards the cheerleader that was talking to her and then walked to the school
building and to the locker room and change into her uniform.
Sam let himself drive away, only watching for a split second as she walked up
to her friends and started talking with them. ‘I wish things were different,’
he thought, turning a corner and losing sight of her. It was only halfway down
the road that he realized he had driven all over town without pants on.
Fuck, he was so getting arrested.
 
 
***** Knight in Dorky Armor *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam is Brittany's Knight in Dorky Amor.
Chapter Notes
     T rating.
     Warnings: Small amount of child abuse
     A/n: Swan came up with the title. This is also unbeta'd but I wanted
     to post it. I will update it later with a Beta'd version.
     A/n2: Just a early Christmas Present. Sorry it took so long to finish
     this. I hope you enjoy. And Happy Holidays.
Brittany was close to the front door when a hand wrapped around her upper arm
and pulled her back. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Dad," Brittany turned around to see her father's face, "Santana's, just for a
sleepover."
"Oh no you're not. You're dressed like a whore." He looked at the short skirt
and low-cut tight top. She was just about to grab a light coat that was hung by
the door. "You go right back upstairs and change."
"No, Dad. I'm going to just see Santana. There's nothing wrong with my outfit."
She tried to pull her arm out from his grip.
Mark Pierce pulled on her arm, tightening his grip, "You do not say no to me,
young lady. Now march your ass back upstairs right now."
Brittany was able to wrench her arm out of his grip and make a move to grab her
coat to escape the house. But he grabbed her again making her turn and slapped
her across the face.
"Upstairs," he growled and let go of her arm again and watched as she looked at
him, shocked. But she stomped her way up the stairs.
Brittany slammed the door behind her when she got to her room. She could hear
her father yell something, probably about her slamming the door and then her
mother try to talk to him. This wasn't new, her dad yelling at her; even
hitting her. But Susan Pierce didn't do anything about it; she just stayed back
in the shadows and tried to calm him down after. The idea of running was always
first in her head. But there was always a chance that once she left, that he
might take it out on Ana. And she didn't want that on her little sister.
Brittany patted her pocket to make sure that her phone was in there before
walking to the window in her room and pushing it open. A tree grew right next
to the house, and was close enough for her to climb out onto the closest
branch. This wasn't the first time she had snuck out, and she knew that she'd
be in trouble for it later; there was just no way was she going to stay home
tonight. She climbed down the tree enough to jump down and she started to walk.
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Sam looked over at his phone that was sitting on the coffee table in front of
him. It buzzed, alerting him to a text message. He picked it up and unlocked
the screen, not recognizing the number at first.
B: Sam? Hey, it's Brittany.
S: Hey Brittany. How's it going? Is everything okay?
B: Is this a bad time? I was just curious if you wanted to do something.
S: Brittany, I think maybe we shouldn't do anything. I mean with everything.
B: Oh yeah, sorry. I'll just...yeah
S: Wait…is everything okay? Why are you out this late?
B: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just out walking.
S: It's almost midnight. Where are you? I can come get you.
B: Oh no you don't have to do that.
S: Seriously, where are you? I don't want you getting kidnapped or something.
B: Two blocks from Maple Street.
S: I'll be right there. Stay there, okay?
B: Sure
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Brittany wrapped her arms around herself as she waited under a street light.
She finally looked up when a car pulled around the corner and she recognized it
as the one that dropped her off at school just a few days ago. She stepped
closer to the curb of the sidewalk as Sam pulled to a stop and he rolled down
the window.
"Britt, hey. You okay?" There was a look of relief on his face.
"Hi, Sam. And yeah okay," She didn't sound all that sure of herself. She had
her arms wrapped around herself since it was cold out for a September night.
A frown appeared on Sam's face as he noticed how cold Brittany was. He gestured
towards the car, inviting her in. "I promise I'm not, like, some creepy serial
killer or stalker or something. Is it… Would you like to, um…" He stumbled over
his words a little, trying to say them as normally as possible, "Would you like
to come to my house and warm up or, or something?"
Brittany giggled as Sam stumbled over his words and she nodded her head,
"That'd be nice." She walked around to the other side of the car and got into
the passenger side of the car.
Sam pulled away from the curb and started on his way back to his apartment.
"So, how was your day?" He winced at his awkward attempt at small talk.
Brittany gave the car a sweep and noticed that there wasn't any trash from the
last time that she was in it. "It was okay, and then it got worse," She
shrugged and turned to look forward as they drove.
Sam noticed that she didn't want to talk about it and decided to just turn up
the music, singing loudly and dramatically to the first song he found on the
radio. Hoping to get a smile from her, he belted, "Cause baby you're a
fiiiiirework, c'mon show 'em whaaaat you're woooorth!"
She started to laugh as Sam began to sing along with Katy Perry, "Really?"
"Come on, it's a classic song!" Sam said, still singing along loudly.
Brittany shook her head and started to sing along. Sam grinned at her as they
sang along and he pulled up to his apartment complex. "Hey, you've got a pretty
good voice!"
"It's okay, really. But, you're good though," she waited for him to park in his
spot and she stepped out of the car.
"Maybe we should duet sometime," Sam smiled at her, not noticing the double
entendre of his words and led her up the apartment. She couldn't help but
giggle at the joke.
"Feel free to help yourself to anything, blankets and food included and," he
stopped talking when he turned around; in this light he was able to see her
face better, shocked at the red mark. "Britt, oh no. What happened?" He reached
out towards her face gently, letting his hand fall when he realizes what he's
doing.
Brittany's whole body flinched when he raised his hand towards her. "S…sorry,"
she shook her head, 'I-it's nothing. Really."
Sam made a distressed sound, "Someone hit you," he took a deep breath, reaching
out towards her again, slowly. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just…. I want to
make sure you're okay."
She closed her eyes and gave a small nod. She tried to stay as still as she
could as Sam brushed his fingers along her chin gently, just barely moving her
head so he could get a better look at the mark.
He hissed quietly, "Shit, that looks like it's gonna bruise. Let's get some ice
on it, okay?"
Brittany opened her eyes just a little when he touched her face, "Yeah… that'd
work. Thanks."
Sam wanted to hug her or hold her hand and had to literally force himself to
move towards the kitchen. Bustling around in there for a few minutes, he came
back out with a cold compress and a towel wrapped around it. "You don't have to
tell me who did it, or anything. I just want to tell you I'm here even if you
just want me to shut up and put a Disney movie on." He offered the compress to
her.
Brittany took it and placed it lightly on her face, "I don't mind you talking
really. And Disney movies?" she asked with a small smile on her face.
He smiled back, "Duh, of course. What kind of self-respecting secretary would I
be without a secret addiction to kid movies? He moved towards the couch and
knew that Brittany followed him, "Why don't I make popcorn and you can pick a
movie." He pointed to where there was a wide collection of moves next to the
TV.
Brittany sat in front of the boxes and she could really see that he had about
every Disney movie. There were the classics, Lilo and Stitch, the new
princesses. There also was a wide range of movies that any nerd would be proud
to own. Including, unopened Avatar and Star Wars boxes. "You've got a lot."
"Yeah, but just try not to bread the seals on the box sets, okay? Those are
intentionally left unopened," He said from the kitchen where she could hear the
microwave running.
"Gotcha," she recognized most of the movies that sat there, a lot of them she
owned herself. Nobody really would think that she was a Marvel fan, but she
was. Looking back over to where the new movies sat she pulled Tangled out.
"How's Tangled?" She stood up and turned around to see him walking back into
the living room with a big bowl with popcorn in hand and also two water
bottles.
"Great Choice!" Sam placed the bowl on the coffee table and took the case and
started to fiddle with the TV so the movie can start playing.
Brittany sat down on the couch and grabbed the bowl to place in her lap. When
Sam was done he grabbed the blanket that was sitting the back of the couch and
wrapped it around her and sat down on the other side of the couch so they
weren't close. Brittany pulled the blanket tighter around her as she settled
more into the cushions as Sam got the movie to start up. "Thanks, Sam. I know
you didn't have to do this."
"Hey, it's no problem at all, trust me," Sam mentally kicks himself for how
creepy that sounded. "I promised to help if you needed it and I meant it. You
seem like a good kid."
"Yeah, still, sorry about the other day," Brittany winced a little and looked
at him.
He fought down a blush, dammit, how did this even happen to him, "It's okay. I
should've asked for clarification," he coughed a little, still fighting the
blush. "Your friends didn't bug you at practice, did they?"
"So, what form now you're going to ask for ID from your dates?" Brittany tried
to hold back a giggle but failed and then shook her head. "Oh no. They wouldn't
do anything like that."
Sam bursts into laughter, running a hand through his hair self-consciously, "I
guess I have to now, huh?" He grinned at her, to show he's teasing. "They
didn't ask about you getting out of a strange guy's car to go to practice? I
wish my friends were like that," he rolls his eyes good-naturedly.
She shrugged, "Not really, well Q asked about it but it was nothing. Santana
was just happy to see that I got there on time."
Sam nods, understanding, "So, Cheerios. You guys going to Nationals again this
year, too? Everybody at the office was pretty excited when they heard about
it." He quietly laughs, "I guess being out of high school has made us all
bigger Titan fans than we realized."
"We are hoping. Sectionals are soon and the way Sue is training us, we better
win," she grabbed a handful of popcorn and munches on it.
"I'm sure you will. Let me know if you do, okay? If I can get time off, I'd
love to go." Sam mentally kicks himself again for how that sounded and hastily
changes the subject, "So besides Cheerios, do you do anything else for school?
Soccer or a dance troupe or something?"
Brittany shrugged, "Um, sure if you want to," she looked at him curiously
wondering at what Sam was doing really, "I go to a dance studio when I have
free time."
"A dance studio that makes sense, you wanting to be a dancer and all. Right. I
should've guessed that…"
"It's more of a hobby."
"With the way you dance? I bet you could make a career out of that,' Sam gave
her a sincere smile, nudging her shoulder with his a little, "I mean, I only
got the bump-and-grind version, but you were pretty good at it, so I'm guessing
you're good at other dances, too."
"My dad doesn't want me to," Brittany had a look of hurt on her face when she
brought up her father; "He thinks that it's just a stupid dream of mine." She
gave him a nudge back, that didn't have that much in it, "I dabble in other
genres."
Sam noticed the look on her face but didn't want to say anything about it,
"Parents are just scared of letting their kids dream." He tries not to sound
wistful, "If you have a talent, you should use it to make the world better."
Shakes his head, thrusting the melancholy tone away with a grin, "I'm guessing
modern and pop and lock sort of stuff, right?"
"I guess," she frowned a little. She knew that there was no changing of his
mind, and since she still lived under his roof, she had to listen to him. He
was the one with the money that would help her pay for college, but that was of
course if she got that far. "I do ballet as well. Not as much, and not
recently. But, I started with that. You know little blonde girl in a pink
tutu."
"I went and saw Swan Lake a few years ago, it was really cool," Sam smiled,
"Ballet seems really hard though. I'll stick to reading comic books, its way
easier." Sam said in a teasing voice.
She nodded, "It really is, that's why I don't do it anymore." She looked
towards where the movies sat, "I noticed the superhero movies." She teased
back.
He smiled down at his hands, "I'm kind of a huge nerd. I went to the Avatar
preview at midnight dressed up and I have costumes made for conventions and
stuff. It's mostly a hobby though…"
"Let me guess, Captain America?" Britt gave him a small smile, "Iron Man is my
favorite, well at least in Marvel. DC I'm more on the villain's side and I like
Cat woman. I have most of the same movies."
He's about to make the motion for a high five or a fist bump, but realizes it's
not the best movie to make after she got hit, and instead fails his hand
awkwardly in his lap for a moment. 'That's awesome! Man, I don't think I've
ever met a girl that's watched a superhero movie without her boyfriend's
influence." Sam beams at her, "And definitely Captain America, I rock the stars
and stripes."
Brittany shrugged, "Well I'm not one of those girls. I've seen them all. We'll
you've got the hair and if I remember correctly the abs too," she smiled and
looked down at Sam's stomach and then back up. "I usually dress up as Black
Widow, I rock the body suit."
He stumbles awkwardly over his words trying not to blush, "I…yeah, I can see
that, you," he cleared his throat, "probably look very nice."
"Maybe next time there's a convention nearby we can go. I'll show you my
costume if you show me yours," Brittany noticed the blush that Sam tried to
cover up.
"Y..yeah..maybe" Sam nodded before standing up quickly and pointing vaguely at
the kitchen, "I forgot to, um, grab myself something to drink so.." he
awkwardly shuffles back, "Yeah. Okay. Be right back." He dashes away cursing
himself for the image of Brittany in a skin tight suit and being turned on at
all from it.
He takes a minute or so to compose himself in the kitchen, shifting through the
fridge and the freezer to make some noise, before he walks back into the living
room with a can of soda in his hand.
"You know, you did grab something," Brittany said over her shoulder pointing at
the extra bottle of water that sat next to her own.
He looked down at the water bottle and quietly curses himself, "I wanted soda
instead," he flops back on the couch next to her, leaving space between the two
of them, more than there was before.
"Mmmhmmm," Brittany shook her head.
They went back to watching the movies, not really talking anymore but paying
attention as Rapunzel ran around the kingdom with Flynn. It was just up the
part where Rapunzel saw the lanterns while in the boat when Sam turned his head
and noticed that Brittany's was leaned up against his shoulder and she appeared
to be sleeping. She looked so much more like her age with her eyes closed and
her mouth just slightly open. He brushed a lock of her hair off her face and
wanted to place a kiss on her lips but pulled back from it. He would be taking
advantage of her, if he kissed her while she slept. This was the girl that he
wasn't really able to keep his mind off of. He thought over and over about what
happened the night they met. How they just seemed to click. But he also thought
about the consequences that would occur for them, mostly him, if they were to
do anything else.
He grabbed the remote and turned the TV off and he slipped off the couch,
making sure not to jostle her enough to wake her up. He then slipped an arm
under her legs and wrapped the other around her, picking her up Sam carried her
to his guest room and laid her down on the bed and tucked the blanket up to her
chin. He placed a quick kiss on her forehead, "Goodnight, Brittany."
He didn't see the small smile on her lips as she snuggled to the blanket around
her as he left the room and closed the door behind him.
***** Hush my love don't you cry *****
Chapter Summary
     Brittany comes home after spending the weekend at Sam's/
Chapter Notes
     Warning: Child abuse
     A/n: I'm sorry this took forever to write. More than a month oops.
     School started up again and that's nuts.
     A/n2: The lyrics are from 'Lullaby' By Creed.
It was Monday afternoon, just a little after 3. Santana pulled her car up in
front of the Pierce house since she drove Brittany home. Brittany hadn’t been
home since Friday night when she snuck out.
“Thanks, San,” she turned and gave her best friend a smile. The mark on her
face was covered up by make-up that Sam had taken her out to buy.
“It’s no problem, Britt,” Santana said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brittany got out of the car and silently cursed when
she saw that her dad’s car was parked in the driveway.
She knew that she was in trouble, being away from the house all weekend. She
walked up the walkway to the house and grabbed the spare key that sat under a
flower pot and let herself inside the modest size house. Nobody met her at the
door, so she tried to walk quickly to the stairs.
“Brittany,” Brittany froze when she heard the deep voice of her father call
from the living room.
“Yes dad,” she walked back towards the living room.
“Where were you all weekend,” Mark was sitting in his armchair that sat in the
middle of the living room.
“Santana’s house.”
“I had your mother call over there, and they said that you weren’t there.”
Brittany could tell that her father was just starting to get mad at her. “Now
where were you?”
“At another friend’s house Dad,” Brittany looked down at the ground; she
couldn’t look at him in the eye.
“I told you that you couldn’t go anywhere and you decided to stay out all
weekend. You were at a boy’s house weren’t you?” Mark stood up from his chair,
his right hand balled into a fist.
“No, dad I wasn’t. Just a friend that was a girl.”
“Don’t lie, bitch,” Mark stepped up to her and slapped her across the face hard
enough to where she lost her balance and fell down.
“Daddy please,” Brittany put a hand to her cheek which was red and look up at
him.
Mark kicked at her legs and then grabbed her by her hair pulling her up. He
called her names to her face and Brittany couldn’t help the tears that started
to fall down her face. She gave up trying to get him to stop until someone
pushed her away and stepped in front of her. She looked and saw Ana standing
there.
“Ana, no,” She grabbed her sister’s hand, trying to get her to move.
“Move, unless you want a teaching too.” Mark stopped just right before he hit
his younger daughter.
“Stop hitting Brittany,” the seven year old girl stood up to her father.
Brittany could see she was scared, but she didn’t want Brittany getting hurt
again.
Brittany heard a smack but didn’t feel it. She could see that Mark had hit Ana
and the little girl started to cry. She pulled her close and wrapped her arms
around her facing away from their father making shushing noises.
“Out. Get out of here. Go upstairs.” Mark moved around the two girls and sat
back in his chair and turned to the TV.
“I got you,” Brittany whispered to Ana as she rushed the two of them upstairs
and to her room.
Brittany kept her arms wrapped tightly around her sister’s shaking body until
the tears stopped. “Oh Ana,” she ran her hand over her hair that was just a few
shades darker than her own.
“Britty,” Ana looked up at her, her cheek red.
“Never do that again. Please Ana-bear. Please, I can’t see you like that.”
Brittany shook her head.
“But he was hitting you. He shouldn’t do that.”
Brittany rocked her, “But if it’s me, then it’s not you. Never you. I can’t see
that. I rather it is me.”
“I-I don’t want it to happen anymore.”
“I know. I know. But I can almost move out, like another year and I’m out of
here. And I’m going to try to get you out, too. I can’t think of what he’ll do
once I’m gone,” Brittany kissed her temple while still rocking her. “We just
have to get through this.”
Ana buried herself more into Brittany’s embrace as she gave a small nod, “I’d
like that, living with you. Away from Dad.”
“We’ll go far away. And we’ll find a nice little place with two bedrooms and we
can bring Tubbington and Charity with us. We’ll get you into a nice school and
maybe I can find work at a dance studio.”
She closed her eyes, “Can you sing for me Britty?” Brittany rubbed Ana’s back
as she started to sing,
 
Hush my love now don't you cry
Everything will be all right
Close your eyes and drift in dream
Rest in peaceful sleep
 
If there's one thing I hope I showed you [x2]
Hope I showed you
 
Just give love to all [x3]
 
Oh my love... in my arms tight
Every day you give me life
As I drift off to your world
Rest in peaceful sleep
 
I know there's one thing that you showed me [x2]
That you showed me
 
Just give love to all [x3]
Let's give love to all [x2]
Just give love to all
Let's give love to all
Just give love to all
Let's give love to all
 
By the time she was done singing, Ana’s breath had slowed down and she was
asleep. So, Brittany scooted up a bit on the bed, her arms still around her
small frame and laid down. She kept her close and looked down at her face and
cursed herself for letting their father put a hand on her. Up until now it was
only her who he hit. And she was more than happy to take every hit if it meant
that her sister didn’t have to go through it. Even with the age difference
between the two sisters Brittany always felt close to her and she wanted to get
away from this but she couldn’t leave Ana.
I’ll protect you. I’m not going to let him hit you again. We’ll get out of here
and be safe.Brittany closed her eyes.
 
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It was a few hours later when Brittany’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She
quickly grabbed it before it could wake up Ana and the name “Sam” flashed
across the screen when she looked at it. She unwrapped her other arm around her
sleeping sister and moved off the bed to make sure not to wake her. Unlocking
her phone she read the text:
 
S: hey, did you get home safely?
B: Hi Sam. Yeah.
S: Was everything okay?
B: I guess. It wasn’t a good idea to stay with you all weekend.
S: I’m sorry Brittany. I should have taken you home earlier.
B: oh no. Really. I liked this weekend. I liked talking to you and everything.
S: Well that’s good. But maybe we shouldn’t do it again.
S: Do you wanna talk about it?
B: yeah, we probably shouldn’t.
B: Maybe at another time. I’m kinda tired.
S: Okay Britt. I’ll talk to you tomorrow maybe?
B: Sure
S: Night
 
Brittany put her phone on her nightstand with a sigh and changed out of her
uniform and into a pair of pajamas. She thought about waking Ana up to change
her clothes also but thought against it. Her sister actually looked peaceful in
her sleep curled up. She slipped back onto her bed and wrapped her arm around
Ana, falling asleep again.
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