The Easiest Form Of Expression.

"Hey, Mike," Brittany said brightly, coming into the auditorium. "Ooh, what are you doing?" Brittany asked, and her eyes lit up when she realized he was dancing. "Ooh, you're dancing! Can I join you?"

"Yeah!" Brittany said, jumping up and down. "What song are we going to dance to?" she asked excitedly.

Brittany laughed alongside Mike, grabbing her thigh as each giggle escaped her throat. "That was awesome!" she exclaimed. "Do you have Firework?"

"We shall," Brittany replied, giggling as she took his hand.


Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting throught the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you




Brittany smiled as he spun her and she fell into his arms, limp. "You have... really pretty eyes," Brittany confessed, staring into them.

"Sure," Brittany replied, giggling. "What song this time?"

"Awesome!" Brittany piped, as the rhythmic beat began to play through the auditorium.

"Sounds like fun," Brittany giggled, bouncing up and down again like she was five. "I'm really sore. I seem to never stop moving, I just came from Cheerios practice and now I'm dancing with you, and I dance in Glee Club and whenever I get home I always practice my routines for Cheerios and Glee..."

"I like your truck," Brittany said. "I wish I had my license, and everytime I pass the driving part of the test, but I... repeatedly fail the written exam," Brittany confessed to Mike as she hopped into the car.

"So, is this a date?" Brittany asked, confused. "Because... well, don't tell Santana, because she's kind of possessive of me, but I've... been wanting to go on one with you for a long time."

"Totally," Brittany replied, giggling and twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger Mike looks so hot when he's nervous,[i] Brittany thought.

"Thanks!" Brittany said, as she climbed out of her seat, her feet landing on the solid ground. "So, do you think the football team will win the next game?" Brittany asked, a small smile gracing her face.

"Yeah," Brittany said as her and Mike walked up to the counter. "Everyone's always saying how it's so sad that the girls cheering for the players are better athletes than the boys."

"Thanks," Brittany replied, giggling and fluttering her lashes. "I could say the same for you, I guess. I'd totally ask you to makeout with me, but I heard rumors that you were going out with Tina and I don't want to date someone who two-times girls."

"Sure," Brittany replied, giggling when she realized how much of a gentleman he was. She stepped up to the register. " Low fat. low whip Green Tea Frapp," she told the bored teenager at the register, and then stepped aside so Mike could order his.

"Yeah, you're awesome too," Brittany replied, smiling at Mike. She chose a table and took a sip of her frapp. "What did you order?" she asked.