brittany s. pierce

fmk; kurt sam blaine

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 07:40:21 -0500

umm, they’re all gay, right?

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Sun, 20 Nov 2011 21:58:06 -0500

friendly-cat: pretty kitty :3

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 20:18:05 -0500

friendly-cat:

pretty kitty :3

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Sat, 19 Nov 2011 21:51:06 -0500

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Sat, 19 Nov 2011 20:16:06 -0500

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Sat, 19 Nov 2011 10:23:00 -0500

kefashion: iambrittanybitch: what happened to her...

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 09:08:21 -0500

kefashion:

iambrittanybitch:

what happened to her face?

Nothing happened to her face, B. It’s makeup.

oh. I thought she got bone implants or something.

what happened to her face?

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 08:59:42 -0500

what happened to her face?

wefoughtthewar: trendy puss.

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 06:38:25 -0500

wefoughtthewar:

trendy puss.

this poor cat has some intense sunglasses

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 04:29:13 -0500

this poor cat has some intense sunglasses

ki-tt-en: my future home

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 04:25:54 -0500

ki-tt-en:

my future home

I wish my cat could put his human-like paws to good use rather...

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 04:17:20 -0500

I wish my cat could put his human-like paws to good use rather than lighting up

it would be even better if he could play guitar, but we can’t have everything

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Sat, 19 Nov 2011 04:13:52 -0500

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 03:43:23 -0500

wanna come cuddle with us, Kurt?

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 03:04:00 -0500

kefashion replied to your post: I’m going to go cuddle with Lord Tubbington

:( I love you too, Brittany.

I'm going to go cuddle with Lord Tubbington

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 03:01:17 -0500

since he’s the only one who loves me anymore

WHAT?! This is upsetting.

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 02:38:33 -0500

Please wait an hour before asking any more questions.

less drunk now...

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 02:32:33 -0500

probably shouldn’t have 12 jello shots in a row… like ever…

drunken phone call (Brittany/Santana)

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 02:20:02 -0500

lopez-tana:

Santana took another drag from her cigarette while she listened to Brittany, “You’re drunk,” she said calmly knowing she herself hadn’t drank nearly half as much as Brittany, “And I really, really don’t need to hear this. Sex is more than that. You’re the only girl I’ve ever… sex is more than fun and now it’s pretty much ruined for me. I’m a bitch, you treated me as so, and now it’s done. We’re done,” Santana said ignoring the tears running down her cheeks, “Tomorrow I’m signing papers and finally doing shit with my life so, so stop fucking with my head.”

“For the smartest person I know, sometimes you can be super dumb,” Brittany replied. “I don’t think you’re a bitch. I think you’re beautiful, and funny, and clever, and talented, and pretty much the best person I have ever met. Sure, you can be a little too harsh once in a while, but so can anyone.”

She sighed. This was difficult to put into words. “Just because I am drunk doesn’t mean I don’t know my feelings. I know what my heart says no matter how many jello shots I’ve swallowed,” she said. “I know I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, more than my pets, or my friends, or any of my boyfriends, or anyone else. You were my girlfriend for a small part of our relationship Santana, but you have always been my absolute best friend. Since we were little. You say we’ve always been more than friends, and you’re right, but for most of our friendship we weren’t girlfriends, and I don’t know why we can’t… revert to that? I miss you more than anything. I feel like a gopher ate out my chest because it is so empty all the time. I feel even worse than I did that week Lord Tubbington ran away, and you know how I cried that entire week. I have felt that sad since you left. I made one mistake and I just want it to go away, Santana, why don’t you believe me?”

drunken phone call (Brittany/Santana)

Sat, 19 Nov 2011 01:57:17 -0500

lopez-tana:

Santana reluctantly made her way out of the club and into the alley behind it to light a cigarette. She had significantly sobered up and wasn’t looking forward to the phone call she was receiving. Santana considered ignoring the call while she took a drag and let the smoke drift out of her nose. Rolling her eyes she clicked answer and brought the phone to her ear, “Make this quick,” she said rudely.

“Hi, Santana,” Brittany replied to her rudeness. She could hear the pulse of the club. Santana hadn’t even made it back to her hotel. She paused for several moments, trying to think of how to start the conversation. It was clearly a very touchy subject for both girls, and Brittany wanted to approach it in the best way possible. “I… Santana, I do love you,” she started, with a slight slur to her words. “I never stopped loving you.”

She paused again. This was harder than she thought it was going to be. “You know, when we had the sacred circle with Holly Holliday? How you said you were confused about everything? Well, I was confused, too. Especially when I woke up that morning…” She sighed and shook her head. “Wait, no. I don’t know how to explain this very well, San. I just love you more than anything in the whole wide world and if we loved every person we had sex with you and I would be so full of love we wouldn’t have room for anything else. Sometimes sex is love, like me and you. Sometimes sex is for fun, or for exterior motives. Sometimes it is just a complete mistake, like me and that girl.”

Brittany realized she was rambling, so she paused to allow Santana to respond.