stripperbrittany
stripperbrittany
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HeMo Naya HeYa Brittana It was always on ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I will go down with this ship
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GLEE S06E08 A Wedding
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stripperbrittany · 9 days ago
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Hey tumblr I got you some brittana fan art 😁 👍
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stripperbrittany · 24 days ago
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“You’re sweet.”
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stripperbrittany · 24 days ago
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Art inspired by this story by skintightsocks. Some artistic liberties taken to keep it more PG :P Also, this is not one of the pictures I was actually meant to be drawing…*sigh* Damn you, fic!
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stripperbrittany · 27 days ago
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stripperbrittany · 27 days ago
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The First Time Ever I Saw Her Face
The long awaited (okay, maybe not by anyone but me) NeverEnding Story is (partially) posted. First fifteen chapters are up on FF.net
Prologue
It was a beautiful fall day during the last week of September and Brittany S. Pierce was sitting under the big oak in the middle of the quad. It was her freshman year and she was snapping pictures to get a head start on her end-of-semester media project.
She heard a shout and swung her camera in the direction the shout had come from. Through her viewfinder, she saw a Latina snatch a frisbee out of the air and sling it back to the guys who had lost control of it. Brittany couldn't hear what the guys said but her breath caught in her throat as her camera captured the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen.
She wanted to catch up to the Latina; wanted to get to know her. But. She had a strict rule: when she was dating someone she didn't initiate or pursue anyone else. She sighed; she and Rachel had been dating for three weeks. Before she could talk herself into chasing the Latina, she was gone.
A week later, Brittany was cursing herself as she realized that she and Rachel weren't compatible and broke things off.
She spent the rest of her freshman year, unsuccessfully, trying to find the Latina
End Prologue
xoxoxoxoxo
Chapter 1
The second time she saw the girl, Brittany had stepped out of the first class of her sophomore year. She stopped cold. Not three feet in front her was the beautiful Latina. Brittany bounced on the balls of her feet and approached the pretty brunette.
"Hi! I'm Brittany. I was wondering if I could buy you a beverage of your choice. I mean, because not everyone likes coffee." She smiled brightly at the girl.
The brunette looked scared.
"Oh, I … I, um, I have to, um, get to class." she stammered out before scurrying off like a rabbit and getting swallowed by the crowd.
Brittany frowned in puzzlement. That wasn't exactly a 'no'.
Xoxoxoxoxoxo
The following day was a Tuesday and Brittany sat in the back of her Logic 101 class. She scanned the lecture hall to see if she knew anyone and was surprised to see the Latina sitting at the far side of the hall, by herself, looking like she was trying to hide behind her laptop. She was sitting alone and had placed her backpack on the seat next to her in an obvious attempt to discourage anyone from sitting next to her.
Brittany spent the entire lecture watching the girl. She kept her head down, hair curtaining her face. She appeared to be taking detailed notes – or – she was writing quite a bit anyway.
When the class was dismissed, the Latina was already packed up and scurrying out of the lecture hall.
Brittany tried to follow her but the girl was gone by the time Brittany exited the hall.
'Well, I know where to find her,' she thought as she headed to her Humanities I class.
She had just slipped into her seat when her housemates, Puck and Sam, flopped next to her.
"Hey, Britt! How was your logic class?"
"Eh, you know, prove the chair actually exists type thing. But, oh-my-god, that beautiful Latina was there."
Puck laughed. "The one you've been mooning over for, like, a year? Did you actually talk to her this time?"
"No. I saw her yesterday, though, and I asked her out and it was kind of weird. She looked scared that I'd asked her out and, guys, she actually scurried away from me. She didn't say 'no', though. Just stammered out that she had a class."
"That does sound a little weird. I mean, it's not like you're scary." Sam frowned at her.
"So, yeah ..." she trailed off, "holy shit … there she is!" Brittany nodded in the direction of the Latina who, again, was sitting at the far side of the lecture hall, alone, hiding behind her laptop.
"Damn, B, you weren't kidding. I thought you touched up those pics. I'd definitely tap that."
"Don't even think about it, Puck. I will seriously castrate you while you sleep."
"What if she's straight?"
"Then she's too good for you."
"Harsh," Sam laughed, "but probably accurate."
"With friends like you …" Puck grumbled with a smirk.
The professor called the class to order and, once again, Brittany found herself staring at her mystery girl.
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Brittany snuck out of class a few minutes early to try and catch the girl when she left the lecture hall.
"Hi!" She slipped into step with the girl as she exited the lecture hall. "I'm Brittany. You wanna maybe have lunch with me?"
Again, the Latina looked scared. "Oh, um, I – I d-don't think … I, uh, don't think that's a good idea." She stammered, again, before scurrying off like a frightened rabbit leaving a very puzzled, very intrigued Brittany in her wake. 'And, again, not a no,' she thought.
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Brittany looked for the Latina on Wednesday but didn't see her. She was a little frustrated that afternoon as she walked into the photo studio she worked at. She was also starting to wonder if she was becoming a creepy stalker. There was just something about this girl; this scurrying, stammering, beautiful mystery of a girl.
"Everything okay, Brittany?" Keith asked.
Her boss, Keith Derbins, was a sweet older guy; probably in his mid-to-late fifties. His sandy blond hair was streaked with silver and pulled back into a long braid that ended just above his tailbone. His eyes were a soft gray with laugh lines creasing the corners. He had hired Brittany last semester when she walked into his photo studio, showed him some of her work and asked if he needed any help. She was willing to work for free if he'd give her practical world experience. There'd been a brief negotiation and he was paying her a fair salary as well as teaching her things she wouldn't learn in her classes.
"Yeah, Keith. Just …" she hesitated, "there's this girl …"
Keith grinned. "Isn't there always?"
Brittany grinned back at him. "I caught her on film last year and spent two semesters looking for her. I just … I don't know … I mean … ugh, I swear English is my first language," she sighed.
Keith laughed. "You've got it bad, kid."
"That's just it! I don't even know her name," Brittany huffed. "I've seen her a couple of times and every time I try to talk to her she gets this scared look, stammers an excuse, and runs off."
Keith smiled slightly. "Sound like the girl may have been hurt in the past. You're a beautiful girl, Britt. You know this but you don't really act it. If this girl's been hurt, she may be wondering why a beautiful girl like you is talking to her.
Brittany nodded as she thought about what Keith had said.
"You may need to find a better way to approach her."
"Yeah. That makes sense. I'll have to make a plan instead of ambushing her in the hallway."
Keith nodded.
She put it to the back of her mind as she settled into work.
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stripperbrittany · 1 month ago
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heatherrelizabethh: 70s Murder Mystery Parties are my JAM!
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stripperbrittany · 1 month ago
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Someone just told me about this thing called I think gay cheerleaders, don’t know what gay or cheeerLEAder is but sounds kinda cool/nsrs still picture and gif version under cut
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