The Australian quarterback

Valentines week

As Brittany entered McKinley High, she was greeted by a sea of red and pink decorations, heart-shaped streamers hanging from the ceiling, and lockers adorned with heartfelt messages. Valentine's Day was just around the corner, and the school was buzzing with the excitement of the upcoming holiday.

Spotting Marley at her locker, Brittany couldn't help but smile. She joined Marley and said, "Wow, they've gone all out for Valentine's Day, haven't they?"

Marley nodded, her eyes filled with wonder. "It's like a sea of love in here."

Brittany's smile grew even wider as she confided in Marley, "You know, I've been thinking about something. I want to ask Santana to be my Valentine this year."

Marley looked at her quizzically. "But you and Santana together? I mean, isn't she always meant to be your Valentine?"

Brittany chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yeah, but you know what they say, Marley. Familiarity breeds boredom. I want to surprise her and make this Valentine's Day special."

Marley grinned in understanding. "I see what you mean, Brittany. It's all about keeping the romance alive."

Brittany nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Thanks, Marley. I'm going to make sure Santana has the best Valentine's Day ever."

After their chat, Brittany said her goodbyes to Marley and headed toward her first class. As she walked through the hallway, she couldn't help but feel the excitement building in her heart.

But just as she approached her classroom, a familiar hand slipped into hers. Startled, Brittany turned to find Santana standing there with a sly smile on her face.

Without uttering a word, Santana led Brittany away from the classroom and down the hall to a janitor's closet. Brittany barely had time to say anything before Santana's lips found hers in a passionate kiss.

It was a kiss filled with love and longing, a sweet reminder of the deep connection they shared. Santana's fingers trailed under Brittany's shirt, caressing her toned abs with a knowing touch.

Santana pulled away for a moment, a smile playing on her lips as she looked into Brittany's eyes. "Hi."

Brittany returned the smile, her heart pounding with affection for Santana. "Hey."

Their lips met once more, sealing their love.

Brittany and Mercedes sat in a corner of their favourite cafe, enjoying their time together over a plate of hot, crispy fries. As they chatted animatedly about various topics, Brittany mentioned her desire to redecorate her room.

"I've been thinking about repainting the walls," Brittany said, her eyes lighting up.

Mercedes took a fry in her hand, ready to eat it when a man in his late 50s or early 60s approached their table with a scowl on his face. Mercedes hesitated, her fry hovering inches from her mouth.

The man wasted no time in passing harsh judgment. "You two are too fat to be eating all that food," he declared, his tone dripping with disdain.

Brittany's eyebrows shot up in astonishment, while Mercedes placed her fry back onto the plate, her expression clouded with disappointment. Brittany was quick to react, her voice laced with anger. "What's your problem?" she demanded.

The man's glare shifted to Mercedes, and he continued his hurtful comments. "Look at yourself, and you decide to eat fries," he sneered.

Brittany couldn't help but take a good look at the man who dared to criticize them. His build was far from impressive, and it was evident that he didn't practice what he preached.