leave your lover

Hello and welcome aboard! This is your captain, Brittany S. Pierce, speaking and I'd like to thank you for flying with Tubbington Airlines. At this time, we'd like to invite you to sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight to Happyville: the town where math was never invented. And remember, the mile high club apparently isn't a casino for angels. [pipierce 1x1] var sc_project=9845764; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="31ae1b45"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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When she finally made it home, the first thing Jordan did was take a long, hot bath and just relaxed. It was nice to have some alone time, but it would have been better if Brittany was there and they were in their fort rather than just her taking a bath. Changing into a pair of her favorite pjs, she crawled into bed with a book and that was exactly where she was a few hours later. She tried to go to bed, but it just wasn’t happening so the book was her company.

A buzz coming from her phone startled her out of her reading and Jordan furrowed her brows, unsure of who could be texting her this late. Seeing Brittany’s name pop up, she almost ignored it, before rolling her eyes with herself knowing she wouldn’t be able to read again or sleep if she did. Just because she was a little upset, didn’t mean she could just ignore Brittany. Especially when her twin was as drunk as she appeared through text.

I’ll be there in ten Britt. Stay inside and stick around with the girls okay? Please be safe. As soon as she sent it, Jordan was changing back into her clothes from before and making her way to the jocks party. Thankfully, they used to be friends before high school so she knew exactly where to go and that it didn’t take long. Pulling up to the party, she parked on the curb and got out, sending her twin a text as she did so while heading near the door. Here, B. Where are you? Can you come outside? I’m on the front porch. 

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"Yay," Brittany giggled to herself when she saw Jordan was coming. She teetered around the party for a little while longer, flirting and sitting on boys laps, but when she got Jordan's text she jumped up and slipped outside to meet her sister. Immediately, she threw her arms around Jordan's neck and pulled her in for a drunk hug, squeezing her tightly. "I'm so sorry I ditched you, Jords. Pretty please forgive me?"

Brittany pulled away with a slight pout, looking at her sister. She felt better already now that she was around her, but she was still unsteady on her feet. From the cracked door, the sound of Brittany's favorite song drifted to her and she gasped, biting her lip and looking torn. "This is like, my favorite song ever," she explained, jumping up on her heels. "Let's go dance to it, then go home." Brittany grabbed her sister's hand and gave her puppy dog eyes with a bright smile. 

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It wasn’t often that Jordan got to spend much time with Brittany considering both their schedules. Brittany was always at cheerios practice or at Santana’s house when she wasn’t home, and when she was, it was Jordan that was busy. Either doing homework, out taking pictures, or doing something with a club, she was busy. That was why she was looking forward to tonight so much. No Santana, no boys, no parents, just her and Brittany.

At least that was what Jordan hoped, but the longer she waited the more she wondered what was taking so long. The parking lot was empty aside from her, and had been for the past ten minutes. She would have thought it was because her twin had to change out of her cheerios outfit and possibly shower, but she just saw one of the girls on the squad leave a few minutes ago. 

Pushing off the car, Jordan decided she’d either send Brittany another text or go and check on her. She was a few feet away from her car when her phone buzzed in her hand and she pulled the text up. Her shoulders deflated at what she saw and she headed back to her car, trying her best not to get too upset. Of course Brittany would choose a party and Santana over her, she knew better than to get her hopes up this time. 

Yeah, no worries. Be safe. Love you too.

Now Jordan’s plans were to go home, take a nice long bath, and hit the sack before she could think about anything else. With that on her mind, she started up her car and pulled out of the school parking lot, heading for home.

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A few hours into the party and things had gone south. Santana was hanging all over the guys and Quinn had already sunk her claws into Sam which left Brittany to mingle with the rest of the single football team, kissing and flirting and feeling like general crap. She didn't realize how much she drank, only that her best friend had ditched her yet again, and it hurt. It always hurt. 

In her intoxicated state, there was only one thing she could think about... and it was something she would never do normally. She wanted to make Santana hurt. Brittany never had a malicious bone in her body, but she wanted Santana to know how painful it was when someone plays with your emotions. She had to know. Maybe then she would stop torturing Brittany like this.

But that was wrong. She wouldn't do that. She would never hurt Santana on purpose. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone again and texted Jordan. Hey jordaqn ri miss you sio mlhcu. can you cmoe pick mqe up at matt's thouse?

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Jordan stood up with the rest of the students and families in the stands as the game was over. The only reason she knew it was over was that everyone was cheering and leaving. A majority of the game she spent watching Brittany, just like she said she would, and her twin rocked it. Not that she suspected anything less.

The walk to her car was short, and she managed not to get bumped into anyone on the way there either. Mainly because there weren’t really anyone there but still. It was a victory in her book.

Leaning against the door of her car, Jordan pulled out her phone, sending her twin a text. At my car. Ready to leave when you are. The night should be pretty fun, them making a fort in the living room or their room and just chilling. All she needed was Brittany.

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Brittany had a blast cheering that night, and her good mood seemed to rub off on her entire squad, especially Santana. For the first time in a long time, the girl was beaming and giggly right next to Brittany, which only made her happier. For the most part, Brittany's attention was on catching her sister's attention in the stands, but she also couldn't help but send smiles in Santana's direction too. 

But by the time the game was over, she was wrapped up in her best friend again, giggling and fawning over her, linking their pinkies together as they walked off the field. In the locker room, Santana invited Brittany to the usual after game party and then a sleepover instead of going to Puck's, and Brittany was so surprised and happy she said yes right away. She was getting into the back of Puck's car right after Santana when she remembered Jordan.

Quickly, she pulled out her phone and checked her texts. Guilt washed over her, and she was about to get out of the car when Santana sneakily leaned in and kissed her cheek without the boys in the front seeing. Brittany couldn't leave her. She missed this version of Santana so much. She typed out a message to her sister and put her phone away, reaching to squeeze Santana's waist and make her giggle some more.

Hey Jords. I'm super duper sorry, but I have to go to the party with Santana. We can build the fort tomorrow? Love you.

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Jordan: That's because you are. Very special to me. It's what sisters do.

Britt: You're totally right. Which is why I'm cheering for you tonight! I'll meet you after the game?

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Jordan: A cheerleader has to have some support too right? I'll be your biggest fan B.

Britt: You make me feel really special, J.

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Jordan: I'm not sure I could do that without getting tackled. Mmm well I think my clone is more special than me.

Britt: I'm the one who has their own personal cheerleader now am I? :p

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Jordan: Sounds perfect, just don't exert yourself too much. I am? I don't exactly run or score touch downs.

Britt: So? Anyone can do that! No one can be you. Unless they clone you... but scientists already tried that and even your clone (me) isn't as special as you!

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Jordan: Hopefully I can get a good view of you rather than some guy's bald head in the way. I mean there are other jobs that help people live but sure Britt.

Britt: I'll jump super high so you can see me. You're so much more exciting to cheer for, Jords.

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Jordan: Yeah, towards the cheerleaders so I can watch you. Are there normally this many people here?

Britt: Awesome! And yeah... Coach says football is the only reason for living for a lot of people in Lima. That makes me a doctor, right?

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Britt: Jords! Did u get ur seat?

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Shrugging her shoulders, Jordan didn’t really care at all if people didn’t notice her. What she didn’t like was watching other people get bullied because of their social status, because here, in high school, it meant everything to some people. Which she thought was stupid, but that was just her. Looking over at her sister, however, she knew this wasn’t about her but she decided to not comment on it, because she still wasn’t exactly sure about the exact reasons behind it. “Yeah, I have lots of freedom to be pushed into lockers” she joked, trying to get a smile out of Brittany.

Nodding her head, Jordan smiled seriously with her next words, believing them to be true. “You are the smarter twin, but superheroes have super powers, and unless blending in is a power, then I don’t have one of those no matter how cool it would be.” Standing outside her study hall classroom, she nodded. “Sure is. What friends? You mean you right? Because I’d rather hang out with you and eat lunch with my bestest best friend.”

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Brittany frowned when Jordan brought up being pushed into lockers. She was popular, she thought that would give her sister protection from the McKinley bullies, but maybe she would have to ask Quinn and Santana to talk to the other Cheerios again. She made a mental note to bring it up with them next period.

"You're a superhero and that's that," Brittany said a little seriously, not wanting Jordan to think little of herself, and it was her turn to blush slightly, and she nodded in agreement. "Me too. You should come to the football game," Brittany paused, her eyes lingering on her sisters face for a moment. "I think... that instead of cheering for the football players this Friday... I'll cheer for you. My superhero." She thought about it for a moment and nodded with a bright smile, solidifying her idea and plan. "See you after school, Jords," she said next, leaning forward to press her cheek against Jordan's in a goodbye kiss before skipping down the hall.

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Jordan whipped her head around to look at Brittany when she was talking about Coach Sylvester not knowing she had a twin. A small furrow appeared between her brows as she stared for a moment before letting out a disbelieving laugh. “I wasn’t even sure she knew I existed but yeah that just about confirms it. You know people don’t even notice me when I’m walking in the hallways so I doubt she’d see me. I can blend in.”

Smiling at the arm looped in hers, Jordan let out a little chuckle at her sisters quirky little comment. “Hmm.. a burglar alarm? I’m not sure that’s what we’re going for there Britt.” Pale cheeks flushed a bright pink all the way up to her ears at her twins statement and Jordan shook her head shyly. “I’m nothing like a superhero, but you’re my sister. I’ll do anything for you, you know that. I love you Britt.” 

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"Maybe it's better that way..." Brittany said with a sad little smile, "When you're not popular, you have more freedom to do what you want." The comment wasn't about Jordan anymore, it was about Santana. Sometimes she wondered where they would if they were just regular kids in high school who know one paid attention to. Would Santana still reject her? Brittany had no idea.

"I love you too, Jords," Britt said happily, squeezing her blushing sister. "And yes you are. You're everything like a superhero and you have to believe me 'cause I'm the smarter twin," Brittany teased playfully, poking her sister's arm as they stopped in front of a classroom. "This is you, right? Do you think your friends would care if I stole you to eat lunch with me today? I'll bring you back. I have your receipts." 

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Jordan was just really glad that Brittany seemed to be listening to her and not pushing her away. They were sisters, twins, and a lot of the things Brittany does Jordan knows is fake and she knows her sister better than that. Somethings though, and she knows it, it helps to be reminded of why you’re doing something and that you have people there to back you up.

Shoulders relaxed now, Jordan felt relieved and smiled a little, bumping her arm to her twins. “If you want I’ll wait outside for you when you do. And give you thumbs up through the window.” Nodding, she ignored the last part of the comment not even sure what to think but was glad her twin was seemingly perked up more now. “I’m not already busy. And exactly like Fort Knox, but without all the heavy army arterially and history. Just.. be safe with Sam, okay?”

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"Okay," Brittany replied with a half smile and a node\, "Just don't let Coach see you. I'm still not sure she knows I have a twin. I think that's why she always yells at me for changing in and out of my uniform during the day." Brittany shrugged. She knew Sylvester was a little out there and it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. 

"What, do you mean like a burglar alarm?" she asked, half kidding as she looped her arm through Jordan's. They would be late to class at this rate, and Brittany walked them down the hall, nuzzling into her sister's side. "You're like... my super hero, Jords," she said softly. 

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Chewing on her bottom lip, Jordan tried her best to not roll her eyes at how fake Brittany was being. They were sisters…and have been for their whole life. Jordan wasn’t stupid, she was able to see right through Brittany and what the girl was fake talking about. It made her a little angry, really, to think that Brittany couldn’t talk to her and felt the need to be fake with her. She wasn’t sure if she could blame Santana or the students around her who had thankfully stopped and wasn’t watching them anymore.

"Britt…no. You need to talk to your coach and tell her you aren’t doing it or I’m going to mom and dad so they can do something about it. We aren’t going to let you get seriously hurt because of some coach who doesn’t know she can win with what good she’s got in her hands" Jordan said firmly, hoping Brittany would actually listen to her.

Jordan was glad Brittany was finally giving in to her wishes and talking to her for once. Shaking her head, she had about enough of Santana being a jerk to her sister, but knew Brittany enough to know that her twin wouldn’t want her saying anything to said girl about it. “We…can have a sleepover instead, if you want. Build a fort even?” she offered with a slight smile. Furrowing her brow, she gave a slight shake of her head at the last comment. “But…you shouldn’t do anything with Sam if you don’t want to do it, just because she said, okay? Only if you want to.”

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It always calmed Brittany down when Jordan spoke rationally, and she nodded with her eyes downcast as her sister told her to cut the canon crap. It also felt good to hear that she thought Brittany was good enough to lead the Cheerio's to victory without the use of deadly stunts. Britt knew she was good, and she was confident, but it still warmed her to hear her sister's support. Brittany was Jordan's biggest cheerleader too. 

"Okay, I'll talk to her," she said with a small shrug, picking at a loose string on the sleeve of her Cheerio's jacket. Brittany perked up slightly when she heard the word fort. "Like Fort Knox? Are you sure you're not already busy? And don't worry, I want to. His lips look fun and exciting."

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Seeing the slightly disappointed look on her twins face when she noticed it was only her, Jordan’s frown was more pronounced as she crossed her arms tighter across her chest. She tried to forget the feeling of hurt that she felt at the look but it wasn’t about her. Brittany looked more upset than she was so it didn’t matter. 

Knowing Brittany was lying through her teeth, the best Jordan could do was send her a look before shrugging and answering the girls question. “It was fine, thanks for asking. But really, coach is still trying to shoot you out of a canon? You really shouldn’t allow her to bully you into doing that Brittany. You’re one of the best on the team, if not the best in general, and she shouldn’t do that to you. And Santana nor Quinn should let her. I won’t let her. 

"Is that what Santana was talking to you about? How she thinks you should talk to Sylvester about it?" Jordan knew she was walking in bad territory here, but she thought Brittany might need a little push if she was going to talk to her about it.

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Brittany just shrugged back, avoiding that look that she knew her sister was probably sending her- the one that meant she was seeing through her lies. She hoped asking about the test would distract Jordan, but she'd be lying if it didn't feel good to hear her sister sticking up for her. Truth is, Brittany didn't really want to die yet. At least not until she finished her rewatch of One Tree Hill. 

"But," she sighed, meeting Jordan's gaze, "It'll be another trick I can use to get hired once I run away to the circus!" Brittany tried to put some enthusiasm behind her words, slipping into the "dumb blonde" role to protect her sensitive feelings. "Wouldn't that be cool? Maybe you can train as the person who catches me." Her mind wandered a little bit as she thought about the scenario - it seemed kind of cool - but her sister's next question brought her back to reality.

"No," she said flatly, giving in. "We were talking about the football game on Friday. She cancelled our usual sleepover to hang out with Puck instead." Brittany pouted and made a disgruntled face. He was popular, but she didn't like him that much. And she knew Santana didn't either, so why she insisted on draping herself across him so often Brittany just didn't know. "I guess I should start trying to hook up with Sam now. At least I'll keep up with my record." 

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Stifling a yawn, Jordan made her way down the crowded school hallway on her way to class. It’d be a long night, and an even longer morning as she spent most of the night studying for a big AP biology test she just finished taking.

Now Jordan was heading to the library for a free block, she was lucky to have one of those, when a familiar face stopped her.

Brittany and Santana were seemingly in the middle of a fight of some sorts, and she sighed, stopping as well as the others in the hallway.

Unfortunately for her, the person behind her didn’t get the memo and she was shoved into the wall, rolling her eyes before focusing on the scene in front of her.

Jordan waited for Santana to storm off, slightly hiding in the shadows while she passed, until she was gone and made her way towards her older sister.

"Britt.." she mumbled quietly, leaning against the side of the locker with her shoulder. "What was that about..?"

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Brittany had just closed her locker when she heard someone call her name. She turned her head towards the voice quickly, half expecting Santana to be there with an apology, but then she remembered that Santana didn't really apologize anymore. 

"Oh," she said, forcing a small smile to her lips and trying to keep the hurt from her features when she saw her sister's face. It was hard to not just hug her. "Hey Jords. Um.. nothing. She was just reminding me that I was late to getting shot out of Coach's cannon. Lord Tubbington ate my watch, so..." she lied, looking down at her toes. "How did that big test go?"

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"But we always have sleepovers after football games," Brittany said, genuinely confused and a tad hurt. She didn't understand why Santana was blowing her off.

"Yeah well, I'm spending the night with Puck. You should see if you can move in on that new kid Sam before Quinn claims him," Santana said briskly, putting her books in her locker without making eye contact with Brittany.

"But what about our Sweet Valley High marathon?"

"What about it?" Santana snapped.

"Are you going to watch it with Puck?"

"No, obviously. We're just going to get our mack on. It'll look good leaving the game with guys."

"But--"

"What, Brittany?"

"But what about getting your mack on with me?"

Santana slammed her locker door and looked around the hallway nervously. 

"First of all, lower your voice. Second of all, I told you that was just until Puck was out of the slammer." She rolled her eyes and tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, walking towards her next class.

"But..." Brittany started again, walking to catch up with Santana.

"No," Santana said loudly, "No more buts," she sneered. "Don't you have somewhere else to be? In fact, I think Coach was looking for you."

Brittany narrowed her eyes and tried to hide the hurt from her features. People were looking at them. She knew she had to save face.

"Oh yeah. I'm her dummy to test out the new cannon. Better go get ready."

"Mhm, that's right. Catch you later, B," Santana said before turning again and weaving her way through the other students, leaving Brittany in the dust.

The blonde Cheerio made her way sadly back to her locker, though she tried not to show just how badly Santana's rejection hurt her as she grabbed the right stuff for her next class.