The glee kids were raising money for their club and decided a bake sale would be a good first step. They had all gone their separate ways that night with an idea of what they would each bake.
Brittany had been told to bake cookies, as they were one of the easiest recipes available. She had stopped for ingredients on the way home from school and had read the instructions. How hard could it be?
Everything had been going well, and she was super proud of herself. The cookies were in the oven, and everything was tidy again. Brittany spent the time while they were cooking to check her phone. She had been so absorbed in her task that it hadn't been checked since she got home.
In the middle of messaging Santana, who had sent her a picture of her cakes, the alarm she had set went off, telling her the cookies should be done.
Opening the oven door, smoke hit her in the face as she coughed slightly, forgetting that happens when you open the door. As she recovered, the cookies were soon out of the oven, and a pout was evident on her face. Cookies weren't supposed to look like that! The picture had shown golden brown circles shapes with chocolate chips, then were slightly black and were liquidy with bubbles.
Placing the pan down with a bit more force than needed on top of the oven, she groaned slightly. Everything had gone well, she thought.
Brittany cleared her head though, maybe she just messed up one ingredient? All she needed to do was restart the recipe. Small problem, though, there were no more ingredients left, and she had no money left to go and buy more.
Feeling a lump rise in her throat, more out of frustration than sadness, she bought her hands to her eyes and sighed loudly.
She felt so stupid. How could someone mess up the simplest recipe? The thought of walking into the glee club tomorrow and explaining what happened brought tears to her eyes. They'd probably laugh.
As her eyes burnt with built-up tears, she looked towards her phone as it rang. Normally, she would just ignore it when she was sad, but seeing that it was her girlfriend, she smiled slightly and answered it instead.
"Hi San," her voice was groaky, and it was clear that she was upset. She just hoped Santana would be oblivious to it or ignore it.
"Britt?" Santana's voice was soft and gentle, "Are you okay, you sound sad?"
The blonde stared at the tile floor for a few seconds, wondering what she should say.
She was apparently quiet for too long, "Britt-Britt? What's wrong, baby?" The softest voice asked.
This was the last straw for Brittany, as a choked sob escaped her lips. She wished her girlfriend was here to hug her right now. She gave the best, most comforting hugs.
"Brittany?" A more worried and louder voice spoke out. "Are you hurt? Talk to me, honey, you're worrying me," she asked.
This caused more tears to fall out of the blue eyes. Now she'd made Santana worried over something that was so small. She was so stupid!
"I'm s-so stupid!" She choked out, her sobbing making it hard to breathe, let alone talk.
Santana was quick to reply to this, "No, you're not Britt," she said sternly, wondering where this had come from. "What happened, B?"
"I-I, I tried so hard, San," Brittany muttered, staring at the failed cookies, "It was meant to be easy! I couldn't even do that," she sadly said.
Santana was a master at reading Brittany and figured she was talking about the cookies. Something must have gone wrong. "I'm sure you did Britt, how about I come to yours and we try again?" She suggested she was going to come round anyway.
