The Maia and Ross Diaries 2

C31 - All Or Nothing

"You need to call me before you dress yourself."

"Whatever, whatever."

"You look like a technicolor zebra." 

"Your a hater that's what you are."

"And I look like I'm a part of it, I'm fabulous."

"You hate it, you're trying to copy me." 

"It looks like I planned it." 

"You know what if your hair was longer, you'd have curls."

Mercedes and Kurt argued back and forth. 

"Idiots!" Chanel interpreted them, arm in arm with Shawn. "You both dress well and you know that. But I did not come here to watch you lick each other in jealousy. Let's move it hookers!"

Mercedes and Kurt rolled their eyes, following the two to the crowded circle where I was standing. Standing tall in what took a battle to make. But that's not exactly what I learned or what the best part of making the book was. 

In the choir room where it all started, remembering how desperate I was to make a name for myself is where we all stood.

"New Directions," Brittany alerted us with a happy tone in her voice, as soon as we formed the show circle that Ross orchestrated. New Directions, I thought.

The people in here who use to be bitches to me are now my friends. Cough, Shay, Laura, Donna, Allie, Santana. It's indeniable. They're my sisters, they're my friends. And watching Peyton sadly cry next to Brooke made me realize they're my family. 

It took a tour to figure it out. Sue. Some words. Losing it all. Hurt. Crying. A pregnancy, and a teen daughter. And some self respect. Now. I just wanted to be happy.

All of us standing in the choir room were in a circle that exhibited everybody who contributed to the book. 

Ross stood next to Mercedes, his arm on her shoulder and it went around until there were only smiles draped across everyone's face. 

Brittany smiled at us, making me smile back at how much she'd grown. How much I underestimated her until today. Until I watched her stop caring what other people thought of her. And when I saw that, I finally stopped caring too. "Before we go out there I have something I want to tell you guys."

"My name is Brittany S. Pierce. I'm the girl who says crazy things every few minutes and says it's Brittany bitch. And I have a few things to say... It'd been a really hard time for me in the real world ... before I walked into this building, without even a single job interview, and started writing a book about believing in yourself and your friends," Brittany smiled at me and Puck. "Because before then I used to believe what [everyone else] said I was in the real world. Stupid, and immature." She nodded her head. "My entire life people have always told me that I couldn't and that I was exactly what I set myself up to be. That I shouldn't do this because I was most likely to get it wrong anyway... It was always hurtful criticism to me. It hurt me." She lowered her eyes. "But it wasn't until I walked into this room, and you all became my friends, that I realized that maybe I was smart after all. And that being mature was overrated..." She looked up in a smile but we could all notice the tears. "I'd never believed in myself so much before until I joined this club and wrote my ideas. And I finally felt brave, and beautiful, and smart." She cried, taking a sigh. "And I'm really gonna miss you guys."

Quinn quickly comforted her in a hug as sad eyes studied Brittany, including mine. Because to sum up what she said, she finally felt like she had a home. Nina walked over to me swinging her arm around mine, and Allie doing the same on the other side.