Firehouse 51

Welcome to 51

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6 Years Ago

Brittany S. Pierce hadn't been a paramedic for a long time. Maybe about a year or so. She had served as a Combat Medic in the Army, which included one tour to Afghanistan. She was being assigned to a new firehouse today.

She had heard good things about the house, especially about the paramedic in charge. As she walked into the house, she saw a guy wiping down the side of Truck 5.

"Hey." The man turned and smiled. He had blonde hair and a huge mouth.

"Oh. Hi." He held out his hand. "I'm Sam Evans. You must be the new paramedic."

"Yeah that would be me." She took his hand in hers and they shook. A taller man in a collared shirt came walking over.

"You must be Pierce, right?" Brittany nodded her head. "I'm Lt. Finn Hudson with Truck 5."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." As he finished his sentence, a latina girl with long black hair came walking out.

"Pierce?" Her smile was magnificent. It made Brittany smile. "I'm Lopez. Welcome to Firehouse 51. Here I'll show you around."

They walked around Truck 5 and saw Squad 20. The truck was polished to perfection. A woman was sitting at a table with a couple other guys.

"You guys seriously don't think that Artie can beat me up the ladder."

"It's not that we think that, we know that." The woman started laughing. The guys joined in, laughing right along with her. The man with the gelled hair didn't find it as funny, being that the joke was being made about him.

"Hey guys this is Brittany Pierce, our new paramedic. Pierce this is, Abrams, Anderson, and Chang." As Santana said each name, they waved.

When the blonde woman sitting at the head of the table turned to look at them, Brittany screamed.

"Fabray?!" The woman stood up and hugged Brittany. "Holy shit it's been what, three? Four years?"

"You two know each other?" The Latina looked confused.

"I met Pierce when I was deployed to Afghanistan the second time. She was assigned to my company. She's a damn good medic. That was back when I was only a Specialist and she was a PFC (Private First Class). What did you get out as?"

"Staff Sergeant. I got fast tracked." Quinn nodded approvingly.

"Very impressive. I'm glad we have you with us at 51 now. Santana here is one of the best paramedic in all Northern Ohio." She smiled. "And I have a feeling that you two will get along just fine."

Santana shot a look at Quinn and it made her laugh. Santana's phone started ringing.

"I'll leave you two to catch up for a while. I gotta take this." And she walked away. The rest of the squad guys had left the table so it left the two blondes alone with each other.

"So where are you staying now?" Quinn sat back on her chair and Brittany followed, sitting on the empty chair next to hers.

"Right now I'm bummin on the cousins couch until I get enough money to pay for my own place." Quinn got excited. "What?"

"I have a extra room. You can stay with me."

"Oh no, I couldn't impose on you like that." Brittany leaned back on her chair.

"it's fine. Please I insist." Slowly, Brittany nodded. "And hey, I never got to thank you for what you did... You know. Back when we.."

"Hey. Don't mention it alright. It was my job. And still is."

Brittany's thoughts had taken her back to that hot and unbearable day in Afghanistan. The air was dry and dust was flying everywhere. Before she got too deep I. Her memories Quinn snapped her out of it.

"Hey. Don't go there alright. You still have dreams and stuff?"

"I do. It doesn't affect my work though, if that's what you're worried about." Brittany's PTSD was much more milder than when she first came home from her deployment, but there were always things that triggered her.

"Don't worry okay? I get the same way. If you ever need anything. Anything. I'm here okay."

Quinn smiled, and Brittany returned the gesture.

Santana came walking out of the building. "You ready? I'm gonna take you to see Chief Shuester."

"Good to go."

"I'll catch up with you after shift okay? That way we can get your things."

"Alright. See you later Fabray."

Santana and Quinn walked into the fire house and she was introduced to the rest of the guys that were a part of Truck 5.

"This is Hummel and Flannagan. And you met Evans, he's our new candidate. this is the kitchen." They walked down the hallway as she pointed out where the sleeping quarters were and where the locker room was. Chief Shuester was standing by his door.

"Brittany. Welcome to 51."