Brittany S. Pierce was an optimist. Although she didn't have the best upbringing, her family had managed to go through so much but stuck together in the end. She was an only child, but unfortunately wasn't one of the lucky kids who got everything they desired.

Her parents weren't poor, they just weren't willing to give their daughter everything she asked for. At the age of 14 however, Brittany found a passion for surfing and because her family lived on the beach she found it nessecary to have a surfboard. That was the only thing she pleaded with her parents to get her, finally they obliged on her 14th birthday.

She attends Mckinley High and has a solid group of close friends there. They all share the same passion for the water as her and are talented in their own way.

Quinn Fabray; Brittany's closest friend, loves singing at a jazz bar on the weekends while during the day she would hit the waves with her friends. Finn and Rachel's relationship was still going strong and after meeting Quinn and Brittany at a local bon fire, they had formed a close bond.

Sam had moved to Mckinley the previous year and his popularity instantly grew as he joined the football team and became Quinn's new boyfriend.

Brittany loved her life, despite the occasional ups and downs. Her parents being the cause of most of them. Especially when Brittany came out, her parents took a while to get used to their daughter being gay.

Brittany didn't have a negative personality at all, which helped her get through life with a smile even if she was feeling a little low.

She was basically the sun in her group. Always knowing how to make her friends feel better and brighten their day with a witty comment on nothing in particular.

Brittany, Quinn, Sam, Finn and Rachel are all middle class, satisfied with their lives despite not having the most money in the world.

Brittany knew she lived in an area of town surrounded by wealthy people. The only reason she lived there was because her dad landed a new job and earnt more money than Brittany could count. They lived simple lives; but all of the teenagers had a secret urge to leave one day and finally make something of themselves.

"Breakfast," Mrs. Pierce growled, while standing in the doorway of her daughter's room.

Brittany managed to muffle a groan before slowly getting out of bed and stomping downstairs to the kitchen where her dad sat reading the paper.

"Smells delicious," Brittany said in a sarcastic tone, causing her mother to roll her eyes.

The room fell silent soon enough and Brittany just wanted to get out of the house and hit the beach. It was the start of summer and she knew that's when the waves were at their best.

"Brittany Pierce," Mr. Pierce said with a firm tone. "Come back here for a moment."

Brittany rolled her eyes and walked towards her father who had discarded his paper. She knew her dad wasn't as vicious as her mom but Mr. Pierce still had a tone that frightened Brittany a little.

"Yes daddy?" Brittany replied in her most loving tone.

"I don't want you surfing all summer. You have to find a job." Her father's words instantly caused Brittany's expression to turn sour. She knew this day would come and she was dreading the day she would finally be put to work.

Brittany thought for a moment of the possible options. She was good at surfing, making friends, dancing and... Her mind wandered and Brittany realized that she really didn't have any other skills. Not academically anyway.

"What are you expecting me to do?" Brittany asked frowning, hoping that her dad would just drop it.

"Here," He pulled out a stack of flyers that must of been spread across town on shops asking for workers. "Look through them, then tell me what you want to do."

Brittany reluctantly grabbed the flyers and hurried up to her room. She'd rather just get this over and done with so she could go for a surf.

As she flipped through the flyers without giving them a proper reading, one instantly caught her eye. The job required her to clean a pool for a wealthy family that lived just down the road. This meant water, Brittany loved that. She also knew that when the family were out she could invite her friends over for a swim. It wasn't polite but it would be fun.

Santana Lopez grew up with everything she wanted. A loving mother and father, a decent boyfriend and all the money in the world.

She didn't have to find a job as her father provided all the nessessities she needed. Puck; the Latina's boyfriend, had become more like a play thing. He confessed his love for Santana a few months ago causing the Latina to laugh hysterically.

She didn't mean to sound harsh, but she just came off that way. Puck was so whipped though, that he continued to date Santana even though the Latina would use him for some childish fourplay whenever she was in heat. They still hadn't gone all the way, Santana knew she was saving herself for someone special.

Puck didn't seem to mind, because unbeknownst to Santana he had cheated on her numerous times. He even admitted to Santana the first time and to his surprise the Latina didn't care at all. She was lonely and she wanted someone but she knew that what she was doing to Puck was just as bad as what he was doing behind her back.

Never attending school, Santana hadn't managed to form a close friendship with anyone. Her and Puck met at a party her parents threw for the elite, and instantly Santana knew that this boy could potentially provide for her in the future as his family was rich too. Even if she didn't truly love him or even like his company.

Santana was simply satisfied with her upbringing and didn't have to try that hard to please her family. She was an only child and with that came luxury.

She hopped downstairs humming softly to herself when she noticed something different.

"Where the hell are Roberta and Steve?" She growled to noone in particular. Her dad then entered the living room with a dissapointed look on his face.

"I fired them last night."

Santana's eyes widened, knowing that she had just lost a maid and a pool boy. She had to clean up after herself and fiddle with the chlorine bottle she despised because it always made her eyes water.

"Why?" She asked, folding her arms in disgust.

"Well sweetheart, I think Noah should be the one explaining that," Santana knitted her eyebrows in confusion but stayed silent. "Don't worry we're hiring new assistants, but until we find some you have to take some initiative around the house, okay?"

Santana grumbled and wrapped her silk dressing gown tightly around herself before heading outside and facing the warm sun against her tanned skin.

She then pulled out her phone and dialled in Puck's number. After two rings the boy answered with a cheesy 'hello baby.'

"Why were Steve and Roberta fired?" She said curiously.

"Ugh, shit, um..." Puck trailed off causing Santana to think maybe this was worse than she thought.

"You didn't?" Santana exasperated, as her eyes widened.

Puck's nervous silence was an answer in itself but after a while he began to let out a few words.

"Okay maybe I slept with Roberta once and had a threesome with her and Steve, but C'mon, you won't put out!" He basically yelled, trying to make the Latina feel guilty.

"How dare you! So much shit is going on in my life and you just think you can fuck my maid and my pool boy! I thought you didn't care that I was saving myself, you said you loved me!" She replied, not showing any sympathy.

"You didn't seem to care when I cheated on you the first time with your garderner!" Puck yelled back.

Santana was taken aback for a moment at the tone of the boys voice. She had never been yelled at and her patience was growing thin.

"Look, I like you alot Puck. But you can't be sleeping with everyone of my workers, okay?" Santana replied, calming down a little.

"Fine," Puck muttered.

"Oh and don't come around here for a while, my father isn't pleased," Santana said with a slight chuckle.

"Alright, call me if you need some cuddle time," The boy's wink was easily noticable through the phone and Santana just scoffed.

"Mhmm." And with that Santana hung up and continued soaking up the sun on her deck chair.

After a few minutes she stood up and walked towards the railing that cut off her backyard from the beach. She looked out towards the ocean, wishing that she had a reason to go out there. Longing for a friend to share a day at the beach with.

With these thoughts in her mind Santana noticed a group of friends sitting on a picnic rug. One blonde girl caught her attention as she grabbed a surfboard and headed straight for the water.

She was mesmorizing as she battled the waves, but Santana just scoffed and thought that her generation was nothing but a bunch of misfits. The Latina had talents, she just wasn't willing to show them off to anyone. Maybe one day, if she found a friend trustworthy enough. But until then, she would continue soaking up her life of luxury.

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