Sir Gareth knows he should be disheartened, perhaps even despondent; Finnocence the Tall is nowhere to be found. Any trail was lost weeks ago. Sir Gareth is roaming blindly through open wilderness. Sir Gareth, however, no longer wanders alone.
The Black Knight is a strange sort of travel companion, but Sir Gareth would not trade him for anyone in the world. The silent, sullen presence that terrifies those they come across is a source of radiant warmth for Sir Gareth in many ways. The Black Knight can make fire out of nothing, find food where there is none, and over the weeks has made Sir Gareth’s armor both lighter and stronger. The Black Knight does countless impossible feats daily; the most amazing by far, though, is when The Black Knight transforms into the beautiful Santana, who frees Brittany from Sir Gareth’s armor.
Brittany peeks through the crack in the door and regrets her choice to wear a pantsuit. She knows it looks fine and fits well, but the woman in the office is wearing a skirt, smart and short and perfectly matched to her long legs, and Brittany suddenly feels absurdly certain she should have dressed to match.
Summary: For Mrs. Hagberg, retirement is all about sleeping in until 7 AM, pruning her prized rhododendrons, and taking bubble baths until her wrinkles have wrinkles. Most days books are her only companions. Except on Tuesdays. That’s when she gets around… to the bowling alley.
Characters: Mrs. Hagberg, Brad the piano man, Sandy the waitress, Ms. Rose the lunch lady (Marley’s mother), Dr. Lopez, Santana Lopez, mentions of Brittany Susan Pierce
“Brittany?” Britt’s mom calls up the stairs. “I need your help with dinner.”
Brittany sighs, closing her laptop, she’s sick of seeing Santana unavailable to chat with anyway. She isn’t sure how it happened, how she’s sitting home on a Friday night wishing for Santana to log on for a Skype session. She knows she won’t, she knows Santana probably has a game or cheer practice or a study group or, god, people to spend time with and laugh.
Brittany thinks she’d give anything to hear Santana laughing with her.
When they were twelve, Brittany watched a fascinating documentary about language games and immediately decided she and Santana needed one of their own. After a great deal of pestering Santana grudgingly did some research and they both sat down one long sleepover weekend to make their secret language.
After a few weeks and some weird looks from her parents, Santana stopped practicing the strange words, even in private. Brittany continued off and on for almost two months, despite the looks from her peers and irritation from her teachers (although neither from her parents).
But eventually some of the novelty wore off and Brittany went back to speaking english (mostly). A few more months went by and Santana had almost forgotten about their secret language.
Then their frustrated english teacher snapped and unleashed an angry tirade on an unsuspecting Brittany. Afterwards, devastated, Brittany entirely refused to speak english.
For six days Santana dredged up every half forgotten syllable to act as translator at school and home, while she and both their families tried to convince Brittany that the teacher was an asshole and it wasn’t Brittany’s fault and no she was not dumb, don’t even think that!
On the seventh day, Brittany woke up and asked her parents what was for breakfast in words they actually understood. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.