There were three words that had been cycling Brittany's head for the last 24 hours.
I love you.
Brittany knew that these three words meant a lot to Artie.
She also knew that it wasn't easy for these three words to come out of his mouth, and it must've taken a lot of time, a lot of thought, and consideration for her boyfriend to tell her that.
The first thing she thought of was "What would Santana think?", and after that, "Why do you care what Santana thinks about that?"
Because I'm in love with Santana, Brittany had admitted to herself later that night. Just admitting it to herself had made her feel better; until she realized that she'd have to choose between Santana and Artie.
She loved both of them. She really did. She didn't want to hurt anyone, she just wanted the best for everyone – that's why she kept telling Lord Tubbington to quit his addictions.
Santana Marie Lopez. Her best friend. Someone she had known ever since they were kids. Santana was so, perfect, so gorgeous, so amazing, that it scared Brittany sometimes. But sometimes, Santana would say mean things, call Artie "Stubbles McCripple Pants", or call Rachel "RuPaul" or "manhands". Brittany hated it when she did that, it wasn't nice. Brittany had never been called those things, but she could imagine it felt the same way it did when someone called her stupid.
And then there was Artie. Her boyfriend. The one that would go ends to protect her. The one that had never, ever called her stupid. He was soft, kind, just like Santana. He gave her rides to class on his wheelchair, and was incredibly patient with her.
Brittany ran her fingers through her head, and shut her eyes, wanting to block all the thoughts and just go to sleep.
"Please don't make me choose." She whispered quietly before falling asleep.