Author's note: This is a little drabble I wrote during my math class.
I obviously don't own Glee or its characters. I really wish I did though.
I want to be with her, hold her hand in public, give her rushed, but still amazingly sweet lady kisses as we go our separate ways to class.
I want to be the first thing she thinks of in the morning. The last thing on her mind at night.
I want to be able to wake up beside her and kiss her before she gets a chance to do anything else.
I want a lot of things. And they all involve Brittany.
My Brittany.
Except she isn't my Brittany. She's Artie's Brittany. Artie's to hold. Artie's to give those rushed kisses to. Artie's to wake up to in the morning. Not mine.
I slam my hand on the cafeteria table, where I'm supposed to be having a private lunch with Brit, until the cripple came up and started macking on her. The couple breaks apart and gives me a weird look.
"You okay, San?" That angel asks with that beautiful voice of hers.
"Fine." I reply sharply as I stand up, grab my lunch tray, and head towards the trash can. I dump my food in the bin and wipe a tear from my eye with the back of my sleeve.
Not mine. Artie's.