Title: Hold it Against Me [Reference Britney Spears]

Main Characters: Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, and Artie Abrams.

This is a sequel to "No If, Ands, or Buts!" It will mainly focus on Santana understanding her sexuality as well as Artie trying to win Brittany back because even though he is happy for her and Santana he doesn't understand why she chose her over him. I will also be featuring all Britney Spears song. :)

Chapter 1: Innocence

I really don't know what hurts the most: Being dumped by a girl for a guy with amazing dancing skills and better abs than you or being dumped by a girl for a girl with...well...boobs! Probably the second one, no...Defiantly the second one.

I can't believe Brittany dumped me for Santana. It's been two weeks and I have yet for everything to actually set into my mind. She dumped me for Santana. At first I thought it was this weird dream, but sadly it wasn't. I've tried to be that supportive ex-boyfriend turned friend and give support and encouragement to Brittany and Santana's relationship because even though they have been together for two weeks their relationship is really hush-hush. Only Glee club members know of their little thing.

Ugh.

I'm all for gay rights, I mean Kurt was my guy before he switched schools on us, but I don't really know how much longer I can pretend to be happy for Brittany and Santana. They're starting to annoy me. They were always together before, but now? It's like their conjoined twins or something. You never see one without the other and they're always talking and giggling about something that no one else found or heard to be funny. I mean I and Brittany had our own little inside jokes and such but was it really that annoying to deal with? Gosh, how did they deal with us?

Sigh. I sound bitter don't I? I'm not bitter though. Nope. Arthur A. does not get bitter. Over Brittany? No way. She was the past. I'm moving on. I'm so moved on these girls got to take a number!

"Hey Artie." I looked up to see Brittany leaning against a locker smiling at me, her text books in hand. She looks so beautiful, well she always looks beautiful...Snap out of it Artie. She dumped you...For a girl...With boobs!

"Hey Brittany."

"I need your help with something..."

"Can't Santana help you?" I said under my breath.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, what's up?"

She reached into her book bag and took out a notebook. She flipped through a few pages and handed it to me. I eyed it curiously then looked up at her.

"I'm so lost." She said shaking her head.

"Brittany, 2x plus 6 over 4 does not equal unicorns."

"Are you sure? It looks unicorny to me."

I couldn't help but smile at her innocence, her sweet natural beautiful innocence. Stop it Artie.

"No, Brittany...Are you sure this is the whole equation? I think you might have left something off..."

She shrugged, "There's so many numbers...I mean like...Soooooo many numbers, Artie."

I smiled, "Yeah, I know. Um, have you tried asking Santana for help?"

"Yeah, well, she's busy with her own stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

She shrugged again, "Something about her mom and Glee Club and some other stuff."

"You don't listen when she talks?" I asked hopefully.

She shook her head, "Of course I listen to her when she talks, but these numbers are clogging my mind. They're blocking the good stuff I'm supposed to remember."

"You know the Internet can always help too..."

"I don't know how to turn on the computer."

"Right...I can always turn it on for you."

"That's okay, Santana does it for me." She smiled at the name. I rolled my eyes.

"So, when do you want to study this?"

"Whenever."

"Um, I'm usually free after school..."

"You can come over my house!"

"Why not mine?"

"I have highlighters at my house."

"I do too."

"But mine are very bright and they glow in the dark AND they have glitter in them." She smiled again.

"Glitter highlighters?"
"What's wrong with that? They're really pretty."

"Brittany."

She turned to see Santana waving towards her; she was inching her way over. I rolled my eyes yet again.

"Blue Tooth." She said to me.

"Satan." I responded. She snarled.

"What are you two talking about?"

"My homework."

"Oh..."

"Why don't you help her?" I asked, shoving the notebook at Santana.

"Math isn't really my thing, besides that's not what I and Brittany do together."

There goes that annoying couple laugh they do. Ugh. Makes my stomach turn.

"Well, how about tonight?" Brittany turned to me, "After school? My house?"

"Yeah...Sure." How could I turn her down?

"Great, later Artie."

They linked pinkies and were out of my sight.