Hey everyone, I haven't written anything in over a year. I came back onto fanfiction a few days ago and decided to write this little Glee mini story. It might turn into a full fledged one, depending on the reaction I get from it. This takes place when Artie and Brittany were dating. Written from Santana's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.


I stared over at them gloomily, wondering what she saw in that dork. He sat in a freaking wheelchair. His glasses were huge, and he dressed like a complete nerd. But somehow, my Brittany still managed to like him.

Ugh. I did it again. MY Brittany. I wish she was, but she won't dump him for me. I shook my head, starting to walk away when I heard a distant "Santana!"

I stopped, slowly turning around to face the most gorgeous girl at our school. "Hey Britt," I said with a genuine smile.

She smiled her adorable little dopey grin, and replied with "What are you doing tonight?"

I thought back to earlier that morning.


"Hey babe, you coming over tonight?" Puck growled at me.

"Of course. What else would I be doing?" I flirted back, a smug smirk stuck on my face.

"That's a good question. I guess you wouldn't be doing me," he winked, and it took everything I had in me not to roll my eyes at his lame joke.

"Watch yourself Puckerman," I murmured. "There are plenty of guys that would love to get their Santana on."

He chuckled, clearly amused by my attempt to shut him down, "Just show up at like 8. My 'rents are outta town for the next couple of days, said they got some business trip to go on or some crap like that. They're in Vegas. Too bad those assholes wouldn't take me with 'em. I sure as hell woulda gotten laid by a stripper."

I could see it forming in my head and made a puking sound. It snapped him out of his trance.

"What?" he asked, annoyed at my outburst.

"You're a pig. I'll see you at 8:30." That's right. Mama makes the rules. And with that, I spun around, letting him gawk at my Cheerios skirt, and marched off.


"Nothing important," I smiled at the blonde. "Why?"

"Wanna go to Breadstix? My treat." Every Friday, Brittany and I went to Breadstix together, a.k.a the greatest restaurant to ever be created. They are legally forbidden to stop bringing you bread-sticks. One time I bought a wheelbarrow and when the manager tried to stop me from filling it up I called the corporate office and got her fired.

So, naturally I snorted and said "Well, duh. Every Friday." in a playful tone.

"Awesome! Sleepover at my place tonight?" She asked with obvious excitement.

I stared into her mesmerizing blue eyes, letting them effect me, as a slow smile crept back onto my face "Of course. I'll let my parents know."

"Yay!" Brittany squealed, jumping up and down and hugging me.

"Artie's not gonna be there, right? 'Cause if he is, some shit is gonna go down." I threatened, the smile completely vanishing from my face.

"He can't," she said with a slight frown of disappointment. "His mom's taking him to some special doctor. It's for like his legs or something. Maybe they can get him to walk."

I giggled, catching it quickly, seeing that she was serious, "I'm sorry, Britt. I didn't mean to laugh at you. I'm just glad it's just going to be us tonight."

For the past couple of weeks, she had been inviting him to come along with us. Thankfully, he always had some reason why he couldn't go. It was a good thing he couldn't, 'cause if he interrupted my Brittany time, all hell was gonna break loose.

I slid my hand into hers and squeezed tightly, letting it linger for a moment before pulling away as if nothing had happened.

She snatched my hand back, a small pout overcoming her face. She was confused. Like usual. But it was so damn cute that I didn't mind explaining. "Not here. Not where everyone can see us. They might think the wrong thing."

Even though I know that Brittany doesn't see it like I do, she still understood.

"Okay, San," she nodded at me, letting go at once and pretending like it wasn't a big deal to her.

"Come on. I'll walk you to your next class," I beckoned, starting to walk off into the direction that she had math.


I think I'm going to stop here. Usually when I write stories, I can get up to about 3000 words per chapter, but I'm starting small. If you like it let me know in a review, I'm gonna incorporate the Glee Club and their assignments as well as the trip to Breadstix in the next few chapters. Chapter 2 should be up in a few days. But until then, REVIEW! Please :)