Author's Note: Here's my Post Sexy Bartie Ficlet Thanggg. Boredom on a Sunday Afternoon at it's finest. Hope you guys like, and I really hope it goes like this.


The atmosphere in Glee had been tense and uncomfortable for weeks and Brittany knew that it was her fault. Despite having won Regionals, morale was low due to the general depression that was permeating some of the group's members.

It had been over a month since everything had come crashing down around her and she knew that it was time.

Brittany watched sadly as her words washed over her boyfriend. She bit her lip nervously as the realization and understanding sunk in. Brittany looked up to meet the warm eyes of her girlfriend, watching her patiently from around the corner before she spoke.

"Artie...I don't know what to say..."

Artie sighed, but not in his normal annoyed fashion. He just looked tired.

"Okay, but I just want to understand Britt. We have sex, but you're also having sex with Santana?"

Brittany wanted him to understand. Needed him to understand.

She debated telling him about the plumbing, but she figured that was just something Santana said, so she defaulted to what she knew best.

"I'm dating you. I wasn't dating... I'm not dating…"

She was going to say "Santana," but she knew that if she said it, the Latina might not be able to take it and not only that; she didn't want to lie to him.

"Sex isn't dating, Artie."

"But you promised me that you weren't cheating on me Britt. I thought we'd been through this. I thought you loved me..."

"Of course loved you Artie. I still do..."

Brittany tried to pretend that she didn't see how Santana had deflated when she heard the direction the conversation was taking. It seemed far too familiar and the sting of the words, the irony of it all, was like cruel torture.

The blonde caught Santana's eye briefly as she finished, "…but I love her too."

"So then what makes us so different huh? You're having sex with both of us. You love us both. It's like you're dating both of us..."

"No, Artie. It's not. Trust me. And we're not having sex anymore...Santana and I. We stopped weeks ago, so don't worry about it."

"Britt that's almost worse. You're with me, but you love her. You can't even blame what you're feeling on the sex anymore. That's definitely worse."

This was not how Brittany had anticipated the conversation going. Honestly she felt like Artie should have known that this was going to happen.

He was clearly hell bent on making sure Brittany felt terrible about the whole thing, but what he was suggesting was too hypocritical for her to let it go.

"Yeah. Kinda like you and Tina..."

"I- uh...I don't know wha-"

"Forget it Artie. I said I would help you get over Tina didn't I? And you said you'd be my duet partner...I guess we both failed."

With that, Brittany leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to her now ex-boyfriend's cheek as she rounded the corner and was enveloped into the familiar embrace she'd been missing.

"Are you finally free, Britts? I had to stop listening after Stubbles McCripplepants over there reminded me that you guys had sex," Santana said, scoffing.

Brittany giggled and pulled her into a searing kiss. "I'm so yours. Proudly so."