A/N: Chapter 3! It's kind of short again, I promise the next chapter will be longer...


That Friday afternoon Santana and Brittany were walking through the halls, about to leave school. Their pinkies were linked together and their hands were swinging between them.

"Hey Britt, want to come over tonight? Puck's got his fight club, so I thought we could, you know..."

"I can't. I have a date."

Santana stopped in her tracks. "What? With who?"

"Artie."

"Artie? Where?"

"He's taking me to this new place, it's called The Pie Warehouse. People were saying it's better than Breadstix."

"What?" Santana was astonished. "Better than Breadstix?"

"Uh huh." Brittany nodded. "They say it's where all the cool kids from Carmel like to go now. I heard they make the pies right at your table!" Her eyes were wide with excitement.

Santana stopped for a second to wonder how they did that- were there little ovens at each table?- but she decided to change the subject to the second most shocking thing Brittany had just said.

"Whatever. Anyway Brittany, what is up with your obsession with Robot Jox? I thought he treated you like dirt and dumped you?" There was a funny red haze creeping into Santana's vision, and she clenched her fists.

"He said he was sorry and that he wanted to try again to be a good boyfriend. So I said okay." Brittany shrugged.

"Let me get this straight. You're blowing me off to go suck face with that... that nerd?" Santana was almost shaking, she was so beside herself that she couldn't even think of a good insult.

"Artie's different. Everyone else just wants to make out and have sex," and here Santana suddenly felt guilty, "but Artie's trying to be like, romantic and stuff. He even gave me flowers today, see?" Brittany pulled out three intricately folded origami flowers from her backpack and showed them to Santana.

Romance? Since when did Brittany want romance? They had always used to laugh at the boys who tried to write poems for girls and that kind of sappy stuff. "Brittany, since when did you want romance? We always laughed at the boys who wrote poems for girls and that kind of sappy stuff. And those flowers aren't even real," she said meanly.

Brittany looked hurt. "Well maybe I do want it now. It's nice to have a boyfriend who wants to do nice things for me and spend time with me. And not just because he doesn't have anyone better to do. I like him a lot and he likes me a lot," Brittany said. She turned away and started walking, leaving Santana standing in the hall with her mouth hanging open.

I like you more than he likes you! Santana wanted to say. But she couldn't get the words to come out of her mouth, and she wasn't even totally sure what she meant by them anyway, so she just frowned and ran to catch up with Brittany.