Hey guys! Without any special introduction, here's the eight installment.

Takes place right after "Laryingitis". Enjoy!


Artie wasn't really sure how he ended up finding sad girls sitting alone in places, but it wasn't a pattern he liked to repeat.

It's not like he didn't like being there for his friends or anything, but Artie wasn't exactly the kind of guy people went to for comfort. He was the one with the chronic word vomit, after all.

He and Quinn had been the last ones to leave the choir room after Glee rehearsal. Artie, because he needed talk to the Jazz club to ask them if they could play for them for Regionals. Quinn because, well, she was seven months along and it took her about five minutes just to get up.

They were walking outside the school and heading towards the newly-added ramp when they saw Brittany sitting right at the ramp's entrance, inadvertently blocking it.

Artie paused for a second, then tapped Brittany's shoulder. "Uh, hey Brittany. Could you-"

"Can you guys give me a hug?" she asked abruptly.

Artie raised his eyebrows. "Say what?"

Brittany explained in her typical slow, breathy voice. "Earlier today, I was telling Santana about my date with Kurt yesterday, and how his hands were really soft, and she started getting annoyed. Then I told her about how Kurt's kiss was so much better than most of the other guys' 'cause his lips didn't have that weird dip taste and she got really mad. She said 'This is about keeping a record, you're not supposed to actually like the guy. Even you're not that stupid, Brittany!' and stormed off. And I'm really confused 'cause I don't know what I did wrong and Santana hates me and I just feel really sad."

Artie and Quinn looked at each other. They both knew perfectly well why Santana had reacted the way she had. It was a reason pretty much everyone in Glee knew about, if not the entire school. It wasn't as if Artie had let the images dance around in his head or anything.

On cue, a vision Santana and Brittany having a makeout session popped up. Hot.

As if Quinn knew exactly what Artie was fantasizing about, she elbowed his head and rolled her eyes. Typical teenage boy.

"Anyway, I always feel better about stuff when I get a hug." Brittany stood up and looked at Quinn and Artie expectantly.

Artie thought it was oddly ironic how Brittany was asking for a hug from the two people who were least physically capable of giving it. He looks at Quinn again and decided to go first. He wheeled himself closer to Brittany and expected for her to lean down and give him an awkward side-hug (that's pretty much how most of his hugs end up, being in a chair 24/7).

He's completely in shock when Brittany, with a freakish amount of strength, pulls Artie out of the chair and holds him like a rag doll.

"Um, Brit? This is kind of weird."

She doesn't respond, so he just relaxes and wraps his arms around her.

He looked at Quinn over Brittany's shoulder, and he was embarrassed to see tears in Quinn's eyes. Great. As a man, I'm really not equipped to deal with girl-tears. Especially pregnancy hormone-induced ones.

Quinn shuffled over and wraps her arm around Brittany's back and hugged her as much as her huge stomach would allow.

This whole thing is still really weird, and it has too much of a chick-flick feel to it. Still, he can't deny he kind of likes it.

It's been a while since he's given a full-body hug, after all.


I was planning on doing a Brittany POV one shot featuring this kind of scene (completely separate from this series), but I decided not to. I'm something of a lazy-ass. =P

The first bit of this one-shot was a direct reference to "Subtle Friendship", but that's pretty much as far as I'm gonna go with connecting one ficlet with another. They're meant to be separate.

Also, hopefully I didn't make Artie OOC with the perviness. He is a red-blooded 16-year-old boy, after all. =P But if I did, let me know. One thing I can't stand in fanfiction is OOCness.

Anyway, please leave a review! Thank you for reading.