Chapter 14

Santana leaned against the choir room walls waiting for Brittany to enter the room and apparently from the looks of things so was Artie. He sat near the piano looking anxiously at the door. Brittany entered but wasn't smiling or showing any form of happiness. She took a seat far from both Santana and Artie. Somehow Santana figured she should be used to this by now. For two weeks Brittany had ignored both her and Artie, not even a glance from her.

Santana stared at the back of Brittany's head as Artie wheeled himself on the far end of Brittany. He turned back to Santana, who rolled her eyes.

Mr. Schue came in clapping his hands together and looking animatedly at his students.

"Great news! We are going to be first at Regional's this year!" Everyone broke out into a murmur except for Brittany who sat emotionless.

"Now of course this means that we have to have a kick ass opening! We have seen Finn and Rachel and Quinn and Sam tear it up on the stage together but I think it's time to let others shine through…"

"It's about damn time." Mercedes said with diva attitude, "When do I get my solo?"

Mr. Schue smiled, "Actually you'll have to earn it just like those four did. In a duet competition."

"Duet?" Mercedes asked disappointed.

"Yes, a duet. You and someone else perform amazingly Mercedes and who knows you and…" Mr. Schue looked around the room, "Santana could be a fine pairing."

"Please, Mr. Schue. Santana doesn't want to my partner she'd rather be Brittany's."

"Well, Brittany does have a great voice. So then, let's hop to it. Everyone pick a partner."

Finn picked Rachel, to no surprise of her own. Quinn looked heartbroken but said nothing as she picked Sam. Punk picked Tina, to Lauren's surprise who picked Mike to Mercedes's heartache.

"Want to be my duet partner?" Mercedes asked Artie, "Our voices go together perfectly."

"I'm waiting to see who Brittany chooses to be her partner."

"Of course."

Mercedes moved to Santana and then stopped herself.

"You want to be partnered with Brittany too, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, Wheezy, maybe some other time."

Mercedes went back to her seat heartbroken. Artie and Santana moved a few seats closer to Brittany who didn't seem to be moving anytime soon.

"You two want to know who I chose, don't you?" she asked, in a voice unlike her own.

"Yes." Santana and Artie said in unison.

"Well, I don't know."

"It's been two weeks." Artie said.

"She's clearly still thinking, though I don't see why the answer is pretty clear."

"Of course, she should choose me."

"No, me."

Brittany sighed and grabbed her things and walked out of Glee Club without a word more.

At Santana's locker…

"Santana, a word?"

Santana sighed heavily and put her book into her locker with a thud, "What's up Wheelie?" She asked folding her arms across her chest.

"I am beginning to think that Brittany will never choose between us."

"In my opinion she should chose neither one of us."

"Wait, what?"

"Look at it from her point of view Artie, it's been two weeks and she still doesn't know who she wants to be with. The only smart thing to do would be to choose neither one of us. It's better that way. She loves us both so much that letting us go would be the only reasonable thing to do."

"This isn't a plan for you to get with her behind my back is it?"

"Please, I don't need a plan if I wanted to do that." Santana closed her locker, "I'm serious Artie, I'm done with this war between us. I'm throwing in the towel. I love Brittany too much to have her go through what we're putting her through. I advise you to do the same."

Santana walked a few feet away and then took out of her phone.

To: Brit

I quit. I throw in the towel. I love you too much to watch you go through this. I would rather you pick neither of us than to have you go through this. I'm still your best friend, Brit. Remember that. XOXO San.

She pushed the send button and sighed happily to herself when the message sent.

A few feet back, Artie had pulled out his phone as well.

To: Brittany

I miss not being able to talk to you. Can we at least be friends? I miss you. I love you. Artie.

He sighed heavily as the message sent.