Author's Note: Quinn and Artie...need to have...screentime...together...and talk...Glee, you fail for not having this...ugh. I'm just frustrated. Thankfully, there's fanfiction, right?

Guess Who's Dating?

I'm putting off calling my dad back. I know that's terrible but I really don't want to talk to him because I don't trust him. There's a very strong possibility that he could say something that might dent my happiness. So for the last few days, I've been telling myself that I will listen to the message but I haven't. Eventually…right.

Tomorrow is Mike's 21st birthday so we all went out to dinner tonight. Since we're not what one would call "wealthy" but more like "pretty not wealthy" we went to an affordable Mexican restaurant.

But the most interesting part of the evening came BEFORE we even left, while Santana was looking through my closet, with the intent of borrowing one of my dresses.

"Maybe this red-"

"No," I cut her off, jotting down some wedding ideas in the wedding planner that my mom had mailed me.

Arching an eyebrow, she continued her perusal, quietly. Usually she made little comments about pretty much everything but not today. Which was strange. I wanted to ask her what was going on but, with Santana, it's usually better to wait until she's ready to talk. Not that I haven't pressed things to a certain extent at times but I knew not to do that the night of Mike's birthday dinner.

"Why is there a…is this a superhero costume…hanging up in here?"

I had completely forgotten I had put that there. Turning a bit red, I stammered, "Oh…that's going to be my…Halloween costume…yup."

"You have your future costume hanging up in the closet? This one looks used…the cape is torn." Smirking, she pushed it aside, pulling out a black dress. "Artie's into superheroes?"

Avoiding her question (mostly out of embarrassment), I deflected with, "That black dress would look good on you."

Laughing a little (which I assume had to do with how I hadn't answered her question), she held the dress up to herself. "Of course it would." Pausing, she swallowed, glanced in my direction, then casually asked, "Have you been on Facebook today?"

"No." I immediately grabbed my lap top, which was nearby on the bed. "Why?"

Shrugging, she walked out of the room, taking my black dress with her.

Frowning, I opened my lap top and went to Facebook. It didn't take long for me to realize the reason San had asked. I had to triple check to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

After we got home, Artie and I cuddled and watched some TV, while I desperately tried to hold back what I had discovered on Facebook. Finally, I blurted out, "Puck and Brittany are dating!"

"Huh?" Blinking, Artie looked at me.

Even though the topic was a fairly serious one, I had to hold in a laugh at Artie's face. He had clearly been falling asleep and my exclamation had startled him.

"Wait…" he sort of drawled, a couple minutes later. "Puck and Brittany…what about San?"

"She knows about it, if that's what you mean…"

Taking my hand, he turned it over in his, tracing the lines on my palm with his index finger. It kind of tickled. "How does she feel about it?"

Moving closer to him, I rested my head on his shoulder. "She hasn't talked to me about that yet but I hope she does. She loves him, you know."

Nodding slightly, so as not to jar my head, he replied, "Yeah, I know she does."

"She hasn't even told me why they broke up. I wonder if had something to do with Britt…though I thought…" I trailed off, not really desiring to finish the sentence.

"Thought what?" he murmured into my hair.

Chewing my lip, I debated on telling him but then decided against it. I was probably wrong and it was probably best not to mention it. "Thought that Brittany wouldn't do something like that to San."

"Oh. Yeah. It's surprising."

"Mmhmm…and with them coming here next week…well…"

"I know…"

That's how we left the conversation because pretty soon Artie was asleep and I finished the episode of Arrested Development we had been watching before I started writing about the drama.

Next week, after Puck and Brittany arrive, I think there will be a lot more…

Great.