Author's Note: It's been a while! Haha! Sorry about that. This chapter isn't Brittana, but more so uh... I forgot what Artie and Brittany's mash up name was... Or did they even have one? Whatever. Anyhow, I sorta forgot she was kinda sorta still with him so I decided to make this for them... Trust me, it's a good one :)

Brittany's POV

A few minutes had passed since our performance. Many were still tearing up from it, others were confused yet smiled at us as we walked passed them. Maria and Finn were on immediately after us so we had no idea what Maria thought about it. Santana stayed close to the curtain to watch her best friend perform, I, however, made my way towards Artie who was playing chess with Mike Chang.

"Hey, Artie, can I talk to you for a minute?" He looked up from his game. He smiled weakly at Mike and wheeled towards me.

"What's up?" He asked.

"There's something I need to confess to you."

"Yes?"

He looked so innocent and youthful, almost like a weird nerdy baby. I didn't want to break his heart, so many had been broken already...Well just mine, but that should count for a lot.

"I think..." I let my voice break off. I turned away from him and sighed then turned back to face him, "No, I know, I'm in love with someone else."

He stared at me blankly.

"Do I know him?"

Again, I turned away from him and then turned back. "No, you...Well...Not really."

"What does that mean? Is it Sam?"

"No."

"Mike?" He glanced over at the chess table were Mike still sat eyeing the pieces.

"No, it's not someone from this school or London."

"Then who?"

"Does it matter who?"

He shrugged, "I would still like to know."

I didn't say anything.

"Brittany, I really like you. I was sure I could fall in love with you; actually, I think I have. But I understand if you love someone else, I just want to know who. I'm not going to fight them or anything. I just want to know who the lucky guy is."

I smiled at him.

"Thanks Artie...But...It's not a guy."

He looked confused.

"It's a girl. An amazing girl..."

"Quinn?" He interjected.

"No, no, I told you it's not anyone from this school."

"Your dance partner?" He guessed again.

"Yes...I'm in love with Santana." It felt weird yet accomplishing to admit that out loud for the first time.

"Oh..."

"I'm sorry that this is how it has to be..."

"Is she moving here or something?"

"No..."

"Are you two a couple?"

"No..."

"Then why break up with me?"

I sighed. "Haven't you been listening?"

"No, I heard you correctly. But if you two aren't even going to fully be together why crush on my heart? Why not just be with me? I'm pretty awesome arm candy."

I giggled at him and rested my hand on his.

"Artie, that's sweet of you and I'm sorry for crushing your heart. I truly am. And maybe I and Santana won't be together anytime soon, but I'm okay with that. I don't want to use you Artie. I like you, as a friend, and I admire the friendship we have grown to have over this month and a half and I want to remain friends with you. But it wouldn't be fair to you or me if I continued this relationship when I know I'm not happy."

He sighed but nodded.

"I understand, I just kind of wish I didn't."

I smiled at him and patted his hand.

"You're a great guy Artie and one day you'll make someone very happy."

He smiled.

"Thanks. I just wish it was you."

I didn't say anything as he wheeled back to Mike and resumed his play as if nothing had happened.