A/N: Sooo, who loved the premiere? Who can't wait for the next episode? Personally, I thought the episode didn't have enough Kurt, but oh, well. It'll come. Mkei, so yeah, I might have another chapter tomorrow, but most likely not. Also, I need a way for Kurt to die. I have everybody planned out but him, and in order for the story to continue, he needs to die. Please, if you have a suggestion, PM me. (Don't leave it as a comment, because if I use it I want it to be a surprise to everybody else) Thank you!

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I wouldn't be waiting for Britney/Brittany, would I?

Chapter 5 – Artie

Artie was torn.

He loved Tina, he really did, with all of his heart, mind, and soul, (Corny); He was just too chicken to tell her.

Not only that, but he was so sure that Mike (Who hadn't shown up to school today, oddly enough) felt the exact same way about her.

Artie was determined to tell her first. He rolled into living room, thankful the house was completely empty. (He didn't want anybody *coughhisparentscough* eavesdropping on this conversation.)

He picked up his cell off the center table and dialed Tina's number. Growing more and more nervous with each ring, he concentrated on the sounds of heavy rain and thunder outside.

"Hey, you've reached Tina Cohen-Chang, Official Asian Vampire! I guess you've missed-"

"Ugh," Artie sighed, hanging up. He couldn't proclaim his love over the phone; what was he thinking? It needed to be special, to be romantic, to be-

"Hi, Artie."

Artie jumped, knocking out the brake on his chair and rolling into the couch. Thunder boomed outside, and Artie craned his neck to see a dripping, wet Brittany standing in the doorway.

"Brittany? How'd you get in my house?"

"The window."

"None of our windows open. They're fiberglass."

"Not the tall one in the front of the house."

"That was a door, Brittany. A glass door."

Brittany gave a look of understanding.

"Anyway, why are you here?" Artie inquired.

"I was going home, and I got lost, so I came here instead. Plus the rain got me and my bag wet!" She replied, emphasizing her statement by holding up her sopping backpack, "Can I say here until the sky stops crying?"

"Sure, Brittany," Artie said.

"Yay! Come on!" Brittany ran to Artie and lifted him out of his chair, proceeding to carry him to a clear spot on the floor.

"How are you so strong?" Artie questioned as Brittany laid him on his back on the carpet.

"I'm a Cheerio;" Brittany replied matter-of-factly, "Coach Sylvester makes us bench press football players to stay in shape."

Artie struggled to sit up. "Wow. Well then, could you please put me back in my chair? It feels kind of-"

"No, no!" Brittany cut him off, pushing his shoulders down, "I have a game we're gonna play. It's kinda like Twenty Questions, but, with one question. I call it, 'One Question'."

"Why can't I be in my chair?"

"You'll see when you hear the question!" Brittany said as she rummaged through her bag. She shifted so Artie couldn't see what she drew out of it, and she held the mystery item behind her back. She moved slowly over to Artie's side, making sure he still couldn't see what she was holding.

"So, Artie," Brittany drawled, "The question is something you've heard before, but never answered. Can you feel your feet?"

Artie had a flashback of hammer pants and libraries.

"Um, no, I guess not." He replied, growing more and more uncomfortable. Brittany's smile was getting less sweet and more predatory with every passing second.

"I wanna test it!" Brittany squealed, uncovering what she had behind her back: A machete.

The thick, sharp blade glinted evilly in the light of the setting sun.

"You shouldn't feel a thing," Brittany said, chuckling at her own joke.

Artie's mouth dropped open in surprise as he watched the machete sail through the air and slice through his legs, right above his knees. He gasped as he felt the blood drain from his body and soak into the carpet beneath him.

"Well," Brittany asked, "Did you feel it?"

Blood gurgled up into Artie's throat. His eyes widened and he stopped moving.

"Hmm," Brittany muttered, closing Artie's blank, staring eyes, "I guess that was a 'no'."

She giggled. "Five down!"

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