A/N: As always, thanks a bunch for all the ah-mazing reviews. Keep it up, and keep up the good work on whatever stories you're doing. I'm thinking about a Glee/Lilo and Stitch crossover. Tell me if I'm crazy, but I think it could work. Like the glee club hiding Stitch or something. I don't know, we'll see. I'm still waiting on enough reviews, but I got 3 hits today so it's pointless. Without further ado, my friends, here is chapter 4!

Setting: William McKinley High School lunch area, Tuesday, October 25th, 2011, 1:10 P.M.

Brittany sat all by herself at a table, poking at what the cafeteria staff somehow called food.

She had been thinking a lot about how she had treated Artie and Santana; she didn't usually have outbursts like that. The thing was, Artie and Santana were the two people she loved most in her life, and somehow, talking to them just didn't feel right. She knew she had to, though, or she would eventually lose her best friend and boyfriend.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Artie and Santana talking alone at just another one of the disgusting metal picnic benches and seeming upset, and she felt really bad. She picked up her lunch tray and stumbled over to them.

"I'm really sorry, guys. I'm just so out of it these days. I came home from school yesterday and just started kicking things around. My parents think I need a therapeutic to talk to or something. I don't know."

Artie whispered something to Santana, and then Santana whispered back.

"Brittany, of course we still love and support you, nothing will get in the way of that. But it might help a little if you told us the story behind this all, yeah, that'd be nice," Artie stated as he pushed the mush around on his plate.

Brittany looked down at her tray, and then tossed it on a table near her. Who cares if she didn't eat that? Even though she was off the cheerios, she still had that drink Sue gave them, the one with sand in it. And who actually ate the cafeteria food?

"Okay. Well, this is really hard for me, can we go somewhere else?"

The three of them all ran into the unoccupied choir room, not caring about the fact that it was off-limits during lunch.

"So… I had a brother-"

Artie and Santana both gasped. This was HUGE news to them, and it was totally unheard of.

"Why did you never tell me, Britt Britt?"

Santana felt so awful for Brittany that she could just cry her eyes out.

"I can't believe this! Well, what happened to him?"

Artie was just as surprised, and right then and there he decided that he wanted to protect her no matter what.

"He died. I barely even remember how, I was three…"

…

Brittany finally finished the story. And, like she predicted, she was a sobbing mess. She was crying so hard she might've been able to swim in her own tears.

The three of them were dead silent. This was both shocking and unexpected. They were all alone, until someone started walking up. They couldn't make out a face, but then Brittany realized.

But there was nothing they could do about that, and they suspected that this person had heard their whole conversation.

It was Mr. Schuester. And though they knew they could talk to him about a lot of things, they didn't really think that this was his turf.

"Do you want to, uh, speak to Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell? It sounds like you really need someone to talk to about this."

Brittany gave a half smile, and then picked her book bag up as she strutted out of the room, Santana and Artie following.

She turned back, flipping her hair, long enough to say, "Um, thanks but no thanks, Mr. Schue".

Mr. Schuester felt bad for Emma about how no one really wanted to talk to her as a therapist. He sighed. "There's nothing I can really do to change that…"

"O-Okay… well, how about you sing a song about how you feel. I guess it kind of fits in with our assignment."

Brittany actually really liked that idea.

" I think I'll do that."

Artie, Brittany, and Santana all walked out of the room, and it was as if their feet were all stepping exactly in unison. Right foot, left foot, right foot…

Artie seemed deep in thought

"So, what song can we do? Have any artists we like made songs about that type of thing?"

Santana was thinking for a while, but then she decided on the perfect song and one could almost see a light bulb pop up in her head.

"I've got it! Well… it isn't exactly an artist we like, but the song is so perfect. The song is-"

*Bell rings*

Santana quickly whispered the idea to Artie and Brittany as she ran to English class.

Brittany smiled.

And so they had found the perfect song.

A/N: Well, that's it for now! Y'all know my policy, five reviews and a new chapter comes up! Bonus: if anyone can guess the song or artist Santana thought of, the next chapter will go up sooner. Song: instantly (or ASAP). Artist: in two days. Both bonuses will not apply if reviews come even sooner. Hint: think about dead relative- related songs. More to come soon!