A/N: I got no reviews for the crap chapter last time but I hope this time I get reviews, I'm turning into a review whore so yes, and I want reviews this time. KTHXBYE

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A man was sitting in a wheelchair; this particular man was holding a pad in his hands, full of words and scribbles. He lightly turned the page and began to write again. He was worried sick, but as a journalist he had to keep his feelings impersonal and that was proving harder than he thought as he looked back up at his lady Miss Brittany S. Pierce.

The night before last, some criminals broke into Pierce & Jackson Jewelry and took the every last piece of fine jewelry from the store. The strange thing is, no one had known about it until Mr. Bronce Jackson had opened the store and found the shelves bare and the glass covering the most expensive pieces broken. If it wasn't for the fact that Bronce's brother Thomas was a wealthy banker, the Jackson family as well as the Pierce family would have been absolutely devastated.

But this crime was only the latest in robberies around this area, and Artie was wondering if he should pop the question sooner, if only to move his blonde beauty into his apartments to ensure her safety.

He looked at Brittany; her child-like face full of nerves and worry, the poor thing must be so hung up on the tragedy. He knew better than most people about not feeling safe. The car crash that had killed his mother, and crippled him was caused by a car chase between two sets of criminals, one car slammed theirs into the side of a wall, and the flimsy car barely stood a chance.

Now he was determined to prove his worth to a society that didn't look too kindly among cripples. Just look at the Jackson's own daughter Becky, the mentally crippled young woman is currently institutionalized. He looked back up at Brittany.

He would keep her safe no matter what happened. He wanted to do anything for her. He smiled at her, to ease her tension but when it didn't work he frowned and simply picked up his pencil and began to speak.

"So, Brittany, do you know anything about the robbery that took place here two days ago?"

Brittany shrugged, her eyes looking every which way but him, which he attributed to her soreness about the subject.

"I'm sorry Artie, I-I can't tell you anything you don't know, now I really must be headed off to see my cat Charity, I think she may be snooping in my journal again." Brittany stood and began to walk when she turned back to him and grabbed one of his wheelchair handles.

"Would you like me to push you outside? Maybe we could go to the pond and see the ducks, one of them is sweet on me you know, he always follows me around when I take my walks, and not just because I carry duck feed."

"No thank you darling, I have to get an interview from your father then I have to go to the office, but maybe we can go out on the town tonight, I hear there's a delightful little diner with some great eats we can go."

"I-I can't tonight, I have plans."

"Really? What kinds of plans?" He said, raising an eyebrow, her nerves were starting to get a bit… off… He shrugged, she was so sweet and innocent and would tell him anything.

"Oh just a little get together with the girls, nothing you would be interested in."

She ran out without so much as a goodbye and he frowned, was she hiding something? He normally had a knack for picking up what was on his sweetheart's mind. This seemed different though. He reached into the pocket of his corduroy pants, intending to grab a piece of hard candy but instead his fingers brushed against a velvet box and he began grinning like a fool.

Opening the box sent all his fears out the door. He had bought this a week ago at this very store and knew she'd love it. It was a simple gold band, with a modest sized but beautiful diamond on the top. It was staring him in the eyes, as if telling him about the wonderful future that he would have with the batty but wonderful woman he had fallen head over numb heels for.

The kids they would have, the life they would make together, maybe move out of this danger zone, away from those horrible criminals and buy a house fit for a family. The last part was his favorite. He hated those troublemaking, law breaking mobsters and anyone who would dare associate themselves with them.

He smiled, shining the ring on his pants before slipping the ring back in the box and back into his pocket. Tonight, tonight he would follow her and wait until she came out of her friends home, then he would say it, say what's been burning in his mind ever since he first met Brittany S. Pierce.

'Brittany, will you be my wife?'

-TiMeSkIp-

He rolled along the streets quietly, keeping his eyes open for trouble, but trained on the light blue heels of his beloved. He managed to silently trail her for what seemed like forever, which was pretty impressive if he did say so, himself. But how could he possibly stop without alerting her?

It seemed as though that question was answered for him as Brittany turned a corner and he rolled up, wincing a little as his wheels made a screeching noise at the stop, peeking out his head and watching as she stopped, but then she said out loud.

"Must be a homeless goat."

Then kept on walking. He tilted his head and mouthed 'Homeless goat?' then shook his head a little and continued to watch as she walked into a fancy, well-lit hotel building. She greeted the man at the door as casually as if she had lived there herself than vanished into a corridor.

Artie finally rolled out and steered himself next to the door, waiting for her with a smile on his face, hopefully she'd be out soon but it was summertime and the sun wouldn't be fully down until later, she'd definitely be out by that time.

-TiMeSkIp-

He kept his eyes trained on the door, but it was difficult now, because the sunlight was gone, replaced by watery moonlight and the lights in the lobby had been dimmed since the last hour. He yawned and wondered if maybe he should just save this for tomorrow, or maybe go inside and find her when she stepped outside, looking both ways. He perked up, all exhaust forgotten and rolled right in front of her, grinning. She literally jumped up and then clutched her heart.

"Artie Abrams! You startled me! What are you doing here?" She seemed more angry than happy to see him so he just said gently, looking a bit guilty, he didn't know he scared her that badly.

"I thought you might need an escort and I sat outside waiting for you…"

She relaxed a little and sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling a little. He relaxed as well, happy she was finally happy to see him and freed his arms from her so he could push them towards her home.

"So, how was this mystery friend of yours?" he asked teasingly, he thought he had met all her friends but none of them he was sure, lived in a place like this.

"Oh, she was good." Somehow her tone of voice sounded like she didn't want to talk about that so he moved on and instead asked.

"Doesn't the sky look beautiful tonight?"

Brittany sighed softly and nodded without saying anything, he assumed she was simply tired, which made him all the more happy, she would perk up like a firecracker as soon as he showed her the ring.

They arrived at the doorway of her building and she stood up, but not without giving him a soft kiss on the cheek and was about to leave when his hand grabbed hers and turned her around.

"Artie? What's the matter, do you want me to wheel you home first?"

"No, no I-I actually have a question for you… Brittany I love you, so much."

"That wasn't a question…"

"No, sweetheart, my question is," He took the box out of his pocket and grinned, feeling nerves sweep over him, but there was no backing out now.

"Brittany will you marry me?"

There, it was out, there was no turning back now. If she said yes, he would be the happiest he ever had been, kids, houses and pets would the priority in his life along with work. A beautiful traditional wedding with a beautiful wife dressed in white.

She would be an honest woman too, he wasn't going to lie and say they hadn't consummated their relationship but she would be a wife now and it wouldn't be a sin anymore when they had their own room together. When they were together in the eyes of god and in their own eyes. But would she say no? The thought chilled him...

She gasped a little and covered her hand with her mouth a little, not saying anything, Artie watched her face, the seconds feeling like hours when finally tears started falling and she nodded softly.

"Yes. Yes I'll marry you!" He grinned like a fool and grabbed her hand again, taking the ring out and placing it on her finger, she was sniffling and crying and grinning just as foolishly as he was. He gave her a soft kiss on her hand and asked

"Tomorrow night? We can get some dinner and we can start making arrangements for the wedding?"

She nodded, and his heart swelled even more at her sweet loving expression. She was perfect, just the way she was and soon she was going to be his wife.

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Brittany sighed, closing the door to her apartment and she leaned back, her head spinning a little. She was even biting her lip, which she usually did when she had candy because her lips tasted like it long after it was finished but this time it was because she was worried. Artie would never marry her if he knew what she did and whom she was with. Artie was this close to finding out, when she was with Santana and her sweet lady kisses discussing the very same robbery.

It had taken her puppy dog eyes and Quinn's reasoning to stop Santana from getting someone to take him out. But it troubled her how close Santana came. And how close Artie came. It was all too confusing! And the worst part was, she didn't know whether or not she could live without Santana or Artie. She simply loved them both too much.

Maybe she could like Sam, you know, with boobs. She could stay with Santana and still make a family with Artie...

The sound of claws against something jolted Brittany out of her thoughts.

"Charity! Leave my journal alone! That isn't for cats to read!"

She ran into the next room, all her thoughts and troubles buried in the back of her mind.

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A/N: Okay, Artie chapter is done! The robbery was the robbery that gave Santana the bag of jewels, that she gave to Sam to give to Finn so see, it isn't just nonsense! And I'm glad it actually made sense time wise, because two nights ago was the night of the clubbing, the day after was the Valentines chapter and now is the aftermath of those two days. :) Yay for the lack of bull crap! I actually liked this one and I don't know why, maybe because I like Artie a lot or maybe because this was the last thing before I can get into the violence. And it's very violent. And very Finntana/Puckleberry filled. READ AND REVIEW! I seriously want reviews; they are lifeblood to me.