A/N Sorry it took so long for me to update people, it's been a crazy few months. I also had a lack of inspiration, the good thing is I'm back and I better get some reviews or else! Btw j/k. On to the story… Italics means thoughts.
The classroom was dead silent. All of the glee club's eyes were on Artie. He felt like one of those circus freaks you hear about, like you're locked up in a cage and the whole world is staring at you. Artie felt his cheeks heat up but looked defiantly at the group and said "what, it was just a song. There's nothing wrong with what we sang." Rachel said "Artie, the truth is we have never seen anything so passionate before, the way you and Santana sang to each other was incredible there are people on Broadway who wish they had that emotion." Artie was stunned; did Rachel just give him a compliment? One person's eyes Artie did not want to look at were Brittany's. The eyes are truly the windows to the soul, and Brittany was so innocent, he saw the pain there and also the pain in Quinn's eyes. He smiled at Quinn and leaned forward and in front of the class kissed her on the lips. He felt so guilty doing this, because he knew Quinn was not the one he was in love with, but Quinn was so beautiful and she had been smiling before his performance, and wanted to see that smile again. Artie by kissing Quinn took all the tension out of the room. Puck said in his smart-ass form "wow you and Quinn huh, did not see that coming." Artie and Quinn had finished kissing and were both breathless, but Artie had succeeded in making Quinn smile, and he felt butterflies in his stomach, but nothing compared to when he kissed Santana. Artie, still breathless asked Quinn to go out with him on Friday night, and with her eyes still twinkling said of course. When he looked at Brittany he saw a sense of longing, regret, and suspicion in her soulful blue eyes. Mercedes smiled and said "its about time white boy. I thought there was something going on between the two of you, when ever you are together it makes me feel good because there gives me hope out there for me" while looking at Sam. Mr. Schue said "alright people it's time to go home Monday we will find out who won the competition, have a great weekend." Mr. Schue had a feeling he knew who the winner was by a long shot. It was Artie and Santana, which he would have thought, would have never happened.
Meanwhile Santana had tears streaming down her face, and she had gotten into her car and drove home missing cheerio practice while in the process. She didn't care at all. She wanted to curl up in her bed and have her mom hold her and tell her everything was ok. Her mom was at work and would be home by 5. Her older sisters had returned for the weekend. Katerina Hughes (formerly Lopez) was 28 and married with one child and another one on the way. She had Santana's looks long black hair, same pouty lips, but her eyes were different, they were a beautiful green. Her husband James Hughes was a tall Irish guy with brownish red hair with a smile that could light up New York City was a construction foreman and made a good amount of money and treated Katerina as if she was a queen. Nina Lopez the other sister was 25 and was married to her work, but did have a steady boyfriend, and it was only a matter of time before they were married. She worked as a physical therapist in Lima Hospital. She had been there for about a year and a half and loved every minute of it. She and her boyfriend lived together across town. Her boyfriend was a resident (almost done being a doctor) at the hospital when they met. Nina had long brown hair lighter than her sister's and was not as tan as Santana or Katerina. She had dark brown eyes and was a bit chubbier than her sisters, not fat just a little curvier than the other two. They were both home visiting their mother for the weekend. Santana opened up the door and ran up the stairs while sobbing, this caused both sisters to look at each other and walk up the stairs. They could both hear her crying into her pillow. Katerina knocked and asked Santana if she was alright. Nina asked what the problem was. Santana opened the door and all three girls sat on the bed. Santana sniffled and said "I thought I was a lesbian and I was totally happy with Britts but now I'm not so sure this boy I never really liked snuck up on me and is now driving me insane. I think I have feelings for this boy as well." She then proceeded to tell both Katerina and Nina the whole story, both sisters were stunned by the end and didn't really know what to do or say. Nina told Santana to follow her heart and whatever choice she made they were with her one hundred percent. Katerina agreed and by the time their mother got home all three sisters were sound asleep on the bed.
Artie had gone home and was thankful for the weekend. His brothers were younger than him and so he didn't feel like telling them his story. He thought about the guys from school but in the end he decided to ask his dad. His dad worked for an accounting firm and was always busy, but never busy enough for his children. Alan Abrams was a nerdy looking guy but had a beautiful wife. Ironically Artie was the same way with his girlfriends, huh must run in the family he thought. "Dad, can I ask for your advice on a certain problem?" "Is it going to freak me out or make me feel old?" his father asked, while adjusting his seat and turning to look at his eldest son. "You didn't impregnate a girl, or your you know not uh gay are you?" "No dad I'm not gay and I didn't get a girl pregnant, but the advice is on girls." "Ah something I know so much about, wheel over here my young Paduan and let the master teach you." Artie snorted as did his mother who had just walked in. His mother Lisa was gorgeous brown hair with brown eyes and a smile like her son's big and wide. "Alan honey don't lie to your son, You are not the master." "I got you didn't I" he smiled. "I was young and naïve and maybe a little tipsy when we met and I fell for your charms." "Oldest son here and please stop flirting you may make me want to burn my eyes and ears out with bleach." Both his parents laughed and his father asked what the problem was. Artie took a deep breath and explained the situation to his parents and by the time he was done his parents were both looking at him thunderstruck. "Who is Santana again?" his father asked, and his mother showed him a picture of the glee club and pointed her out. "And which one is Quinn?" Artie showed his dad Quinn, "Wow son, way to go" "Alan!" his mother smacked his father's arm. "I mean what you are doing Artie is very wrong, very wrong indeed" then proceeded to wink at him. His mother just glared at his father before turning around to Artie and said "sweetie which one of these girls do you like?" "I like both of them and both give me butterflies when I kissed them." "Yes son now that's what I'm talking about my son the heartbreaker." Alan stated with pride. Lisa just shook her head and said "think about whoever you want to be with because you can't string both of these girls along." "I know mom I have to think about this anyway thanks guys goodnight." Artie heard a smack and an ouch from his father, "that didn't hurt you, you jackass." Artie snickered and got ready for bed. "Lisa, our son is growing up, but who do you think he will choose. " "I don't know honey but whoever he chooses better not break his heart or they will have to deal with me." "Both girls are hot though" *smack* "I meant pretty." "Honestly Alan, why are all men the same thinking with their smaller head and not the bigger one." "Come on babe let's get to bed we got to take J.J. for soccer in the morning." "Let me just finish up here and I'll meet you in bed." "Hurry up I don't want you to start without you". "Start"? Lisa smiled and kissed Alan and whispered in his ear all the dirty things she wanted to do with him. "You know what I'm done now" and they went upstairs holding hands. Artie thought long and hard about whom he wanted and while everything in his hear was pointing to Santana his mind was still telling him Quinn. Dammit why did my life have to get so complicated?