Sorry for not updating in a while. School started and I have been trying to get into the swing of things again. Things will become for regular, I promise.

Thank you guys for reviewing and I am so glad you liked the chapter. This chapter is all Brittana, so enjoy :).

Brittany stood watching a group of small children dancing. Artie had been working with her a week and he had already started hitting on her. At first she thought he was joking but as he did it more, she realized he was really trying to get her back. She told Santana every time he hit on her, not wanting to keep any more secrets. While the Latina was angry with the crippled boy, she had to trust that Brittany wouldn't let anything happen. Brittany heard Artie clear his throat. She looked down to meet his eyes and raised an eyebrow at him. His style hadn't got any better since high school, and she sort of felt bad for him. He hadn't had a girlfriend since her.

"You look beautiful today Brittany."

"Can you not?" she said annoyed. She liked being complemented just not by him.

"Sorry. I was wondering. When do you want me to schedule that interview?"

"Thursday." she said and looked back at the kids. Just being around him put her on edge. She knew it made Santana mad and she hated that she as upsetting the brunette. She looked at her wary and smiled. It was lunch time. That meant it was time to see her baby.

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Santana sat at the table in the restaurant and waited for Brittany to show up. They hadn't been fighting lately, everything was going well aside from Artie working for Brittany. Santana grumbled to herself. She hated that the crippled boy was working for the blonde. He was trying to get her back and Santana was afraid the blonde would go back to him. She looked down at the table and sighed. She didn't want to lose Brittany.

"Hey honey." Brittany said sitting down across the table from the brunette. Santana smiled at the girl.

"Hey."

"How has your day been?" Brittany asked

"A lot better now that I'm with you." Brittany blushed. The waitress came by and took their drink and food orders before she could reply. The cafe near their home had become the normal place to eat lunch or breakfast at. They had become so regular the waitresses knew their regular orders.

"You're sweet. So Artie hit on me again. It's annoying." Santana frowned.

"Tell him to stop. Or do I need to go in?" she asked calmly but fuming internally.

"I did. You look really pretty today." Brittany commented as the waitress gave them their drinks.

"Thank you." Santana said, her anger quickly dissipating. She watched as her girlfriend sipped her orange juice and then frown.

"Babe?" Brittany asked quietly. Santana perked up. That voice meant The blonde was sad.

"Yes?"

"Whats gonna happen to the oranges family? Are they all dead too or are they crying cause they miss their mom or dad is gone?" Santana deadpanned. How in the world did she answer this question. It wasn't as if she could tell the girl that oranges didn't have feelings or family.

"Well Britt, they only kill the mean oranges, so other oranges don't miss them. That's why orange juice is tart." Brittany smiled. She was glad innocent oranges didn't die.

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Brittany walked into her office happily after lunch to become very annoyed. Artie sat in her office all of lunch apparently and waited for her to return.

"You know what you and her are is disgusting." he said as she sat in her chair. Brittany glared at him and he visibly recoiled.

"You're disgusting." she spat at him.

"You'll go to hell cause of her. I could give you so much more than her."

"Like what?"

"A family." she looked at him in disbelief.

"A family loves each other right? The people married have a shared love?"

"Duh."

"Well then you can't give me a family. I don't like you, much less love you." he frowned and wheeled over to her.

"I love you. That should be enough."

"Get away." she said standing and walking across the room to the door. He wheeled over and threw his arms around her waist and forcefully pulled her into his lap.

"Stop." she said trying to get out of his grasp. He kissed her neck and she felt sick to her stomach. She untensed which made his grip loosen. The second it did she jumped of his lap and spun around facing him. She threw a hard slap against his cheek; she could still feel the tingling in her palm.

"Artie, you're a pig! You want what you can't have and once you have it you're done. I can't deal with this anymore!"

"Don't tell Santana.."

"Fuck you! I'll tell her what I want to fucking tell her. Leave. Go home today." she said opening the door. He wheeled through the doorway, looking back at her before leaving.

She went to her bathroom and washed her neck. She felt so sick, and she worried about what would happen once she told Santana tonight, but she worried for what would become Artie. Santana wouldn't be happy whatsoever. The only plus side was sex would be awesome for Brittany. Santana was territorial and knowing that Artie had even touched her would make her go crazy. Brittany thought about what he said. Santana would give her a family. They might not all be completely related but it would be the best family in the world. The blonde knew it would.