Someone asked why Britt didn't fire him. Here's your answer. Thanks for your reviews, and thank you for reading.
Santana twirled a strand of hair in her hand as she waited in Brittany's office. Last night, Brittany had told her that Artie had kissed her and she wasn't very happy. Although she knew it wasn't Brittany's fault, she got angry with the blonde for allowing the crippled boy to work for her. The Latina got over it, she knew she had the blonde, but it still got to her. The blonde was too nice sometimes. It's one of the things Santana loved about her, but it was a downfall as well. A knock on her door was heard and she turned the chair so the back was facing the door.
"Brittany?" she heard Artie say. The brunette stayed quiet.
"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday." Santana turned around quickly and the boy flinched under her glare.
"Artie Abrams. We need to have a little talk, please close the door." He did as she asked and wheeled himself over to face her across the desk. The fear in his eyes was clearly visible, it made Santana smirk.
"So, I guess she told you." He said, stating it as more of a question.
"Yeah, and I wasn't very happy."
"Am I fired?" he asked and she heard the sadness in his voice. She softened a tiny bit.
"We'll get to that in a minute. I want to know something. Why did you try to take advantage of her? You know she's too nice to see your intentions."
"I love her still." Artie said, his posture getting more defensive.
"If you loved her, you wouldn't have forced yourself on her." Santana said watching the boy deflate.
"I miss her Santana, more than you know."
"Yeah, and I'll never know. I plan on never hurting her. You should be happy she's happy."
"I am. I just, I wish I made her happy." He said tears filling his eyes. He shook his head, ridding the tears from his eyes. Santana stared at him for a moment. She could tell he cared, but went about it the wrong way. She was glad though. She was glad she would never be in his position.
"You're too late. I make her happy." He nodded.
"You're fired. And against my desires, Brittany got you a job with her friend. It's out of the city, but it pays well. You're lucky she's who she is."
"I know." She got up and walked over to him. He flinched when she lifted her hand. He saw that she wanted to shake his hand, and lifted his hand to meet hers.
"I hate your guts, but Brittany said I can't hit you. You have the rest of the day. You're pay check is in your office." She said and walked out. She didn't want to see his face more than she had to, or she might blow. While she felt kind of bad for the guy, she couldn't show any of that emotion. Brittany was hers, and she wouldn't let anyone think otherwise.
Brittany sat on her couch, listening to Rachel and Quinn as they discussed where they wanted the wedding. They had decided they wanted an outside wedding, and that they wanted it soon, but nothing else.
"I think we should have it at the Park." The blonde said and Rachel shook her head adamantly.
"That's so cliché! We should have it at that little pond area we showed Santana." Quinn thought about it and smiled.
"Okay. But then it can't be a huge wedding." Rachel frowned, but nodded.
"Close friends and family." The blonde smiled, agreeing with her fiancé, and kissed her forehead. She and Rachel had become closer and even more in love than she thought possible since the proposal. Quinn was in heaven, or as close to heaven as she could get. Hell, she had her own personal angel; her name was Rachel Barbara Berry. Brittany smiled at the couple; she wanted herself and Santana to be like that one day. Just as that thought passed through her mind, her girlfriend walked through the door. Santana immediately sat down next to the blonde and kissed her heatedly.
"Mine." She said making the blonde giggle. Santana smiled endearingly at the girl and looked over at the couple across from them.
"Figure out where yet?" she said intertwining her fingers with Brittany's.
"That pond area." Santana nodded.
"That'll be awesome."
"What'd you say to him?" Brittany asked and Santana's smiled faded.
"Pretty much, that he didn't make you happy, that I did. That you were mine now, and no one was going to change that. That he was fired, but you got him a job out of the city." Brittany nodded. Santana had promised her that she wouldn't be too rude to the boy, and looking into Santana's eyes, she knew that the Latina had been as nice as she could be with this kind of situation. The blonde pressed a light kiss against the brunette's cheek, making her blush. She rested her head on the Latina's shoulder as the girls continued bumping ideas off each other about the wedding. Brittany didn't care about the logistics; all she cared about was that everyone was happy. Rachel had asked her to be her bridesmaid, and Quinn had asked Santana to be hers. The blonde was really happy to be involved in her best friend's wedding, and to get to help plan it. Sometimes she felt like she couldn't plan things as well, because she knew she wasn't as smart as the others. Rachel had always made her feel like she was just as smart as her though. That's why they were best friends. They didn't treat the blonde like she was a four year old like some people did. Neither did Santana, and that's why they belonged together. That's what Brittany thought, at least.
Santana was happy to have found such awesome friends as well. She had only ever had one real close friend, that was Noah, and now they lived nowhere near each other. Being close to Quinn and Rachel made her life much easier. Noah was a guy, he was insensitive about certain things, unlike the girls were. It made her really happy to know that their advice wouldn't be to "suck it up" or "get over it". While Quinn and she were closer, Rachel sometimes gave better advice when it dealt with Brittany. Quinn was usually just as clueless.
"So, it's late dudes. We'z be goin.'" Quinn said laughing, making Santana glare.
"Look blondie, you know I got razor blades all up in 'dis right?" she said pointing to her hair, and trying to keep a straight face. Both girls laughed. They said their goodbyes, leaving Santana and Brittany on the couch. Santana watched her girlfriend as she got up and walked over to the kitchen. She was so lucky to have the blonde as her girlfriend, and one day, she would make her, her wife.