Chapter 7

Santana made no sudden movements to jump from her seat, she watched as her Glee Club members made their way out of the choir room one by one until only her, Brittany, and Rachel remained. Brittany sat in her chair refusing to move, Santana folded her arms and looked down at the ground. Rachel sighed heavily.

"You two are pathetic." Rachel insisted getting up from her seat and slinging her book bag over her shoulder.

"Whatever hobbit." Santana said looking at her, "If anything you're pathetic, animal sweaters went out of style in the fourth grade."

"Pick if you must, but you know I'm right."

"Right about what?" Brittany asked looking up for the first time.

"You and Santana needing to be together or talk or something, it's getting depressing."

"Listen troll…"

"No, you listen, whether you know it or not you two are ruining Glee Club. You're making it awkward and unbearable…and not because of your sexuality." Rachel quickly stated looking at the dazed look on Brittany's face, "You're hurting people here and the tension is cutting knife material. I'm not saying hook up, though that would save us a lot of trouble, I'm just saying that if you two don't get it together I'll be forced to put matters into my own hands."

"Like what, dwarf?"

"Like having you two not compete in Regional's."

"You can't do that….Can she do that?" Brittany asked turning to Santana who shrugged.

"Well, instead of waiting to find out fix this mess you two have made. I want to win Regional's and it's hard to do that with tension between the club. So fix it. Now." Rachel made her way out of the room; they heard her footsteps down the now quiet hallway fade into mist. Santana and Brittany remained silent for the most of three minutes.

"There's a monster in my eye." Brittany said randomly.

"Oh…" Santana said lifting one of her eyebrows to look at Brittany.

"Get it out! Get it out!"

Santana hopped off her chair and stepped down to Brittany's seat.

"I don't see anything, Brittany."

"I see it; it's a monster in my eye, San! Get it out! Get it out!"

"I'll get it out if you stop moving."

Brittany stopped moving but had panic written all over her face. She watched as Santana bent down on her knees to connect her eyes with Brittany's, Santana put her hands on Brittany's thighs and leaned forward to blow into her eye. As she did so an eyelash fell forward onto Brittany's thigh. Santana picked it up and placed it on her index finger.

"Make a wish."

"I wish…"

"Don't say it out loud. Wish in your mind then blow the eyelash."

Brittany thought for a moment and blew the eyelash off of Santana's finger and smiled at her.

"You didn't wish anything about ducks did you?" Santana questioned with a smile.

"Nope, it had something to do with you. I wished…"

"Brittany." They both turned to see Artie wheeling himself into the choir room.

"Artie!"

"Oh…Artie…" Santana said moving her body to a seat beside Brittany's.

"I want to talk to Brittany…Alone…"

"Fine." Santana grabbed her book bag and removed herself from the room.

"What is it Artie? Are you breaking up with me?"

"I want to ask you something first. Do you love Santana?"

Brittany looked at her shoes.

"I won't get mad, Brittany."

"I do…"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes…"

"Do you want to be with me?"

Brittany shrugged.

"Do you want to be with Santana?"

Again she shrugged

"What do you know then, Brittany?"

"That dolphins are just gay sharks."

"Right…Listen Brittany, I love you. I do, I've said it in front of Glee Club and I'll say it again until you decide if you want to be with me or Santana."

"But, Artie…I…"

"Don't say anything. This is your decision, not mine. I don't want you to be in a relationship with someone but be in love with someone else. It's not right, Brittany."

"I don't want to hurt you, Artie."

"I know, Brittany, I know."

"I'm sorry, Artie…"

"I know…"

"If it helps, I chose you in the beginning."

"But you don't now?"

Brittany shrugged, "I love you, Artie…"

"Do you love me, or do you love the thought of being with me?"

Brittany shrugged again.

"Think about it."

Artie wheeled himself out of the choir room as Santana leaned against the wall outside the choir room having heard everything.