Author's Note: I think this chapter is a little short too , however , this is my favorite ! :) Hope you all enjoy it !

Chapter 8

Brittany walked down the hallway her eyes downward looking at her shoes as she walked, she couldn't really see where she was going and from the looks of things she didn't really care either. Brittany was so concerned about looking at her feet that she didn't notice Ms. Holiday moving in her direction.

"Ouch!" Ms. Holiday moved backwards and looked at who she bumped into, "Oh, Brittany. I didn't see you."

"I didn't see you either."

"Why were you watching your shoes?"

"I wanted to see what they did while I walked."

"Well, what did you see?"
"One foot moves and then the other follows."

"I see, interesting data. We must call the news!"

"Really?" Brittany asked in delight.

"No. But that was fun, wasn't it?" Ms. Holiday made her way passed Brittany.

"Ms. Holiday, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, I don't really have an office anymore but we'll find a place."

Brittany followed Ms. Holiday towards a back room off the choir room. Ms. Holiday entered first with Brittany close behind. Brittany took a seat on the floor.

"Why are you sitting?"

"I want to go to Japan while we talk."

Ms. Holiday smiled and followed suit.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, you helped me and Santana before and I was wondering…"

"If this has anything to do with lesbian sex I'm sorry I have no idea what you two are supposed…"

"No, no, we got that covered…"

Ms. Holiday looked bemused.

"Okay…Then what can I help you with?"

"I have to choose between Artie and Santana and I don't think I can. I chose before and I chose Artie but now I think I made a mistake…I'm so confused."

"Well, I can't tell you who to choose Brittany…"

"I know, I know, but I'm just so lost."

"Hmmm…" Ms. Holiday looked down at her feet, "Bingo! Think of Santana and Artie as your shoes."

"My shoes?"

"Your shoes compare them to shoes! Why didn't I think of this before? What's your favorite pair of shoes?"

"My duck slippers."

"Uh, okay, which one, Artie or Santana, do you see as your duck slippers?"

"Neither, I don't want to picture their faces on ducks; that's sick."

Ms. Holiday shook her head, "Let's try again, what's your least favorite pair of shoes?"

"The ones you have on."

Ms. Holiday looked down at her feet.

"Okaaaaaaay, forget the shoes, let's try it this way." Ms. Holiday drew on the board behind her. She had two large circles drawn, one with Santana's name under it and one with Artie's. She handed the marker to Brittany.

"Now in these circles I want you to put only the pros of dating them…"

"Pros? Like basketball?"

"No, pros like the positive things. What would be good about dating Santana?"

"We have the same shoe size…"

"Could you get off the shoes?"

"But I'm not on them, I'm in them."

Ms. Holiday shook her head in frustration, "What's a good thing about dating Artie?"

Brittany put the tip of the marker to her chin, "He's sweet."

Ms. Holiday grabbed the marker and wrote 'sweet' in his circle.

"Anything else?"

"Hmmm…He's a great singer…But so is Santana."

Ms. Holiday wrote these things in the respectable bubbles.

"Now I want you to write down the rest okay? Just describe them, the good things about them and who ever has the most at the end is more than likely the one you're really in love with."

"Why didn't I think of that?"

Ms. Holiday shrugged, "I'm a G, what can I say?"

"Ms. Holiday what are you doing here anyway? I forgot to ask."

"Oh, I'm looking for Mr. Schue, we have a lunch date."

"That's sweet."

"I'm trying something new that I encourage all my students to try."

"What, food?"

"No silly, a real genuine, fly ball over the fence, romance." And with that Ms. Holiday left the room leaving Brittany to her board and markers.