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Chapter 10
The school day was slowly coming to a close and Brittany had yet to make up her mind about what she wanted to do between Santana and Artie. She had written in the circles like Ms. Holiday had suggested and it all pointed in the direction she figured it would, however, she couldn't force herself to do anything about it. At least not yet, it seemed to be that breaking hearts were becoming a regular thing for Brittany and she didn't have the strength left in her today to break another. So she went to her locker, gathered her books, and went to her last class without speaking to anyone.
In the office off the choir room…
"That explains it." Sam said looking at the big circles on the board in Brittany's handwriting.
"Yes, it explains it." Artie agreed. He had seen the board only an hour before Santana had sung her song and knew what would be coming next. He couldn't bear to hear it from Brittany's lips so he tried his best to avoid her ever since Glee Club.
"But I just can't believe it." Sam took a seat on the floor and looked at the board, "Does this mean Santana loves Brittany too?"
Artie nodded.
"Unbelievable, so all this time that Santana was with me…"
"She wanted to be with Brittany." Artie said, finishing his sentence.
"Wow. Then why waste my time when I could've been with Quinn?"
"You do realize Quinn cheated on you, right?"
"But what Santana did was way worse. Think about it, Art, Quinn cheated on me with Finn physically but Santana cheated on me emotionally."
Artie looked confused.
"Think of it this way, would you be more upset that Brittany was having sex with Santana or would you be more upset that her heart was slowly being claimed by Santana? Sex is fine, it doesn't always have emotions. But love? Love is filled with emotions and heartache and moments of joy. I don't know about you, but I rather have sex without the emotion than knowing my girlfriend was in love with someone else." Sam patted Artie on the back and left him alone.
In McKinley's hallway…
"Can we talk?"
Santana looked stunned; she looked around her to make sure that Artie was talking to her and not anyone else.
"Sure, what's up Blue Tooth?"
"You are aware that Brittany has confessed to being in love with you to me, right?"
Santana sighed, "Yes."
"And you are aware that she loves us both?"
"Yes, I know all of this."
"But I bet there's something you didn't know."
Artie wheeled passed her and she followed him into the room off of the choir room. Artie wheeled himself in the center of the room facing the board and eyed it. Santana looked at him first and then looked at the board. She took in everything she saw. The funny pictures Brittany drew beside Santana's bubbles of lips to the picture of a football beside Artie's bubble. The remarks of how Santana's hair always smelled like fresh oranges to the way Artie pops a wheelie with his wheelchair. All of it was there in black and white on a board for anyone who entered that room to see.
"Why is this here?" Santana asked after looking over it completely.
"My guess is that Brittany is strained and can't decide between me and you and felt it better to write down the perks of being with us."
"So I see…"
"Do you see who has the most?"
"I do."
"Well don't be too please with yourself."
"Excuse me?"
Artie wheeled to face her, "I'm not giving up on Brittany without a fight."
"You told her to choose, you said it was her decision."
"So you were listening in?"
Santana folded her arms across her chest and looked the other way.
"Doesn't matter if you heard or not, I love Brittany and I would never hurt her."
"I would never hurt her either."
"You tried to break us up originally, or do you not remember that?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "I just didn't want her to win the competition."
"So you break up a couple?"
"Desperate times."
"You and Brittany wouldn't last five minutes."
Santana looked shocked, "We'll last longer than you and her did, Blue Tooth."
"It's funny, Santana it really is…"
"What?"
"Never in a million years did I ever picture me and you, i mean you were one of the most popular kids in school fighting over a girl, or anyone for that matter."
"I'm not fighting you for her; Brittany will soon learn that me and her are meant to be."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"I'm not giving up on her, Santana. So bring your a-game, because I play to win."
"Bring it on, Stubbles McCripple-Pants. Bring. It. On!"