Chapter 11
Brittany found herself buried into her locker, it was wide open and her face was stuffed into it.
"Britt?" She heard the familiar sound of Santana coming down the hallway towards her.
"Hm?" Brittany called not moving her head from her locker.
"Why are you stuffing your face in your locker?"
"So nothing bad will happen."
"Nothing bad?"
Brittany stuck her head out a little to see Santana's confused expression.
"I know that once I stick my head out of this locker something bad will happen."
"Such as?"
"Slushie facial!" Before Santana could think there had been a grape slushie thrown into her face by a big lean football player.
"Something like that." Brittany responded.
In the girl's bathroom…
"I have never gotten slushied before." Santana said in amazement, "How could I of all people get slushied?"
Brittany shrugged as she poured hot water onto Santana's hair.
"Will this mess up your weave?" Brittany questioned.
"I need to get it done anyway."
"Oh…"
"How did you know something like this would happen?" Santana questioned.
"I didn't, I wasn't talking about slushies at all. I was talking about you and Artie."
"I figured."
Brittany stopped pouring the water and leaned against the bathroom wall. Santana sat up and patted her hair.
"It's not fair." She said, "It's not fair how someone's heart can be so tangled."
"What are you…?"
"I didn't know you could love two people at once. I thought that love was a foreign custom at first, but once I fell in love I didn't know I could be…I don't know…I could be so stuck."
Santana continued to wipe her hair.
"The way I see it, Brit is that you're the one in control of your heart. No one can make the decision for you…"
"I know…"
Santana patted her leg, "Brittany, no matter who you chose, me or Artie its okay. Because I know that you and I will always be best friends and can also get our sweet lady kisses whenever we want."
Santana smiled sweetly and Brittany returned it.
Santana and Brittany linked pinkies and made their way out of the bathroom where in the center of the hallway stood Sam, Finn, Puck, and Mike and in the middle of all of them sat Artie. They were all dressed in white and lime green suits, looking very determined.
"Ay dios mio."
"Brittany Susan Pierce, me and my homeboys here have something to say to you." Artie yelled down the hall at them, "Hit it!"
The drums began to play quickly as Artie wheeled speedily towards Brittany.
"I know you wanna leave me,
But I refuse to let you go
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me…"
Sam and the rest joined in.
"…Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me, girl, don't you go…"
Artie grabbed Brittany's hand.
"…If I have to sleep on your doorstep
All night and day just to keep you from walkin' away
Let your friends laugh [turns to Santana then back to Brittany],
even this I can stand
Because I want to keep you any way I can
Now I've gotta love so deep in the pit of my heart
And each day it grows more and more
I'm not ashamed to come and plead to you baby
If pleadin' keeps you from walkin' out that door
Ain't too proud to beg, you know it sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Baby, baby, baby, baby (sweet darling)…"
Applause rang out from all people from the hallway. Santana turned and eyed each and everyone of them in dismay and loathe. Artie still hung on to Brittany's hand who looked shocked yet amused.
"All of this, for me?" She asked.
"For you, I don't want to lose you Brittany."
Brittany looked lost for words and so did Santana. Artie smiled at the look of dismay on Santana's voice but Brittany quickly seeing this withdrew her hand from Artie.
"You two are making this impossible." She said storming away from them; they quickly caught up to her.
"What do you mean?" Santana asked.
"I thought you would like the song."
"I did, Artie, I really did, but this is too much for me." She put her hand on her forehead, "My brain hurts."
"I'm sorry, Brit."
"Yeah, I'm sorry too."
"Just leave me alone, please." And with that Brittany walked off down the hallway leaving Santana and Artie lost for words.
*Songs: Ain't Too Proud to Beg - The Temptations (Sung by: Artie Ft. The Boys of Glee)