Tuesday: Days Until Prom: 11

"Okay Wheels. We have a problem." Santana stopped in front of Artie, placing a hand on either side of him so that he was virtually locked in. Artie swallowed nervously.

"Yes?"

"Britt won't speak to me unless I apologize to you." Santana snorted, "Now we both know that I ain't sorry, but she doesn't." Santana cleared her throat, putting on a show smile that would have Rachel jealous, "I'm sorry that I made Brittany hurt you Artie."

She walked around him and started to sashay away, but Artie sighed. "Santana, that won't work." He knew he was putting his neck out on the line here, but she had to actually prove she cared about Brittany. Santana spun around, glaring at him.

"Good God! Everyone doesn't seem to understand that I'm not sorry for getting her to be with me instead of you! The only thing I'm sorry for is tricking her! I'm not sorry that you were a casuality in my fight for her! Screw you! You were the competition!" Santana finally exploded. Every single person was so insistent that she be remorseful. Artie nodded, contemplating.

"See, you care about Brittany, but Brittany cares about everybody...in different ways," he added quickly when he saw the murderous look Santana was sending his way. "I do believe that this is going to be a big problem for you two. Someone has to explain to her, whether it be you or one of her friends, that if you two want the relationship to work, you'll have to agree to disagree on this one case." Santana nodded slowly, then smirked.

"I know just who can do that." she decided, "Wheels, where's your new fuck buddy?"

Quinn walked up to Brittany, who was staring at her locker in confusion. "Brittany?" she asked gently. She looked up, instantly brightening.

"Oh! Hey Quinn!" she glanced back at her locker, "Santana usually opens my locker for me...but she's not around right now, and I can't remember the code..." Quinn leaned over, years of being Brittany's friend coming in to use as she recalled the numbers and opened her locker for her.

"There you go." Quinn nodded. Brittany nodded.

"Thanks Quinny!"

"I'm here to talk to you about something." Quinn stated seriously.

"Talk away!" Brittany hummed. Quinn nodded.

"Britt, I need you to pay close attention, this is important." Quinn waited until she knew that she had all of her attention, "It's about you and Santana. You two are very different people. You think in very different ways. Now, I heard about the fight you guys had. You see Brittany, Santana doesn't see it the way you do..." Quinn attempted to think of a way to dumb the words down a bit for her, but that had always been Santana's forte.

"Like how Lord Tubbington can only see in black and white, but I see in rainbow?" Brittany supplied her own version. Quinn nodded eagerly.

"Yes, yes! Santana doesn't see anything wrong with what she did, because she got you as a result of it, even if she ended up hurting Artie. But Artie is happy now, so it's really all in the past. You can forgive Santana." Quinn stated gently. Brittany nodded slowly.

"But what if she does something like it again?" Quinn cursed in her mind. Brittany always knew how to ask the smart questions at inopportune moments.

"Well, I think Santana knows now that you didn't like that, so she'll be careful to make sure not to do anything like it again in the future." Quinn figured this was true since Santana was nearly pulling her hair out to find a way to get Brittany to date her again.

"Okay then!" Brittany nodded, "I'll forgive Sanny!" she spotted the Latina walking down the hall in their direction and brightened. "SANNY!" She proceeded to throw herself into the girl's arms to create a very happy Santana. Quinn shook her head, smiling slightly, and relocking Brittany's locker.

"Oh Jesse! We had forgotten how funny you were!"

Rachel froze. Just as she was about to walk into her door singing her typical 'I'm Home' to her Fathers, she heard their laughter and his name. She crept carefully to the living room.

"Dad? Daddy?" she called tentativley, and was met with three sets of eyes.

"Rachel! Why didn't you tell us Jesse was back in town?" her Dad asked joyously. Rachel shook her head, eyeing Jesse curiously. He simply smirked in return.

"Come join our conversation Rachel!" Jesse patted the seat next to him and Rachel warily sat next to him.

"What are you doing here? What's your purpose?" Rachel whisper-yelled into his ear. Jesse glanced at her, show face clearly on as he raised an eyebrow at her, confused.

"I haven't a clue what you're talking about. Your Fathers are entertaining. They are adults who actually keep up with the modern generation of Broadway while still knowing all past classics." Jesse explained. Rachel glanced at him skeptically.

"So this has nothing to do with the fact that anyone I seriously date must get written approval by both my Fathers?" she questioned. Jesse shook his head, smiling innocently. Rachel huffed, crossing her arms and ignoring him the best she could for the rest of the conversation.

"I mean, am I being stupid?" Blaine sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't help but feel I'm being stupid." he paced slowly.

"That would be because you are." Santana nodded, picking at her nails boredly. "Kurt is so gaga lala in love with you it's sickening sometimes. I mean, you're basically an android of perfection." Dave rolled his eyes at her.

"Look, if this is about the hotel the other day, don't worry about it. Sam explained to me what was going on." Dave assured him.

"What?" Blaine asked curiously, and Santana even looked up. Dave shook his head.

"He'll tell you when he's ready. I'm just here to support him until that time comes." Dave crossed his arms over his chest. Santana snorted.

"Jesus, is he a drug addict or something?" she mocked Dave's voice, "We will make sure poor Samuel gets through this troubling time period of his life with rehabilitation and support." Dave glared at her, but Blaine shook his head.

"We're getting off topic!" he snapped. Dave turned his attention back to Blaine's crisis.

"I told you that there is nothing to worry about with the hotel." Dave sounded exasperated.

"It's not just that...he's just detatched recently..." Blaine sighed, "Maybe I'm just being stupid."

"Okay, if you say you're just being stupid one more time, I'll have to write it on your forehead." Santana snapped, standing up from where she was lounging across her living room couch. "Listen, he's probably just worried about the prom thing. He's always wanted his dream prom, but now it's all going down the toliet." Blaine blinked.

"Of course!" he nearly hit himself in the head, "That has to be it! We've slacked in our efforts, and just the other day he was worried about not getting the rest of the signatures!" Blaine bolted out the door, probably in a renewed effort to get signatures. Santana rounded on Dave.

"Now, about prom...we still have a lot of King and Queen campaigning to do." Santana smirked viscously and Dave groaned.