Chapter 14

Brittany passed her mother as she headed up stairs to her room. She was glad that the twins were occupied because she wasn't in the mood to deal with their lively personalities. Like wise, she didn't want to interact with her parents either. She just wanted to get to her room and cry. Yes, because of her crazy hormones, but also because of what happened between her and Santana.

The taller girl could not believe that her girlfriend would dismiss her thoughts and feelings like that. Sure Santana probably didn't mean to she could have at least been a little more careful. AND she called her nuts, meaning stupid. After Artie called her that, she thought Santana would never use those words towards her. It made Brittany feel even worse because Santana knew how she felt but she chose to ignore her and continue talking to Hannah. Urgh, Hannah. Saying the name left a bad taste in her mouth.

Once the blue eyed girl reached the safe comfort of her room, she let her unshed tears fall down her face. She felt like Hannah was trying to take the Latina away from her and it wasn't the best feeling in the world.

The blonde stumbled over to her bed and flopped down on it, face first into her pillow.

Brittany remained there for several minutes before she felt the urge to call her girlfriend However, those cards were off the table so she settled for the next best think.

She pulled out her phone, and tapped on the screen of her new Iphone 5.

To Quinn: Q, are you busy? I really need you.

Quinn replied almost instantly.

From Quinn: I'm with Sam at the moment but what's up? x

Brittany felt guilty for interrupting whatever Quinn was doing with Sam, but she needed her best friend.

She felt her phone buzz again.

From Quinn: You know what Britt? I'm on my way. I will bring some more peanut butter and bread sticks, then we can watch a movie xx

Brittany smiled. Her best friend was so kind and caring.

To Quinn: Thanks Q xx

20 minutes later, Brittany heard a soft knock on the door, followed by the sound of a comforting and familiar voice.

"Hey Britt."

Brittany rolled over on her bed so that she could face Quinn. "Hey" She sniffed.

Quinn set down her bag of treats of the taller girls bedside table and sat herself beside her on the bed. "What's the matter B?"

As soon as Quinn asked the question, Brittany burst into tears again. The mere thought of what just happened sent her over the edge. She felt like this Hannah girl was taking the love of her life away from her.

The crying blonde felt arms wrap around her. "I-" Brittany paused to catch her breath. "I'm sorry for crying so much. You probably think I'm being stupid."

"No Brittany don't apologise. I'm sure whatever is upsetting you isn't your fault." Quinn cooed.

Brittany closed her eyes tightly and took a explaining impose herself, before she told Quinn what happened. "It's Santana. I told her how I feel about Hannah. I told her that Hannah clearly has a crush on her. In fact, I told her everything, but she didn't believe me. She wouldn't change how things were between her and Hannah." She stopped to take a deep breath before continuing "I mean... Is Santana blind? It doesn't take a genius to see the way she acts around Santana. It makes me so mad at her. Hannah knows that Santana and I are expecting a beautiful baby boy, but she is still going after my girlfriend.

Quinn tried to soothe her best friend by rubbing small circles across her back.

"Am I going crazy?" Brittany looked towards Quinn. "I'm not going crazy right?"

"No Britt, you are not going crazy. I see it too."

Brittany continued. "She is my girlfriend and I know I should accept her decision and trust her but I know that girl is bad news and I can't lose San to her. I love her way too much to let that happen. Lately... I don't feel like San loves me anymore." She stared at the ground, tears threatening to spill again.

"She it bad news. I saw her eyeing up Santana since she walked into glee club. Hannah makes it so obvious, she is like begging it off of Santana. I don't know why she can't see it. Hannah might as well be lying down naked in front of Santana." She paused, looking at Brittany's dishevelled. The other blonde was a mess. "San does love you. She loves you with everything she has. Don't you ever doubt that." She smiled.

When Brittany stayed quit, Quinn glanced around the room before she continued. "Anyways, we will discuss this later. Is it okay if I let Puck know?"

Brittany nods.

"I know it won't make thinks better, but I brought of bread sticks and peanut butter. I thought it might help." Quinn said, getting up to switch the T.V on.

The taller girl grabbed the grocery bag eagerly. "Thanks Quinn."

Even though things with Santana weren't completely sorted, Brittany felt like she could relax because she had Quinn to help her out.

"Loves ya!" Brittany called out to lighten the depressing mood.

"You too Britt."

It was strange to be walking down the halls of Mckinley High without Brittany. Everything felt different to Santana when her girlfriend wasn't there with her.

Of course all Santana had to do was call the blonde and apologize for dismissing her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it all night.

After she arrived home that night, he fell on her bed face first then punched in frustration until she felt a little better. When she was done being aggressive, Santana just laid there wondering how Brittany could think Hannah had a thing for her. Okay, so Hannah was a flirt... So frickin' what?! The Latina used to do it all the time and it didn't mean a thing to anybody.

Putting what happened yesterday aside Santana didn't really know where she stood with Brittany. It sounds stupid but her girlfriend left the car without saying a word. She even ignored her when she tried to help her up. The brunette didn't even get to kiss Brittany's stomach to say goodbye to little bump she called her son.

"Oh well" She sighed as she rounded the corner, heading to her first class of the day. "Guess this is just another shitty day"

Santana closed her eyes, wanting everything just to go away so that she could get the day over with.

Later on that day, at lunch, Quinn sent out a quick text to Puck.

To Puckerman: I need you to meet me... It's IMPORTANT

She needed to meet the Mohawk haired boy because he was one of the only people, besides herself and Britt, who could get through Santana's stubborn exterior. Puck needed to talk (or knock) some sense into the Latina because she could end up losing both Brittany and the Baby if she didn't see sense.

Quinn hears the melodic ring tone of her phone, indicating Puck had replied to her message.

From Puckerman: Hmmm... Important? Sounds like I'm getting laid. ;)

From Puckerman: Just kidding! I will meet you In the library. (can't believe I'm saying this) We can talk there

The blonde just rolled her eyes at Puck's sense of humour. All of his jokes seemed to be about sex or something offensive. But that's Puck for you.

Elsewhere, the glee club sat around their usual table as they talked about random stuff. Obviously Rachel had to throw in a song or two.

Artie decided that it would be a good time to bring up Santana and Brittany's little problem. "Have any of you guys noticed how strange Brittany and Santana have been acting?"

The whole table turned towards Artie. Sam, Mike and Finn just shook their heads and continued talking about their next football match. Blaine and Tina shrugged their shoulders, but stayed focused on the wheelchair bound boy, waiting for him to elaborate.

Rachel decided to shed some light on the situation. "Yes. Brittany seemed awfully quite today. She didn't even try to sheet of my test in Maths."

"I agree" Kurt said. "Santana wasn't very lively today either, she just kind of sat their in class. No mischief... No nothing."

After hearing their responses Artie pushed the subject further "Well I heard Quinn and Puck talking. Quinn told him that Brittany was worried about Santana cheating on her with that Hannah girl."

"I doubt it Artie" Mercedes chipped in. "Those two are solid, it was probably baby stress. Maybe you heard wro-"

"No! I know what I heard." Artie snapped.

Tina raised an eye brow. "Jeez Artie. Calm down. Anyone would think you were pleased that they are having some trouble." The listening members at the table nodded in agreement.

Artie saw no point in denying it. "I am. I should be with Brittany and you all know it." The rest of the glee club shook their heads as he continued. "If Brittany was with me again, she would be normal. I could help her raise her kid in a normal family. Santana is just a freak. I mean, she is a girl with dick. "

Artie's statement caught the attention of Sam, who stopped his conversation and turned to look at him. "What the hell dude?!"

Hearing this, Finn piped up. "Yeah Artie, you can't say stuff like that."

"I can say what I want. Especially if it is the truth. But don't worry, I will have Brittany back soon enough." Artie said, smirking to himself. He had a plan, he wasn't sure what it was but he had one. He just knew that it would drive Brittany in to his waiting arms.

"Fucking hell, Artie! Leave Brittany and Santana alone. Even if Santana did cheat, it is absolutely none of your business." Kurt stressed, angrily.

"No offence Artie, but we all know Britt was only with you because Santana took ages to admit her feelings... And even then, she still slept with Santana." Mercedes chipped in.

Artie stayed silent. He didn't like being reminded of the reason Brittany dated him. He always pushed himself into believing that Santana was manipulating her. He could Hear the majority of the glee club yelling at him For being stupid. He couldn't help that Brittany chose the wrong person. It wasn't his fault! But he was soon going to fix that.

Artie decided it would be a good time to answer all the hate he was getting. "Well say what you want guys. Britt will be mine by the end of the school year. And with that be rolled him self away, out of the lunch room.

When he got into the deserted hall ways, Artie pulled out his phone. It rang a few times before the phon was answered. It was just the person he needed to carry out his plan.

Phone Conversation:

Artie: Hannah, it's me. I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me if I could guarentee a gorgeous Latina at the end of it?

Hannah: Hmmm... How could I resist? Count me in.

TBC

That is it for now.

Artie and Hannah? Working together? That can't be good... At least no one like Artie now right?

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Oh yeah sorry about mistakes. Did this at night so i didn't read for any mistakes.