Chapter 7: All for you

Santana's POV

"San I…" She trails off.

"Britt, look me at me." I tell her. She looks at me with those pretty blue eyes. "What does your heart tell you?" I asked.

"It's telling me to say yes." She says.

"Then what's the problem?" I play with box in hand.

"I don't want anybody to hurt you." She holds my face.

"Britt, I'll be okay." I nuzzle my nose with hers.

"Yes. I'll marry you." She cries.

"Yes!" I smile putting the ring on her finger.

"It's so pretty San." She bounces in my lap admiring the ring. Oh boy I'm getting hard. She stops and looks at me.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Someone happy to see me?" She raises a brow.

"Yep." I peck her neck, I lean back onto the couch relaxing.

"So, when do you have therapy?" She asks getting off of my lap.

"In like two days." I grab the remote turning on the TV.

"You're going." She says sternly.

"The hell I am. I don't wanna." I groan crossing my arms.

"You're so stubborn." She hits my arm.

"Ow!" I rub my arm. "What was that for?" I asked her.

"San, if you want to walk again, you have to go." She says going into the kitchen.

"Britt, those doctors can kiss me Hispanic ass." I chuckle.

"Baby, please go." She walks back into the living with some fruit.

"I'll think about it Britt." I say.

"Good enough." She pops a grape into her mouth. I reach over and try to grab a grape. She smacks my hand.

"Why are you abusing me?" I rub my hand.

"You're being a bad girl." She continues to eat the grapes. She needs to quit being so damn stingy with those grapes.

"Stop being mean Britt. I want some grape too." I reach over and try to grab some.

"Nope." She giggles pulling the bowl away.

"Babe!" I laugh reaching over towards the bowl.

"Fine I guess you can have some." She feeds me a grape.

"Hmm good." I chew happily.

"You're so silly." She giggles as we watch TV until we fall asleep.

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Artie's POV

I see Brittany pushing Santana into school, to be honest I feel sorry for Santana about what has happened to her. I know someone set her up, I don't think Santana did the drugs because she would never risk her relationship with Brittany. I hope she finds out who did it. I roll up to them, and I speak.

"Hey guys." I greet.

"Hey Artie." The both say.

"How are you feeling San?" I asked her.

"Okay, I'm still hurt though." She winces in pain.

"Sorry. I know it's hard." I say honestly.

"It is, but I'll get through it." She sighs sadly.

"Hey if you need anything let me know." I smile at her.

"Thanks Artie. That's very kind of you." She smiles at me holding her fist up.

"Sure thing San." I fist bump her.

"Maybe you guys could hang out." Brittany says cheerfully.

"That'd be cool." Santana nods at Brittany.

"Sounds good." I nod along.

"So after school?" Santana asks.

"Sure, that's sounds awesome." I dap Santana up.

"Cool. See ya Artie." I winks at me as Brittany rolls her away. I roll to my next class with a smile on my face.

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Brittany's POV

I'm in the gym getting ready for cheer practice. I feel bad for Santana right now, she going through a lot. I know her mom can't do that much because she's already doing wifey things. She has to take care of her other kids and her husband. She also works double shifts sometimes because she has to help her father pay for his bills. I'm knocked out of my thoughts when I feel someone tap me on the shoulder and I turn to see that it's Chelsea. Chelsea is the main reason why Santana got into jail. She left Santana on her own when the police came and got her. The nerve of this girl coming up to me, I should kick her ass to what she did to Santana, but I know Santana would be mad if she found that I used violence against someone.

"What do you want?" I asked opening my locker.

"How is she?" She asked leaning against the lockers.

"Why do you even care?" I say harshly. All I could do is think about Santana.

"Because I'll always care about her Brittany." She says.

"That's bullshit. I don't believe you." I turn to look at her.

"Like she'll believe you? Come on Britt, you basically left her as soon as she got arrested." She chuckles darkly.

"I never did that to her, things were hard when I found out about what happened to Santana." I say angrily.

"I see that engagement ring on your finger." She nods her head towards the ring Santana gave me last night.

"Why are you worried about it?" I asked playing with my ring.

"You said yes to Santana." She laughs hard. "How does Sam feel about that?" She asks me.

"He doesn't know. I'm going to tell him today." I say.

"Good luck." She snorts.

"Fuck you. You're mad because Santana hates you." I spit out harshly. Chelsea is really starting to piss me the fuck off. How dare she? She's so annoying and it's getting on my last nerve.

"She was my friend Brittany." Chelsea says.

"I don't care who she was to you. You left her alone when the cops came. Friends don't do that to each other." I slam my locker shut.

"Neither do lovers. What about you and Sam, and due to the fact that you had Santana's son too Brittany. Lovers don't do that to each other. You know that." She fires back at me.

"I love Santana, even when I'm with Sam I love her. I made a mistake, we all make them, but the difference between you and I is that Santana will forgive treasure before trash. Have a good day Chelsea." I walk away leaving Chelsea alone in the locker room.

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Santana's POV

I'm sitting in glee talking to Kurt about what happened last night. He's so happy for me and I'm very grateful to have a friend like him. Kurt has been there for me for a long time and I love him like a brother. Yesterday I got a call from my aunt and she told me some news.

"So Kurt I have to tell you something." I say smiling.

"What is it?" He chirps.

"You know my aunt Juanita?" I asked him.

"Yeah, she's like the coolest aunt ever." She laughs.

"Well she's flying me to LA this weekend and she wants us to meet this fashion designer." I smirk.

"Who is it?" He bounces in his seat.

"Michael Kors." I say.

"Ahhhhhhh!" He screams causing the gleeks to look at us.

"It's an early birthday present." I shrug.

"Oh thank you Santana." He hops in my lap and kisses my cheek over and over.

"Kurt, that's enough." I laugh.

"I'm so excited." He gets off it lap and goes back to his seat.

"Excited for what?" Brittany asks as she walks in.

"My aunt is flying Kurt and I to LA this weekend." I tell my fiancé.

"What about me?" She pouts.

"I told her already Britt." I say. Brittany kisses my cheek and I blush. I usually don't.

"What about Clyde San?" She looks at me.

"Britt he's coming too. I'm not leaving my son. My mom is coming also. I told her to bring some extra tickets just in case." I smile.

"Good. I can't wait to do it with you." She whispers in my ear. I instantly get hard.

"Britt. You can't just say shit like that." I groan because of my hard on.

"I think I can. Sanny jr. says otherwise." She points to my hard on.

"Whatever." I grumble.

"Aww Santana." She pinches my cheeks.

"Britt!" I smack her hands away from my face.

"So, Santana when are you two getting married?" Mercedes asks.

"What?!" Sam yells as he walks in. Fuck man.

End of this chapter. Sam and Brittany will have huge problems next chapter. Artie and Santana will have a heart to heart. Chelsea will also talk to Santana next chapter. Which story next? Sweet Lady Kisses.