A/N: I did a oneshot of Artie and Santana, and I liked the idea of them being a couple. So here we go, exploring a not popular couple in a multi-chap thing. Enjoy….OH! And by the way, this first chapter is set right after Duets.

Britt was crying. It was Santana's fault. She caused Brittney to run to Artie, and to have Artie break up with her.

"Hey, Britt," she said. She sniffed.

"Hi."

"Still sad about Artie?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" Santana asked, disgusted. "You're my tough girl. You've lived through thousands of break ups."

"But…but…he didn't eat spaghetti with me!"

Santana sighed. This was going to be one of those nights. "Come on, Britt. Ice-cream. Movies. I'll even make spaghetti."

Artie was editing a video. Editing was hard work. It took about three hours to shoot and edit three minutes.

"Artie?" Mr. Rauss asked. He looked up.

"Yeah?"

"Did you get the flash drive I asked for?" He held his hand out. What a douche.

"Sorry, Mr. R. I didn't."

"You better have it by tomorrow."

He sighed.

Santana needed to buy some more protein shakes. She got in her brother's van(she can't afford her own car) and started driving to that new Health Food store. She was driving down the street, scaring a few little kids on the street by jerking the car a bit, and saw a wheelchair.

"Hey, Wheels."

Artie looked up. "Oh. Hello Santana."

"Get in," she said.

"Can't. See, I'm handicapped."

She rolled her eyes and pulled the car over to the curb. She got out, and scooped up Artie from his wheelchair, and put him in the passenger seat. Then she tossed the chair in the back.

"There."

Artie looked at her from the corner from his eye. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because, I want you to get back together with Britt."

"No way!"

Santana gave him her trademark glare.

Artie shook his head. "Won't work on me, San. Besides, you can't hurt a cripple."

"Damn you."

"Anyways, why do you want me to get back together with Britt? You were the one who told me about her slut attitude."

Santana sighed. "Because even though she's a total idiot, she's still my homie. And I can't see her like this, all mopey and crap."

"I don't care. I'm not going to go out with her just to please you."

"Whatever. Where am I dropping you off?"

"Electronics store."

After she plopped him on the wheelchair in front of Better Buy, she had one last warning.

"This isn't the last time I'm going to bug you about this cripple!" she said.

Artie nodded. "I'll bet." he smiled.