Santana frowned, letting out an irritated sigh. Stupid Wheels, being in the way. She wanted to be mad, so much, but she couldn't be. Brittany was right; she was with Artie. She couldn't expect Brittany to automatically dump Artie because she'd chosen now not to be a flake. "You have to choose who you want to be with, B," she said softly.
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