Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise aboooove
Can I sail through the changing ocean tiiides
Can I handle the seasons of my liiife

Artie was really, REALLY into the song, when he heard someone clear their throat behind him.

He stopped abruptly.

Quinn. It had to be.

This. Was. Not. Happening.

He turned around, willing stealth mode to come on so he could just disappear, and found that his suspicions were confirmed.

Of course it was happening.

His face flushed, and he thought his cheeks might burn off, they were so hot.

"Um...hi."

It was all he could manage.

"Do you want me to close the door, walk away, and come back in so you can pretend this didn't happen?"

She was grinning from ear to ear. Part of her felt bad, because he looked so, so embarrassed, but part of her was just delighted at the fact that she'd just walked in on her boyfriend singing the Dixie Chicks at the top of his lungs. It was just too priceless. And adorable. She just wanted to smother him with kisses.

This was almost as priceless as the time she walked in on him belting out "Believe," by Cher. He had such an amazing voice...it didn't matter to her what songs he chose to sing, because everything was just perfect in her eyes.

"Yes, that would be great. I'll just be over there," he muttered, wheeling himself over to the opposite side of the room.

She closed the door, stepped back, waited a couple of minutes, and then knocked. When he told her to come in, she walked through the door.

"Hi Artie...how are you?"

His face was still red, but he'd managed to compose himself.

"Oh, Quinn! I wasn't expecting you! Please, come in and make yourself at home!"

Ok, so maybe he hadn't composed himself 100%...if he had, then he wouldn't just have sounded like a total moron. Was that even his voice? Did he just tell her to make herself at home, in his bedroom? What? Why did he sound so eager and upbeat?

At that moment, he wanted to crawl in a hole and hide for a long, long time.

"Do you want me to leave so we can try this a third time?"

Clearly she was sensing his discomfort with everything that had happened. She was so sweet. He couldn't send her out again. That would just have been ridiculous.

"No, I think we're good. This clearly isn't going to get any less awkward."

The whole situation amused Quinn a little too much, and she burst out laughing.

"Artie, are you embarrassed at the fact that I just walked in and saw you singing the Dixie Chicks? It was actually quite good...you should perform that for Glee Club one of these days."

"I would rather be locked in one of the detention bays on the Death Star," he said quickly.

She just rolled her eyes.

She was definitely going to have to work on this, because she thought that song might work nicely as a duet. Maybe she could get him to play his guitar, too. Even if they just did it in the privacy of his house, she knew it was definitely something she wanted to explore further.

A/N: My flood of the Quartieverse continues. I think if we work long and hard enough, we'll be able to convert everyone.

Clearly I don't own Glee, Landslide, by the Dixie Chicks, Believe, by Cher, or Star Wars.