A/N: This mini story will be comprised of three chapters.

It is a New Years story based on "Tidal Wave," "Rainbow Veins," and "Sunburn" by Owl City.

Each will take place in a different chapter.

They are all in the same timeline.

The three couples will be,

"Quinn & Artie"

"Finn & Kurt"

"Rachel & Puck"

And will take place in that order :]

Enjoy! And Happy New Year!

I forget the last time I felt brave, I just recall insecurity

Cause it came down like a tidal wave, and sorrow swept over me

Then I was given grace and love, I was blind but now I can see

Cause I found a new hope from above, and courage swept over me

It hurts just to wake up, whenever you're wearing thin

Alone on the outside, so tired of looking in

The end is uncertain and I've never been so afraid

But I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope

And that makes me feel brave

It was a miserable night, rain was completely covering the streets, and there was a depressing fog laying gently on top of the sleeping town of Lima, Ohio. Typically, this weather wouldn't strike a chord with anyone in the small town, except it was New Years Eve, and it seemed that the rain had dampened everyone's spirits.

Including one Artie Abrams.

This year was his sophomore year in high school, and for the wheel chair bound teen that was more of a curse than a blessing. He had finally found a place to fit in, even if he wasn't the coolest, or best looking guy in the club. He had friends, or he thought he did. He had begun to re-evaluate every friendship he had after his best friend, Tina-Cohen Chang, admitted to lying to him for the past three years. He came to the conclusion that every one in the club had something to hide.

It was the first New Years party hosted jointly by Kurt Hummel, and Mercedes Jones. Mercedes was left at home alone while her parents travelled to Las Vegas to ring in 2010. Naturally, when Kurt had got wind of this he insisted that they throw a party for glee. It wouldn't be very big, just the glee members and their dates, which mostly were already in glee. Even the football players and Cheerios would be attending, as they really did love their glee friends more than anyone else.

Artie would be attending, dateless as always. A wheelchair wasn't exactly a chick magnet, afterall, and he had gotten so use to being alone anyway. He asked Kurt to pick him up, so that he wouldn't be burdening his parents, and keeping them from having fun. They were due to go see his very pregnant sister in Toledo, and they wouldn't be home until the following morning.

Sure enough, Kurt showed up in his SUV, wearing a bright blue shirt, which he stated brought out the color of his eyes. Artie just nodded, pretending to care about fashion. It was a quiet ride to the Jones' home. When they finally arrived, Kurt helped Artie out with a smile, and pushed him up to the front door.

Across town, a blond headed, former cheerleader named Quinn Fabray was wrestling with the idea of going to Mercedes' party. It would be the first time she, Puck, and Finn would be together outside of school since the baby drama went down.

She lightly rubbed her swollen belly, and permitted herself to cry exactly five tears, before she straightened up and looked at herself in Ms. Pillsbury's spotless mirror. She looked at herself, sick of being scared to hold her head up in front everyone. Having a baby wasn't the end of the world, and in a few months she'd be back to just being Quinn, not 'the pregnant girl,' and that thought is all that kept her going most days.

She slipped on her favorite yellow baby doll dress, and sucked in a huge breath, trying to swallow all of her fears and push them to the back of her mind. Her keys were easy to locate, always on the hook right next her guidance counselor's door. She sighed as she grabbed them, and pushed her way out into the chilly rain, covering her blond head with her hands.

She almost fell on her way to the car, as her pink rain boots were fairly slick. She climbed into the warmth of her small car, and breathed in the familiar cinnamon smell. During the first two months of her pregnancy, that smell had caused copious amounts of vomiting, but now she was able to bear it. The engine sparked to life, and she carefully backed out the concrete drive, and looked down at the scribbled directions on her pink sticky notes.

She hummed along to a familiar tune as she drove across town, wondering what would happen tonight. She decided she was grateful that the decade was over, and all the crap that occurred would be left with it. She pulled into the already crowded drive, and spotted Finn's car, as well as Kurt's, and Puck's truck. She sucked a deep breath in, trying not to panic. She looked quickly into the mirror, and fixed her hair, and stepped out.

She ignored the squeaking of her boots as she approached the front door. She knocked, and the door opened to reveal her wheelchair bound friend. She offered him a small smile, and he rolled out of the path, welcoming her in the doors.

Kurt was drinking already, as usual, and she couldn't see Finn anywhere.

"He's out back, grilling with Tina." A soft voice to her right spoke. She looked down to Artie, who was looking knowingly at her.

"Oh, it doesn't really matter, does it?" She said sadly, shaking her head. No more tears, Artie didn't deserve that.

"No, I suppose it doesn't." He responded calmly, placing a hand on her arm, as a sign of warmth, and she appreciated it.

Two hours and forty five minutes later Quinn found herself sitting on Mercedes' couch, watching the party goers mingle. Finn wouldn't look at her, and Puck seemed to be busy somewhere else. They were all mainly avoiding each other. It was better than fighting, on all fronts. She'd seen Finn leave with a very tipsy Kurt, and sighed again.

Artie was sitting in the doorway to kitchen, staring at the beautiful girl frowning to herself on the couch. He felt something for Quinn, although he couldn't really place that emotion. She was looking off towards the front door, looking torn from leaving or remaining seated. She was humming some Sinatra song to herself, and smiled to himself.

"Ten minutes to midnight!" He heard Tina yell through the house, the presence of alcohol quite obvious among her person.

He sighed and rolled himself over to the only other person who wasn't having a good time at the party, determined to make her feel better.

"Hey." He said simply, and her head snapped towards him.

"Hey, Artie." She said softly, smiling slightly.

He noticed her hand placed on her midriff, rubbing gently.

"Not drinking?" She asked, looking around at all their other non-sober friends.

"Nah, it interferes with the meds I have to take for my.." and he motioned towards his limp legs. She nodded, but not in a pitying way like most others. She just understood.

"Yeah, it's not good for babies either. Or so I hear." She smiled, looking over at the boy sitting next to her.

"Yeah. Sucks about all the drama with Finn. I heard you're staying with Ms. P." He said, and for some reason when he said Finn's name it didn't cause her to flinch. He numbed her pain anytime he was around.

"Oh, well it was my fault. But, it'll be a New Year, and I hope to let go all of it all." She said, looking at the bright ball that illuminated the TV screen as it descended.

"Five minutes!" Someone else called.

"I don't really put much store in New Years. It just reminds me that it's another year I will be stuck in this chair." He said matter of factly, trying to not look depressed.

"I dunno. You're still Artie, whether you can walk or not. I wouldn't change you for the world." She said, placing a hand on his, loving the warmth he emitted.

"Thanks, Quinn. Same with you. Pregnant or not." He smiled over to her, squeezing her hand and trying to quash the butterflies that had gathered in his stomach.

"That means a lot to me, Artie." She spoke softly, not moving her hand from his.

"Ten..."

"Quinn?" He asked.

"Nine..."

"Hmm, Artie?" She responded.

"Eight..."

"You're very beautiful." He said quickly.

"Seven..."

"Thanks." She blushed, rubbing her stomach self consciously.

"Six..."

"I don't care if you're pregnant." He said firmly.

"Five..."

"Really?"

"Four..."

"Yep."

"Three..."

"Quinn?" He said gently, trying to gain confidence.

"Two..."

"Yeah, Artie?" She asked nervously.

"One..."

Without warning, he leaned over and placed his lips on hers, and he felt her smile into his lips. He grinned too, and when she pulled away she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Happy New Year, Quinn." He said, heart swelling with hope.

"Very much so, Artie." She said, feeling infinitely more brave.