Quinn Fabray hadn't spoken to Artie Abrams in three weeks. Since "the argument". That's all she was referring to it as, though she didn't bring it up much, if at all. They had exchanged heated words, hurt each other's feelings, and then rolled their separate ways. And all after an amazing day that had lifted Quinn's spirits higher than anyone or anything else had since she lost the use of her legs. It was truly remarkable just how easily Artie was able to make her happy. Just as rapidly as she gained his friendship though, she had lost it.
They were not friends before. They barely even acknowledged each other in the busy hallways of McKinley, let alone spoke on a semi-regular basis. He was an argyle wearing, video game playing, resident nerd of the school, while Quinn was the blonde, popular, cheerleader. They had nothing in common besides singing. Even then that was not enough to bring them together.
When that truck hit her, when her spine was compressed and she lost the feeling in her legs, that was when Artie reached out to her. That was when she saw past his wheelchair and glasses and saw someone willing to help out a girl who never even gave him the time of day.
Artie was funny. Artie was kind. Artie was interesting.
Artie believed in her.
Now he was out of her life.
It was Quinn's turn to reach out to him, and yet she never took that first step. They simply went back to their old relationship, one that did not exist. They did not speak again, not even to apologize. On occasion they locked eyes from across the choir room, but they never stared for more than one second. They were back to being strangers and one would think they did not even care.
They were both putting on a strong front. Fake, but strong.
When Quinn stood by herself, with a tiny amount of help from the microphone stand, her eyes cast out over the crowd. She saw a hundred stunned faces and a round of applause followed. Everyone was astonished, smiling, and proud, it was exactly the reaction she had been hoping for when she originally planned to walk at prom. To show everyone she cared about that the therapy was helping and she would be back on her feet without help in no time. Hazel eyes fell upon one figure, a few heads below all the rest. He wasn't clapping or smiling, merely staring up at her from behind his glasses. The lights shining on her and Santana were blinding, but Quinn had never seen him so clearly. Their eyes held for more than one second this time. They were conveying a shared, silent message.
I'm sorry.
a/n: i just wanted to write a quartie drabble since it's pretty upsetting that glee just dropped their storyline after like one episode. so yeah, reviews are always appreciated.