"And then snap your fingers."
Quinn just stared at Artie. They were working on a little number for Glee Club, and apparently Artie had decided that they should be snapping their fingers at certain parts.
"I don't think we should be snapping our fingers...it doesn't fit."
He looked at her, slightly confused.
"What are you talking about? It fits perfectly."
She decided that she had better tell him, before he came to some sort of conclusion that was way off base.
"Artie...I can't snap my fingers."
She couldn't snap her fingers? What? Everyone he knew over the age of five could do that. He almost wanted to laugh, but she looked slightly embarrassed, and he thought that would only make it worse.
"O...k." he said, in a low, drawn out sort of way. What was he supposed to do with this?
"You mean...you can't snap your fingers at all?"
She gave an exasperated sigh and held her hand in front of his face. She was making the motions, but there was no sound.
He couldn't understand. It looked right, but nothing was happening.
He looked at his own fingers, and snapped them. Sure enough, the sound echoed throughout the little room.
He felt her hand lightly smack the side of his head, followed by "thanks for rubbing that in."
At that moment, he knew he had to teach her. It was snapping fingers, not rocket science, right? Surely he could give her some pointers that would make her fingers produce a sound?
"Ok...do this" *he pressed the tips of his thumb and middle finger together tightly*, "and then do this." *he pressed them together harder, slid his thumb up, and his middle finger down.* A loud SNAP echoed through the room.
She tried.
Nothing.
"I've tried. It just doesn't work. I'm snapping disabled."
As soon as she muttered the words, she instantly regretted it. Looking at Artie, she was relieved to see him smiling.
"Hey...we're all disabled in some way, right? Yours just happens to be that you can't snap. I'm sure you're not alone..."
She laughed. Leave it to Artie to see the light in everything.
After trying a few more times, she gave up.
"I'm just going to stop now. This is pathetic."
Artie glanced at her, stifling a grin, before adding, "Maybe your skin just too soft. I think mine is so loud because of my ridiculous guitar calluses."
She waited a moment.
"Do you want me to show you how soft my skin is?"
The look on Artie's face was priceless. He looked slightly scandalized, intrigued, happy, and surprised all at the same time.
"I...ok." he whispered.
She closed and locked the door, sat down on his lap, placed her hands on either side of his face, and pressed her lips smoothly onto his.
When she sat back, she looked satisfied, and he looked like a kid in the candy store.
"You're right. Let's forget the snapping. This is way better."
A/N: I know...totally didn't warrant being its own story, but I felt compelled for reasons that are unknown at this time.
Do you have any idea how long I sat here, snapping my fingers trying to figure out how to describe it? IT'S HARD.
I kind of feel like I'm flooding the Quartie market...if anyone has a problem with that, let me know, and I'll slow it down a bit!
Or, the better solution...
EVERYONE WRITE QUARTIE STORIES AND POST THEM!