I know that this is a bit late because now it's the whole Joe and Quinn relationship but I wrote this right after Big Brother aired and I just didn't have time to upload before then. Anyways enjoy this little fluffy one shot.
Quinn Fabray rolled through the front door of her suburban Californian house. She casually dropped her book bag on the floor and pushed herself forward. She rolled onto the elevator and took it up to the attic. She sat waiting impatiently as it made its way up, Fleetwood Mac music playing softly. The elevator doors opened and Quinn found herself in hell. Well that's what it looked like. Papers laid everywhere, crumpled and intact. Half eaten sandwiches sat abandoned beside coffee mugs that took up every inch of table surface. Quinn shook her head smirking.
- "You know cleaning up in here may become necessary at some point." her boyfriend, Oscar nominated director for two consecutive years, Artie Abrams turned his head and smiled at Quinn. She wheeled herself forward and they kissed briefly.
- "How was school?" asked Artie, already turning back to his computer.
- "Fine." said Quinn shrugging her shoulders. "I got a letter today."
- "That's great honey. Was it from Hogwarts saying that you were never too old and that you should stop sending in request forms?" Quinn gasped faint hurt and Artie smiled his big goofy smile and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm just kidding babe."
- "But it was an important letter." Quinn said, trying to drop a hint.
- "Oh really." said Artie concentrated on his script not paying her any attention.
- "Artie Abrams!" screamed Quinn at the end of the nerve. "I am trying to tell you something here!" Artie turned slowly with raised eyes.
- "Yes dear." he replied calmly. Quinn breathed in a shaky breath.
- "I got a letter. From the doctor." Artie's head cocked to the side. "So you know how every time I come home from my physio or doctor and I say that nothing has changed?" Artie nodded. "Well... just read this." she said before handing him a crisp white envelope. Artie opened it and took out the sheet and began reading.
- "This letter is to certify that Lucy Quinn Fabray is now fully recovered from her car accident leaving her paralyzed in the year 2012. She is now able to walk a dis-" Artie trailed off looking at Quinn eyes wide and disbelieving. He then saw irregular movement lower down and looked. Quinn's right foot began to move and she placed it on the floor. Her other one followed. She grabbed the sides of the chair and hoisted herself up. She was standing.
- "Quinn." stammered Artie. "You-you can walk!" breathed Artie. Quinn smiled nervously. She leaned over and kissed Artie on the mouth. It reminded him of their first kiss; long, lingering, and perfect. She pulled back slowly. Artie reached up to brush the tears from her eyes and she returned the favour. Quinn stood to her full height and Artie could faintly see her reach for her back pocket.
- "I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do first, now that I have my legs back." choked Quinn through new tears. "My first thoughts were do a cartwheel or climb Mount Everest." Artie laughed. " But then I realized that there was only one option." Then Quinn knelt down to one knee in front of Artie. "I realized that you would not be able to do this the traditional way. But we're way past traditional. So I thought why I don't I do this for you? For both of us." A small black box appeared in her hand. "Artie Abrams. Will you marry me?"