A/N: I started this a while ago, but I decided to continue now that it's summer and I need a vacation. :p

Anyway, I just realized that I got the most reviews ever for No Regrets so that makes me really happy. You guys are the best. :D Thanks for reading and please review this one as well.

"So we didn't exactly win Regionals..." Mr. Schue grumbled as he started in on one of his infamous meetings. New Directions was still hurting from our loss and we couldn't wait for our well deserved summer vacation. "But I think we can do better next year! So we're going to have practice every single day this summer."

Our smiles faded a little and there were disappointed mutters throughout the room. "Come on you guys! I really think we've got a shot at Regionals next year, but we need to practice. You can bet that Vocal Adrenaline is already hard at work."

"Um, Mr. Schue?" Artie put his hand up timidly. "That's gonna be a problem."

"Don't worry. I'm sure your dad would be more than willing to drive you."

Artie flinched a bit, no doubt remembering the last time this issue had come up. "It's not that. I'm not gonna be here. I'm going to camp," he said with a weird hint of pride. I would have shot him a questioning glance, but he was too happy with himself to notice anyone.

"Well, I guess we'll work something out." Mr. Schue said, perplexed. I didn't have to look around to know I wasn't the only one.

"Camp?" I skipped a few steps to catch up with my boyfriend.

He turned to me, that nostalgic smile return to his face. "Sure, Tee. I used to go there as a kid. I just got the call saying they want me to be a junior counselor. It'll be great. You could come for the weekend. They're really chilled."

"But Artie..." I gave him a look, figuring he'd avoid a camp job at all costs, for obvious reasons.

"Trust me, Tee. This isn't like other camps - it's actually fun. Say you'll come?"

He gave me that puppy dog look he was so good at and it was almost impossible to say no.

Artie had neglected to tell me that his camp was in Pennsylvania, almost 5 hours away by train. I followed his instructions exactly and got off the train in a little river-side town. The deserted, crumbling Amtrak building kind of creeped me out. This couldn't be right. I sent a quick text to Artie to double check. He replied immediately, yes, it was right, look for the big camp van. I looked around and took note of the drunk bum crossing the street, the little old lady walking the other way. This corner of town was empty, especially in the middle of the afternoon.

I was about to sit down and give up when a huge white handicapable van came crashing around the corner. In big cheerful letters on the side was written Woodlands Foundation. The driver skidded to a stop next to me and gave a little honk. He smiled at me as the door slid open and I boarded the bus. "You must be Artie's friend." The young man wore a bold printed Ramones tee-shirt and had cute, gelled-up blond hair. He studied me as I took a seat near the front. I glanced at the safely stowed wheelchair ramp. Why had they sent this van, over any other? I shifted around in my seat, my nerves and self conscious nature getting the better of me. I wasn't embarrassed of Artie... never... but here I was, going to a camp full of people I didn't know. It was like the first day of high school all over again.

I must have shuddered, because the guy laughed into the rear view mirror. "Nervous?"

"No," I muttered, not even convincing myself.

"Trust me, don't be. You'll love Woodlands."

"Sure." I turned towards the window, taking in the beautiful scenery. We'd left the run down part of town and were now passing gorgeous wood-frame Victorian homes, surrounded by lush green fields and vast forests. If all else failed, I could excuse myself and go stare at the country. Artie would understand... or would he? I knew he got upset whenever I tried to close myself off to people, but sometimes I couldn't help it. Think about what he goes through... I sighed and leaned against the cool window. I would really try to be friendly, if only for his sake.

All too soon, we pulled past to a neat little sign with the name of the camp boldly emblazoned on it. The driveway was freshly paved and the lawns were bright green and well kept, far from the run down girl scout camps I knew from my youth. Obviously this place had money, I thought as we drove past the main building, painted dark blue with cheerful yellow trim. I looked out at the perfect green lawns and suddenly wondered where all the kids were. "They're at lunch now," my driver informed me. "I'll drive us over there."

I was too intimated to say much, so I just muttered my agreement. Honestly, I would have been glad to get out and tour the campus on foot. The large van was making me nervous.

"Really, I promise, we don't bite." He glanced at me again in the mirror, almost reading my mind. He pulled around a bunch of small wooden buildings and up to another large, airy building. He parked right in front of the open doors, like he wanted to publicly announce my arrival. I grabbed my bag and walked over to the van's steps. Before I could leave the van, the driver reached over his seat and grabbed a pair of well-worn forearm crutches. He smiled kindly at me and pushed open the door release. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him struggle to stand up as I went down the stairs. I really didn't want to stare, so I went down the stairs and stood there awkwardly. Should I try to go find Artie myself? I looked back and saw the driver descending down the stairs slowly. Why did I feel so awkward? "Probably should have mentioned that I've got cerebral palsy, huh?" He grunted as he finally landed on solid ground, but otherwise he smiled.

I shook my head. "You know, I didn't even realize Artie was in a wheelchair when I met him." I chuckled at the memory of the boy who had somehow just appeared sitting across from me at lunch one day in middle school.

He raised one hand slightly into a power fist. "That takes talent. And I finally got you to say more than two words," he chuckled and smiled again. He started leading the way into the dining room. "I'm Drew, by the way."

"Tina," I finally returned the smile. "If you didn't know already."

"Your boy only talks about you like 24/ seven."

Now I actually laughed. "Sounds about right." Because that's how much I thought about him...

"He'll be over there," He nodded over to the corner of the crowded dining hall. I finally looked up and actually sighed. The cafeteria was full of kids, regular, lively kids. I didn't know what I had been expecting. Drew smiled up at me. "Welcome to the Woodlands Foundation for Arts and Music."

I made my way carefully through the cafeteria. The kids didn't even send me a second glance. There were wheelchairs spread out amongst the tables and a few of the kids had special needs, but it seemed to be completely natural here. Now I recognized one of the deaf kids from the Haverbrook Academy and we exchanged a friendly smile as I passed.

I kept my eye out for Artie and soon enough, I was rewarded with his familiar smile. I quickened my pace towards his table. I glanced around his table full of 10 year old boys. I'm sure each of them had some story, but they were all smiling and laughing, deep in some conversation. Finally, Artie looked up at me and gave me one of the widest smiles I'd seen in a long time. "I'm glad you made it," he said and it was good just to hear his voice.

"So am I," and I was completely honest.