Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the amazing Artie and Tina, much to my dismay.
Author's Note: This was based off a moment in the promo where (SPOILER ALERT) Tina kisses Artie and Kurt looks through the window. This is what I imagined would happen afterwards.
So This is What a Relationship Feels Like
"Tina."
I finally moved away from his face and I was kind of disappointed. We were just kissing in the choir room because that was the first place we could find, and we had glee practice in twenty minutes anyways. We'd been sneaking around for a couple days now and decided that we wanted to keep our relationship private for a while, because we were still trying to work things out. The pressures of having everyone know were too much.
"What?"
"I'm pretty sure Kurt just saw us."
I froze. When you want to keep a secret, Kurt seeing you is never good. Asking Kurt to keep something between you and him is like asking Puck to give up sex. This is bad. Really. Bad.
"Artie," I huffed. "We're gonna die."
He laughed. "It's okay, Tee. Just push me really fast down the hallway and we can probably catch up with him before he tells anyone."
Knowing Kurt, he's probably already texted this to the entire club.
"But Artie," I whined again. "This is Kurt we're dealing with here. People will know within seconds."
He thought about it for a minute. "Well, it's worth a try. Doesn't hurt."
I smiled. "Okay. Let's go."
I pushed his chair so fast I think he almost flew out of it at one point. We were just in time to catch Kurt in the act at the end of the hall in a corner. Both of us breathless, we confronted him with scowls.
"Kurt." I snatched his cell phone out of his hand and held it behind my back.
"What?" he asked, trying to sound innocent.
Artie looked up from his prominent gaze on the floor. "Kurt, seriously. We're not stupid, and we saw you texting. You were spying on us and we know it. Like...please, don't tell. We're not ready for people to know yet," he pleaded.
He smirked. I hate it when he does that.
"Kurt, seriously." I'm worried now. "It's not your secret to tell."
"Sorry honey, damage already done. Just...pick a room without a window next time." With that, he did his signature three finger wave and left us to freak out alone.
"Artie..."
"Sh. It's going to be okay."
"No it's not," I snapped. "Things are finally going okay with us, and then we have Kurt go ahead and ruin it. I mean, I know he's a good friend of mine, but the guy needs to learn when to back off and mind his own life!"
He looked down. "You're right, Tina. Of course you're right. But seriously, are we going to let those moron friends we have get in between us? No. I would hope not." He smiled at me.
"Fine," I sighed. "But I don't want to go to rehearsal today. Maybe it's best we don't see them fresh after the rumors break. Let's ditch."
"And miss glee? I don't want to. It's like...the best part of my week."
Then I smirked. "Well, why don't we take Kurt's advice? We can pick a place without a window."
Artie gets this devilish grin on his face, and we end up spending the rest of the hour making out in a closet. Which I have to admit, is even more fun than glee club. And it takes a lot to beat that.
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The rest of the week was okay. Glee club is the only occasion in which all twelve of us are all together at the same time, so all we got for a while was winks and smiles from various members.
So when the time finally came for glee, we weren't expecting the parade we got. They all attacked us with random questions and laughed at our "lack of confidence to share our relationship." Rachel's words, not mine.
Artie thinks that maybe we should have gone after Kurt sooner, because he really doesn't like the attention. I smile and nod and tell him not to be such a hypocrite. The whole time, we cling to each other for dear life, because I am very confused that everyone cares and I'm mostly extremely nervous.
Mr. Schue walks in, surprised to see everyone crowded around the two quietest people in the club. With a baffled look on his face, he calls the club to order and announces our latest assignment.
"Alright guys, our ballad project didn't work out so well the first time around. But I'm going to pair you up again and you're going to work on a duet."
There are a few giggles and some eye rolling and a lot of groans, but Schuester ignores them and draws the first name out of the hat.
"Finn...you will be working with..." He pauses to draw the partner. "Puck."
They both seem reasonably pissed and the whole room tenses up.
"Should I..."
"No, Mr. Schue." Puck cuts him off. "We're not pussies. At least, I'm not."
Everyone gasps. "Puck, language." He gives a stern look. "Next pair: Quinn and Mercedes." They exchange a high-five.
"Kurt...and Rachel." Rachel rolls her eyes dramatically and Kurt rises to object.
"Mr. Schuester, if I may. I can't see myself working with someone so irritating and spotlight-hogging –"
He looks annoyed now. "Kurt, I don't want to hear it. Next, Brittany is with Mike. Tina, you're with..." He reaches into the hat and pulls out a name. As luck would have it today, I'm with:
"Artie."
Not that I'm not completely thrilled to have him as a partner, but I'm dreading the reaction. Mercedes tries to stifle a laugh and Kurt, being Kurt, starts winking at Artie, which I'm sure is making him very uncomfortable. Finn starts laughing and runs his hands through his hair. I exchange an awkward glance with my partner.
Mr. Schuester gives us this weird look. "That leaves Matt and Santana. Okay guys; make some time together during your spares or at home. I'll give you one rehearsal next week. But for the rest of today, we'll work on Seasons of Love, which we started last week. Puck and Tina, take it away."
The more reviews, the sooner I update! This is my first multi-chapter fic, so constructive criticism is appreciated. This will feature all the pairs, but it's mostly Artie/Tina.
More adorableness to come from these two! Brittany/Mike fluff, Puck/Finn tension, Kurt/Rachel drama, and Quinn/Mercedes friendship are also in the making! And I have perfect songs picked out for all of them...stay tuned.
Okay, I'll shut up now. Bye!
