Save the Last Dance For Me
{Artie/Tina - Post Dream On}
Note: Hi guys! This is just a short dialogue I thought of with Artie and Tina. Inspired by Save the Last Dance For Me by Michael Buble.
I do not own Glee or Michael Buble. Trust me, if I did, I'd be the happiest person in this world. xD Sorry if the song part is a little cheesy. I'm not a fan of reading people singing, because I think it's kind of awkward, but the song was so cute and it worked so well... *sigh*
Enjoy! Please tell me what you think. More oneshots to come, possibly.
"Artie!" Tina called after the boy as he made his way through the crowded halls. "Artie, can we talk?"
Artie stopped and turned, looking up at Tina from his wheelchair. He nodded, offering her a smile. Tina grinned in reply, taking the handles of his wheelchair and leading him into the glee room. No one was there yet.
"Listen, Artie..." Tina started, taking a seat in the chair placed in front of Artie. "Your dream isn't stupid."
"Yeah it is, Tina. Just forget about it. I've taken pride in the fact that not all dreams come true." Artie said, nodding reassuringly.
"You make Walt Disney sound like a heartless Nazi." Tina murmured, and chimed in when Artie started laughing. "Seriously, Artie. You made me realize something."
"What do you mean?" Artie raised an eyebrow at her.
"I had a dream, too. I remember when I was little, I wanted to be the president." she admitted, looking down at her fiddling fingers, then back into Artie's deep brown eyes. He was smiling at her, which caused her to smile as well. It was contagious. "For the longest time, I wanted to be president. It's so cool, the White House, the publicity, the attention... The power. I mean, it sounded amazing to me. But... Now that I think about it, there's no way I can ever be president of the United States."
"Don't- Don't say that, Tina." Artie shook his head.
"No! It's true." Tina laughed, placing her hand on Artie's knee. "For starters, I was born in Canada."
"Really?" Artie smiled, and Tina nodded.
"You remember why I faked my stutter, right?" she asked Artie, who nodded once. "Do you KNOW how many speeches a president has to make? Not to mention I'm a girl, and I really have no interest in politics..." she stated, looking away from Artie and then back at him.
"Okay, I see what you mean." Artie hve in.
"I'm not saying your dream is impossible, Artie. It's just... Going to take a little more effort than everyoe else's. But /mine/? My dream is impossible." Tina giggled, taking Artie's hand. "Don't give up on your dream. But promise me one thing, for sure?" she asked him.
"Uh, yeah. What is it?" Artie asked, his voice low.
"Save your last dance for me." Tina told him, and a saxophone started to play softly, along with a gentle hyhatt and piano.
"Oh, I know that the music's fine
Like sparkling wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but when we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone" Artie sang, his smile permanent as he wheeled himself in a circle, following Tina at a slow pace. Their eyes were locked on eachother.
"But don't forget whose taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So, darling, save the last dance for me" Tina sang after him, taking a seat once more. Artie rolled himself next to her.
"Darling, save the last dance for me." The two ended together, harmonized perfectly, Artie ending on an F, and Tina ending on an A. Artie laughed softly, and Tina held up her pinky.
"Promise?" she questioned, her face serious until she broke into a giggle. Artie laughed as well and nodded, wrapping his pinky around Tina's.