Wow, it's been a while since I've uploaded anything here. You know, that one other little story I have. =P

Anyway, I've become such a huge Gleek that I couldn't resist writing something. Especially for my favorite character, Mr. Artie Abrams.

This guy does not get enough love around here, I swear. As much as I love Finn/Kurt/Rachel, etc and their respective relationships, I really wish Artie gets more love than he does. He's a sweetheart. 3

Anyway, I've decided to do these little drabbles/oneshots (maybe a multi-chapter one, I'm not sure yet) in honor of our favorite wheelchair-bound nerd. They'll range from angsty to humorous to fluffy to whatever. So if fluffy!Artie isn't your thing, there'll be others.

This whole idea was inspired by jackiekenney's "Say A Little Prayer" collection of drabblets centered around Quinn. Go check it out, they're incredible.

I'm not sure if I'm gonna make this a daily update kind of thing or not, but considering how this is a collection of stories that are basically 200 words long, there's gonna be a lot of updates either way.

Alright, I'm done talking, on with the first one!

Frankly, whoever came up with the idea of wanting what you can't have should be slapped.

Because Artie's come to realize that's the story of his life.

Okay, maybe not in not so many words. After all, he's got the girl of his dreams. He's surrounded by amazing friends, and he's happy.

But when it comes to his biggest dreams..

…well, being in a wheelchair and wanting to be a dancer has to be some kind of perverse will of God. It was almost like a defiance against himself.

See, Artie hadn't always wanted to be a dancer. Before the accident, there were hundreds of things he wanted to be (as it is with all kids). Fireman, astronaut, scientist. You name it.

It wasn't until after the accident where he started to notice the perfect flow of body movement to the beat of music, and something that started out as a curious interest bloomed into almost a craving. He longed to just get up and dance, move around, feel the music, as cliché as that sounded.

Of course, he came to terms with his condition. Artie knew that he could never become a dancer. He focused on other things, like guitar playing and singing. He joined Glee club, and watched as the other members rocked out to the music, without any resentment or bitterness. He's long since accepted the restrictions that fateful accident left him with.

Still…

"And on that paper, I want to write down your biggest dream. A dream that means so much, you're afraid to admit even to yourself."

Artie wrote down only one word.

Good? Bad? OOC? I need input, ya'll!

I just realized the ridiculously long A/N was almost as long as the story. Ah well, they're called drabbles for a reason. And don't worry, the A/Ns won't be that long after this, and there will definitely be stories longer than this one. =P