The entire story is told in the POV of Tina… Enjoy! After Wheels, after Tina told Artie

"I just don't want to push away people anymore." I said.

Artie's expression was blank. "What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath. "Did you notice I'm not stuttering right now?"

Artie gasped. "You've been--?"

I nodded.

Artie closed his eyes. "You know Tina, I thought we had something special. But you deceived me. You deceived us." Then he opened his eyes, and shot me an unreadable glance.

"Goodbye." He said, and my heart shattered to the floor. He wheeled towards the doors.

"Wait!" I cried. "Artie, I'm sorry!"

He stopped, then wheeled around to face me. "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry that now you get to be normal and I get to stay in this wheelchair for life. And that's not something I can fake." With one more glance, he wheeled around and went out the doors.

The only person that had held my heart has left it on the floor, shattered and alone.

I sat there alone in the hallway, in the wheelchair that led me to telling Artie about my fake stutter.

"Attention all Glee club students." Mr. Schue's voice came over the intercom. "Please meet in the auditorium for rehearsals."

I didn't budge. Instead, I just wheeled over to the lockers and sat there, my hands over my face. Lone tears fell down my face.

"Hey?" A soft, calm voice said. "Are you okay?"

I didn't look up.

"It's me, Miss Pillsbury." She said again softly. "Tina, would you like to come into my office for a minute?"

I didn't respond.

"Is it okay if I push you to my office?" She asked again.

"Go ahead." I responded, my voice cracking.

As she pushed me to her office, dozens of faces past through my mind. Mom. Dad. Mercedes. Kurt. Mr. Schue. Miss Pillsbury. Artie. I cringed.

We stopped at the office. Miss Pillsbury wheeled me over in front of her desk. Then she went to the other side and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Will?" Her voice sounded calming.

"Emma!" The voice yelled, which I instantly recognized as Mr. Schuester. "Did you find Tina yet? I sent Mercedes, Rachel and Quinn all over!"

"Relax." She said, still calm. "Tina's…with me right now. I think she needs to skip rehearsal."

"Is she okay?" Mr. Schuester whispered.

"She is. She's just going through a… crisis right now. She'll skip for now, okay?"

Miss P. dropped her voice down. "Bye." Then she turned and faced me. "So, Tina, why did I find you crying in the hallway?"

I took a deep breath and told her everything.