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The first day that Artie was ever kissed by a girl was the first day he went back to school after the accident. He didn't have to explain to anyone when he came back where he had been for the past couple of months, the news had covered it pretty well. Lima was a small town and news like that of the car wreck had been on the front page for awhile.
The first class was excruciatingly awkward. As much as the teacher tried not to let it affect the class, kids are curious, and were asking a lot of questions about why he couldn't stand up, and why he was in the chair.
Most of them hadn't believed it, and it was only when Puck had kicked him in the shin experimentally when he was looking at someone else. When he hadn't flinched, the other kids had finally believed him about why he was in the chair.
It didn't really get too much better after that. Most of them left him alone after they couldn't figure out what to say. A huge part of being a boy at the age of 8 is being able to play sports, and when he couldn't play soccer at recess like the other kids, he was left by himself. The other kids tried to include him, but they just couldn't figure out how to include him.
He was in his third period classroom during recess, waiting for the next class to start, and getting in there early to avoid being trampled when everyone rushed in from outside. He had pulled out his favorite book, Huckleberry Finn, when Brittany walked in crying with her hair around her face.
Artie knew her from kindergarten. Everyone in Lima knew everyone else, and the classes all grew up together, so it was impossible not to know someone.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, and Brittany's head turned towards him. "You okay?" He asked awkwardly.
"No," she sobbed, "I've broken my hair elastic and my Mom doesn't like my hair being down."
Artie looked at her oddly. What did it matter if her hair was down? He shook his head, probably a girl thing. He looked at the teacher's desk and saw an elastic band. "Hey!" He pointed to the desk, "There's one right there, it probably won't be as good, but at least it won't be in your face."
Her face brightened up instantly and she bounded over to the teacher's desk. She stopped one inch away from taking it, "Do you think the teacher will mind?" She said quietly.
"Nah," Artie shook his head and smiled, "But I'll bring another one tomorrow for her."
Brittany grabbed the elastic and tied her hair up, "Thanks so much Artie! Great idea!" She bounded over to him, and gave him a hug. "You've still got the best ideas."
"Th-," he began, and stopped when Brittany leant down and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"COOTIES!" screamed Santana, pointing her finger at them both, just walking into the class.
Brittany smiled at Artie, "She still believes in cooties, strange huh? Do you think we should tell her they don't exist?" She asked seriously.
Artie started laughing.