A/N: This story takes place during Michael. It is right after Artie leaves the choir room to calm down. Obviously it takes a different turn. So it's AU as if the pairing didn't already give that away.
Another Level Not Okay
Chapter One
Artie thrust the doors of McKinley High open and rolled down the ramp. Anger coursed through his body, so intense it threatened to burst through his veins. He was so used to holding it all in. Pushing down the pain. The humiliation. The feelings of being helpless. Those other feelings he barely acknowledge to himself. He was already enough of a freak.
But there was only so much stuffing he could do before he exploded. And Artie had finally reached his limit.
Mr. Schue didn't understand. None of them did.
He was tired of being pushed around. Tired of being told it gets better. Tired of everyone walking all over them. All over him.
The Warblers had gone too far this time. He wanted to hurt them. He wanted to make them feel his pain.
He wanted Sebastian Smythe to regret the day he stole his MJ and the way he'd hurt Blaine.
No, he wanted more than that. He wanted Sebastian screaming in agony and writhing in pain at his feet.
Artie skidded to a stop as his chair reached the gravel parking lot. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm down.
What was he doing? Was he really going to storm over to Dalton and what…? Confront Sebastian? Demand satisfaction?
He needed to just cool off like Mr. Schue suggested. Take a breath or two and go back to the choir room. Back to being nice, sweet, go-ahead-and-tread-on-me Artie.
Screw that.
He was done being nice.
Time to kick some Warbler ass.
Artie pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Yeah, Mike?" he said. "I need a ride."