More than once, for school assignments and the like, had Artie Abrams been asked who his hero was. The answer was usually a popular musician, (although when he was asked in second grade, he said Spiderman) but Artie's real hero was his mother. Cheesy as it may be, he had always admired his mother strength. Though all life had thrown at his mother, Jenny Abrams had never cried.
She didn't cry when she found out her eight-year-old son was going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, or when she was told that June (The sister Artie was closest to) was blind. Jenny didn't even cry when she found her husband of 6 years and the father of 3 of her children in bed with another woman (who had a 2-year-old son that looked suspiciously like him).
Witch is why Artie was absolutely terrified when he came home from school to find his mother, head in her hands, sobbing on the porch.
A.N. So what do you think? I don't really know where this is going or even if I should continue. So please review! This is my first fanfic, so please don't be too harsh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.