Author's Note: Because of the atrocity that Glee has become, I've decided to write about pairings in the series that I think should be together and fix what I see to be problems with what the writers have done.

In the show I've never really cared much for Artie Abrams or Sugar Motta, but I think together they are a cute/interesting pair. I'd like to think Sugar's self confidence and Artie's creativity compliment each other. I think they are technically still dating in the show, but that could just mean they haven't officially broken up. Either way, I like them and think in the future they could work well together.

ENJOY! Look out for Blaine Anderson in the next one-shot!

Artie Abrams blinked a few times but the words on the screen were still blurry. He rubbed his blue eyes and sighed. His contacts shifted and it took a minute before everything was clear. The final editing stages were always the worst, especially without any food in your stomach. Artie ran a hand through his spiked brown hair then glanced at the clock. How long had he been holed up in the editing room?

The junior college student groaned. Only five more hours until the documentary was due. 'Why did I choose starvation in Africa as a topic? If I went with show choir influence I could have been done hours ago.' He would have had film to use from his days in New Direction. Well, if his mom mailed them to him that is. He wondered if she was still made that he insisted on taking summer courses instead of coming home to Lima for the break. To be honest, he almost had gone. But when he asked his friends what they were doing, he started to see the appeal in staying in New York.

As expected, Rachel Berry was staying put. She already had a role lined up for a revival of "Phantom of the Opera" and practices were a full time job during the long summer months. At least Puck convinced her to only take one summer course through NYADA. Artie remembered overhearing their heated debate a few weeks ago before he asked what everyone's summer plans were. He purposefully put on his music loud so he wouldn't have to hear anything coming from their bedroom. Then again, he was lucky his apartment had spectacular sound-proof walls and ceiling.

Artie hunched over and typed feverishly. If he finished in an hour, he could still get a decent nap in before Film 302: The Study of Science Fiction. He still couldn't believe he got into that class. Artie shifted in his wheelchair and continued on.

Kurt Hummel had left, but only because Adam begged him to come back to England with him. They spent days discussing the pros and cons of making a trip like that when they had only been seriously dating for about a year. After the fiasco with Blaine's unexpected proposal during Blaine's senior year, things had been rocky. By the time Artie got out there, he wasn't exactly sure where they stood. He knew they weren't living together, for Kurt still resided with Santana and Rachel, but Artie heard the older boy's comings and goings enough to know he made frequent late night visits, not that Artie said anything to anyone about them. Still, he thought a trip together would do the boys good. To be frank, Artie was glad Kurt hadn't fallen back on his old ways and accepted Blaine's proposal. Another fresh-out-of-high school wedding was not needed.

He wasn't exactly sure how he didn't hear the door open, but when Artie looked up, he was face to face with a familiar figure.

"Sugar?"

The brown eyed beauty smiled at her one-time boyfriend. "The one and only."

Artie leaned back against his chair with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing here? I thought you moved to Paris, like, a year ago?"

She ran a hand through her light brown locks, now curled he noticed, and nodded. "I did, but I decided to come back for the summer. Daddy misses me, or so he says." She clasped her bejeweled hands in front of her.

"Then why aren't you back in Lima?"

Sugar shrugged. "Well, everyone seems to be in New York these days, and I wanted to see some old friends. Puck told me you were here."

"So you endured a twenty minute cab ride just to see me hunched over my project?"

She nodded. "That sounds about right."

Artie stared at the girl, trying to figure out if the old Sugar, the one from high school, still lurked in there. She possessed a classier sense of fashion, but that was probably due to living in Paris a block away from all the best shops. He remembered getting a post card from her once. She attached a picture with it and told him to show it to all his movie making friends. That way, they would know the face and name of the actress they wanted to star in all their big numbers.

He could see from the way she was lingering she didn't plan to disappear any time soon. He turned away from the screen and folded his hands in his lap. "You still dancing?" he asked.

Sugar nodded. She walked over to his desk and sat on the edge. Her white skirt rose up a little, revealing her tanned thigh. Artie's gaze flickered to it but he forced himself to meet her gaze. "Mike has a studio in Paris. I teach ballet and contemporary during the week."

Artie smiled. "It sounds like you're doing what you always wanted to."

"Yeah, I guess I am," she replied with a smile. "How's movie school going?"

Artie shrugged. "It's going. I'm mostly working on documentaries right now."

"Maybe when you make it big, you can interview me at Mike's school. He has an amazing company of dancers. Brittany even comes to Paris sometimes, when she's not bust at MIT."

Artie smirked. Ah yes, another one of his old girlfriends. He wondered how she and Sam were doing. "Maybe," he replied. "First I have to graduate."

Sugar leaned back against the drawers on the desk, flashing Artie a peak at her shiny gold top. He remembered getting a good look at her closet once when he was at her house. She had a never ending supply of clothes back then, thanks to Daddy's wallet. He wondered what the mafia man thought of his daughter's career choice.

"Why are you here Sugar?"

The young woman blinked. "I already told you, I wanted to come home to visit and-"

"No, why are you really here?"

Sugar sighed. "Promise not to tell the others?"

Artie nodded. She bit her lip. "Daddy wants me to take over his businesses. He said I spent enough time in Paris and now it was time to come home and get to work." She lowered her gaze. "He already sold my place in Paris. I didn't have much of a choice."

The young Abrams eyes widened. "He sold your apartment?"

Sugar nodded. "Yeah, and told me a private plane was waiting for me. I had to go. I can't afford a new place on my own, at least not one like my old apartment."

"So you're letting him win?"

Sugar stared at Artie. "Do you have a better idea?"

"I can think of at least twenty things better than letting your old man intimidate you. Where's the old Sugar, the one who wouldn't take no for an answer?"

Sugar glanced at her French manicure. "You mean the one who didn't believe Mr. Schue when he said I couldn't sing?"

Artie chuckled. "Yeah, that one. I always liked her best when she let her stubborn side show."

"You did?"

Artie nodded. "Yeah. She reminded me that if you really wanted something, you just had to go for it."

Sugar smiled. "She was really self-confident." The girl stared up at the ceiling with a sigh. She didn't say anything for a while. Just as Artie turned back to his work, thinking maybe she was just going to leave, he heard her voice.

"You still seeing that Betty chick?"

Artie thought back to Ms. Pillsbury-Schuester's niece. He hadn't seen her in years. "Uh, no. Not since the wedding."

Sugar smirked. "She didn't try to jump your bones again?"

Artie's face heated up. "Shut up Sug, it wasn't like that!"

"Then how was it? Because if I recall correctly, we were still dating at the time."

Artie rolled his eyes. "If we were, then why were you trying to seduce Joe Hart?"

It was Sugar's turn to light up. "I was not seducing him! He merely caught my attention."

Artie snorted. "Right. I think he caught a lot more than that."

Sugar hit him with her clutch purse. "Shut it, Abrams."

He smirked. "Cool your Motta."

The girl giggled. "I hate that joke."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I don't know, maybe because if I'm not laughing I'll start to cry?"

Artie turned to face her again. "You're really torn up about this, aren't ya?"

Sugar sighed as she pulled out a hankie. "I didn't expect to be, but . . ." she trailed off. Artie reached over and took her hand in his. She stared at him. "I was finally on my own Artie. I was free. I had it all. And now . . . now I got a plane ticket home to a town I've never liked and a job I don't understand. What am I supposed to do?"

Artie didn't answer for a moment. He squeezed her hand and watched tears start to fall. "Don't go back. Stay in New York. There are hundreds of dance companies. You could find one easy."

"I don't have a place to stay though. I can't afford anything nice."

"You know the loft Rachel and the others live at? The whole building is basically up for grabs. Puck's got a loft on the top level, but he's looking to rent it out since he spends all his time at Rachel's place. You could get it for something real cheap."

Sugar sniffed. "You think?"

Artie nodded. "He's my bro, he'll do it as a favour to me. Don't worry about it."

Sugar thought about it and after a minute she nodded. "Okay. But Daddy has all my stuff. I don't have any clothes for tomorrow."

Artie waved his hand. "No problem. Rach and Santana have got everything you need. Mercedes should have some stuff too, now that I think about it. She shares a place with her boyfriend in the flat below mine."

Sugar smiled. "Okay." She slid off the desk and headed for the door. "Are you coming?"

He shook his head. "Can't. I got to finish editing and I have class in," he glanced at the clock, "four hours."

She nodded then went back to where he sat. "I'll see you at home then. Do you think the others would mind if I spent the day with them till I figure out where to look for a job?"

Artie shrugged. "I don't think they would. Ask Santana about work though. She knows of good places that hire."

Sugar agreed and pecked his cheek. "Thanks Artie, for everything. I really wished we kept in touch after high school. I missed you."

Artie took her hand in his and squeezed it. "I missed you too. Tonight is movie night at Rachel's place. Would you, uh, like to come with me?"

"Are you asking me for a date?"

The young man shrugged. "Maybe."

Sugar grinned. "Then I accept. I'll see you after class."

Artie watched her strut out of the editing room, that familiar Motta confidence coming back at him full blast. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he finished work on his documentary.