A/N: I love this ship. I love this song. I think they go together nicely.
It hadn't really been a good day for Tina. She had gotten a C on her chemistry test, a grade she'd surely be feeling when her father found out about it, she'd been slushied (she'd had to go to the office to get an XXL "McKinley Spirit!" shirt and she hated it), and she had forgotten a few of the words for the song they were working on in Glee club. She really just needed to go somewhere and cry.
So she made her way backstage and sat down on an incredibly ugly yet comfortable armchair, and she cried. She wanted to escape her life for just a moment, a day, a week. Anything.
So immersed was she in thought that she didn't see a familiar figure walk (roll) towards her in the dim lighting. "Tina? You alright?"
She looked up and saw Artie. "Oh, I'm…" She was going to say 'fine' but she didn't really see the point in lying to Artie; he could always tell. (Her theory was that when he lost the ability to walk, he gained the ability to be a lie detector. It was karma.) "No. I'm not." She laughed shakily and weakly.
"Why?" he asked simply.
She found herself telling him about her day. It felt good to get it out to someone who wouldn't judge, only listen.
After she was done she said, "Have you ever felt that you just wanna, like, go away? Just get away, go to a distant place and stay there for a while?"
He smiled and told her to hold on. He reached his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a scratched and dented iPod. "Listen to this," he said as he handed her an ear bud, which she put in her ear.
He scrolled to something and selected it, and a series of clicking and beeping noises started to play. Tina frowned, but then a melody started to flow out of the seemingly discordant sounds.
I'll be the grapes fermented
Bottled and served with the table set
In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman
I'll be the fire escape
That's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day
He was watching her reaction to the music. She smiled. "What is this? I love it!"
"'Brand New Colony' by The Postal Service. Hold on; let me skip to my favorite part. What you said reminds me of it."
I want to take you far
From the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free
From the tethers of this scene
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change
We'll give ourselves new names
(Identities erased)
The sun will heat the ground
Under our bare feet
In this brand new colony
She gasped. "Oh, Artie, that's beautif—" But she didn't get to finish the sentence, mostly due to the fact that he was kissing her. And she was kind of kissing him back.
When they were done he asked her if she'd like to eat dinner at his house with his family that night. She said yes, and in her mind this was the beginning of their brand new colony.
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