A/N: I know I'm not the best writer in the world, but this idea has been manifesting itself in my head for weeks and I thought, well what could it hurt? I love these two and I really love how sweet they are so I thought I'd try my hand at writing a fic for them. Hopefully you'll like it :)

The ticking of the clock next to her fills the room and Tina wished it would just shut up. She thinks it's kind of funny how loud the clock can get when she's trying to sleep and how silent itremains during the day. She can't sleep, not a wink, and she guesses it's because she's kind of, sort of a closet insomniac.

She's not even tired. She's kind of bored though, but definitely not tired. Chancing a glance at the clock that kept her awake (Yes, she's blaming the clock) she sees that it's 2 AM. That gives her maybe six hours till school starts, six hours of time to kill. She groans.

Her ipod is sitting next to her clock but for some odd reason Tina doesn't really feel like listening to music, which is weird because Tina always feels like listening to music.

She sighs and glances around her room for something to do, or rather something she could do that won't wake her parents up.

She spots her phone and without really thinking about it she decides to pick it up. Not that she would actually call anyone. Everyone is asleep at 2 AM and Mercedes almost killed her that one time Tina called her...

Tina shuddered at the thought, her friend could be down right scary sometimes.

She scrolls through her contacts anyway because it'll at least give her something to do. And when she passes by Artie's number a vague memory fills her head.

"I'm kind of an insomniac" He had said earlier that day. And Tina had smirked because now they had shared something else in common.

She stares at his highlighted name for a bit, wondering if he was awake too, wondering if she should call him. It would definitely give her something to do. And maybe talking to Artie a bit could lull her into a sleep. (Not that he bored her or anything like that) Maybe she could get him to sing a lullaby for her...

She shook her head at the silly, but secretly appealing thought, and hit the call button anyway. Artie was her (best) friend and they talked all the time. What did she have to worry about?

The phone beeped, and with every beep of the dial tone Tina grew more and more nervous. Immediately thoughts of, "He's sleeping!" and "This is a bad idea!" rang in her head. And right as she was about to hang up there was an answer on the other side of the line.

"Tina?" Artie greeted, he sounded confused but not sleepy.

"I didn't wake you did I?" She whispered just in case.

"Nope, insomniac remember? What are you doing up at...two in the morning?"

Tina relaxed as he said this, she knew he would be okay with her calling, he always is. Nothing to worry about. "Oh, I couldn't sleep."

"You don't even sound tired."

"Neither do you."

"That's because I'm not."

She rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the comment. "What were you doing then? Before I called you."

"Nothing really, just doing a little bit of reading."

"What book?"

"The one we have to read in english, 'The Great Gatsby' Have you read it yet?"

"Heh, no."

"'Course not."

Tina grinned into the phone, and the two of them lapsed into a nice little conversation about nothing in particular.

Fifteen minutes later, she was staring at her feet, trying to think of a response to Artie, when an idea struck her, and it was out of her mouth before she could really think about it.

"You wanna do something?"

"Do what?" Artie asked surprised, their previous conversation forgotten

"I don't know. Go somewhere?"

"Tee, it's 2 AM. Where can we go at 2 AM?" Artie sounded rather amused.

"Who cares?"

She was feeling oddly adventurous now, and the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do it. "Come on Artie, pleeease" she whined.

"Alright, fine." He said in a mock exasperated voice.

Tina let out a whispered "Yippie" and a quick "I'll pick you up in 10" before hanging up.

She swept her hair up into a quick ponytail, slipped on her converse and snuck downstairs quietly, careful not to wake her parents. She figured she'd borrow their car and that they wouldn't miss it if they didn't know it was gone. (And besides the keys were sitting on the kitchen counter almost begging to be taken) Tina grabbed the keys without another thought and silently exited the house through the back door.

A few minutes later, Tina was all buckled up and on the way to Artie's humming along to the radio.

"Tonight's gonna be a good good night"