A/N: Just so no one gets confused, I assumed that Quinn left Finn's place and is now staying at Puck's.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything from Glee.

"Damn it!" cried Quinn in frustration. It was after glee rehearsal on a Thursday evening and Quinn had gotten in her car, ready to head over to Puck's and turn in early for the day, but the red convertible chose not to start. She tried several times more, beginning to feel desperate, but it just refused to purr to life.

She hit her hand against the steering wheel hard, but retracted it quickly, waving it up and down frantically, trying to ease the pain. This is my stupid fault, she thought bitterly. If I didn't go to the bathroom for probably the fiftieth time today, I might have caught up with someone and gotten a ride.

But even as she thought that, she didn't know who to she could have gotten a ride from. Normally, Puck would give her a ride to and from school, but today he had his fight club so she ended up driving to school herself. And lately Puck has been her only friend, so it would have been awkward to have asked anyone else for a ride.

Before unconsciously causing more damage to herself, she got out of the car and leaned against it, tightening her coat around herself. She took out her phone and went through her contact list, deciding who might be less awkward to call. Before debating whether or not to call Puck anyway, she heard some shuffles and shouts coming from behind a wall of the school. Curious, Quinn snapped her phone shut and walked towards the noise. When she came in sight of all the commotion, she tried hard not to break into laughter.

There was Artie, yelling profanities and threats Quinn had no clue he had in him. His arms were shoving against his wheels while flailing in exasperation every few seconds. Inspecting more closely, Quinn noticed that one side of his wheelchair was stuck in a small ditch at the side of the pavement. Shaking her head, a small smile escaping from her, she began walking closer towards him, tilting her head.

"Need some help?" Artie's head swiveled and faced Quinn. His face began turning red in embarrassment.

"Please."

Laughing lightly, she went to stand behind his chair and after a few more pushes and both their strengths, they got him successfully out of the ditch. Artie sighed in relief.

"Thanks. I thought I was going to be stuck in that stupid hole forever."

Quinn laughed again. "No problem. How did you get stuck in there anyway?" she asked curiously.

"I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing…daydreaming, I guess. And my chair started curving towards the hole. I noticed at the last second, but it was too late to stop it then."

"Well, at least you didn't tip over and fall." A glint of amusement suddenly shone in her eyes. "Like that time in sixth grade you fell in that muddy puddle during recess."

Artie's face turned red again. "You remember that?" he asked, surprised.

"How could I not?" Quinn was outright laughing now. "You were all but swallowing that mud and you were still acting as if nothing happened, even when everyone at the playground was staring at you!"

He quickly changed the subject. "So, uh, what are you still doing here? I thought everyone had already left?"

She shook her head at his weak attempt, but played along. "Yeah, they did. My stupid car broke down out of no where and I have no idea what to do, I don't know anything about cars whatsoever."

Artie gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, can't really help you there. I'm pretty much in the same boat as you when it comes to cars. But hey, you should get Kurt to look at it; he could probably tell you what's wrong."

As odd as that advice may have sounded, Quinn knew that Artie had a point there. Kurt's father was the best mechanic in Lima, Ohio, so Kurt would probably know whatever was messed up with her convertible. "Thanks, that's a good idea." She shivered in her coat once and quickly began thinking once more of who was best to call, although a part of her was also thinking how different it was to be hanging out here with Artie. She couldn't remember the last time she had done this. It felt comfortable and light, no crazy drama or awkwardness included.

Artie was also a bit stunned because this must have been the first time in years that he'd had an actual conversation with Quinn Fabray. They had actually been good friends when they were younger but drifted apart when they had reached middle school. Even now together in glee, they don't as much as exchange two words to one another, other than the occasional "hey" or "how's it going", but even that last one was a rarity.

Just as he was about to tell her goodbye and head home, he noticed he shiver again and asked hesitantly, "So is anyone coming to pick you up, or something?"

"Don't really know who to call," she admitted. "Brittany has dance rehearsal, Puck has his, um, fight club, though I really don't know what that's about – "

Artie gasped mockingly. "First rule of fight club – never talk about it."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay. Finn and Santana aren't really speaking to me right now…I thought maybe I'd just wait around here until Puck's done and call him then."

Artie raised an index finger. "Idea."

She laughed. "Shoot."

"I live pretty close by the school, hence why I'm wheeling home. Why don't you wait for Puck there instead? It's really cold out here and I'm sure that's bad for you and the baby. Plus you could join us for dinner." He shrugged. "Pretty sure it won't be a problem."

Quinn had been to Artie's house quite a few times when they had been younger and she was freezing out here. She was filled with sudden gratitude for the boy in front of her. "Thanks so much, Artie. That would be great."

Artie grinned. "Cool. Come on."

"Just a second, I'm gonna text Puck quickly." She took out her cell and hurriedly typed out:

car broke down, can u give me a ride when ur done? going to b at Artie's, 2 cold 2 wait outside

She shut her phone and put it away in her bag and said to Artie, "Okay, lead the way. Or actually, maybe I'll just push your chair. Don't want you falling in another ditch."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not necessary, Quinn."

Quinn's eyes widened innocently. "What? I'm just helping you out. Plus, I'm freezing my ass out here and if you did end up in another hole, I'm probably just gonna abandon you this time."

Artie laughed. "Let's just go."

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