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Reminder: After this first chapter, this story will develop into AB fanfiction.

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Summary: Artie is injured, and turns into Tina's "baby boy".

Pairings: Tina & Artie, slight Quinn & Rachel, a few Quinn & Emma scenes, Brittany & Santana for the most part. This takes place at the end of season 2's schoolyear BTW.

Today was the last day of the 2010-11 school year at McKinley, and no one could wait for summer vactation to begin.

It was 2:59. Every student in the school sat in their homerooms, staring at the clock.

3:00 hit, and the bell rang. Students cheerfully rushed out of the school.

"Hey, Artie."

He turned around to Tina. "Hi."

"Mike broke up with me. He wasn't worth it."

"Ah."

"And I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house and hang out for a while?"

"Sure."

"I mean, my parents are in Asia for a few months, so I got the house to myself. It's a little lonely."

"I see. Well, coincidentally, my mom is on a business trip."

"Let's go, then!" Tina sprinted rapidly, rolling her friend at about 4 blocks per minute.

"Faster, Tina, faster! Go fast until I want to throw up!"

At Tina's place, they shared a snack and chatted.

Artie got a call from Brittany, who was searching for a babysitter for Lord Tubbington.

"Do you mind having him over for a while?" Artie asked Tina, since it was her house.

"I don't mind, as long as he doesn't take my attention away from you."

Artie excused himself to go pick the cat up.

"Take all the time you need," Tina grinned.

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Artie opened his eyes to Tina, who was watching him flinch in slight pain.

"You okay?" She rubbed his smooth, warm cheek. "I came as soon as I heard what happened."

"Huh?"

"The doctor told me you were smacked in the head by a car. She thinks you're in better condition than she'd expected."

The words were mush in Artie's mind.

She pulled the blanket up and tucked him in. "You seem stiff. You thirsty?"

She gave him a sip of her Gatorade. "Poor thing."

"Ucky," he mumbled spitting the Gatorade from his mouth.

Tina took a napkin to his chin.

"Artie want milk," he demanded.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have milk."

"Mama is sexy, and she take care of me when I sick." Artie mumbled between breaths.

Tina caressed his tummy as he purred in comfort.

She didn't have a clue what was going on or why he was acting this way.

Maybe his brain was damaged? The doctor ran tests and said it was nothing serious, so she doubted it was from the accident.

She kind of liked the new Artie. It was cute. His babyness turned her on so much, so she just decided to play along.

"Mama loves you so much, baby."

"Love you too, Mama."

She chuckled, leaning down to kiss him.

"I wanna go home, Mama."

"Soon, honey. Soon."