...This is a first, me uploading the next chapter a DAY after I started the story? Wow, that's a record for me :). Thanks for the reviews, alerts and the favorites! Again, this is a short one, but I promise that the next chapters are gonna be longer :D. Artie's such a sweetheart in Dream On... Speaking of the episode, I made a mistake in the first chapter: I said that I had to make an Artinn fic because of Laryngitis, I meant it was because of Dream On ;)). So here's chappy two! :P
Disclaimer: I don't own any Glee name, event or item mentioned in the story. And by the way, I don't take demands, it's a free world! =))
The hours flew by fast as Artie found himself some new friends. One of them was an Asian girl who expresses herself as a puck rocker. She was pushing his chair out of the room along with a boy with high fashion sense and a black girl with the sassiest attitude he ever witnessed, in a good way. The four of them made their way towards the cafeteria. Artie couldn't take it anymore, his stomach was grumbling ever since second period. It's either that he was craving for food or that he was anxious to see the head Cheerio again. It's probably both.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a short shriek by his side. Artie turned to his left to see Quinn struggling to move while his friends were fussing over his chair's wheel. It seems that Quinn's short skirt was stuck. This was his chance.
"Um, Tina, Mercedes, Kurt, you guys go ahead and save us a table. So, uh, I'll take care of her." Artie said nervously.
He could've sworn the blonde cheerleader had pink cheeks when he said that, but he imagined that his head was just playing with him.
"S-s-s-sure, Artie. We'll m-m-meet you inside." Tina stuttered as she led Kurt and Mercedes out of the hallway and into the cafeteria.
"So, your name's Artie?" He was startled with Quinn's voice. The crippled boy looked up to see her with a caring grin on her face. He was stunned at her beauty that all he can do was nod.
"Yeah, and you're Quinn Fabray right?" He asked as casual as possible.
"Yep, that's me." She giggled when he started untangle her skirt from the wheel. "Is this how you always meet the girls?"
"Not really. I either say sorry to them or I roll next to them until they walk away from me." He joked, following a chuckle of his own.
"Say sorry? Why?"
"Even if I was in this chair for half of my life, I still have some control issues."
Quinn just nodded after this revelation. She realized that it was wise not to dwell on this touchy subject.
"Almost got it," Artie said before releasing her red skirt. "There we go!"
"Thanks, Artie!" She said before squealing and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in a hug.
He didn't know what to do. Basically, a girl who was totally out of his league was hugging him in public view. Before he can wrap his arms around her, she released him and stood up straight.
"I'll see you later!" She turned around and ran down the halls, waving back at him before turning the corner.
Artie sat there, not moving an inch after she left. He can still feel her touch lingering on his skin. He remembered that hug she gave. He got to smell her up close. She smelled like vanilla, like perfection.
That seven-second moment replayed in his head throughout the rest of the day.
