That night after Artie's first official guidance meeting with Ms. Pillsbury, he was settled on his bed working on homework when he remembered her advice about looking up research about people with disabilities and dance. He put down his textbook and looked over at his closed laptop that was waiting beside him. He pushed the open book off his lap and pulled the laptop toward him and turned it on.

He opened up his youtube page. He often used youtube to send and receive funny videos from his friends, look at videos from his shows, flash mobs, but he decided to do something different tonight. He typed "wheelchair dancing" into the search box.

It's not that he'd never heard of wheelchair dancing before. He knew of it and that's why he decided to join Glee after his parents' suggestion. He enjoyed his dancing in Glee, he just wished he could do more. He pushed away the image of Mike dipping Tina in his mind. But when he saw the results that came up on his screen he had to say he was a little surprised.

He clicked one of the videos that appeared to be a wheelchair dance competition. It was a montage of dancers dancing to samba, waltz, etc. Artie was impressed by the dancers, but what he really noticed was that they all had able-bodied partners. He finished the video and clicked on another video that was a news segment about American DanceWheels.

For the next few hours he looked at more videos and visited websites (while printing those out for his next meeting with Ms. Pillsbury). Finally, he turned his computer off and went to sleep after his mother came in and asked him why he was still awake. Well, he sort of went to sleep; he took out his ipod and started searching for and listening to songs he had about dancing.

Artie woke up the next morning for a plan to work on during the weekend. His mother was amused by his apparent energy and excitement during breakfast since she knew how late he was up (or she thought she did).

"What are you so happy about?" she cooed after seeing him tearing into his pancakes.

Artie swallowed.

"Can't tell you yet," he said with a smile.

"You're teasing me now, eh? Nothing bad I hope. I know how crazy you can be," she said with a smirk.

Artie rolled his eyes. Then he proceeded to say in one fast breath, "Awesome breakfast, Mom, thanks, love you, gotta run!" And he was gone.

It was finally Monday. Before classes started for the morning, Artie rolled up to Tina, who was at her locker.

"Hey girl," he said while slipping his hand into hers.

Tina paused in looking at herself in her locker mirror and smiled at him. "Hey, you."

"How was your weekend?" Artie asked casually.

Tina sighed. "Busy. I had that family gathering I told you about. It wasn't too bad. How about you?"

"Nothing eventful," Artie said quickly. "Hey, listen, stay a little longer after Glee with me, okay? I have an idea to run by you."

Tina raised her eyebrows in surprise and curiosity. "What are you up to?"

"You'll have to find out," Artie said slyly.

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious. It's a date." She bent down and kissed him.

After everyone left the choir room later that day Artie turned to his girlfriend, who sat turned to face him. She had her elbows on her knees, chin in hands, and was looking at him expectantly. "Okay, Mr. Mysterious, what's this idea of yours?"

Artie smiled. "Tina, remember when you tried to get me to dance with you?"

Tina's expression faltered a little as she guessed his idea, but she smiled. "Yeah?"

"I was thinking we should give it another try."

Tina sat up, smile still on her face, but she looked a little worried. "Not that I'm not happy you finally want to dance with me, but I don't want a repeat of...you know." She shifted uncomfortably.

Artie's expression softened. "I know. But, as much as I thought it wouldn't, the meeting with Ms. Pillsbury got me thinking. I was really stupid to give up so easily on our number. I enjoy dancing in Glee and thought I did the most I could, but that's not really true. I did some research and I want to try to do more. I think we should 'kick it up a few notches' as you like to say."

Tina laughed. "Hmm..."

"You can tap if you want. Hold on, I have a song picked out that may convince you." He rolled over to the CD player that he placed on the piano earlier. "I'll have to work at getting my voice to fit this song, but...He pressed the play button and instruments instantly began blaring.

Artie rolled forward while making a motion that suggested he was putting an imaginary hat on. Then he began singing with Frank Sinatra's voice.

"Hey there cutes put on your dancing boots and come dance with me..." He put on a grin, rolled backwards a bit while moving his shoulders forward and back, and made a gesture with his finger that suggested to Tina that she should come towards him. "Come dance with me, what an evening for some Terpsichore."

Tina giggled and walked over to him, taking his hand. "Pretty face, I know a swingin' place, come dance with me." She stepped out and then twirled away from him until their grasping arms were outstretched, and then she twirled back.

Artie pulled her hand up and then began spinning under their raised arms. They weren't really going well with the music, and often were just trying random things, unsure what the other wanted to do. Tina leaned low on his arm rest and kicked up her legs a bit.

Artie seized the moment and took hold of her shoulders and slowly and gently pulled her back until she was in his lap. He took one of her hands in his and put his other hand on her back that was slightly hanging off the other side of him and held her up. He looked down at her slightly surprised face.

"And while the rhythm swings, what cuckoo things I'll be sayin', for what is dancing, making love set to music, playin'" he sang softly, almost not loud enough for her to hear it over Frank. The two just stared at one another as the song continued in the background. Tina arched her neck back to complete the move. She looked back up and reached up and cupped her hand around his cheek while she smiled. Artie then lifted her back up and she spun around until she was on his other side.

"When the band begins to leave the stand and folks start to roam, as we wing home, cheek to cheek we'll be." Tina bent down and pulled him close so that their faces were slightly touching. She put one hand in his and slowly guided them to start moving back and forth.

After a few more awkward improvised dances, the song finally ended and the duo was breathing heavily with excitement. "Um," Artie adjusted his glasses, "yeah, like that. Only planned and better choreographed."

"Artie!" Tina exclaimed. "You dipped me."

Artie chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, sort of. That was something I saw in a youtube video during my research. I hope it wasn't uncomfortable..."

"It was perfect," Tina said looking down at him with somewhat watery eyes. She suddenly pulled him into a hug and then started frantically kissing him on the cheek and neck. Artie looked bewildered.

Tina straightened up again. "This was a great idea, Artie. I can't wait to start working on it with you!" She squeezed his shoulder affectionately before turning for her bag and heading to the door. She turned back to look at him again. "I should go now, but I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay," Artie said, still dazed.