Here's what you missed on Glee.

Melissa Widman's the new girl in school and she's got the stage energy and talent for glee club but she's faking having a severe medical condition that in reality is only mild so she doesn't have to take P.E.

She made friends with Kurt and auditioned for glee singing Popular from Wicked but Mr. Schuester didn't want to use her and she wouldn't listen why so she threatened him to put her in glee.

Melissa also saved Artie from embarrassment twice and at her first glee club rehearsal Brittany thought the Ritz Hotel was where they made crackers and Artie chose her name from Mr. Schue's hat to sing a duet to.

And that's what you missed on Glee.


"Melissa."

I looked up. Several girls looked at me and snickered. Artie rolled back to his original spot, looked at me momentarily, and his face lit up in recognition.

"Didn't you help me, like, twice today?" he asked. "Once with Puck and then in geometry with my book?"

"Um, yeah," I said quietly.

"Cool," he said, "and, uh…thanks, I guess."

"No problem," I said. "Anytime."

After a girl named Rachel, who was, let's face it, way more talented than I had ever hoped to be, and Mr. Schuester, her partner, as she was the only one left who hadn't gone up yet and Mr. Schuester was the only one who's name hadn't appeared yet, sang a lovely rendition of a ballad, Artie and I, along with the rest of the pairs, talked about what ballad they hoped to sing with their partner.

"You don't mind Yesterday by The Beatles, do you?" he asked.

I smiled. "Not at all, in fact I love The Beatles."

In the back of the room, I could hear someone complaining, "Oh God, are we gonna have to hug, or something?" I turned. One of the guys in glee club was partnered with Kurt. Kurt rolled his eyes. I snorted.

"Who's that?" I asked Artie.

"Finn," he said. "Quinn Fabray's boyfriend."

"Quinn?"

"The blonde one."

"Do you realize that their names rhyme?"

"Yeah." Silence.

"So, uh, been in glee club long?" I asked, looking at Artie, who was making a point not to look at me. He seemed to find his hands very interesting. However, when I spoke to him after the silence, he looked up at me, then back at his hands again.

"I was one of the original five members," he said. "I auditioned with the song Let It Be by The Beatles. It's a classic."

"I love that song," I said, more to myself than Artie. He looked at me momentarily and said, "You sit next to me in geometry, don't you?"

I smiled. "Kind of," I said, nodding. "Well, uh…"

"Mr. Schue, how long do we have this assignment?" Kurt asked.

"I give you three days," Mr. Schuester said, "but I don't want you to blow off the assignment till the last minute. In fact, get with your partner some time during the three days and practice, okay?"

"Melissa—"

I turned, looking at Artie, who was staring deeply into my eyes…

My heart gave that funny familiar lurch again, the same way it did when Puck was harassing Artie, but this time, it was a surreal, almost pleasant feeling. My breath caught in my throat and try as I might, I felt as though I couldn't breathe. The world seemed to stop spinning for a moment. I was afraid to speak, for fear I might stutter. An incredibly happy sensation rushed through me. I was sitting down, feet resting on the floor, but it felt as though for the first time I was defying gravity. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but I liked the sudden rush of adrenaline I got from it. I felt as though the room had no ceiling or floor, like I was floating through air…unable to get back down again…

I quickly realized I had been staring at Artie with my mouth open. Quickly, blinking, I said, "Uh, yeah?"

"Do you think we should do Yesterday by itself or mash it with another song?"

I frowned. "We're allowed to do that?"

"Well Mr. Schue's done it before," Artie said, completely ignoring the fact that I was still staring at his eyes. I quickly looked away when he looked into my eyes, my heart melting. Was I falling in love with Artie Abrams?

No, that was silly. I barely knew the guy. Before lunch, I had no idea he existed. I just felt bad because he was in a wheelchair. Yeah, that had to be it…there's no way you can love someone you know for only a few hours…

"Melissa?" Artie said. I snapped up. "Melissa!"

"Huh? What?"

"I said, could you meet me tomorrow during lunch sometime so we can work on this?"

"Oh." I felt my face getting redder by the second. Gosh, I was zoning out again. You don't love him! I told myself furiously. He's such a dork! Okay, yeah, Artie was kind of a dork, but, in another sense, he was adorable. Adorkable? "Yeah, that sounds fine. Um, where at?"

"Mr. Montague lets almost everyone in his class during fifth period. Why don't you just bring your lunch and meet me there? It'll be so loud no one could hear us anyway."

Is it loud enough so that I can scream I WANT TO KISS YOU SO BAD at the top of my lungs and no one will hear?

"Sure. Meet you there."


The next day Kurt met me outside the cafeteria. I felt really uncomfortable telling him I'd be with Artie in Mr. Montague's room, but he seemed totally cool with it. I wasn't really hungry so I grabbed some bottled water and headed to the second floor.

As I was climbing the stairs, I wondered how Artie got up to the second floor everyday with a wheelchair. I felt terrible for him. He told me yesterday that doctors said he'd never be able to walk again, even though it was his dream to be a dancer. I wanted him to reach that goal.

The entire night I had been thinking about Artie and researching ballads and Googling ballads. Finally, I found a song that I could not get out of my head—Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On, the theme song of Titanic. Every time I listened to it on iTunes and YouTube, I couldn't get Artie out of my head, and it seemed to fit perfectly with Yesterday. True, the tunes weren't the same—not even close—but the songs seemed to be written by two lovers. My Heart Will Go On was to be my message to Artie.

I opened the door and looked around. It wasn't easy to find Artie; he was so much shorter than everyone else, what with being in a wheelchair. He was in the dead center of the room, staring straight ahead. I walked forward, breathing deeply as I had trained myself to do when he was around, to avoid accidental fainting. I cleared my throat when I was behind him. "Uh…Artie?"

He turned. "Hi," he said timidly. He looked at a chair in front of him. Without saying anything, I knew he was asking me to sit down.

"Uh…I chose a song," I said.

"Good," he said quietly.

"My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion."

"Okay." He wasn't getting the message.

"You know, it's not exactly commonplace to do a mash up of ballads, but…"

"Melissa, you and I both know we're not here to discuss Mr. Schuester's assignment."

I frowned. How the fuck did he know? "We…we're not?" I asked.

"You're trying to figure me out, aren't you?"

I almost let out a sigh of relief, but caught myself. "Well, uh…I'd like to be friends…" I started. No, I don't, I thought, I want to be your date Friday night.

"Well, to be friends we kind of need to know something about each other first."

"Oh." Silence. "Well I kind of expect to die old, sad, and alone." Mental facepalm. What the fuck was that, Missy?

"Kind of like a cat lady, but without any cats," Artie said. "Right?"

"Exactly." Another silence. "Um, if you don't mind my asking, what happened with your…uh…"

"Oh." Apparently Artie knew exactly what I was trying to say. He looked and sounded rather uncomfortable with the situation.

"If you don't want to tell me…" I started.

"I was in a car accident eight years ago."

"I'm sorry." A third silence. "Do you know that Tina girl?" I asked after a while. There was a girl in glee club named Tina and when I walked into glee club yesterday she looked me up and down, scoffed, and rolled her eyes every time I said something about myself when I told the glee club something about me. I barely knew her, yet I did not like her.

"She's hot," Artie said. My heart sank.

"She's a bitch," I countered, then immediately regretted it. Why the heck did I have to say that? Everything that comes out of my mouth today just sucks major balls.

"Sort of," Artie agreed. "I thought I knew her, but she was lying about something…" He trailed off. "You know Kurt Hummel?"

"He's hot," I heard myself blurt out. Ugh, I just had to be so straightforward.

"He's gay."

"I know," I lied. Kurt was gay? Okay, yeah, I should have seen it coming…he was really into fashion, loved Wicked, was in the glee club (not that that made you gay, it's just that most high schoolers assumed this to be true), wanted to defy gravity, and the voice.

He sounded like a girl.

"So why don't you like Tina?" Artie asked to break the silence that I hadn't even realized had settled on our conversation.

"She was kind of putting me down in glee club yesterday," I said, looking at my nails and avoiding Artie's eyes. I didn't want to have a panic attack like I did yesterday when Artie was talking to me. "Like when I walked in and she saw what I was wearing, she scoffed. When I was introducing myself, she rolled her eyes at everything I said."

"That's not true," Artie said.

"Really?" I was getting angry, but I felt guilty at the same time for getting so angry with Artie. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend…" I could feel the anger growing inside me as I said, "is a bitch."

"She's not my girlfriend," Artie snapped.

"Oh yeah? I saw you two come in together. You two sat next to each other. The only reason you didn't speak to her is because we're partners for this stupid ballad thing."

"If this is so stupid then why are you still here?"

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Fine." And with that, Artie rolled away. I watched after him, letting my anger die down. Holy crap, I couldn't believe I had just done that. Way to go, Missy. Way to go.


That day in geometry was really awkward. Artie, seeing me come in, turned his wheelchair so that he was almost facing the left, so as to avoid seeing me on his right. However, when I sat down, I saw a piece of paper on my desk titled "YESTERDAY/MY HEART WILL GO ON". My own heart skipped a beat. At the bottom of the page was written, "I was thinking we performed today just to get this assignment off our chest. If that doesn't work than there's always tomorrow." After the total bitch that I was to him, Artie still composed our song for me. I tried to tell him thanks, but he ignored me.

Biology went by just as fast as geometry was slow. Finally, it was time for glee club.

I was walking with Gigi, as she had health the same hour that I had biology, and the two classes were right next to each other.

"Are you doing anything today after school?" she asked.

"Glee club," I responded.

She wrinkled her nose. "Glee club?" she asked. "You…you're not serious?"

"Yeah, it's fun. You should join, too."

"Thanks, but no thanks. Well…bye, Missy."

"Bye, Gig."

Oh, great, I thought, now Gigi hates me, too.

As I walked into glee club, I spotted Artie, who was busy ignoring Tina, who was very Chatty Cathy with him. I cleared my throat and he looked up.

"What?" he asked.

"Um…uh…sorry," I said quietly. He raised an eyebrow. "I was ready to do the performance, if you were."

He sighed. "Why not?" I nodded, taking a seat as Mr. Schuester came in. He asked if anyone was ready to perform their ballad.

"Isn't that, like, a male duck?" Brittany, one of the cheerleaders, asked Santana, another cheerleader, quietly.

When Mr. Schuester called on me and Artie, I was swift to stand up, determined to make a point to help him to the front of the class, but he rolled himself up there so fast that I was barely at my full height when he turned to face the class. He handed the pianist the notes to our song and started to sing.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Then it was my turn. Nervously—though I shouldn't have been nervous; I sang the National Anthem on national television as a little kid, hadn't I?—I started to sing my part.

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on

It was then Artie's turn.

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday came so suddenly

It was my turn again.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

Artie got his moment to shine once again.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

I hesitated before remembering it was my turn.

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
You are safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on

Artie and I harmonized to finish off the song.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
You're here, there's nothing I fear
Now I need a place to hide away
We'll stay forever this way
Oh, I believe in yesterday
You are safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on
Yesterday

As we finished, there was silence, followed by the sound of Mr. Schuester clapping. "Bravo," he said as others joined him in clapping. "Those are two both incredibly hard songs to sing at your level, but to mix them together and sing them so beautifully…"

A few other pairs performed, most of them having tortured performances. Finally, Mr. Schuester dismissed us. I was last to leave. I was in the hall when I was stopped be Mr. Schuester's partner for the ballad assignment, a Miss Rachel Berry.

"Um, hi, Rachel," I said.

"Cut the crap, Widman," she said. Whoa! Back up! I had never expected Rachel to get this mad. "You and I both know that you're only in glee club to steal my spotlight, the spotlight I worked so hard to get."

"Cool your jets hun," I said back. "I'm not trying to steal your spotlight. I'm trying to fit in."

"After that performance, fitting in is the last thing you'll ever do here at McKinley, Widman. You've got more experience than almost all of glee club."

"Rachel Berry, are you intimidated by me?"

"No!" Rachel said, though I could tell she didn't mean it. "If you don't leave glee club, I'll tell Mr. Schuester that you edit your voice and secretly lip synch during both your audition and your ballad performance with Artie. I've been in glee club longer than you and I'm in Mr. Schuester's Spanish class. You're just the new girl. I do believe he'll believe me, not you."

"Oh, but Rachel, sweetie," I said, as though speaking to a five-year-old, "if you tell Mr. Schuester that, then I'm going to have to tell him—and everybody else, for that matter—how in love you are with Mr. Schuester."

She seemed worried. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would." I smiled to myself as I walked away. "Think about it, Rachel."


That night I was in my bedroom doing research for my English report on The Good Earth, a book I had never even read, when my mother came in. "How was your first two days?" she asked, bringing me hot chocolate before bed, a tradition in my family.

"Fine," I said, taking the blue mug from her and having a sip.

"That's good," she said. "Make any new friends? Join any clubs?" she added hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm kind of friends with this girl named Gigi and I joined glee club like you wanted me to. I sang a ballad today with this other guy in front of the club today."

"That's great, honey!" my mother said affectionately. She kissed my forehead before saying, "Don't stay up too late, hun," and leaving, gently closing the door behind her.

I smiled after my mother before she left, and, triple checking to make sure my door was locked, opened a new Microsoft Word document. Before I typed anything, I clicked control 'S' and saved the document as "Dear Artie".

I couldn't believe what I was about to do.

Next I went to Tools and clicked "Protect document". Grabbing a sticky note, I wrote "DOCUMENT: Dear Artie, PASSWORD: billyidol". I entered "billyidol" as the password to the document and stuck the sticky note to the front of my binder before pouring my heart, mind, and soul into my document, saving it as I was finished, throwing my glasses on my bedside table, and falling asleep almost immediately.


THAT WASN'T AS TERRIBLE AS CHAPPY ONE! YAYY! Okay. Now. I want feedback. Should I really continue, or does this story suck as much balls as I think it does? Well, uh. Leave comments and review. Thanks.

-Hatter