Artie headed off to do his glee audition, a bundle of nerves. He rolled into the auditorium doors, realizing that there were steps on the way down. "Shit." said Artie under his breath. Someone came in right behind him and bumped into him. Unfortunately Artie didn't have time to put the breaks on his wheelchair and he slowly slid forward from the impact. He tried desperately to stop himself but he couldn't. He didn't know what to do so he flailed his arms around and screamed. "Oh my god! HELP!" he screamed in a desperate wail while falling down the steps. Nobody helped him. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" he screamed. There was a platform that he stopped on and he let out a sigh of relief. He turned his chair around and put his head in his hands. Just then, he started rolling again; backwards this time. "No!" he screamed. "Yikes!" He finally stopped at the bottom in a terrible mess. He had tipped over and fallen out of his wheelchair and he was completely helpless. He heard footsteps running down the stairs behind him. A black girl with a blue shirt and pink leggings stood over him in shock.

"Oh shoot! I'm really sorry! Oh god what did I do?! Did anyone else see that? What should I do?" She rambled on. Artie was too shocked to speak so he just lied there staring up of her. She bent down and picked him up to set him back in the chair. "Look um..."

"Artie." he said, flustered.

"Look Artie, I'm really sorry. How can you ever forgive me?"

"Look um..."

"Mercedes." she said

"Look Mercedes, if you never tell anyone about this, we are even."

"Got it." She said and pushed Artie to Where she would take her seat in the front row.

"So... are you here for the Glee Club audition?"

"Yeah... isn't that what the auditorium for?" said Mercedes.

"Oh right. Yeah." said Artie, feeling stupid. Suddenly a flash of pain shot through his head and his hand shot to his head. "Ow." he said.

"What is it?" asked Mercedes in a concerned tone.

"It's my head. It hurts like crazy. I must have hurt it during my fall."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that." Just then, people started filling in the empty seats and all talking to one another. A man with curly brown hair with way too much gel, gray pants, a blue button down and a gray vest walked to the front and clapped his hands loudly.

"Hello, I am Mr. Schuester, the new Glee Club director. Now remember, everyone gets in! Alright, let's get these auditions started." He said and headed to take his seat. "Mercedes Jones." He read out.

She stood up and walked confidently towards the stage. She went to center stage and said "Hi, I'm Mercedes Jones and I am going to sing Respect by Aretha Franklin."She sang it perfectly and when she finished Artie gave her a huge thumbs up. She walked off and sat down next to Artie. "How was I?" She said.

"Mercedes, if I could give you a standing ovation, I would." she laughed and leaned back in her chair, clearly satisfied with her audition. Another wave of pain shot through Artie's head and he grabbed it again. "God my head hurts." He said under his breath.

"Tina Cohen-Chang."

Tina went up and said "T-Tina C-Cohen-C-Chang s-singing I k-kissed a g-girl." She sang it and she was better than Artie though she would be. He smiled at her as she passed by him to take her seat.

"Artie Abrams."

"Oh god that's me." he whispered and went up the ramp onto the stage. "Um, hi. I'm Artie and I'm going to sing Let It Be by the Beatles." The first part of Artie's song went perfectly, he sang every note perfectly and felt very confident. Just then, the pain shot through his head again and even worse than before. He had to stop singing and lean forward to stop the pain, which put an end to his audition. He rolled off the stage in shame and went back to Mercedes. He put his head in his hands and willed himself not to cry from the shame and pain. Mercedes started rubbing Artie's back.

"We should get you to the nurse." She said. All Artie did was nod his head. Mercedes went over and talked to Mr. Schuester and he came over to take one side of his chair while Mercedes took the other. They carried him up the stairs and Mercedes rolled him down the hallway towards the nurse. She went in and explained his problem to the nurse. Mercedes came back over and lifted Artie onto the bed.

"The nurse said that you should lie here and rest. Oh, and take these pain killers." She said handing him some small pills which he took with a gulp of water.

"Thanks Mercedes. You can leave now."

"No. I want to stay here and watch over you. I'll tell my mom I might be a little late."

"Thanks Mercedes. You're the best."

"No problem Artie." she said as Artie closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. When he woke up Mercedes was still there.

"What time is it?" asked Artie, groggily.

"About 5. Do you want me to wheel you home? I don't want you to go through too much pain on the way there."

"Yeah, that would be great Mercedes." he said as Mercedes lifted him into the chair. They walked and talked on the way home and Artie thanked her as he wheeled his way up the wheelchair ramp into his house. He explained the entire situation to his mom when he got home and he went to his room to sleep. He slept through dinner and didn't wake up until the next morning.

A/N: Please review and tell me what to do better! I'll try to use suggestions that you give me so fire away!