I do not own glee, or any of the characters .
I just love to imagine that I do XD
I love all the glee cast but I love Kevin and Dianna the most.
Sorry , the rest of the club isn't in this chapter.
But I promise a lot of Santana in the next one :D (and more Quartie too)
She rang the bell, feeling really anxious…she was afraid…what if she was able to make Alice go to the event and Artie freak out? She was too happy about having him back in her life, she didn't want lo loose him again.
He just started feeling comfortable around her again. The first couple of days he didn't even let her push his wheelchair… but the day before he took a really big step.
They were at his house. His brother and father weren't there and that made him really happy, even if he didn't admit it: his father kept bringing in random women , each one younger and with less class than the previous one; and his brother was always trying to provoque him.
They took an extraordinary amount of junk found into his bedroom ; Quinn laid down in his bed and he didn't know what to do.
She didn't say anything , because she wanted him to feel he was free of doing whatever felt good for him.
-I never let anyone see me without my chair- he had spoken without the intention of doing so, it happened with a lot of frequency.
Well Brittany did but she took me off of it, literally. I was so upset…did she really think that I needed her , that I can get into a fucking bed by myself?He was thinking, wishing they decided to stay in the living room and watch a movie, like they have been doing all week.
Before he even made sure that he won't reget it, he made his way to the bed and asked Quinn to make room for him.
-Artie…that was really fast- she showed him a big smile- and smooth- she remembered the way he transported himself out of the wheelchair when he was little: he was always so nervous, shaking and it took him a while.
-Eight years of practice, baby- he said, still arranging his legs in the bed. He seemed happy about Quinn's reaction: he had spected something in the lines of pity or guilt (he hated when people seemed guilty because they were able to move their legs and he wasn't) , and he was grateful for the fact that she seemed to understand that he didn't need help.
-I hope your dad doesn't get here soon- she said, taking some popcorn from the bowl-I'm really comfy here and I don't really feel like getting up.
-He won't . He said he'll take Michele to the nightclub after dinner- he didn't sound bitter, and his voice didn't reflect dissapoinment: it seemed like he had accepted his dad's lovelife like something innevitable.
-I thought her girlfriend's name was Lyn- she said, trying to find Markus's lovelife the way Artie did.
-Really? I don't even know, they're so many, and they usually pretend that they don't see me.
She decided to say nothing at all, feeling there was not a correct answer for that.
-Can I help you?-the blond girl barely recognized Alice Abrams. The last time they had seen eachother was eight years ago…but the woman seemed 20 years older.
-Hello Alice.I mean - she sounded more confident than she felt-My nam…
-You shouldn't be here Quinnie- she said, really serious.
Quinn was frozen ; she didn't really expect she would recognize her.
-Artie didn't send me here.
The older woman nodded with a really clear look in her face: it was the most obvious thing for her.
-I think I know my son- Quinn was sure that the woman's voice was shaking while pronuncing the last word.
-I just really want to talk to you…please.
For a moment , it seemed her best friend's mother was about to close the door in her face; but she didn't. In fact, she made a gesture that invited her to come in.
-Take a seat-she pointed the dinning room, while she went to the kitchen.
The house was ten times bigger than Artie's, maybe Alice wasn't in love with the psycologist, just with his wallet. Then Quinn felt really bad for thinking that way…she had really good memories of Alice…it felt wrong to think that way.
-Do you still like apple?- Alice came back , giving her a juicebox.
-It's my favorite- she tried to smile , but wasn't able. It felt like she was betraying him. She took the tickets from her purse and put them in the table.
Alice took them and read what was printed in them for a really long time. She must had read them like ten times at least.
-Did he agree to participate?- she said , with tears in her eyes- I was pretty sure he hated me.
-He thinks you're the one who hates him-she was trying not to cry.
-I ruined his life- she whispered. She hided her face in the table, but the shaking of her shoulders was pretty evident.
-So leaving him was a good way of making things better?- Quinn's tone was bitter, but the question wasn't just for Abrams, she was concious is was for her too, like she was fighting herself outloud.
-I It's not like I left him alone. He's with Markus…he is in good hands.
-Markus is never home. He has like 20 girlfriends and treats them like objects…and the worst part is…Artie seems to think that's the way men are suppossed to treat girls- she said ,feeling really sad. She knew almost every girl that had spent more than a couple of minutes with Artie Abrams had a really bad impression of him.
-He treats you bad?- For Alice it was hard to think that. Since they were little, Artie had really loved Quinn.
-Not really-and it was true; not even when she said something terrible to him. He didn't answer…he just looked at her sadly, like asking himself what had happened to the girl he had loved…with the girl he will never stop loving.
-I'm glad- her baby was still a good kid. That was awesome. She had thought a couple of times that he might be bitter, or that he maybe didn't care about anything or anyone anymore.
-He's a genious. He is an incredible guitar player, and he has mad computer skills, he's an awesome singer…-she got really excited talking about him- he's also in the football team…
-But he can't…-Alice seemed angry after the last part .
-Artie is not the kind of guy that lets his dissabilitie take anything away from him. He doesn't even let change anything in the choreography…even if he has a hard time keeping up with us.
For a minute, it looked like Alice was considering going. Then Quinn realized someone was making her way to them .
The little girl was like a smaller femenine copy of Artie. Those big blue eyes were totally his, only they looked more innocent, all the pain and scars he had lived in his.
-Anna, I told you a million times you're not allowed to listen my conversations with other grown ups.
-But she's not a grown up. She's not your friendo ,it's Artie's-apparently she had been listening for a long time-is he here?
Alice tried to answer , but the words died in her throat.
-No, Honey- she smiled, but she felt really sad. When she saw Anna she remembered…her, her little girl .She just had the chance to hold once, five minutes.
-He doesn't want to meet me, does he?- she sounded really sad. It was obvious how bad she wanted her chance of meeting him- she sent you, to tell us that?
-Not at all…just he is …in a rehersal and sent me to bring you tickets for our show.
Anna was jumping up and down, Quinn was just looking at her , so she didn't see Alice's reaction. She was furious.
-A show? Does he dance?- Anna sat down in the chair infront of Quinn.
He told her about Artie…I mean not everythingQuinn finally understood the meaning behind that sentence in particular.
-We are in a choir toguether- was her only response. She wanted her to know the truth: but it was Alice's dutty. She needed to face her responsabilities for once.
- What are you going to sing?- she said, taking Quinn's hair in her little hands (it was so pretty! Actually all her was pretty, she really looked like her favorite doll)-"Because you loved me"? That's my mama's favorite song. She used to sing it to Artie when he was little. She told me.
-That was what mama told you, huh?- Quinn really wanted to know what else she had said to her.
-Yeah. And she also told me he was in love with you.
-Anna! – Alice yelled- go upstairs and do your homework.
-But I already did it!
The little discussion Woke up somebody. A baby began to cry upstairs. Quinn wasn't expecting this…so Artie had two little half-sibilings? And he didn't have any idea. Alice took her daughter's hand and they went to the stairs. It was obvious that Alice didn't want them to talk.
Before she had time to even put her thoughts in order , they had returned with the baby. She was covered with a pink blanket with rabbits all over it. Alice took the seat infront of Quinn while Anna remained in her feet, playing with the new addition to their family.
Beth, give me a high five!- Anna said, putting her hand closer to her- I know you can do it. You're way smarter than normal babies.
Beth?- A tear began to fall down from her cheek. It was impossible, right? It was just a coincidence. It couldn't be her little one.
Pretty name, right?-Anna said- Well not as pretty as yours but…Quinn…are you crying?
-No,dummy- she said, sounding reliable-i just…i remembered a little girl that I love very much whose name is also Beth.
-Your sister?- Anna really wanted her to have a little sister. It would be awesome if she did, and the four of them began to hang out often: her brother, Quinnie, Quinnie's sister and herself.
No- Quinn didn't like Sophia at all. Thanks god she married that man (that saint) and went far, far ,away from her- …Can … can I hold her a minute?- she asked the last part to Alice , of course. She was affraid, becase even if it was a really remote possibility that she was her Beth…something inside of her was sure of it. A mom always knows.
-Of course- Alice said, but not in a happy way-just be mother will be here in any minute and i don't want to have to give her Anna because …
Shelby?- Quinn said, without realizing , while she took her daughter in her arms.
Yeah. Shelby Corcoran- Alice said, feeling really curious- do you know her?
-How have you been little one?- Quinn put her against her chest…and it felt so right-you don't look like Puck at all…good job.
-Actually she does. Look at her nose- Shelby made her way into them .
-How did she…?- Quinn didn't hear the bell . And it was so embarrasing to find herself face to face with her daughter's legal mom…with Rachel's birthmom.
-I live here with her- Shelby said, as annoyed as Alice –beeing a glee club teacher is not the best paid job in the planet and Alice needs to rent two bedrooms of the house, so…
-What about the psycologist?- Quinn said, without knowing exactly who she was asking to- what does he say about…?
- He doesn't say anything. He doesn't live here- Quinn barely heard Alice's voice. Shelby took her baby out of her arms and sent Anna upstairs. The little girl obeyed without a word. It seemed like she was affraid of Shelby.
-How did you find us?- Shelby demanded. She kind of understood the way Quinn must have been feeling. She was in the very same sittuation a few years back. But Beth was hers. She had been the one who suffered the nights without sleep, the one who feeded her…maybe she wasn't the biological mother but…
-I came here looking for Alice. I was just talking to her about Artie- She said crying harder that ever before- you shouldn't have took her away from me like that. I'm not gonna steal her away from you- Quinn was on her feet, and she didn't realice it , but she was yelling . Hard.
-Artie?- Shelby didn't believe her. Not even a little bit- your glee club's crippled? Why?
-You didn't tell her, either?- Quinn was now furious, crying so hard she was shaking and cursing the minute she decided to go to that house- so all that "I thought he hated me…i ruined his life"shit was just that? Shit. You just feel embarassed about your son- Quinn took her purse from the table…she also had intensions of taking the tickets with her but they weren't there anymore. Anna must have taken them –you must be ashamed…but ashamed of yourself. You took his legs away from him and then…- Alice covered Quinn's mouth with her hand , worried, but the gesture just made things worst.
-Anna is going to find out- Alice said, freaking out.
-What?That he has a wonderful brother…but that a lot of dumb people thinks he's less than them because he usses a wheelchair? Or that her mother is the worst of all that people?- And without another word, or without any intervention from the other two mothers, Quinn went to her car.
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