Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with Glee, whatsoever. This is for pure enjoyment. (:
Note: Totally Quartie. Deal.
Sorry, I couldn't get this up on Friday. I was away from my comp. for days.
Kinda Important: If I made an Artie/OC fanfic, would you guys read it? Or should I stick to Quinn/Artie fanfics? (I will continue to do Quartie stories, of course!) If I do write the Artie/OC one, since I have a kind of an idea for a character, should I make it (Artie/Tina/Mike/OC), like Artie has someone to 'comfort' him through the time and he realizes that Tina really isn't worth it or should I do a (Artie/OC/Tina) love triangle?
Your guys' opinion matters to me, of course. [:
May Angels Lead You In
It was Wednesday and it was Glee club.
Artie enjoyed Glee club. It wasn't just that they had freedom in the room with their vocal range or song choice; it was the fact that for the small class period, all of them were friends. Well, it seemed like they were all friends. They had their little groups in the club as well, but it was when they sang that they were really together.
Tina was out sick that day, so Artie was stuck near the end of the seating by himself. He didn't mind it, though he did miss having someone to talk to just before the class, but he got over it quickly.
Mr. Schue was a few minutes late, but that didn't stop the rest of them from chatting like nothing major was happening. Artie sat patiently in his chair, his hands folded in his lap as he stared off into space. He wasn't taking part into any of the conversations but that didn't bother him.
"Hey, Artie?" he heard his name which instantly made him turn toward the source of it. He saw Quinn. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
She held up her notebook, which was blank and that made Artie confused. She lowered her notebook a little, "Do you have the notes from Chemistry? I was distracted," she admitted sheepishly, completely lowering the notebook into her lap. He had to smile at adorable she was looking right now in her pink baby doll dress and white cardigan. She always seemed to be wearing a cardigan, it worked for her though.
"Yeah, I do," Artie spoke, reaching around his chair to grab his bag.
"Oh, here, I'll help," He heard her say before turning back to see her set her things down and walk to the back of his wheelchair. "Which one is it?" she asked, unzipping it.
Artie glanced around him; no one seemed to notice the two in the corner. He pulled himself back into the scene and spoke, "It's the red one. Chemistry is written on it." He heard the scraping of the notebook against the others as she pulled it out, zipping his backpack right up.
"Thank you, Artie," she smiled at him, patting his arm before moving toward her seat with his book in hand. Artie gazed at her as she flipped open the pages.
He wanted so bad to tell her how he felt.
But who was Artie kidding? He was still nerdy, geeky Artie to her, someone who wasn't ever going to be enough.
Mr. Schue walked in at the point, shaking Artie out of his thoughts just a bit more.
That was until Artie dived right back into them and didn't really hear him for the next half-an-hour or so.
Quinn yawned half way through Mr. Schue's speech, rubbing her eyes to dry the water that rimmed around her eyelids. She hated when her eyes watered every times she yawned, she felt like she was crying. She could vaguely hear him talk about the assignment that was due on Friday. Quinn already knew the song that she was choosing; she didn't even have to worry about rehearsing. She literally almost knew it by heart.
Glee ended sooner then she thought. School ended sooner then she thought.
Quinn found herself on the steps of the school, waiting for Puck to pick her up, if he had remembered her again. She was copying the last of Artie's notes down on her paper, looking up when she heard the noise of wheels.
"Hey, Artie! Here!" she said, waiting until the boy rounded the corner and toward her. She handed him the notebook. He gave a small smile to her, taking it. "Thank you once again," she spoke, flipping her own closed and stuffing it in her bag.
Artie nodded his head. It looked like they were having a simple, everyday conversation. Almost as if neither one of them had been on the opposite ends of the food-chain, granted that Quinn was still probably higher up then Artie. "You're welcome," he could only speak, tucking the notebook in the space between the wheelchair and his hip. He looked up and glanced around, trying to spot his mother. He gazed back at the blonde sitting beside him.
"Do you have a ride, Quinn?" he asked, slowly.
Quinn looked up, almost as if she had been distracted before clearing her throat and nodding, "Y-yeah," she said, uncertainly. Did she? She couldn't remember if Puck had fight club today. He probably did, by the looks that he wasn't here yet and almost all of the student parking lot was empty. She came to a conclusion before sighing, "No."
A van pulled up in front of them, it wasn't a big van to say the least, and Artie looked at it before looking at her. "Want my mom to give you a ride home?"
Quinn had a look of thoughtfulness on her face. Artie would be her only chance and she didn't feel like walking clear across town to get home. She bit down on her lip, "Would she?"
Artie seemed pleased with that, since he grinned, and nodded, "Yeah, come on." He said, gesturing her with his head toward the van. Quinn got up, warily at first, before grabbing her bag. She put it on her shoulder, following after Artie toward the van.
"Who is this, Artie?" Quinn heard a soft voice as she helped Artie, as much as she could, into the van. She glanced up, meeting the smiling eyes of his mom. She had a lot of Artie's features in her.
"Oh, this is Quinn. She needs a ride home," he spoke, almost as if it were an everyday thing. Quinn slipped into the back, shutting the door tightly but calmly.
A smile crinkled over the old woman's lips, "Pleasure to meet you, Quinn." Her eyes didn't stray down the Quinn's stomach like mostly everyone's did.
"You as well, Mrs. Abrams." She said, as politely as she could. She shared a small smile with Artie though.
"Are you one of Artie's friends?" Mrs. Abrams asked as she started up the van. Artie opened his mouth before Quinn shoved her answer in.
"Yes," murmured Quinn, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. She didn't notice the indistinguishable look of surprise on Artie's face.
"Wonderful," his mom seemed satisfied. Quinn wondered if Artie brought many friends home. She wondered if his parents had met Tina even. "Are your parents' home, Quinn?" the question shook Quinn out of her thoughts before she answered.
"Oh, I, uh, live with a friend. I'm not sure though, if he's home." There was a slight displeased look on Mrs. Abrams face with that answer.
She then spoke, which kind of shocked both Artie and Quinn, "Would you like to stay for dinner, Quinn? So you don't have to be alone in a house. Plus, I would love to actually meet one of Artie's friends," The smile replaced the discontented expression.
"Mom," Artie started out, "I'm sure Quinn would be okay at home." Quinn giggled at this. Artie sounded like a normal teenage boy, a normal teenage boy with his mother embarrassing him.
"Nonsense, Artie," Quinn started out, tilting her chin up and giving him a smile, "I would love to." She spoke to Mrs. Abrams.
A crinkled smile came again, "That's great." Quinn would loved to see how Artie actually lived.
She would enjoy this visit, she was sure.
Read and review! Sorry for getting it later then I intended.
Plus, would love your input of the other story idea!