When he pulled Quinn's name out of the hat, he knew it would never really happen. They met once, and she asked him if his arms hurt from wheeling himself everywhere before they talked about the Beatles. He had to admit, he was a little surprised she knew who they were. She's nicer in private, he decided.
They all are, the Glee Club. When he wheeled into the first practice, Rachel raised her eyebrows, Mercedes stared at his vest and Kurt looked sympathetically at his still legs. Tina smiled, but they were friends from before. Well... it was hard to define, really.
He felt weird; he still hadn't really talked to her about it. She showed up the next day and spoke without a stutter and no one said anything. He was still hurt, but he didn't what hurt more. That she had lied to him for that long. To everybody for that long. Or that he had realised there was nothing keeping her by his side now. Nothing limiting her to the guy in the chair.
He would talk to Tina about it, eventually. She was too good a friend- He liked her too much to let it go. He knew she still felt bad, because she couldn't quite look him in the eye.
He wanted to say something, but the week had been so busy with practice for the group ballad. Every suggested that he take the lead in this. He was pretty sure that made his entire week just then. These people, some who used to torment him even, were able to see past his chair. Even when he couldn't.
He couldn't remember the last time that happened.