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The idea for most of this chapter came to me on an hour-long busride, I practically filled my iPod with snippets of this chapter :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything Glee-related, only my OC Ella. I don't own the featured songs either, I don't make that kind of money.
The next day in glee, Mr. Schu started the lesson by writing one word on the blackboard.
"Love," he read aloud. The groans from some of the students indicated that this had been brought up before.
"Mr. Schu, really, again? We have already done this assignment numerous times," said Rachel sounding bored.
"Yes, Rachel, again. I know I've assigned tasks about love before, but this assignment is slightly different. Besides, I wanted to give you an easy first task of the year, since some of you have only recently joined New Directions," he said with a smile in my direction.
"The assignment is to come up with a song with the word 'love' in the title. It can be anything. Like I said, it's an easy assignment. I just want you to find a song and perform it in front of the rest sometime during next week," he explained, before dismissing the group to research.
"Nice, this is going to be easy. The hardest part is going to have to choose a song," Artie laughed from beside me.
"I don't think you should take it so lightly," I told him, "I mean, even though Mr. Schu said it was an easy task, everyone should still try and do their best."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. At least this time we can pick any genre we want," he replied.
"Do you have any idea what song you want to do?" he asked me as we made our way out of the choir room.
I shook my head.
"Not yet. I might have to browse through Old Faithful," I said.
"Old Faithful?" he asked. I laughed.
"My iPod. It's old, it's always been faithful. Hence, Old Faithful," I explained as he laughed along with me.
The next day I was exiting a bathroom when familiar voices caught my ear.
"No, Brittany, I'm not just going to take you back! You hurt me when you dumped me for Santana! How can I know you won't do something like that again?" I heard Artie's agitated voice say.
"I won't Artie. I love you more than Santana. I won't ever leave you for someone else ever again. Please forgive me," Brittany said, her voice heavy with pleading.
"I'm sorry Brit, but no. You're on your own," Artie said.
Moments later he came rolling around the corner.
"Artie are you alright?" I asked.
"You heard, huh?" he asked, an attempted half-smile on his face.
"Yeah. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were kind of hard to miss," I said.
"Well, she can't expect for me to just take her back after what she did, can she?" he asked.
I shook my head no.
"You deserve much better than that, Artie. You're a great guy, you deserve nothing but the best," I told him with a smile.
I swear I could see a blush creep onto his cheeks as he smiled back. Then he patted his lap.
I gave him a confused look as to ask what he meant.
"Well, it's kind of hard for me to hug people normally," he explained, blushing even further.
I felt my cheeks get warm as well, but carefully sat on his lap. He chuckled.
"Don't worry, you're not going to squish me, and even if you did, I wouldn't be able to feel it," he said and winked, making me laugh along with him.
"Now how about that hug, Mr. Abrams?" I chuckled.
His arms immediately found their way around my waist, as I put my arms around his neck and hugged him. I was slightly taken back at how good and natural this felt, just like holding his hand a few days before.
Just then, an idea struck me, and I broke free from the hug rather sharply. Artie noticed the expression on my face.
"You just got an idea, didn't you?" he asked.
I shifted to look at him and smiled.
"Yeah, I did," I said before hugging him again.
"Is it by any case related to Glee?" he murmured in my ear.
I nodded, making him pull back and look at me.
"Really? Is it your song for the assignment? What is it?" he asked curiously.
I smiled deviously at him.
"You'll have to wait and see," I told him.
When Tuesday came, I was ready to perform in front of the others for the task. The first lessons passed way too slowly for my liking, but eventually it was time for glee.
"Alright, who's today's performer?" Mr. Schu asked.
I took a look around the room, to see if anyone wanted to have a go, before raising my hand.
"Ah, Ella! Good, come up here, you know the drill by now," he smiled before sitting down with the students.
I rose from my seat along with Mercedes and Tina, who had agreed to help me with back-up-vocals and harmonies.
"The song is by Hey Monday," I said before signalling to the band that we were ready.
"(Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa)
You were talking to her
But messing with me
It's finally clear
You're blurring the lines
Are you disturbed?
Oh, now you care
Why do you race through my red lights?
Can't understand
I'll slow it down for you
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
(Whoa, whoa)
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now
(Whoa, whoa)
Save
Save it for her
I'm not gonna hear
Your reasons and "please-just-take-me-backs"
We never were right
Don't waste your breath
You crashed and you're on your own tonight
Can't understand
I'll slow it down for you
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
(Whoa, whoa)
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now
(Whoa, whoa)
Lights out
I found out
My falling star
Goodbye
The sun rises here
There's no more you and I
(Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa)
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
(Whoa, whoa)
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now
How you love me now
(whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa)
How you love me now
(whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa)"
As the applause died down, Mr. Schu got on his feet.
"Just as a formality Ella, what's the title of the song?" he asked as Mercedes, Tina and I went back to our seats.
"It's called 'How You Love Me Now'," I replied.
"See guys, this is what I'm talking about! Just because it has love in the title, it doesn't have to be some sappy love song," he smiled, making the students chuckle as well.
"Alright, anyone else want a go?"
I got up to exit the room as the lesson ended, when I felt a hand touch mine. I turned around to see Artie take my hand.
"Thank you," he simply said looking me in the eyes.
"You figured it out, huh?" I smiled. He nodded with a small laugh.
"Yeah, the point was kind of hard to miss," he said and winked at me.
As he did so, I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was once you saw past the wheelchair. Then I realised he was still holding my hand.
Part of me wanted to let go. Another part didn't. His hand felt so good in mine.
The other part won.
Then I felt a tug at my hand as he gently pulled me towards him, making me sit on his lap, before he hugged me like he had done a couple of days before.
"Thank you," he whispered again.
"You're welcome," I whispered back before pulling away so I could look him in the eyes.
"Like I said, you deserve to be treated better than that," I mumbled.
As we sat like that, I found myself getting lost in the blue colour of his eyes staring back at me. Without really noticing, we both started to lean in towards each other, until our foreheads rested against each other and our lips were inches apart. He reached up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear before leaning further in and closing the gap between us.
His lips pressed against mine in a sweet, simple kiss. I couldn't help but marvel at the softness of his lips, and how they, like everything else, seemed to fit mine perfectly. The one kiss turned into two, three, four kisses before I broke away.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. I smiled softly at him.
"Don't be," I told him before kissing him once more.
"Let's be clear, though," I told him as I looked him straight in the eyes, "I've come to really like you, Artie. But you and Brittany are still in that post-breakup stage. As much as I like you, I don't want to be a rebound."
He nodded, showing he understood. I gave him a peck on the cheek, just as the bell rang.
"Alright, let's get going. I'll see you, Artie," I smiled at him and got up to leave.
As I made my way to class, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Artie had kissed me. And it had felt good. No, good didn't even begin to cover it. It had felt amazing.
Song featured in this chapter: Hey Monday "How You Love Me Now"
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