Author's Note: AAAAAAAAH. This was so incredibly fun to write. I really hope I kept in character. Alex is kind of hard at times because she's so complex, but I dunno. I think I did okay. Also, I'm not sure how Artie's parents are, but I always imagined them relaxed and down-to-earth. Is that just me? Also, I one point I think I accidentally switched over to Alex's POV. If so, I want to apologize. I'm so used to writing in her POV. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Love you guys!

Episode Two, Chapter Two

Artie's POV

She was coming. She was actually coming! It had been forever since I had a girl, or anyone for that matter, over at my house. It had been too long. Much too long. I was more than excited (and nervous) that t was Alex Russo. She really was the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Besides Glee Club, that is.

I went around the whole house making sure everything was in tip-top shape. I also made sure my mom made her favorite food. Biscuits and loose corn.

Most people thought she was rather dumb for calling it "loose" corn, but I thought it was absolutely adorable. My parents agreed. It was cute.

I was in my bedroom when I heard the doorbell ring. My heart jumped and my stomach turned. I had been completely anxious of her arrival since I invited her over.

"You must be Alex," I heard my mother say from the foyer. "I'm Mrs. Abrams. Artie's mother."

"Hi, Mrs. Abrams," I heard Alex say. "You have a really lovely home."

"Thank you, dear." The front door closed. "Artie's up in his room. Just go up the stairs, second door on the left."

"Thanks."

My stomach tightened more and my heart pounded harder with every step she took on the staircase. Maybe I shouldn't have invited her over. Maybe I should've waited a few more weeks. Maybe I should've just declined the pact we made. Maybe…

"Artie?" She poked her head through the opened doorway and smiled. "Hey."

I was so thankful I invited her over.

We stayed in my room for a couple of ours goofing off. First she went around my room checking out stuff, which I didn't mind. In fact, I pointed out my favorite things. She seemed to be very interested in everything I told her. At least, I hope.

"These are my Captain Jimbob Sherwood action figures," I said as I pointed to a few worthless toys on a shelf. "I've had them for years."

"My brother has tons of those. He freaks when I come near them." She chuckled. "I didn't realize anybody else like The Captain."

"I'm not so much anymore as I was as a kid," I muttered as I scratched the back of my head. "Your brother can have them if he wants. They're in mint condition, but worthless."

"You should charge him a ton of money anyway," she laughed. "It would be great to see him fork up cash for something that's worth nothing."

I let out a chuckle too.

I showed her my keyboard and played a few songs for her. I even taught her Yankee Doodle.

"What got you into piano?" she asked as she played a few random notes.

"Well, after my accident," I said, then patted my legs, "I realized my dream was to dance, but I couldn't. So, I figured if I couldn't dance with my legs, I'd dance with my fingers."

It had sounded dumber and cornier than in my head, but she didn't laugh or look at me weird. She just smiled, like she understood exactly what I meant.

We started talking about what we did before we met each other, we complained about a few things that's been going on, and she went on about her friend Harper.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I just miss her a lot."

"No, it's okay," I reassured her. "Harper seems like a really good friend. I think I'd like to meet her some day."

She smiled. "I'd like that, too."

Before we knew it, supper was done and my mother was calling us down. Alex was a bit nervous about my stair climber, but I showed her how easy and safe it was.

"So, you have an upstairs wheelchair and a downstairs wheelchair?"

I nodded.

"I wish I could sit all day," she said, then blushed. "I'm sorry. That was insensitive."

"It's okay," I said as I chuckled.

"I hope you like supper, Alex," my dad said as he winked at me. "Biscuits and loose corn."

Her face lit up. "I love biscuits and loose corn!"

"You can have as much as you want, dear," my mother said, grinning.

We quickly gathered around the table and said grace. Alex grabbed three biscuits. "You guys are the best," she said as she scooped a big pile of corn onto her plate.

"We try to be," my dad said as he chuckled. "You are a hungry girl, Alex."

"I work up quite an appetite dealing with my family," she laughed.

"So, Alex," I mother said she got herself some corn. "What brings you from New York to Lima?"

I noticed Alex freeze I her chair. "Oh, um," she scratched her neck. "We just wanted change, I guess."

"You must miss New York," my dad said. "It's so different from Lima."

"They're very different," she agreed as she put some butter on her biscuits. "But they're both really amazing places."

"Artie tells us that you're in Glee Club," my mother said. "Have you always liked singing?"

She froze again. "I, uh, never really sang before Lima," she spat. "Well, I did this one gig with my brother at my dad's restaurant, but it was nothing, really."

"Your dad had a resteraunt?" my dad asked her. "What kind?"

"Just a sandwich place called The Waverly Sub Station," she said. "May I have more tea?"

After dinner she called her brother to come pick her up, and we waited on the porch.

"Your parents are really great, Artie," she said as she grabbed my hand.

"They loved you."

"I'm glad you invited me over."

"I'm glad you accepted my invitation."

She smiled. "I think that's my brother," she said as a car up the road started to slow down. "See you in school?"

"Of course," I said as I reluctantly let go of her hand and watched her run up to the car.

I went back inside and helped my parents clean up.

"She's a really lovely girl, Artie," my mother said as I handed her a plated I had just washed and rinsed. "It was be great to have her over again. Maybe her whole family."

I grinned. "I think that'd be really cool," I said as I dried off my hands.