Here's what you missed on Glee.

Melissa and her dad stayed up late to get the house clean for Artie's tutoring.

She eventually crashed and overslept and really didn't understand Spanish. At all.

She got into a fight with Artie and in the middle of it Artie kissed her and said he loves her too. Awkward.

And that's what you missed on Glee.

Chapter Ten

Before I knew it, we were in a make out session.

I thought it would have been awkward, but it wasn't. Eventually he had had me sit in his lap as we continued, though we probably shouldn't have been doing it in the first place. The weirdest part was, we hadn't even discussed fully what had happened between us. Every once in a while, Artie would clench his fists on the wheels of his chair. I wasn't sure what this was for, but at the time, I didn't care. At the moment, I didn't care about anything.

That's when the worst part of my day happened.

I don't know how I didn't hear the door, but all of a sudden I heard, "Melissa Amanda Widman! What the hell are you doing?"

I whipped around as fast as I could, seeing my mom standing at the front of the room, her arms folded over her chest, an angry look in her eye.

"Mom," I said. "I...uh...hi."

She narrowed her eyes. This was not going to be good. I hopped (almost literally hopped) off of Artie's lap. "Mom, I can explain..."

"Go."

"Well, I..."

"Not you." She turned her focus to Artie. "Get out of my house."

"Mom, no!" I said. "He was just tutoring me, and..."

"Really?" my mom said. "In what? Because that did not look like school to me!"

"Well, at first he was..."

"Oh? And then what?"

I started rushing to explain what happened. "Well I was getting angry and then you walked in and said you were going to the bank then we started shouting and then Dad left so then I started yelling again and we were practically shouting simple sentences at each other and I asked if he hated me and he said no which made me feel really good but really mad at the same time so then I asked what was wrong if he didn't hate me so he kissed me and then we were talking about our feelings and everything and then I pushed him against a wall and well...you know what happened."

Mom blinked. "Say that again, in English please."

"Ugh!" I groaned. "Okay, go ahead and ground me. I don't care. But Mom, please don't tell Dad or his parents." We seemed to forget that Artie was still in the room.

"What, you think you're going to get off easy on this, Melissa? You think that just because you say 'please' makes everything alright? Well, the real world doesn't work like that, Melissa Widman!"

"Don't you mean 'Missy'?" I said brightly.

"Melissa Amanda Widman..." she shouted.

"Whoa, I guess not," I said cautiously.

"Melissa. I put a lot of trust in you..."

"And what is so wrong with that, Mom?" I said, suddenly angry, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm a teenager, you need to stop treating me like a baby!"

"I should go..." Artie said quietly, but Mom and I were yelling at each other by this point, so he seemed rooted to the spot.

"Well, you're not acting like a teenager!"

"It's just kissing, Mom, it's not like I'm like Quinn Fabray and got pregnant!"

"Don't you ever mention that in this house!"

"Why, just because I was a mistake doesn't mean I'll make the same one..."

"Go upstairs!" Mom shouted, pointing at the stairs.

"I hate you!" I said, finally crying tears of anger.

"Excuse me?"

"I hate you!" I said, completely forgetting about Artie altogether. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You can't keep telling me what to do! I'm not a little girl anymore!"

"You know what, Melissa, sometimes I wish you were."

"And what does that mean?" I said. "I don't see what's wrong with kissing someone I love..."

Mom froze. "What. Did you just say?"

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I said, I love him!"

"So you love someone you just met and hate your own mother?"

"Well I do right now!" I said, crying harder, my eyes burning.

"Go upstairs," my mom repeated, sounding calmer, yet somehow scarier, now.

"Fine!" I shouted, uncrossing my arms and clenching my fists. "I hate you!" I stormed out of the room, up the stairs, and slammed my door. I flopped on my bed, tears pouring out of my eyes.

Artie's POV

That was probably the scariest thing I had seen in my life.

It was even worse than the car crash that had left me paralyzed, if that was possible. I had never seen someone shout at their parents like that before, let alone hear the parents shout back.

Melissa's mother looked crushed as the door slammed up the stairs. It seemed as though Melissa had just ripped her heart in half.

"Um..." I said behind her. "This is awkward."

"Oh!" her mother said in shock, turning around. She smiled apologetically at me. "Sorry, Artie, I forgot you were here."

"I'll just be going..." I said, taking the brake off my wheelchair.

"I'm sorry about Missy," my mom said. "She just...she knows I want her to be careful with boys." I could tell, thinking of one of Melissa's last sentences before she left the room. Just because I was a mistake doesn't mean I'll make the same one. "I can be overprotective sometimes..."

"I get it," I said, "but I really think I should be going. My parents should..."

"I see," she said. "I'm really sorry," she repeated.

I started moving forward, then said, "Could you get the door, please?"

She awkwardly opened the door and held it for me, and I left the house. It was awkward. When I left, I texted my dad, asking if he could come pick me up, and waited. That's when I started thinking more about what Melissa said. Just because I was mistake doesn't mean I'll make the same one. I had noticed then that she didn't look like either of her parents, and neither were blonde. The latter could easily be passed off as genetics, but it didn't explain how she didn't look like either of her parents. I thought maybe she had been adopted, but it didn't add up, because she had said that she was a 'mistake' and her mother had seemed offended.

My head was still reeling when my mom stopped in front of the house.

Kurt's POV

I was looking through my closet, trying to figure out what to wear to dinner with my dad, when I could hear screaming coming from Melissa's house. I looked out the window. Nothing unusual seemed to be going on.

Then, a minute later, I saw Melissa's mother open the door as Artie left the house.

I smirked. Figures.

I went back to my closet.

Ohai I lied here's another chapter for you~ I had to add Artie's part because I just imagined him sitting there like "mlia" after Melissa left. And I really just added Kurt's part for fun xD

Average Ordinary Everyday Phsyco: I could have given you a review reply, but I decided to answer it here in case anyone was wondering. No, I don't really have a dreamcast for her. I really just imagine a regular teenage girl with blonde hair and light eyes (blue or green, my imagery changes from time to time) with glasses. Nothing really special. ~shrug~

-Hatter of Madness