"And then the movie premiered and we were on top of the world...for a while..."

Artie rolled up to the hotel room, his ears still pounding from the party music. Quinn on his left, she'd had a few drinks in her and was sending kisses down his cheek, to his neck, unbuttoning his shirt in the process. Artie had to admit that he wasn't entirely innocent here either, and was kind of seeing double- but hell, what else were you supposed to do when you just premiered your first Hollywood film? He had his lovely fiancé to his left, a movie under his belt, and some pretty amazing news to reveal. A few celebratory glasses of champagne were well-deserved.

He fumbled with the room key as Quinn raked her fingernails down his chest and nibbled on his ear. "Calm down, woman!" he chuckled, turning the doorknob, "I've got somethin' to tell you."

He looked up at Quinn, who ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. "No, no more surprises. I already had the surprise of my life by how amazing the movie turned out."

Artie raised an eyebrow playfully. He knew she didn't mean it the way it sounded.

"Oh, you know what I mean, Mr. Spielberg- I mean, Mr. Tarantino- I mean, Mr. Perfect." Her green eyes peered at him as she removed her jewelry. Her navy blue dress hugged her figure and then flared at her hips. Her hair softly curled and her makeup dramatic, Quinn looked like an old Hollywood starlet. Artie couldn't keep his eyes off of her all night.

"I'm flattered, Ms. Monroe- I mean, Ms. Hepburn- I mean, Ms. Flawless In Every Way." Artie gave a smirk. Quinn giggled as she shimmied out of her dress.

"Well, if you have such amazing news," She stretched, clearly showing off her body to him, clad only in her bra and undies, "I guess I'll go put my pajamas on." She was teasing, he could tell.

Artie gave a laugh. "Go on, then. You'll want to be comfortable when I tell you anyway."

Quinn rolled her eyes with a smile. "You're no fun." She jogged into the bathroom.

"I hate when you leave, but I love to watch you go!" Artie shouted after her as he rolled over to his suitcase. What better way to top off a movie premiere than with some of the greatest news of his life? He'd visited a hospital while Quinn was at an audition…and met a doctor who specialized in stem cell treatment. Since they were getting married, he figured he kind of wanted to actually dance with her for their first dance…Or at least stand at the end of the aisle for her. He had the paperwork right there in his suitcase and he couldn't wait to tell Quinn.

She reentered the room in her nightgown with a hairbrush in her hand. "Okay, spill." She said before standing in front of the vanity. Quinn began brushing the hairspray out of her curls. Artie sucked in a breath as he clutched the paperwork in his hands. It would be best to just…go right into it.

"I'm going to walk again." He blurted. Okay, maybe he hadn't intended it to come out just like that.

Quinn stopped brushing. "….Wait, what?" she chuckled, taken aback by the news.

"Stem cell!" Artie rolled up next to her in the vanity mirror and slapped the paperwork down onto the desk. She eyed it in silence, and her intent stare made Artie believe she'd been reading it word-for-word.

"Wow." Was all she said. He could tell in her face that she was afraid…afraid of what? The falter in her voice when she spoke said that she felt uneased by this information. Why? Why wasn't she beaming, throwing her arms around him, kissing him all over? This was the greatest news of his life…why wasn't she happy?

"I'm gonna dance with you at our wedding, babe." He said quietly, taking Quinn by the hips.

She cocked her head and looked him in the eye. "Is that what this is about? I don't need to dance with you to have a perfect wedding." Her hand reached out and cupped his cheek. "As long as I'm marrying you, I'm amazing."

Artie knit his brows. "Aren't you happy? At least a little?"

Quinn set down her hairbrush on the desk, and the clank echoed throughout the silence in the hotel room. "Of course, baby." She gave a sad smile, and the room was silent again.

"Then look happier." Artie could understand, now- she didn't think it was going to work. She thought this was a waste of time…just like everyone told him his entire life.

"I am happy!" she defended. "It's just…"

Artie couldn't contain himself any longer. He had to call her out on this. "It's just that you don't think I'm going to walk again."

The words seemed to shock Quinn. "I never said that."

"You of all people, Q. Out of all people, I would've expected you to have at least a little bit of faith in me." Artie took his hands off her hips and rolled backward. Seriously, in the three years of their relationship, he'd never been this angry with her. Quinn was supposed to be the love of his life and here she was, doubting his biggest dream.

"It's not you I don't have faith in!" she responded, "It's this science- these treatments. They haven't been around for very long, and don't have a very high success rate. It has nothing to do with you." Her voice was shaking- they'd never fought like this before. Little squabbles, of course, over stupid things, but just the thought of something as serious as this getting between them…Artie could tell it scared her. In fact, it scared him, too. But he knew that there was a chance it wouldn't work…and hearing it coming from Quinn, the person who was supposed to support him through everything. He couldn't help but want to fight about this.

He continued to wheel backward, nearly squishing himself against the wall. "I can't believe you." He shook his head. He watched as Quinn shut her eyes tightly, and placed a hand on her hip. He'd seen her in high school- she could hold her own in a fight. She was choosing to back off.

"Can we not? I'm drunk, you're drunk, and we're saying things we don't mean." She continued to brush her curls. Artie could see that her eyes were glazing over in deep thought, and eventually misting over with tears.

"How can you love me and not support me in this?" Artie asked, quieter now.

She shut her eyes, and a single tear fell. "I do. I just don't want to see you disappointed." She put the hairbrush down once more and looked him in the eye. "You and I? We're used to getting disappointed. By life, by people we love…" Normally, Artie would feel offended. But since this was Quinn and they'd had this conversation many late nights lying in bed together…he knew it was the truth. "Tonight we finally got perfection. All those people out there that watched your movie didn't care that you were in a chair. They didn't care that I was a teen mother in high school even though the tabloids are already buzzing about it. They cared that you are fantastic behind a camera. And I'll love you, wheels and all. We dance all the time. I don't need to do what everyone else defines as 'dancing' at our wedding. I just need you. That's all I'll ever need. And I don't want to be the reason that you'll be getting disappointed again. Because you don't deserve that."

Artie bit his lip. He knew now- Quinn didn't want to feel guilty if he got disappointed by the treatments. "Baby." He said quietly, almost a whisper as he rolled forward. "…Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not doing this for you. I'm not doing it for anyone but me. This," he gestured to the paperwork, ",has been my dream since I was eight years old. So there's a possibility that it couldn't work- but it ain't gonna hurt to try."

Quinn's face flushed. She turned her head away from him. "I'm so stupid." She moaned. She locked her fingers behind her neck, resting her elbows on the vanity. Artie reached a hand up and began rubbing her back.

"No, you're not. I don't even think I knew I wasn't doing it for you until just now." Ever since the doctor's appointment, he'd had his mind set on the wedding…He'd lost sight of his dream. It wasn't until he thought he'd lost Quinn's approval did he realize how much it really meant to him.

"I'm stupid and selfish." Quinn muttered into the desk. Artie gave a chuckle.

"No, you're drunk, remember? We're saying things we don't mean." He teased.

Quinn looked up with a smirk. "Yeah, well, I feel stupid. This is your dream…and I wanted to take it away from you."

"No, you didn't. You were trying to protect me." Artie clutched her hips once more, feeling the satin of her nightgown on the palms of his hands.

"You don't need my protection." He watched as Quinn shook her head. Her hands reached out and grabbed him by the cheeks, "You are a grown-ass man."

Artie couldn't help but laugh at the fact that he was clearly rubbing off on her. "Damn straight. And I'm a grown-ass man who will have his feet firmly planted on the ground someday."

"Someday soon." She corrected, before placing a peck on his lips, "And I will be with you every step of the way." She continued to kiss him until Artie gave a laugh.

"Was that pun completely intended?" he muttered between the softness of her lips and his own laughter.

Quinn responded with a giggle. "Damn straight." Their lips were together once more, and barely parted the rest of the night.

Oh, yes. He was definitely rubbing off on her.