A/N: I finally got this chapter finished. It took me a while- but here it is! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters

The next morning in Cleveland, Santana made it downstairs only to hear some yelling coming from the TV room. It sounded like Artie and her dad. She was already dreading the worse and assumed Michelle opened her big mouth. She took a deep breath before going into the TV room.

"Come on!" Her dad yelled at the TV.

"That's garbage!" Artie also yelled back at the TV. Santana noticed they were watching a soccer game.

"Sorry, San." Her dad said after noticing she was there. "Did we wake you?"

"No, "

"Sorry if our trash talking is too loud. Sal here needs to tone it down a bit." Artie smiled at her.

"Artie, remind me to teach you that saying something is 'garbage' isn't what they mean by trash talking." Santana added dryly. "What are you two watching that has you so worked up?"

"GOOOOOOOAL!" Sal screamed at the TV. She stood there staring at them, waiting for a response. "Oh…sorry." Her dad started again. "Soccer game. Live."

"From Europe." Artie added.

"European league." Her dad completed.

"Almost over." Artie ended. Santana rolled her eyes at the two of them who were so into the game that they couldn't even talk in complete sentences. Santana went into the kitchen and poured some cereal and milk into a bowl. She sent a text to Michelle wanting to know if she said anything to her dad. Luckily, Michelle didn't. After Santana had her breakfast, she went into the TV room as the game was finishing up.

"Who won?" Santana asked as she sat down on the couch.

"Not the team that should've won." Sal replied with a shrug.

"Sorry," she tried to fake an interest.

"What time are you two going to Lima?" Her dad asked. "I don't mind if you two stay another night, but I know both of your mothers are expecting you tonight."

"We're not planning on leaving until 4 or 5." Artie explained as he glanced over to Santana who nodded.

"But we might go out soon." Santana spoke up. "We might as well make the best of the few hours we have left here."

"Good," Sal stated. "I have a tee time at noon but I'll be back before you leave. I can cancel golf today if you two need me for anything."

"No, that's fine." Santana quickly replied.

"Thought so." Her dad added before leaving Artie and Santana alone in the TV room.

"Sorry about earlier. The game was really good and…" Artie was cut off when Santana placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards her slightly for a kiss. What can she say? She likes to be in control. The kiss was just a short and sweet kiss on the lips that probably lingered longer than it should have, not that anyone was complaining.

"Wow." Artie mumbled as he pulled away a bit.

"And that's how I say Good Morning," Santana teased as she took a place on the couch and he let out a bit of chuckle. "What do you want to do today?"

"I want to take you out…like, on a date." Artie said a bit nervously, as if he was expecting her to say no.

"That would be nice." She said softly with a smile. "What do you have in mind?"

"I have a few ideas." He let out. "Go get ready and we'll leave in like half an hour."

"Sounds good. I just have to change." She said as she got off the couch and went upstairs. Artie went to his room and changed.

An hour later, the two of them pulled up to the museum and Santana parked the car.

"Can you tell me what we're doing here?" Santana asked. "You can't tell me to drive here without telling my why." She reasoned.

"Let it go. You'll see when we get inside." He said casually. "Just..before we go in, have an open mind. It's definitely not what you're probably used to." He admitted a bit nervously.

"Ok," Santana frowned a bit. She didn't like that he was nervous or how he thought she might not have an open mind. Santana is attracted to Artie when he's more confident.

The two of them made it inside and just as they walked in, Artie noticed Santana's huge smile. He took a deep breath as a sign of relief.

"How did you know about this?" Santana smiled. "I should've known better than to leave you alone with my dad."

"If I knew you liked ballet, then I would've tried to get us into a better show…"

"No, trust me. This is great." She said with a huge smile. "I wanted to see this exhibition and show this weekend, but I thought you would hate it. I mean I know this is probably not your first choice to spend a Saturday…"

"It will be fun." Artie said with fake enthusiasm. The truth is that he didn't know what to expect, but wanted Santana to have a good time. He wasn't going to ruin things by confessing that he doesn't know crap about ballet.

The two of them walked around the exhibition with Santana explaining different things to Artie. To say that she's well-versed would be an understatement. She began explaining techniques and Artie was listening attentively with a smile.

After the two finished with the exhibition and watched a short ballet performance, they left the museum and stopped by a place to get lunch. They got a good table and made their orders, but neither one knew what to talk about.

"Did you have fun?" Santana asked Artie.

"It was nice and different. I won't lie- it wouldn't have been my first choice, but I enjoyed it. You know a lot about ballet."

"I've been taking lessons since I was 4." Santana said casually.

"How come you never mentioned it?"

"I don't know. How come you never mentioned that you're a soccer fan." She answered with a question.

"I asked you first." He smiled.

Santana paused for a bit and took a sip of her water. "I just don't talk about everything I do. I remember Rachel and Jesse practically announcing to the whole glee club every voice or dance lesson they had. Kurt tells everyone what to wear and whatever sales are going on…I just keep some things private."

"Fair enough." Artie shrugged as he sipped his coke.

"How about you? Since when have you been into sports?" Santana asked. "You don't seem like the jock type." She instantly hated how that sounded. She knew people in wheelchairs play/watch sports, but she always knew Artie as a singer/guitarist. "You just always seemed like the musical type." Santana clarified.

"Because that's all you've seen me do." Artie replied casually. It then occurred to Santana that she doesn't know anything about Artie before his accident.

"Oh," she let out weakly, feeling slightly embarrassed. There was this great boy that she liked a lot, sitting in front of her, and he's made more of an effort to get to know her. She can't say the same.

"No worries." He tried to reassure her. "I used to play soccer before my accident. I was really into it and my whole family is actually athletic, but I was the only one into soccer. My dad played college basketball and my older brother plays now for his school."

"Oh cool…how about your younger brother?" Santana asked.

"He's on his middle school team, but I think he's more into track."

"Why did you pick soccer if your whole family is into basketball?" She questioned.

"I didn't want to be compared to my older brother and I just liked soccer more."

"That's cool." She smiled.

"Yeah." Artie sounded a bit defeated. "But soccer is a sport you can't play in a wheelchair, but basketball has it's own leagues for players in wheelchairs." He was staring down at the table while playing with his napkin.

"Do you think of taking it up? I think you'd be good." Santana asked with a smile, trying to cheer him up.

"No, I only want to play soccer because…" Artie stopped and made eye contact with Santana. He wasn't comfortable talking about things that personal. "Forget it." He smiled weakly, hoping she would let it go. He was wrong.

"No, tell me." She insisted as she leaned more on the table. "I told you about my secret ballet lessons."

"Your lessons are hardly a secret. Look at you…you're an awesome dancer." Santana blushed at his compliment. "And you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Neither do you, Artie. So tell me." She continued as she gently put her hands over his, causing him to stop playing with the napkin

A faint smile crept on his face as his attention turned back to that crumpled napkin. He drew in a deep breath before starting. "I was 8 and at one of my soccer games. It had been a really close game and it was our last one for the season. It was starting to drizzle and we were expecting the refs to end the game. The other team's goalie was far from the net and I had an open shot. I was a kid and stupidly excited that I was going to take the shot and win the game. As I was about to take the shot, I slipped on some wet grass and blew the shot horribly." Artie said while finally looking up at Santana. She nodded along, not sure where he's going with this.

"Ok," Santana let out in a whisper.

"My team wasn't really mad because the game at a tie since the rain got much worse and the refs decided to just end it. I was pretty bummed because it was one of the few games my dad actually watched. He came from work and met us at the game. It was a big deal to me because I knew he never really like soccer. I went home with my mom where she tried to cheer me up. She said something about the hundred other games I can play and win…"

"That sounds like something your mom would say…" Santana smiled.

"Usually, yes." Artie paused. "The rain got heavier on the ride home and my mom couldn't swerve away fast enough from that drunk driver…"

Santana realized that Artie was talking about his last soccer game. He couldn't play any other times because his last game was right before the accident. She squeezed his hand and Artie knew he didn't need to continue.

"It's like you keep giving me reasons to just jump over this table and make out with you." Santana said with a smirk.

"What?" Artie was epically confused.

"Not being able to play soccer hasn't stopped you from watching it and getting all enthusiastic for a game. It's just amazing. Most people who would've been in your situation would want nothing to do with soccer or any sport. I've been in crutches for less than a week and didn't want to see anyone dance or cheerlead."

"Yeah?"

"You're strong and resilient and just all kinds of...hot." Santana whispered, causing Artie to smile. "It must be some sort of personal growth." She added to echo the advice he gave her the first day of school as she leaned over the table and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Ahem!" The older waitress interrupted as she stood there, holding their food. Santana and Artie pulled away. The waitress smiled as she placed their orders in front of them. "So cute." She added, causing Santana to turn red.

It was as simple as that. With Santana being her blatantly honest and inappropriate self, she was able to make Artie feel better. Feel good, actually. There was no better way to end their first official date.

A/N:

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I feel we all needed some more Artie and Santana. I actually missed writing them. I also wanted to establish Artie and Santana's relationship further before sending them back to Lima, where there will be some inevitable drama. Please let me know what you think. I love hearing from readers!

R&R, P&TY!