Hey guys, if you're still reading this story, heres a cookie *hands cookie*
I've noticed an ungodly lack of Tartie love around here and I will not stand for it! So, this is a story about Artie and Tina (mostly through Artie's perspective) but there will be other ships in this story and a little scandal from others. (You'll see)
Warning: This chapter will have some swear words, sexual tones, some painfully bad text messaging, and a seriously awkward scene between Kurt and Finn (no not THAT one!)
Let me know what you think and Read on, my lovelies!
Oh and, I don't own Glee, I just love it so much that I have to write fan fiction..Oh and i'm also lazy and uncreative.
Later that day...
The room was still as a deserted night as he logged off of his e-mail account.
No messages, what a suprise.
Any mail for him? He searched the top of the computer desk for any crisp white envelopes.
Nothing.
Three days until Artie's birthday and still he hadn't recieved a phone call, e-mail, card, or even the slightest mention of it from anyone. Well, there were still a few days left. Someone will probably say something in a couple of days. Those subjects weren't usually brought up until the day before or the day on it.
Artie heard the faint noise of the television down the hall. A soft blue light blinking and fading in a line underneath his door.
Mom must be watching The Price is Right again..
He slowly wheeled himself down the corridor, making a sharp turn into the living room. His brother, Franklin, was stretched onto the couch with a bag of potato chips in his hand.
" So how was school, Frankie?" Artie asked.
Without moving his gaze from the screen, the little brother shrugged,
"Ehh..", and popped another chip in his mouth.
" Don't eat so many of those, you might spoil your appetite." He went to the other side of the couch, passing across Frankie's view of the T.V.
" What are you, my mom?" he mumbled to himself, shifting around and adjusting his drawstring pants.
" Your brother's right, honey. Don't fill yourself up before I finish this lasagna." Artie could see his mother, Joanna, across the open archway to the kitchen. She was taking off her oven mitts and browsing the spice rack for some sage.
" So did you have fun your last day of Glee Club, sweetie?" She pulled out the little glass jar and rolled in her aged hands.
Artie looked down at the floor for a second and met his mother's gaze.
" Uh, yeah.." He began, " We did that one song from The Breakfast Club.."
" Oh! You mean uh.." She snapped her fingers together a couple of times, " You mean the one that goes..'Don't you..Forget about me.'?" She sang a couple of bars.
Artie nodded, "and actually I was thinking of going to-"
" Wow..Something smells great!" Artie's father came inside and hung his keys on the coat cook. " Sorry I'm late. Boss made me stay after and crunch some extra numbers." He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair and loosened his gold and green striped tie like he was getting out of a hangman's noose.
" Heya Sport!" He patted Artie's shoulder as he passed on by.
" No problem, you're just in time for my lasagna." Joanna slid the mitts back on when he's attention was at his father. She pulled out the glass pan and closed the door with her knee. Her husband went up to her and gently grabbed a handful of hair while rubbing the back of her head, kissing her on the forehead.
" How was your day, dear?" He asked, touching foreheads with her.
She sighed, " Tiring..But I guess that's what I get for choosing a job where I have to make sure no one chokes on Play-Doh. Thank god it'll all be over soon." Artie's mom had a job teaching arts and crafts at West Lima Elementary. They were in a different school district from their part of town so all the kids were finishing school the next week.
" Anyway, dinner's ready if anyone wants it." She tucked a dirty dish blond lock of hair behind her ear and fanned the food with her oven mitt.
At the dinner table..
After about 10 minutes, Franklin left his half-eaten plate claiming he wasn't that hungry (what a shock). Artie sat twisting the cheese around on his fork lazily in thought. His father wiped the orange spot from the corner of his lips with a paper towel square.
" So Artie, m'boy," His dad started the thought, " You still seeing that little asian girl..What's her name?"
"Tina, Richard. Her name's Tina." His mother looked at him.
" Yeah. She and some of our other friends are going to a party tonight." He continued fiddiling with his cheese.
" Oh?"
" Anyway, I was invited to come. It's at Kurt Hummel's place." He stared at his plate.
" Hummel? As in Hummel's Tires and Lube?" His mother prodded.
" Yeah." Burt Hummel was well known as the owner and operator of several Tire shops all over Ohio. Kurt was living well and dressed fashionably enough to prove his success. The price tag on some of the outfits were the same as a big flatscreen T.V.
" You know, I met Burt Hummel once." Rich cut a piece of pasta with the side of his fork, " Nice guy. Gave me a discount on some tires. Even put them on my car for free." He stuck the food in his mouth. " Is he gonna be there when this party is going on?"
Artie tried to remember if he said anything about his dad. He knew his dad let him have the party but wasn't sure if he was really going to stick around and watch a bunch of teenagers horse around.
" I guess so." Artie bit his lower lip. He felt the vibration of his phone go off in his pocket. He flipped it open, revealing a text.
Friday, 6/18 7:13pm
From: Finn
dude where r u
*~frankenteen~*
" I'm guessing they want you there?" His dad raised a brow and sipped some diet coke from his cup. The glow of the screen reflecting in his glasses.
Friday, 6/18 7:13pm
From: Finn
r u even cuming
*~frankenteen~*
" Seems like it." He began typing a reply.
Friday, 6/18 7:15pm
From: Arty
I'm asking my parents right now. Chill
"What's he saying?" Rachel asked over the music.
Finn looked back at his screen.
" He's saying he's asking his parents. Do you have Tina's number? She isn't here either."
Rachel shook her head. "Mercedes does though..Kurt too."
Finn looked back over the message. Maybe he should get her number and call her.
" So.." She relaxed on the soft gray sheets, " We're all alone." Smiling, she threw an arm over her head.
" Well, if you want, we can go back upstairs." He pointed above them with his thumb.
" Or we could do something else." She grabbed Finn by his hoodie, pulling him towards her face. " Can you think of anything we could be doing now?" She deviously whispered to him, running a hand up and down her thigh.
" Hmm.." He looked up and down at her slowly, " Well, we just moved my XBox down here. Wanna play Halo 3?"
She rolled her eyes, a groan escaping her lips.
"Seriously, Finn. I'm offering you something very pleasurable and erotic right now. Do you want to do it or not?"
Is this for real?
" It?" He stressed as if the one world could explain everything, " Like, 'It' it?"
With no words she grabbed his hand and placed it under her skirt.
Finn's pulse started to race. He was full of excitement (in more ways than one). He slid a hand underneath her waist and pressed his lips passionately against her mouth.
He then tugged at the back of her hair which she seemed to like from her vocal response.
There are so many things I could try with her now...
The kissing grew deeper and more passionate as the seconds rolled by. He tugged at the bow on the front of her shirt, loosening her top.
It was all going according to plan..
"FINN!" He heard a girl's voice shout from across the room.
Oh shit. It's Kurt.
" What the HELL are you doing on my bed!" He knew what they were doing. He could see it from the tightness in Finn's pants.
" Shit Kurt, you weren't supposed to see that. Please don't tell your dad." In all honesty, that was his first fear. He's seen Burt mad..He's seen his mom mad as well. There was no way he would get away from her wrath if she found out about this.
"Oh, I'm sure I wasn't." He placed his hands on his hips and looked over to Rachel, " A little loose, Rachel. and i'm not talking about your blouse."
Mercedes peeked through the door. Stifling giggles.
This is scandalous good..
" I beg your pardon, Kurt. I'm am appalled by your outlandish accusations! Furthermore, I will not let you stand here and hurl you hein-"
" Get the fuck out!" He pointed up the stairs, his face reddening by the second.
For the first time in...Well, ever, Rachel had no words. With that she just nodded and obeyed.
At that moment, he knew Kurt's apple came from the same tree. Finn slowly backed up into the wall as Kurt closed in on him.
"Y'know. It's enough that you come into my room, make out on my bed but you had to do it...With Rachel!" He said her name as if he was holding down the bile from his throat which was entirely possible.
"Look Kurt, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking-"
" You're damn right you weren't! You never think about anything, Finn!" He shook a well manicured finger in his face, " Especially when it comes to my feelings." He turned the same finger to his own chest.
Kurt was still getting over the fact that he could never be with Finn. A fact that until now, he refused to believe. He didn't like guys like him. Small, effeminate, soft little boys. He liked the all around guys' guy. The tough guy. The jock. Finn was that kind of guy.
In a way, he wasn't mad at Finn..He was mad at himself for trying to lie all this time.
I guess i'll have to accept the fact that we will be brothers one day...and just move on..
The thought of it broke his heart but it had to be done.
"Y'know what?" He wiped a tear from his cheek briskly, " Screw it. Do whatever you want but I won't let you ruin this party for me." He walked up to the steps.
Finn still stood frozen in shock, not knowing whether to stay below ground or get the hell out of dodge.
He pulled back out his phone.
Friday, 6/18 7:42
From: Finn
k c ya l8ter
*~frankenteen~*