Artie was wheeling himself out of the building when he noticed Finn's truck not too far down the line. Inside the truck he saw Quinn pushing him away from her with tears spilling down her cheeks. She said something to Finn that Artie could not hear and got of the truck. Her feet touched the pavement and she slammed the door shut behind her, wiping furiously at her face. Artie was now only a few feet away from her. He had to say something, a girl as pretty as Quinn should never look that sad. "Quinn," His voice was soft; as if he was afraid she'd be frightened and scamper off like a spooked animal.
She lifted her eyes and looked at him from underneath her lashes, "Oh, Hi, Artie." He gave her a nod as he nervously adjusted his tie. Finn, Artie noticed, looked flustered inside the truck and quickly left the scene. Quinn sighed as more tears fell from her hazel eyes. "Do you… I mean… Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" He was nervous for some reason. Quinn walked towards him and down a few fit to sit down on a bench that rested against the wall. Artie wheeled himself over to her and put in his brakes so he sat facing her, their knees almost touching. She sniffled softly and pulled on her white cardigan, hugging herself tightly.
"Why does he always do this? I understand I hurt him before, I do. But, I loved him. I did, Artie. I loved him so much. And he runs off to Rachel, every time. Am I not good enough?" She looked straight at him, not bothering to wipe at her tears, "Why can't anyone love me? That's all I want." Artie shook his head; Finn broke up with her, again. Gingerly, Artie reached out and placed a hand on Quinn's bicep, trying to comfort her. She let go of her personal hug and moved to grab onto his hand. "Finn is an idiot, if he can't see how wonderful you truly are."
Quinn shook her head and sniffled again, "I'm not wonderful. I'm anything but." Artie tugged on her fingers and shook his head again. "You're beautiful, and caring and smart. Any guy would be lucky to have you, Quinn. Besides, you are loved. So many people love and care about you." She scoffed softly, "Like whom?" Artie suddenly got nervous. He used his free hand to rub the back of his neck. He took in a breath and sighed, "Well, like me." Artie looked down in his lap, not daring to look into Quinn's watery eyes at the moment.
Suddenly, Artie's hand was moved and he looked up to see Quinn holding it between both of her hands, and she had a small smile on her face. She stood up slowly and straightened out her dress before moving to sit down in Artie's lap. He was shocked but kept his composure. "Really?" She questioned. He smiled and nodded, "You're perfect, Quinn. And you know, I meant it last year when we sang 'Lean on me'. I'm here for you, always."
She wiped away her tears and a genuine smile fell across her face. "Thank you, Artie." And she pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.