The small stitck landed perfectly upright, right in the middle of the group of gawking friends. But it stopped more perfectly infront of Artie, right in front of him and his wheels. His face is a pale white shade and his expression is of clear shock. He wants to tell himself that the little stick is just a mirage. He wonders if this is just a cruel nightmare. But he knows he is not asleep. It's way to real. She got the fancy test. No lines or colors. You either get the words pregnant or not pregnant. There, screaming in his face, was only one word...pregnant.
People started looking up, everyone speechless. Some looked as if they were afraid to speak. If they said a word, the room would shatter. Mercedes was the first to speak.
"No not Tina, girlfriends been through enough."
"I can't belive she cheated on Wheels," Puck added just as in shock as everyone else.
Artie seemed to suddenly grow tense.
"Tina did not cheat on Artie," Kurt shrieked in Pucks direction, "she would never do such a thing."
"Well then how did she end up pregnant, they can't have sex," leave it to Puck to make the situation even worse than it already was.
Artie suddenly spoke up wanting to defend himself and Tina, "Yes we can have sex and we have. She didn't cheat. It's mine." He added the last part quitely.
Quinn, who had been standing off to the side while everyone argued about the incident that just happened, suddenly spoke up when old memories filled her mind.
"Everybody stop it! Tina is scared and she is somewhere alone and crying. We don't know what she's going to do, she probably doesn't know what she is going to do. But instead of standing here talking about it we should help her. You guys helped me, and even though we wish she wasn't going through this, she is. So stop talking and go find her!"
As if on que, everyone started running towards the door when Mr. Schue suddenly came threw the door, startled by the sudden crowd.
"Hey guys, what's wrong with Tina? I just ran into her in the hall."
No one wanted to speak, they didn't know what to say. But they didn't have to. Mr. Schue spotted the little stick sitting in the middle of the room and made his way over to inspect it. His face dropped into a saddened frown. He knew what it meant. He looked over at Artie, who had his head hung low.
"Oh no," was all he could say.