In chapter 1- when I wrote sectionals I meant regionals.
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Awkwardly the two left the choir room (hearing Santana and Mike being assigned to The Impossible Dream) to go to the computer lab with the sheet music to I'm Yours sitting on Artie's lap.
"So. Um Artie, I don't really know much about music, so I'm afraid I won't be much help with the arranging part," Quinn said, just above a whisper.
"Oh, that's ok, I'm sure that you will be helpful no matter what, and truth be told I don't know that much either, despite what some people may think."
"But you have arranged so many of the glee songs for us!"
"Well, yes I have, but I got a lot of help from my guitar teacher and my dad, who knows a lot about music." With a quiet "Oh" from Quinn the two entered the lab and chose the cleanest computer available.
"Artie, I'm just going to put it out there, I absolutely hate this song. It reminds me too much of… stuff. Sorry." A hint of rose appeared on her cheeks as she looked down to pick at her cuticles.
"Don't apologize, it reminds me of stuff too. Like at our eighth grade formal I asked someone to dance to this song and she just laughed and walked away." He suddenly turned a much deeper shade of red than Quinn and started to peel and stick the Velcro on his gloves. "Sorry, I don't want to go loading my troubles on you. I've already said too much already."
"No, it's really OK Artie, but I think we should get started on the assignment. I'll pull it up on YouTube if you take notes." Artie was slightly disappointed that they had to stop talking, but than shook himself mentally; this was Quinn Fabray, the Quinn Fabray who was probably going to get the entire cheerleading squad to slushie him the moment they left the lab. "Artie? I was asking you what you thought of singing the first stanza, then I would sing the second."
"Hmm… what? Oh yeah that sounds good." Artie though his face must be turning purple from embarrassment.
"Artie, why are you so nervous? It's not like I'm going to get the entire cheerleading squad to come slushie you after we're done here today."
"I'm sorry Quinn!" He gasped, "I-I-I I just well I'm sorry, normally I don't act this stupid, I'm just not having a good day." After about another thirty seconds of awkward silence he said slowly, "Do you think we should change the key? Because I can sing it fine, but if you would like it better a step up, that's fine with me."
"No, no the key is fine for me as well, I'm also assuming that I will be singing this up an octave, because I do not work the man voice well." Artie and Quinn were silent until a few moments later they burst out laughing, jokingly deciding that Artie would be singing in his falsetto voice, and Quinn in her best interpretation of a man's.
That conversation broke the ice, and the two worked on the arrangement until the bell rang. "I think we got a lot of work done, I'm going to take this to my dad, and we can work out the harmonies, if you want you could come over on Saturday and we could practice."
"Yeah that sounds great! Can I just get your number and address?" After they exchanged information, they walked out of the lab to hear Puck and Tina shouting at each other about their rendition of Baby by Justin Bieber.
Quinn and Artie turned to each other and just smiled.