Love Will Find Away
What can I say about Special Education except for MAGIC COMB 3 Brit/Artie may be my fave 'cannon' Artie ship…getting that off my chest I want to clarify something that threw some of my readers off guard…Why Mike asked Krissy to be his best person and didn't ask Matt to be his best man…well in my mind I definitely see Mike/Krissy having a special relationship (note the scene in chapter one of this fic where they are in Greese and Kristina tells Mike he's like another brother to her) I also think that Mike while he loves Cedes and wants to be with her is totally clueless and needs a female prospective on things as you'll see mentioned in this chapter ….anyway enjoy
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There were times that Kristina wished that Kurt had lived closer and now was one of those times as she began to ajust her web cam towards herself modeling the simple pair of dark jeans and pink top she had on while breathing in a slow succession of nervous breaths. Tonight was the night of her big date with Blaine and well to say she was nervous would be a bit of an understatement.
"I see you went with the less is more approach," her brother's voice spoke to her from his end causing her to let out a sigh as she looked down at her ensemble thankful in the moment that she had installed a web cam on her laptop as clearly she had no clue what she was doing.
"And what's wrong with dressing comfortably Kurt, I mean it's better then dressing like some kind of hoochie mama."
"Did you just say hoochie mama?" Kurt asked rolling his eyes as Kristina let out a laugh.
"You know I think I did," she said taking a seat, "In all seriousness though Blaine and I are just going to dinner and a student art showcase not some gala event…and besides cut me some slack, not everyone can be in a happy lovey dovey relationship with their High School sweetheart."
Kurt paused at his stepsister's comment and began to open his mouth when another voice rang out in the background.
"Kurtie cat, I'm back with…."
Her brother's face flushed a million shades of red as Matt entered the room freezing as he noticed what his roommate and partner was doing.
"Kristina," he simply said.
"Matt," she replied with a smile.
"I wouldn't be smiling if I were you."
"And why's that?"
"Yes Matthew," Kurt said as he crossed his arms, "why is that."
"Because, Kristina here has weaved some kind of spell and somehow convinced my best friend since the sandbox to ask her to be best person at his hypothetical wedding."
At this comment Kurt's eyes lit up like saucers, as this clearly was the first time he'd ever heard of these developments.
"Oh my god," Kurt said picking up his phone, "I can't believe Cedes…"
"Don't call her Kurt," Kristina said, "Mike hasn't popped the question in fact he hasn't even bought a ring which Matt brings up the reason he asked me to be his best person."
"I can't wait to hear it."
"He wants my female point of view."
Matt blinked still not getting it.
"He wants me to help pick out an engagement ring, figure out the proposal situation…"
"Basically have you propose to Cedes yourself," Kurt asked.
Kristina nodded.
"And then some, but I mean I owe a lot to Mike, I mean when we spent that month in Greece he took me out of a dark place."
Matt nodded.
"I understand," he said with a smile before he looked the girl over, "you look nice by the way not that you don't always look nice…."
"She's got a date," Kurt said, "pre-law, private education, let's just hope he's not another Kiefer clone…. you know I've taken up a new hobby right."
Kristina let out a little laugh as she remembered Kurt talking about his ninja skills on Christmas and how Puck had even given him some weaponry as a present.
"Yes, I know all about your hobby and if I need your ninja skills I'll definitely let you know."
"You do look good by the way Kris."
"Thanks Kurt," she said with a smile as she logged off to finish her date prep kind of glad that Quinn and Michael were out on their own date night that evening.
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He must have been somehow inebriated when he decided he wanted to do this as he entered the already crowed bar along side Nate and his girlfriend Cassie, guitar in hand.
"So," Nate asked, "got any idea what you want to sing yet."
Artie swallowed back a small lump that began to form in his throat as he took in that question. Short answer he definitely had an idea as to what he was going to sing as he'd done something he never dreamed that he would do, he composed his own song he planed to debut that evening even if it was just for himself.
"I've got it narrowed down to a short list," Artie said with a smile as he kept a poker face in tact. Truthfully he had no clue how he'd even managed to compose his own number as his head had been a million miles away all week and in that moment it stayed far away from the club. Making his way over to the bar to order a cherry coke he once again began to think of Kristina Davis.
He wondered if she had received his second letter yet? If she was in fact ignoring him or if she was trying to muster up the strength to face him again.
"Here you go," the young red head behind the bar, said sliding him his drink with a glint in her hazel eyes as they fell to the guitar that swung over his shoulders.
"You here for open mic?" she asked causing him to nod as he pulled his wallet out to pay.
"Don't bother, your money's no good here," she said with a smile as Nate slid up on the bar stool beside him.
"In that case I'm going to have a beer on my boy Abrams here."
"Can I see some ID?" the red head asked and Nate happily obliged before the young woman told him how much he owed.
"I told you it was on Abrams."
"Sorry, only the talent gets free drinks, unless you plan to sing."
"You wouldn't want to hear me sing," Nate said tossing his money on the counter while looking over to Artie.
"Your getting your drinks comped and all your drinking is a cherry coke?" he simply said as he rolled his eyes with no further comments.
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Kristina arrived downtown at the spot she and Blaine had agreed to meet at to find him already waiting for her on a park bench dressed in the same preppy chic style she'd seen in her classes and that day at the coffee house.
"For you," he said with a smile holding out a single flower out at her.
"Thanks," she said with a smile before nervously rocking back and fourth on her heels.
"Nervous?" Blaine asked as a half smile crossed his lips.
"Just a bit, yea."
"Don't be," he said in a reassuring yet totally sexy tone as he held out his hand for her to take, "so what does the lady want to do first."
Man he was a charmer.
"Well, I was thinking of maybe the art exhibit first?" Kristina spoke in a statement that sounded more like a question.
"As you wish."
Entering the gallery moments later the duo knew they were definitely in for an interesting night as they looked upon the brightly painted pink walls that surrounded them.
"I think we just walked into Barbie's dream house," Blaine said.
"Either that or we just drown in a vat of pepto bismol take your pick," Kristina replied with a smile as they began to look around at the exhibit which true to Blaine's comments was all about the famous doll however despite the pink walls a lot of the displays were somewhat darker.
"I can't believe people would drop that kind of money on jewelry made of mangled doll parts," Kristina said after they had spent a good hour perusing the exhibit, making small talk.
"What? You wouldn't want to accessorize yourself with a bracelet made out of dismembered Barbie hands?"
"God no, though if my friend Tina were the one making it my tune may change."
"This friend sounds rather interesting."
Kristina smiled.
"Tina is definitely a character. She may seem like just some shy meek girl next door when you first lay eyes on her but in reality she is pretty much the next Gothic Asian Martha Stewart."
"The next one?"
"You know what I mean," Kristina said with a smile as Blaine pointed to a small bar and grille that was a usual hot spot for the Yale crowd not that Kristina would know being reclusive for the longest time.
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Listening to the handful of acts that had come and gone from the stage he didn't know weather he should feel nervous or relieved after all the singers that patronized the club were a far cry from the Rachel's and Kurt's that his ears had gone accustomed to hearing on a regular basis. Speaking of, he wondered if either of his friends had made it big yet.
Pausing he realized his mind was wandering and took a sip of his coke trying to snap his mind into focus especially since he'd just heard his name being called over the PA system. It was his time to take the stage.
Sitting down on the center of the stage he began to adjust the guitar around his shoulder.
"Hello," he said into the mic causing a blood-curdling squeak to fill the club. Being the former AV club president he quickly was able to rectify the reverb as he began to speak once more.
"I'm Artie Abrams," he said, "and this is I'm The One."
He began to play the opening notes on his guitar before his voice began to ring out:
Even though there's still the sound of you humming inside of me
You know I'm not too sure with you in my bloodstream
Changing every piece of me
I'm wondering what do I cure
And I fall silent like a deadly sin, a lie you cannot see for what it isAnd I'm the one remaining
Remembering the moment I fell in love
And I'm the one just saying
Knowing the past can't be undone
And I'm the one remaining
Everything changes; now you're gone
He sucked in a breath of air as he tried to divert his mind from the montage of memories that was flickering on the film screen of his mind….
No matter what I try to mask
I can't explain the past and the love you've given me
Staring out at an open road, I've been broken
I don't wanna look back, face it honestly
Giving in is easy when it's said and done
With little hope left for what's to comeAnd I'm the one remaining
Remembering the moment I fell in love
And I'm the one just saying
Knowing the past can't be undone
And I'm the one remaining
Everything changes; now you're gone
As he began to play a miniature interlude on his guitar he wondered what she was doing at that very moment….
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"Ok," Kristina said mid meal with a smile on her face as she was falling for her date more and more with each passing moment, "lets play a game, I ask a question and then you honestly answer it and so on and so fourth."
"Sounds like fun."
"Ok, question one favorite color."
"Blue…my turn, favorite food."
"My homemade cannoli…favorite book."
"Your going to think I'm a dork when I answer."
"Try me."
"Harry Potter," Blaine said with an adorable smile, "though contrary to what you think not all boarding schools are as totally awesome as Hogwarts is."
Kristina held back a laugh with no success.
"You think I'm a dork…don't you?"
"Not at all, I mean my cousin Spence loves those books…then again he's twelve."
"Well he has good taste."
Kristina just nodded.
"Anyway, next question."
Kristina was about to open her mouth however Blaine interjected.
"It's my turn."
"No it's not, you asked if I thought you were dorkey."
"Not fair that wasn't a real question."
Kristina shrugged.
"Anyway, so why did you end your last relationship."
"Can I take a dare instead?"
Kristina shook her head while Blaine sucked in a breath.
"Well…he…"
"He?"
"Kristina, I don't want to lead you on, I asked you out on this 'date' because I wanted to get to know you more….as a friend….I'm gay."
"Of course you are…. I mean the first guy I date was abusive, the second guy abandoned me and the third is gay…. Like mother like daughter right…at least your not a serial killer are you Blaine?"
He was in shock at his companion's tearful rant as he shook his head.
"No, I'm not a serial killer, however I meant it, you're a sweet girl and I want to be friends if you'll let me."
She paused as she looked into his eyes, which despite his confession caused her to go weak in the knees.
She just nodded before turning her frown into a half smile trying to hold back a laugh.
"You'd think having a gay step brother my gadar would be in tact."
"You have a gay brother…. Is he single?"
"No, however it's a shame that his boyfriend is practically family at this point because the two of you would look so cute together."
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"Kristina?" Michael called out as he and Quinn entered the apartment after heading back from the theater, the movie they planed to see being sold out.
No answer.
"I guess she and Blaine are having a good time," Quinn said.
"I hope not too good of a time," Michael replied kissing his girlfriends cheek.
After his lips pulled back she noticed the mail hadn't been collected from the box that day and so she headed out to check it while Michael mentioned looking to see what movies were on demand at the moment.
"Bill…bill…sweepstakes…advertisement…no…no…"
Kristina Davis
The taunting scrawl of the second letter from Artie Abrams looked up at Quinn…taunting her as she entered the living room.
"Anything good?" Michael asked.
Quinn shook her head as she breezed into her room and popped open her drawer and ripped open the first note reading it to herself as she'd now been curious as to what Artie had to say which lead to this persistence.
Meus Diligo-
I suck.
I should never of wrote you that letter last year pushing you away like I did…
So Artie apparently was sorry for what he did. However it was this line that peaked Quinn's curiosity.
… You won't be disappointed considering that… well your attending Yale I'm sure you can figure out how I got this letter into your second floor apartment….
'Yes,' Quinn said looking at the elevator which was perpetually broken and had been on that Valentines Day evening, 'how did you get up to the second floor unless you can…no…impossible.'
It was then she placed letter one in an envelope and placed it back in her draw before she opened up this new letter.
Kristina-
I don't know if you got my last letter but I hope that this one found you well. Like I said before I'm a huge ass…
Again Quinn had to comment the boy for taking responsibility of his actions.
Sucking in a breath of fresh air Quinn picked up the phone not caring that Michael was in the next room and began to dial a familiar number.
"Hello," Puck said from the other line.
"Hello, it's Quinn, I need your bad ass PI skills."
TBC
I don't know if I'll go into more of Krissy/Blaine's date, Open Mic, or the Quick convo next chapter…should I? Also are you loving this hating this have mixed feelings…. Let me know where you stand and what characters/couples/arcs you want to see more of….also thanks to the dynamic duo of Beth&Kat for Matt's pet name for Kurt… Artie's 'Original Song' is actually called 'I'm The One' by Kristen Alderson