"Artie, this isn't your first date ever is it?" Quinn chuckled.
Artie knew why she asked that. His hands were trembling. He was sweating through his argyle sweaters. He bet he looked like a fool. But, this was Quinn. Quinn FABRAY! This was a dream come true.
"No Quinn, but its the first with such a beautiful girl." Quinn blushed.
"Not that I'm saying Tina and Brit weren't...I-I,.." Quinn put her hand over his mouth. She loved that he always tried to correct his mistakes, which weren't even mistakes.
"Thank you Artie."
"So, I'm not saying I'm inferior to them, which I'm not, cause I'm Superman, but, what made you say yes to me after you've had boyfriends like Finn and Puck?"
Quinn laughed. It was amazing how Artie was. She only wished she had seen his sooner.
"Well, I said yes because you're superman. I need someone to protect me." They both laughed. Apparently, too hard because the rest of the restaurant had turned to look at them.
They turned back to look at each other, and for the first time that night, caught each other's eyes. "You have beautiful eyes Quinn."
His honest compliment made her blush. No one complimented her like he did, at least not with hopes of getting into her pants. But, she knew, this wasn't what made Artie compliment her. He was a genuinely nice guy, and that was a nice change of pace for her.
Only when the waiter brought the food that she realised she had been in her own little world for far too long. "Yours aren't so bad either."
Artie blushed. No one had ever complimented him, especially since most people shunned him because of his wheelchair. But the fact that, Quinn Fabray was complimenting him just made it all the more sweeter.
"That looks good, of course it should, it costs me half my allowance..."
This made Quinn guilty. She didn't...
"Kidding. It looks great. Dig in."
The rest of the night went by uneventfully. They talked about how far back their potential friendship could have gone, and Quinn apologised thoroughly through the night for not being more of a friend to Artie. She felt bad, undeniably.
Artie walked, rolled, Quinn home in his wheelchair. It felt nice, sitting on Artie's lap, with their faces so close.
"Thank you Artie." Quinn said as she leaped off his lap. "This was an amazing date, I'm glad I said yes."
"Me too."
"Well, I guess this is me. Thanks Artie, for showing me what a real guy makes me feel like."
Artie blushed. "So, Finn and Puck weren't real guys? That's, interesting to know."
They both laughed. God, it was SO easy with Artie. Quinn leaned forward the kiss Artie on the cheek. "Goodnight Artie."
"Goodnight Quinn."
Artie watched as Quinn entered her house, holding that piece of paper in his hand. Do you want to go on a second date? He didn't ask. He couldn't ask. He thrashed the piece of paper and threw it in his pocket. Maybe next time...
A/N: I'm going on a holiday for 3 weeks, but I might have computer access so I'll try to update as often as I can. Sorry, and thanks!