"Hi!" Blaine jumped nearly a foot in the air as Dave appeared next to his locker. He shut his locker door.

"Hello." he stated warily, glancing down at Dave's hand. Dave glanced down at his hand too.

"Oh! Yeah! Kurt told me you like medium drips, so I brought you one!" Dave stuck the steaming hot coffee out to him. Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, nodding slowly.

"Thank you." he said, taking a sip, "Are you trying to earn my trust through buying me coffee? Because I like coffee, but I'm not as addicted to it as Kurt, and..." Blaine's sentence trailed to end as Dave's eyes widened in panic.

"No! No! No! No! That's not it at all! I just figured it would be a nice way to start." Dave laughed awkwardly, "I mean, hey, you trust me enough to believe
that I didn't poison your coffee, right? You drank it." Dave's panic grew, "I mean, of course I would never do that though! Not to anyone! I just-"

"Dave, stop." Blaine attempted to stifle his laughter, causing his voice to come out sounding hissy and high-pitched. Which, of course only caused Dave to panic more, because he thought Blaine was angry.

"Oh! Jeez, I swear! There is no poison in your coffee! I mean, Kurt wouldn't tell me your coffee order if he thought I was going to poison it." the real distress on Dave's face was the most humourous part, and then, he said the thing that blew Blaine's chances of not laughing (visibly) right out the window. In the middle of a crowded, busy hallway in the morning, Dave screamed, "I'm not a murderer!"

Blaine lost it, while everyone else in the hallway stared at Dave in surprise, then at Blaine since he was currently leaning against the lockers, unable to breath from laughing so hard. Dave colored bright red, and glanced around at everyone, nodding coolly.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." he stated, and everyone slowly continued on with their business. Except for Blaine, who was too busy laughing. Dave glared at him for a moment, before huffing and stomping away.

"I'm...sorry..." was all Blaine managed to wheeze after him.

Quinn wished she had a way to get out of this. This could end badly. Her slip of the tongue from yesterday was going to screw her over. But, surpisingly, that was not what Artie decided to talk about.

"So this morning I talked to Tina." he nodded, "It was a very interesting conversation." he shared.

"Tina, I don't think I can take a risk on us. Not only would it risk breaking my heart again, but it would risk our friendship, and I don't want that to be
broken." Artie frowned. Tina looked down, also frowning.

"I guess I understand. If giving the choice between two girls who have feelings for you, everyone always picks the blond cheerleader girl over the Asian goth chick anyway."

Now, that startled Artie. "Tina, what are you talking about? You know Brittany is with Santana."

"I'm not talking about Brittany right now, Artie." Tina glanced up at him, "I do love you, but I think someone else is starting to realize what a cool guy you
are too."

Thinking back on yesterday's conversation with Quinn, he really didn't need to, but he asked anyway, "Who?"

"Quinn. And I know that you're angry. I know you haven't had a lot of luck with girls in the past, but neither has she had a lot of luck with guys in the past. She's scared. But I, and I think a lot of other people too, can tell that she really likes you Artie." Tina leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, "And I think you'd like her too if you opened your mind to it."

Tina had a weird habit of leaving him sitting alone in classrooms.

Quinn's face had dropped halfway through his sharing of the conversation, now knowing that she would not be getting away with this. "Okay." she sighed, "Artie-" But he cut her off.

"Listen Quinn, I know you're scared. I know you've been hurt before, but I really care about you, and I know you care about me." Artie took her hand. She
dropped down to her knees in front of him, not even caring that she was probably getting dirt on her leggings.

"Exactly. That's exactly what I'm afraid of! I do care about you! And it seems like everyone I ever care about seems to be hurt by me! My parents, Puck, Finn, heck, even myself! I hurt myself! I am so obsessed with being seen as the perfect person to everyone! I will do anything to get that prom queen crown! I've been on the verge of hurting Kurt, Blaine, and Santana and Brittany! Santana and Brittany! I've known them since the beginning of high school, and I almost sided with a man I thought could get me the prom queen crown!" Quinn ripped her hand away from Artie, using it to cover her face. "You don't want me to care about you, because if I even admit it to myself that I might have feelings for you...you're going to get her some how." she took a deep breath, a lone tear rolling down her cheek. "I need to accept that I I'll never ever be perfect to everyone."

"You're right." Artie agreed, causing Quinn to look up to him. "You won't be perfect to everyone. But you're perfect to me. And while you're perfect to me,
you may not be perfect to someone else, but really does it matter? You don't have to be perfect for anyone, because the people who care about you will
already see you as perfect." Artie took both her hands this time, leaning forward in his chair so that he could be eye to eye with her. "Quinn, in my
opinion, you are perfect." Quinn blinked at him, before shaking her head.

"You can't honestly call me perfect when I'm sitting here, almost crying,
sharing how I am obsessed with being popular! I am the farthest thing from perfect!" she snapped, attempting to pull her hands away from his. He just tightened his grip.

"I once did think of you as the farthest thing from perfect. It was freshman year, before I knew you, before you got pregnant, after you became a cheerio, after you became a bitch." Artie stated nonchalantly, while Quinn frowned, looking quite offended. "But, then you grew, and I got to know you. You don't realize it, but you have moments when you don't care if anyone likes you enough to let you become prom queen. Moments where you're on the verge of crying, but know that you are strong. Moments where you don't care what anyone thinks because you think highly of yourself. One of those moments was when you broke up with Finn." he elaborated when he saw she was now confused, "He was talking to me in football practice about it yesterday, and that, that moment right there was when I decided that you are the most perfect girl I ever met. Tell me, what were you thinking when you broke up with Finn." Artie commanded. Quinn shifted slightly.

"I thought that he needed time to work himself out, and that there was a good chance that he was confused. I knew that he needed time to himself more than I needed the prom queen crown..." she looked down, while Artie nodded.

"Yeah, I know," he gently lifted her chin with one of his fingers, "It was one of those moments where you were utterly selfless. You didn't care that there was a chance that you wouldn't get elected prom queen, you cared that Finn had a problem and he didn't need a girlfriend right now to fix it." Artie smiled at her, "Do you know how many people would have done that? Picked there friend's needs over something that they really wanted? Not many." he answered before she could, "For all the moments that you have...adding them together...they make you perfect."

Before Artie could react, Quinn leaned up, wrapping her arms around his neck and almost jumping into his lap. Artie returned the hug tightly.

"Thank you." Quinn breathed into his neck. Artie shrugged. That was all that really needed to be said.

...

Except for one little thing...

"Artie...will you go out with me...on a date?" Quinn leaned back from the hug, still mostly in his lap. He hummed for a moment, tapping his chin. Quinn smiled, giggling slightly, eyes sparkling since she pretty much already knew his answer. Artie sighed.

"Well, I suppose...after all, I can't turn down the perfect girl, can I?" Artie poked her in the stomach and Quinn squealed slightly, scuttling away from him.
She rolled her eyes when she was a few feet away.

"Well, now that I'm going to be late for class..." she paused as the bell rung, causing Artie to snort at her timing, "I should get going. Pick you up for dinner at seven?" she started walking backwards, eyes still twinkling.

"You know it girl!" Artie chirped...

He even managed to wait until she had turned completely around the corner before breaking out in a little victory dance

R & R. Sinfully Sined (keep wanting to put a double n), I'm not going to lie, I have yet to even start your oneshot, but I will get right on that. Now, for everyone, do you think that I should have Artie and Quinn's date (eeee! finally!)