Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? Oh come on, no unfortunately that's not in my deck of cards in ownership. But I am lucky enough to have my imagination, and that's 100% mine in ownership.

Thank you and other Inspiration: flamesjustcreateus and her great fun story If I Told You. Sweetie your messages have massaged my little ego. And I really appreciate your input in my life. I hope to not break your heart too much with the story Safety Dance. There is someone else I want to thank, but for fear of her retreating further I won't say her name. Suffice to say, you all know how much I appreciate you and love you all. And the guys, can't forget you gentlemen. THANK YOU: flamesjustcreaeus. I've been lucky enough to look after a pet of hers. A really cute and adorable kitten, from her story If I Told You. I'll be returning her at the end of this chapter.

Music Inspiration: Awakening, Empire of the Sun.

Rating: M. Like seriously if you're not old enough, then please leave the room. Come back when you're older, this'll still be here.

Warning: May have Trigger Warnings, especially if you're a sook like me.

So there are 38 days and nights to go. What have we been doing so far? I'm still breathing and lots of others are.

~ S5 ep8.58 ~

"Just feel like freaking out still. How can they say we're all going to New York? What the heck!"

And so begins the thought processes of Artie Abrams.

Artie sits in his wheel chair. The scenes happen, he gets pushed around. And pushed so hard he crashes into a wall.

Kevin McHale gets up, turns around and glares at Mark Salling. "What the hell was that about?"

Max Adler comes in and stands in front, protecting Kevin. "You want a piece of the fury!"

"Whoa chill out! Who made you the king pin around here?" Noah Puckerman pulls on his mohawk in an aggressive manner.

"ENOUGH!" Will Schuester heard the commotion and the writers haven't given him any other scripted words. "Sectionals, Regionals and then I'll be driving the big Yellow Bus."

"SCHUESTER?" The really large fat kid with his stomach sticking out yells. "YOU SUCK, STILL!"

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Artie, Kitty, Brittney and Sam are sitting with Artie's Mum in the lounge room. The four of them had stayed at Sam's place the last two nights.

"So Mum, we're all moving to New York."

"Yes Artie that's great. I'll survive without you, and you'll do really well there."

"Well, for my quality and thinking outside the rule book, style of filming I'm not sure how I'm going to fit in?"

Ever so helpful Brittney pipes up. "Yes, because the rule book has such solid lines, and if Artie is outside the lines then we can't push him back in. He just won't fit."

Everyone looks at Brittney, not knowing really how to talk to her about anything. She just doesn't understand so much, even though she's super smart for the university classes. Too smart for community college, and we can't even call her dumb, because that would be bullying. Even though…

Kitty needs to defend and contribute to Artie's uncomfortable life. With her nasaly voice "So Artie, are you going to tell your Mum what you found at Sam's house?"

"No wait, don't tell her. I don't want everyone knowing what I keep in my closet." Sam has secrets in his closet, the kind that only Blaine and Kurt had known about until yesterday morning.

"Sam, you know we don't have secrets here. You can let us know, I'm sure we can all guess." Ugh! She even taps her nose at the twisted meaning. "Blaine will be happy. But he's engaged to Kurt now."

Every chance she can, Kitty needs for us to hear her whiney, nasaly, sooky, someone-teach-her-how-to-talk voice. "Oh it's not what you think my-boyfriend-Artie's-Mum."

Artie rolls his wheelchair to in front of his Mum.

He leans in toward her. "Sam has a cat, well a kitten really." "Ooookayyy…" His Mum looks thoughtful at Artie, then to the others she winks. "You're not normally soppy of a cat or kitten. What's the deal?"

"Well…" and he giggles knowing how his Mum can't stand fleas. "The kitten came with a few fleas." Excellent reaction, she's about to freak for sure.

"Artie, this is nothing to smile about. They carry disease." Looking at Sam. "Why do you keep a cat with fleas?"

"She was washed and treated. She was well looked after, but she just had one or two of them." He's trying to reasure her, but the importance of the fleas has missed its mark.

"It's Kurts kitten and he's coming to take her in a few days. I had to put her in the closet because my Mum and Dad can't afford for us to keep her. And if my kid brother and sister find her, they'll want to keep her."

Artie's Mum is none too pleased. "Why are you telling me any of this?" To Artie "I don't like any of this. Why are you telling me this?"

"Well…" He lifts the cuffs of his pants and shows where some of the fleas had bitten him. Even more interesting response from his Mum. "Artie, those bites are not from one or two fleas. That's a serious amount of bites you have there. Sam, you're going to tell your Parents, or I will."

Ever so helpful Brittney pipes up. "I'd think that Artie having felt the fleas biting him would have been more interesting."

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While that story just got interesting and as I think of other additions, here is just a little snippet from my Safety Dance Chapter 9:

The way Dr Blaine looks to Kurt, looks to Hunter, looks at the floor and then up again, throws Hunter much needed reminders of where he knows Dr Blaine Anderson from.

Not that he knew his name back then, or at all until today. Visions of a circle support group rush to his mind.

He knows Blaine from earlier days, having visited an std clinic, where they were both in the waiting room. The std class was confidential. They all met on Tuesday nights at 7:30pm till 9pm for six weeks. They all sat in the circle of anonymity.

Anonymity until now.

Dr Blaine nods and leaves, Hunter nods and watches him retreat around the corner. Hunter goes to sit alongside Kurt.

Dr Blaine presses the security button as he makes his way to his office.

Extra author notes from this kute little author: Phew, anyone else like to pipe up and say something?