Let Me Love You || Sugartie [Flashback]
"Look, Artie, you seem really sweet. You're really just not my type. I just think we'd look really weird together. Not that you're disabled. It's 'cause I'm abled and people are really mean. I'm worried that people are going to think that your legs look thinner than my arms."
Was Sugar being mean? A look of remorse crawled over her cheeks as she looked down at Artie, noticing the change in his face when she declined his offer for the date. Before she even realized she was doing it, Sugar was putting her hand against his cheek and rubbing her thumb against it to show sincerity. That was the least she could do, right? It wasn't like it was her fault that she couldn't accept his date offer. She was looking out for his well being and quite frankly, she deserved some sort of award for being so considerate of his feelings. To be honest, Sugar never really thought of Artie's disability as much as a disability at all. In her eyes, she saw it as more of a gift. Why would sitting in a chair all day long necessarily be a bad thing? Even during the dance numbers that she knew, now that she was apart of the New Directions officially, that she'd have to participate in. She had smoking hot legs that had no problem perfectly displaying Ms. Cochran's previous mediocre dance stylings, but there was no question that if someone asked her to sit down and roll around for a number that she'd stay no. Artie was lucky, there was no doubt about it. However, the students at McKinley, she was sure of, would have a different say in the matters of Sugar and Artie rolling down the hallway together. Sugar'd seen the ways her fellow Glee clubbers had taken slushies and though she'd been lucky to dodge most of them, probably because she was definitely the most attractive out of the group, didn't mean that a jealous subject would eventually try to tag her with the icy mixture eventually. It looked painful and quite disgusting and something Sugar knew for sure she wanted no part of. Sugar's arms were small and petite, sure, but Artie's Barbie sticklegs most definitely gave her a run for her money. The last thing she wanted to do was have the students of McKinley begin to compare the tiny limbs of the two.
Sugar was closing her locker and walking off, strutting away in her new leopard skin dress as she headed off to Physics. With every step away she took, Sugar's mind ventured further and further down the wheelchaired path it had started down. Did she really care what people thought? Sugar was, after all, the awesomest of all the coolest kids around this pathetic public schol and if she managed to snag the director of the 'Gang Side Story', or whatever it was called, she surely would be getting some extra points. Not only was Artie famous, especially with the whole Christmas movie special she caught a couple minutes of when she was vacationing with Daddy in Pekin, but he was also one of the main members of New Directions. It was weirdly odd that it was taking the New Directions to realize the talent that her little body had to offer, but maybe dating Artie would make them reconsider. She knew she was hot stuff, but not everyone could be as smart as she was in figuring out. Sugar did live in Lima, Ohio now, after all. She most definitely had the advantage growing up in the high class city of Louisville.
Slipping into her classroom and quickly into her seat, Sugar pulled out her notebook and quickly flipped to one of the blank sheets of paper that she had. Bringing at her pencil, she brought it to her lips as she thought of a title. A lightbulb going off into the blessed brain she had, Sugar brought the pencil down to the page with a grin. Before she realized how much she had began to smile, she watched as her curly handwriting wrote out his name and placed a heart around it. Artie wasn't a bad name. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal of names and reminded her of the gross vegetable that gave her hives, but it was fun. Sugar and Artie. Artie and Sugar. He had shown interest in her and though Sugar had turned him down, it wasn't like he would refuse her if she made it known that she wanted him to ask her again. She'd think about it over the next few weeks when she went to visit her Nana during her hip replacement surgery thingie and then when she came back, no surprise quite close enough to it was Valentines Day, she was more than sure she'd have Artie reeled back in. It would be perfect! After all, some corny romance novela somewhere read that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' and in this case, she had no doubts that the wheel chaired wonder would be ready to ask her out again as soon as she returned. He would be no match for her puppy dog eyes and extra amounts of flowery body sprays these next few weeks.
Mr. Martinez was a hunk. Scratch it, he was more than a hunk. He was the hunkiest of all the hunks. Sugar's return from her trip to Louisville, and the beginning of reeling Artie into her sweetness, was most definitely put on hault when Mr. Schuester decided to bring in, by far, the hottest of all teachers she'd ever seen. In the end, like all good things she'd ever seemed to encounter, Mr. Martinez was out of the choir room and they were now, approaching Valentines Day with a vengeance. Cursing herself for letting her eyes wonder, though they wondered so graciously, Sugar was back to the drawing board. There had to be something she could do to put herself back into the game, even though the simple thought of her even being out of it sounded weird and unfamiliar. It wasn't until she was sitting at the kitchen counter in Motta Manor, filing her nails as her Daddy was jabbering on on his cell phone to someone about rental halls that an idea sparked to her mind.
A Valentines Day party.
Valentines Day, without a doubt, was her favorite of all holidays. Who didn't like a holiday where people made out all the time, pink was the official color, and candy was eaten throughout. Granted, she'd never made out with anyone, mostly due to the fact that she'd never found anyone privileged enough to share her tongue, but the Notebook most definitely made it look like a lot of fun. Her patient waiting for her Daddy to hang up his phone call had turned sour as now ideas were brewing and she had no idea where to start. All she knew is she was going to have to start with as much money as she could possibly be given. After all, a Sugar Motta party was surely not going to be a tea and cookie puke fest. It was going to be a party that she would never forget and she'd make complete sure of it.
Sugar was raising her hand, almost nodding off at the boring, and quite loud, conversation the rest of the Glee club members were having about raising money. They were sounding mean and if money was the thing that was making them sound so crabby, Sugar had no problem handing over the cash. After all, she had more important matters to discuss rather than the worries of a few hundreds towards their next competition. Finally, Mr. Schuester was calling on her and a sly smile grew over her mouth, just as she was lowering her pink hearted glasses out from the front of her face.
"Here's a spoonful of Sugar for you all. Don't sweat the small stuff and it's all small stuff when you're rich."
Sugar could feel Artie's eyes on her as she spoke and that made her sit straight up, showing a bit more confidence as she pulled out her wallet. Sitting up from the front row seat she'd occupied herself into.
"So, here you go!"
It took Sugar no time at all to make it over to Mr. Schuester and hand out the hundred dollar bills, waiting for the moment for him to take them so she could reel about her good news. When Mr. Schuester seemed hesitant and Kurt called persistently for him to take it, Sugar began to dance from side to side eagerly, waving the money as she did so. When he finally took the cash from her hands, Sugar turned around towards the clapping audience she'd seemed to gather and put her hands out graciously towards them. Turning her head back towards Mr. Schuester, her wide eyes showed her excitement for the moment.
"I love the sound of applause, even if I have to buy it."
Putting down her arms down, Sugar didn't return to her seat. This was it. Now was the chance for her to tell them all about what she'd planned. This was going to be, without a doubt, the best Valentines Day ever.