#owheely

[ittybittymattycommittee]

speaking of artcky someone needs to do a "becky the artie stan" gif set

[itsyaboyartie]

Alternate || O'Wheely

The accident at McKinley had affected Artie more than he was willing to let on.  Not so much the physical side of things, slipping on the ice had certainly hurt and the scratch on his face was a bother but it's what happened afterwards that left him in something of a daze.  After lying on the ground rather helplessly for a while, Finn had appeared out of nowhere to help him up and concerned with a possible concussion, taken him to see the school nurse.  It was for the best all things considered, but Artie hated to feel so weak and useless.  Complete and total humiliation as Finn wheeled him through the halls of McKinley to the nurse's office, as it was he would have still been outside on the frozen ground if it weren't for Finn showing up unexpectedly.  After being cleaned up the nurse called his mother to come and pick him up, and while he waited she urged him to get some rest.  The only thought running through his mind as he lay there quiet was a simple one... How much he wished he hadn't been stuck in a wheelchair.  Wishing things had been different, Artie fell asleep only to be roused from it a short time later by the nurse telling him his mother was there waiting.  But the time he'd woken up, his outlook had changed... quite a bit.  No matter what, he wasn't ever going to wish away his wheelchair again.  For better or worse, it was a part of him.  It was a really strange feeling, half of him was feeling more upbeat than before but there were some things that just stuck with him.  Things he needed to get off his chest with someone.

Rory Flanagan.  As luck would have it, Rory was one of the first to ask how he was feeling after making his feelings known online about McKinley's poor job with their ramps.  In a weird way Rory was a big part of Artie's change in mood, and seemed like the perfect person to discuss things with.  Their history wasn't always on the best of terms thanks to the whole deal back at Valentine's Day with Sugar, but so much water had passed under that particular bridge and with this being their senior year they seemed to be more friendly to one another lately.  Arranging to meet with him at the Lima Bean Friday evening, maybe talking things through with Rory would allow Artie to settle a bit more and lessen his agitation.

Once he had convinced his parents he was okay to go out Artie was dropped off a few minutes before 7; just another example of the challenge of being in a wheelchair, always being on somebody else's timetable and having to rely on others for travel.  Wheeling inside, he ordered himself a Gingerbread Latte before heading to a table to wait for Rory to arrive.  The rather prominent road rash on his face had him feeling a little self conscious tonight, propping himself up by his elbows and half covering it as best he could.  The fluttering feeling inside his chest just refused to go away, something of a nervous twitch.  Maybe Rory would just laugh at what he had to say, or call him crazy.  Then again it was Rory, the odds were only 50-50 he'd be able to understand what he said anyways.  But he had to try and talk it through, and for some reason he figured Irish was his best bet.  Spotting him walk in, Artie caught his attention and waved him over to the table.  "Hey Rory, thanks for meeting me here."  Lowering his hands, he forgot about the scratch on his face until Rory's expression reminded him of it.  "Oh yeah, clumsy me.  Don't worry, it looks worse than it is."  Allowing Rory to get comfortable, Artie waited before diving in with what it was he wanted to say.  "Ever have a dream that felt so real you weren't sure if it was a dream at all?  You're probably going to think I'm crazy or something."

[a-very-glee]

I really need to start using my OTP tags again. Too wonderful to be forgotten.

[a-very-glee]

- Some O'Wheely to brighten up that boring dash. O'Wheely is good at that.