Kitty's coming back omg!!! Though I worry she and Artie will be very rocky because she's apparently very bitter about how he and the other grads treated her and the other newbies (who Sue forced to transfer out so she's basically alone :()
i would literally choose her being pissed at artie than them being 100% happy at all times
I have two prompts if that's okay? :3 1. Kitty and Artie between Wonderful and All or Nothing (because they totally fell for one another and they both knew it but didn't make the move but were hanging out more and it's so cute <3) and 2. Kitty and Artie seeing each other for the first time since Artie got his STD
Summary: Artie and Kitty begin to face the reality that Artie is graduating soon
Content: Fairly PG, with some bad language tho
It was lunch time, and Artie and Kitty were at the table first (they usually were... it was the first time of the day they got to see each other). Their relationship had been going so smoothly that neither of them wanted to even begin venturing on the eggshells that were the facts of things: their time was fleeting. They never said it, but they both knew that everything would be over once Artie moved away. They knew that when they got together, and that fact still hadn't changed. But it got a lot harder to stomach with each day. They were closer and more in love with every minute together, and it was beginning to hurt.
"Ugh, you're a sight for sore eyes," said Artie as he sat his tray on the table, "these AP classes are fucking killing me."
"What kind of loser takes four AP classes their senior year?" said Kitty playfully as she leaned in for a quick peck.
"Only a slightly bigger loser than the loser who would date such a loser," replied Artie, returning the peck with a smile. Kitty scoffed and sat her sack lunch in front of her, a bag of veggies and fruits tumbling out. "At least I only have two weeks left of these classes, though. Thank god." Kitty was about to bite into a carrot stick when his comment left her feeling less hungry.
"Yeah. Thank god." She sighed and forced the carrot into her mouth, mechanically chewing and swallowing.
"Sorry. You know I'm as crushed as you over leaving. Part of me wants to ditch film school."
"Yeah, you can't do that." She rested her head atop his shoulder and deeply inhaled, savoring the scent of her boyfriend. "I worked way too hard to get you to go. Of course, that was before we were together."
"I think you knew we'd get together. Pfft, work on your foresight, girl." He leaned into her, their heads outlining one another.
"You know, we could... we could try to stay together," she quietly said, almost meaning for it to be inaudible. Artie tensed up.
"Kitty, you know that wouldn't work."
"Why? Don't you love me?" she questioned, knowing full well that he was right and that she was being a bit dramatic. She didn't know why she went there. Maybe part of her really did want to try it. Even if it was ultimately a terrible idea. She couldn't help how she felt. And she felt heartbroken. Heartbroken that things had to end. And heartbroken at how easily he was willing to admit defeat. Again, even if she knew he was right. It was confusing. And sad.
"Please, Kitty. You know I do," he sat down his sandwich, a beat passing, "... do you love me?" He knew the answer, but he still couldn't believe it. A girl had never really loved him before. Maybe at one point, he thought they did. But he knew now more than ever that they didn't. Nobody cared for him like Kitty. And it was hard as hell to leave something like that behind.
"I love you, Artie," she whispered, tearing up. "I'm gonna be lost without you." She placed her hand over his, their eyes meeting briefly. "Can't we just try staying together? I could visit you..."
"Kitty, come on. A girl like you, having a long-distance relationship? With me? I don't want to stifle you. There are tons of other fish in the sea here, and I don't want to make you waste-"
"Are you fucking serious?" she said, glaring angrily. She let go of his hand and sat up straight. "So, you think we can't work because I'm too big of a whore, is that it?" She knew she was putting words in his mouth. She was upset, and she didn't know how to express it.
"No! No, that's not what I'm saying. Kitty-"
"Shut up. You're pissing me off."
"I noticed." It was then that Blaine and Tina approached, plopping down next to them.
"Hey, guys! How's the..."began Tina, feeling the tension immediately, "... turkey sandwich... nevermind." Blaine and Tina eyed eachother and stared at their food. "Oh, man, I really love being friends with couples," sarcastically quipped Tina as she took a bite of her sandwich.
"Um, who said we were friends?" replied Kitty, shoving her food back into the bag. "Check your facts, agitator."
"Maybe I was talking about Artie! Ever think of that?" said Tina, narrowing her eyes. "I have honestly had it with you. You're mean and I'm sure you're somehow taking advantage of him, and it's disgusting. Artie is a sweet boy. Why don't you just dump him already and claim your bible prize, or whatever it is you're dating him for?" Blaine's eyes widened. He grabbed Tina's hand and squeezed it.
"Okayyyyy! So, anyone have the study guide for the Chemistry test? Artie?" asked Blaine, trying to defuse tension. Sam sat next to Blaine, quickly gathering that people were not getting along.
"Tina?" asked Sam.
"Tina." answered Blaine. Sam nodded, knowingly.
"Let's go," demanded Kitty, standing up directly in front of Tina by this point. Artie had been zoning out and only just now returned his attention to the situation.
"Oh god," mumbled Artie.
"You guys, cut it out," said Blaine. He hopped up and stood between the two. "Come on, let's get along. There are only a few weeks left of school."
"I don't care. This is unfinished business, and she knows it," said Kitty. "I'm done with her snide remarks. She can't keep my or Artie's name out of her mouth. Why are you so obsessed with us, agitator?" Tina stood up, gently pushing Blaine out of the way.
"Because, Artie is my friend. And I'm not gonna fight you. I have class, unlike some people." Tina turned around and began walking to another table when Kitty grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to the ground.
"Yeah, I don't think so," said Kitty with a satisfied grin. Sam immediately pulled her back and Blaine tended to Tina who by this point seemed to be reenacting the last scene from Hamlet.
"Oh, my GOD!" shouted Tina. "My hair!" She pushed Blaine aside and stormed past Sam, shoving Kitty to the ground, her head knocking the table on her way down. Tina immediately regretted her actions. "Oh, no. Oh noooo. Kitty, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Sam and Blaine pushed by her and helped Kitty up, a cut on her head apparent. Artie wheeled over to her and she sat on his lap.
"Come on, let's go to the nurse," he said, glaring at Tina.
"Oh, you guys cannot be mad at me. She started it!"said Tina, feeling defensive.
"Yeah, you always find a way to finish it, don't you, Tina?" replied Artie, wheeling out of the cafeteria.
"Don't take me to the nurse. It's just a stupid cut."
"No, I wanna make sure you're okay. Believe it or not, I don't always trust your judgement."
I miss Wildebrams so much do you have any more fics planned for them? (Yours are practically the only ones that exist for this couple and I've been re-re reading them for my OTP fix)
sure :)
it'll be a little bit, i'm really busy with finals rn. maybe i'll whip something up soon whilst procrastinating
Summary: Kitty consoles Artie after his friends treat him like shit by leaving him out of senior lock-in night :))) (no, not bitter)
Content: PG
Kitty had never had a real relationship. Everything had been for show. It felt strangely comforting to be dating someone so outside of her usual comfort zone. She found herself reflecting on past behaviors and how she could improve herself. She found herself laughing instead of scowling, and loving instead of hating. It was lovely. While Artie was a big factor in these changes, Kitty was relieved to discover her own capacities. New and exciting faucets were revealing themselves around every corner within her mind. She was growing. She wasn't as unhappy as before. The light at the end of the tunnel finally became something more than just a concept: she could see it. And it was bright.
"I know you're not gonna eat all those chili-cheese fries!" proclaimed Kitty, swiping a few from Artie's plate. She tossed them in her mouth and playfully nudged his shoulder from across the table. "Mmmm." She licked her fingers, trying to be sexy in an obvious way. "Just call me the bumper-bowling siren of death. Give me all your strikes, but more importantly, your chili-cheese fries," she said in a breathy tone, grabbing a few more.
"You're ridiculous." Artie smiled and shook his head. "They're all yours. I don't have much of an appetite," he said, letting out an exasperated sigh. He pushed them over to her and sipped on his self-spiked beverage. Kitty's brows furrowed.
"Artie. Fucking Abrams." He directed his eyes upwards to meet hers, his face still in a downward direction to accommodate his drinkage. The corners of his mouth exposed a subtle grin. "You are not drinking alcohol right now. Are you drinking alcohol right now? Give me some." He scaled the premises and handed her the cup.
"You only love me for the booze..."
"Damn, it took you long enough to figure that one out." She winked and downed a big gulp of the drink, wincing. "Gah. Of course it's gin. Next time, be a doll and hook me up with something a little girlier. Please and thanks."
"Nah. Gotta toughen you up. Put some hair on your chest," he quipped, taking the drink back for another shot.
"Well, that certainly is a nice visual." Her smile faded as she watched him chug the entire cup, then pulled out his flask to sneakily fill it with more. This time without a chaser. She scrunched her face in disgust as he took a straight shot. "Makin' me the babysitter again, I see." Kitty thought about the recent few times she had to drive him home in his car due to him getting too intoxicated. She didn't think he really had a problem currently, but she couldn't help but worry a little bit. Although nights like those always led to some of her favorite cuddling sessions.
"Okay, okay. I'm done. I just needed a buzz." He wiped his mouth and nibbled on a fry.
"You're not gonna be able to go anywhere, drunk-ass."
"I don't have anywhere to go anyway," he replied, in a matter of fact tone. Kitty frowned. She knew he was bummed that the seniors didn't invite him to their lock-in. The bastards. He looked over to her and almost cowered in fear at her expression. "Oh, stop. It's not a big deal," he said, gently rubbing her hand with his fingers.
"Yes, it is. Your friends suck. I still aughta sock Tina right in the face for pushing you out of your chair," she muttered, angrily chewing on a fry. "If I wasn't so worried about you, I would have."
"I know." He tossed his cup in the trash can near their table. "I'm glad I wheeled away to lead you from the danger zone. Don't go and get suspended over nothing. It was just an accident, woman." He cracked a smile. She wasn't having it.
"Artie, you're way too nice. I mean, I know that's coming from the bitchiest bitch that ever bitched, but seriously. You have to stick up for yourself. You're too dormant and it drives me crazy." She huffily finished the last of the fries and checked her phone: Wayyy too many messages from an overly obsessed Bree. She sighed and rolled her eyes, re-focusing her attention to Artie.
"You're not a bitch," he said, his warm, blue eyes once again breaking the barrier into hers. She smiled. She hated him. He was an idiot. Get this idiot away from me.
"Oh, no? Well, if you want to know the truth, I don't find you much of a geek." She brushed the hair out of her face and looked down to the table, trying not to blush. "You're turning me into a pathetic sap. Thanks a lot."
"It's what I do," he said, wheeling away from the table. He headed for the bathroom but seemed to swerve an awful lot. Kitty rolled her eyes and ran after him.
"You're drunk. Let me help you so I don't become coined the girl taking advantage of the drunk paraplegic boy at the bowling alley. It just wont look right." He surrendered and threw his hands in the air, letting her push him to the men's room.
"You are more than welcome to take advantage of me, tho."
Hey! Loved your first two fanfics? When are you writing some more because sadly it looks like RIB are breaking Wildebrams up so Artie can move to New York...:(
fluff is always nice... maybe kitty surprises artie while he's at film school!
i honestly think they'll keep them together purely bc they will not even begin to give 2 fucks about artie's love life in nyc which i'm completely fine with bc that leaves chances for some wildebrams crumbs which is all i care about anyway
I should have a new chapter up soon. If any of you have any prompts you're interested in, let me know. I just might play with it~
and fyi i'll probably get a little weird and crazy with my writing as time passes. i find morbid and fucked up shit the most interesting to write about, so. just a warning. i'll be sure to give a good tw tag on anything triggery.
Summary: Kitty and Artie have a tiny dispute. Tina tries to talk sense into Artie. The lovebirds, however, have their minds in the gutter.
Content: Kitty demands her kitty get thoroughly pet.
It was the end of the day and he was on his way to another Glee club meeting when a newly familiar face blocked his path. "Ohhh! Hey there! So nice to see you again! That sweater vest is way too adorable." It was Bree. Someone Kitty had warned him about. But she just seemed so nice to Artie. He knew his lady friend could be more than just a little confrontational, so he reserved judgement. He tended to make an effort to create perceptions for himself. It was only fair since only god knew the judgements made about him behind his back.
"Oh, uh, hey there. Bree, is it?" he greeted, flashing a friendly smile.
"Yes! Wow, you mean you remember me?" She laughed, warmly touching his shoulder. "So, I was wondering... you and Kitty. Y'all seem to be really close lately. But the thing is, every time I ask her about you she acts like I've committed this gigantic offense! Oh... not that knowing you is offensive or anything. My bad. Well, she did say that she'd gouge her own eyes out before dating you," she said lightly, a chuckle escaping her lips.
Artie felt an instant knot in his stomach. He knew that Kitty intended to keep him a secret, but he didn't realize she'd say things like that to ward off any rubber-neckers. He looked to the ground, unable to hide his hurt feelings. "No. No, there's nothing going on."
"Oh, gosh. I feel like I ruined your day or something. Look, don't worry. I'm sure a guy like you would love to be all over a girl like her, but I guess some things just aren't possible. She has such high standards. And you, well. You're not very tall!" she quipped, nudging him playfully. He was getting irritated. Maybe Kitty was right about her. Sure, he tried to see the best in people. But he wasn't stupid. He looked up and forced a fake smile, not in the mood for small talk anymore. He tried to get past her but she grabbed his handles, stopping him. She got on her knees, making direct eye contact. "Look, lets cut the shit. I know you two have been hooking up. I can smell it on her. That... clean-cut, plaid loving, nerd boy smell. Why don't you just admit it? Doesn't it make you angry that she wont admit to liking you?"
"No-" he began, immediately wishing he could go back in time two seconds and keep his mouth shut. Bree tilted her head and smiled.
"Thought so."She got up to her feet and ran her fingers through his hair. "Well, nice seeing you!" she said, back to her (now) clearly faux friendly tone. And with that, she was gone.
Artie gulped, his feelings conflicting. He was hurt and worried. What had he just done? And what did Kitty say behind his back to her little friends? He sighed and wheeled to the choir room. Only Tina was there so far. She smiled and waved, ushering him next to her.
"You look like you ate the cafeteria food. What's wrong, kid?"
"Nothing."
"I've known you since we were freshman. Something's wrong." Tina gave him a knowing look. "Actually, nevermind."Artie tilted his head.
"What's that mean?" he asked, his tone almost stand-off'ish.
"You're an idiot for even liking her. She's a bad person. I'm disappointed in you." Tina flipped her hair and pulled out a compact mirror, casually shaping her eye brows with her fingers. Artie gave a frustrated sigh.
"Whatever, Tina. Let's just enjoy the silence until everyone else gets here. I'm over any of your lectures at this point, honestly." Tina rolled her eyes, putting away her mirror. "And if you tell anyone, I'll never speak to you again. Just understand that."
"I just don't want to see you get hurt again, Artie. Really," she said, her tone genuine. Artie shook his head, his eyes averted to the opposite side of the room.
"It doesn't matter anymore," he whispered. Tina frowned, deciding to observe his wish for silence. She didn't know what to say anyway. All she could do was worry about the boy.
Suddenly, Kitty stormed into the room, dropping her backpack. She made a quick glance at Tina and then to Artie. "Come into the auditorium with me. Now," she demanded. Tina rolled her eyes.
"Don't bark orders at him like that," she snarled.
"Now is not the time, agitator. This is none of your business. Right, Artie?" she asked, looking over at the clearly dejected boy.
"Right," he answered, obediently rolling behind her as they headed to the stage. Tina shook her head and reluctantly sat back down. She'd let Kitty get away this time.
Once on the stage, Kitty began pacing franticly. "You told her. You told Bree. Why would you do that!? Do you know what she could do to me?" Steam might as well have been coming out of her ears.
"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," he quietly responded, his eyes clung to his feet. Her stomach dropped. She didn't like the sound of his voice.
"What'd she say to you, Artie?" her tone softer now. She walked over to him, dropping to her knees. He shrugged.
"I'm sorry. You were right. I shouldn't talk to her," he said, his eyes cold. Kitty was used to them being warm. She didn't like his eyes cold.
"This is my fault. Don't be sorry. It's my stupid, dumb image issue. It's my conflict. Not yours. Don't worry about it. I didn't mean to make you sad. I promise, that's the last thing I'd ever want." She placed her hands on his knees, cracking an empathetic smile.
"You said you'd rather poke your eyes out than be with me." He still wasn't looking at her. Kitty's heart sank. Surely he knew that was a lie, she thought. "I, listen. I... know you want to keep us a secret. But maybe you could try to not talk about me like that. A simple 'no' would suffice when people ask if we're a thing."
"I'm sorry. Talking random shit is kind of a knee-jerk reaction of mine. I'm working on it. But it doesn't ever really mean anything. Keep that between us, though," she said with a wink. He let out a muffled giggle, beginning to feel better. Artie didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he didn't want to start off a relationship with hiding his feelings at this point. "It's my line of defense. Like I told you, I've got a lot of growing to do. Think you can handle it?" She got up and pulled herself onto his lap, a place that was beginning to feel like a sanctuary for her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her chest.
"I don't know. Can you handle me?" he retorted, relieved that any tension had been dissolved. He nuzzled his head under her chin. She giggled and laid her head atop his.
"Honestly, I don't know. Your penis is going to be quite the job."
"What is it with you and my penis!? Must be on your mind a lot..." he replied, his hands lowering to her behind. "You sure like to talk about it."
"I'm gonna be real with you. I cannot wait to ride that shit," she quipped.
"Well, let me be topical. Your vagina is simply lovely," he said, a hand now under her skirt, gently rubbing her atop her undergarments. She half laughed, half moaned in response. My god, he does have some magic fingers.
"You know, I knew I wanted to date you as soon as I realized you could make my whole body numb with one little touch," she said, her eyes closed. He slipped a finger beneath her underwear, lightly making a circling motion. She winced. "Fuck you."
"Does that mean we're dating?"
"Shut up," she responded, beginning to thrust lightly into his hand. He smiled, a mischievous look on his face. It was really, really difficult, but Artie decided to control his own arousal-- he didn't wanna make a mess-- and give his lady a little treat. If he stopped now, she'd probably gouge her eyes out.
He slid his entire hand between her underwear and her, well, kitty, and shoved a few fingers into her, sure to aim at a particular angle he'd mastered thanks to Brittany. It was a hit. She instantly squealed, now thrusting far more rapidly, careless to the fact that she was knocking his chair across the stage. He gulped, hoping nobody could hear them, and continued to finger that spot, harder with each entrance, now using his other hand to massage her clit. She was going wild.
"Please," she moaned, her hand grabbing his dick. His eyes widened and he pulled it away.
"No, later. You for now." She complied and reluctantly pulled her hand back to his neck, her fingers pulling his hair. He laughed. This was pretty incredible. He gave her spot a rest and brought a hand up her shirt, pleased to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra, allowing him to easily cup her breasts. "How am I actually this lucky..." he said to himself, trying desperately to not get a hard on.
Her body was erupting now, her crotch thrusting in every possible motion as if her life depended on it, knocking the chair over. He rolled himself onto his back and caught his breath, Kitty laying on top of him, her body still trembling. "I am so sorry, jesus," she said, taking in the damage she'd done.
"Oh, I'm not sorry at all," he said, draping his arms around her once again.
"Next time I get your dick," she said with a satisfied smile, kissing him on the lips. "And yes. We're dating. You're mine, so. Deal with it." She brushed his bangs out of his face and re-positioned his glasses. When, of course it had to happen-- Tina walked into the auditorium. They looked over to her from the floor.
Summary: Kitty realizes and accepts that she likes Artie. She deals with the probable repercussions of this and has a heart to heart with the paraplegic man. Tensions are released in more ways than one.
Content: A little hanky panky, but nothing in great detail just yet. I'll get to it.
She'd been watching that boy for some time now. Ever since she joined that stupid club, really. Kitty couldn't help but admire how strong he was. He was nerdy, scrawny and in a wheelchair. But the way he sang, you'd think he was a star that everyone wanted a piece of. Or, maybe she was just projecting... it was her who wanted a piece of him. But how could that be so? She'd spent years tirelessly working to create the position of power she sat safely atop from. Denial. Deny. Deny. Deny. Make fun of him. Be rude to him. Scare him away. Do what you've always done to keep from being vulnerable.
It was hard to do with him. He was just so warm. And accepting. He made her feel like it was okay to just, be. The way that he did. And he was funny, too. She needed the laughs. It was nice to feel happy without hurting anyone for a change.
When he asked her out, instincts kicked in and she tried to act uninterested. She was almost home free, but a tiny glance into his big, sparkly, blue eyes was too much for her. He deserved to know that he wasn't crazy, and that she did like him. But only he could know. She wasn't ready to feel unsafe. It killed her to ask him to keep things hush-hush. He was better than that. But she didn't feel that she was.
"Lock the door," said Kitty, laying on top of an astronomy table, her head propped up by an elbow. Artie's brows furrowed, eyeing Kitty and then the door. He shrugged and obliged, rolling over to her afterwards.
They'd made out a few times now. It turns out that Artie is an incredible kisser. And he's very good with his hands. He knew just were to touch, and how. Being in the chair made those things necessary.
"Kitty, look at what you've got me doing," he said, chuckling, a hand grazing her thigh, "Who knew that I of all people would be hiding in classrooms for make-out sessions." Kitty rolled her eyes, her hand leading his up to her hip. She sat up and smiled.
"Everyone should make out in classrooms at least a few times in their lives. Glad to be of help," she joked, jumping off the table and into his lap, her legs swung over his wheels to one side. She leaned forward, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "You're handsome." He was blushing. Just what she was going for.
"You're so evil," he said, his eyes darted sharply off to the ceiling, trying to hide the huge grin on his face. "Not that you don't already know, but. You're beautiful." Kitty clutched his chin and turned it toward her. She squinted her eyes with a smile and leaned forward, parted lips planted on his. He let his tongue slide into her mouth, gently and skillfully massaging her own. Kitty's hands wandered down to his crotch, lightly and quickly rubbing him. "Oh, stop teasing me," he said, pulling away for a breath.
"Who's teasing?" she asked with a sly grin. She unbuckled his belt and slipped a hand in, taken aback at the... girth? Of what was inside. "Um, holy shit. Artie..."
"Kitty, we can't do this. Not at school," he chimed in, ever the pragmatic. "Besides, I... well. I don't want you to regret anything," he quietly said, almost whispering. "I don't want you to feel embarrassed later on, you know. For getting physical with me." Artie sighed. He didn't mean to sound so pathetic. But it was hard. He'd never had a girlfriend who didn't cheat on him and leave in the end. And now there was Kitty. Surely she'd follow suit. She wouldn't even acknowledge an official relationship with him.
"Artie, please," she began, feeling like a real dick in that moment, "I want you to understand that I'm not embarrassed of you. Not at all." She pulled her hand out of the fabric, placing her hands below his collar bone, sympathetically rubbing his chest. "I'm embarrassed of myself. I'm the idiot. I'm the shameful one. Not you. Understand?" A tear rolled down her face. How could she be such a coward at his expense? She was probably destroying him. That would be too much to bear.
Artie's eyes widened. He felt a real truth in her confession. Suddenly, the tables were turned, and he understood that it was her who was vulnerable. Not him. He'd spent years building up his self esteem and he knew who he was and he was proud of it, despite a few reasonable hiccups here or there. But Kitty? She was lost. And he had been the first bit of light she'd found in the darkness. "Sweetheart. You're not shameful. It just takes time to feel comfortable. If anyone knows that, it's me."
She wiped her now red, puffy eyes and looked into those big, sad, wise eyes of his. "I don't want to hurt you in the process." She placed a hand over his wrist, hopping off of him. "You don't deserve anything I'd do to you."
"Don't go," he said. "Whatever you do, don't do that." His fingers intertwined with his hers. She was the first person in a long time that he felt genuinely drawn to. Someone who really listened to him. Who understood him. That meant the world to Artie. "Any mistakes between us will be worth it. Just to be able to hear your breath echo through out my body. It's worth it."
Kitty was happy he didn't agree with her suggestion. She let out a relieved sigh and smiled. "If you insist, crippy longstocking," she murmured into his ear, beginning to unbutton that dumb shirt of his. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Look, I'm... thirsty. And I know you are too judging by the way you've been looking at me over the last few weeks. Fact is, we're both hot bitches. You know what hot bitches do?" She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground. "Lets save this guy for later," she said, patting his crotch, "That'll be a big job, I can tell. So, we'll just service eachother." She pulled off her skirt and shimmied out of the undergarment. No underwear. Artie was practically drooling. "I'm very interested in that tongue of yours." Artie was dumbfounded. Happy, but dumbfounded.
