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Olivia had to stay at the hospital for a full week before they cleared her to go home. Although several members of the club wanted to visit her in the hosptial, she begged Artie to ask them not to. Respectful of her wishes, they sent her a gigantic get well card and a bunch of flowers instead. After completing her stay in the hospital, Olivia was nearly as good as new. She was a little slower, a bit more subdued perhaps, and she used a wheelchair instead of crutches for a full week afterwards. And then it was as if nothing had ever happened; Olivia never even talked about it after that. Artie could understand why.
Meanwhile, New Directions was off to a good start. Mercedes and Cole brought home the first trophy of the year for the team after taking first place at the open invitational with their duet. Tina and Yudai earned an honorable mention for their quirky number as well. The next item on the agenda was a pep rally performance. They were slated to do at least two per year, one at the big opening pep rally and one at homecoming. Coach Sylvester never let Mr. Schuester live down what had happened when New Directions did Push It at the pep rally last year. As a result, their 'fine arts director' would only allow songs from the various Jock Jams compilations.
'I am definitely not ready to rumble,' Mercedes complained to Artie and Kurt during practice as she studied the CD jacket of Jock Jams, Volume 1 critically. She thrust it at Artie, as though she couldn't stand to look at it any longer. 'Honestly, is this how she plans to sabotage us this year? What a waste of time. We have an open invitational in three weeks that's much more important than some dumb pep rally. We should be putting our time and energy towards that.'
'Our friends are putting all their time and energy towards hooking up,' said Kurt, looking around the room furtively. 'Haven't you noticed how everyone's pairing off. I guess it's a bit easier, now that there are more of us. Brittany and Isaac, Olivia and Yudai, Santana and Cole...'
'What, what?' Artie piped up.
'Santana and Cole?'
'No, not them,' Artie muttered, impatiently. He scanned the auditorium just in time to catch sight of the two walking in together, Yudai carrying Olivia's books. Of course, people were always carrying things for Olivia, but Artie was looking closely enough now to notice something different about the way the tall Asian looked at her. She laughed at something he was saying as they found their seats near the back of the auditorium, a safe distance from everyone else.
'But he's a freshman,' Artie muttered, almost to himself. He couldn't have seen that coming, but maybe she had liked him all along. She was always praising Tina and Yudai's duet, and perhaps that had nothing to do with the song. Well, there was something else that Artie and Olivia had in common. Asians... they both liked Asians.
'Tell me something,' said Mercedes, suddenly, leaning in towards Artie. On the other side, Kurt leaned in as well, causing Artie to feel a bit crowded by their closeness. 'Something has been bothering me ever since you rushed off to be by her side at the hospital two weeks ago. And I finally figured out what that something is. You... you didn't break up with Tina for Olivia, did you?'
'Mercedes, Tina broke up with me,' Artie corrected, hastily, tearing his eyes away from Olivia. He maintained his innocence in spite of knowing that it was his behavior that prompted Tina to call it quits. In truth, it was all his fault for allowing Tina to feel threatened in the first place.
'I still have a hard time working that out when...' she blushed, though it was hard to see on her cocoa-colored skin, and ducked her head in embarrassment. 'Nevermind. Tina would kill me if I said anything. Nevermind.'
'No, now you have to say it,' Artie demanded. Mercedes, who never could keep secrets very well, wasn't going to hold out on him now. Not if he had anything to say about it. Artie pleaded with his eyes, thinking this information might be important. 'Tell me.'
Mercedes exhaled loudly, as though it were costing her a lot to reveal her gossip. Kurt smirked, knowingly, as Mercedes gave in without a fight and told Artie everything. 'She had just told me that the two of you were getting pretty serious,' she admitted. 'And how she was already imaging a future with you, Artie, talking about going off to college with you...'
College?! But they were just juniors. Artie's eyes grew wide at the idea that Tina was thinking so far ahead. He felt foolish for harboring that stupid suspicion, for even thinking that she was just looking for a way to get out of the relationship but let him down gently. It was always Artie who had the problem with being the 'abnormal' one. Tina never cared about that.
'Damn, I said way too much...' Mercedes looked worried as Artie stared across the room, his eyes fixed on Tina.
'You think?' Kurt added, helpfully.
'But you can imagine my surprise?' she continued, ignoring Kurt. 'When, out of the blue, the two of you break up. And now you tell me that it was Tina's idea. Explain that to me better, Wheels. I can't make heads or tails of it. It looks like the idea was yours to begin with.' And Mercedes gave a nod in Olivia's direction.
'The best part of breaking up is making up,' Kurt said, after a moment of silence in which Artie didn't have an answer for Mercedes. He recognized the painful longing in his friend's eyes. If anyone knew the feeling of painfully longing for someone you couldn't have, it would have to be Kurt. He nudged Artie's shoulder gently. 'Just talk to her.'
Before Artie could respond to that, however, they were being summoned to the stage for a first run-through of their number. Mr. Schuester announced that he'd settled on Pump Up the Jam by some obscure 90's group called Technotronic. He put the song on and announced they'd try choreography first, followed by lyrics. Artie and Olivia were side by side in their wheelchairs, trying to work out their moves together. The rest danced around awkwardly, copying moves supplied by the Cheerios.
Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Kurt did an impressive toe touch while several of the Cheerios launched themselves into back handsprings. Mike defaulted to his favorite pop 'n lock moves while Matt attempted to copy. Finn moved side to side, looking around in confusion. Meanwhile, Olivia and Artie invented a few hand movements and popped wheelies for good measure.
'Oh, hell to the no,' Mercedes spoke up. 'Can't we make this more interesting?'
'But there's not much we can do with this song, is there?' Tina interjected, looking at the others. As she spoke, her expression changed. Artie recognized that expression; she had an idea. She smiled. 'Unless... we do a mash-up!'
'Defying Gravity,' Kurt said, suddenly, shooting a sideways glance at Rachel as he spoke. This caught a few chuckles from the athletes in the bunch, but Rachel was already nodding enthusiastically. 'Just think about it,' he went on. 'Pump up the jam... defying gravity... lyrically, they're a match. All we do is tweak both songs, change the beat up, and we've got a mash-up!'
'It's a great mash-up!' Olivia interjected, and Kurt beamed appreciatively at her show of support. 'And I see what you're saying, Kurt. The reason it works is because... well, because you don't expect it. You don't expect these songs to fit together since they're so different. But it can work. We can make it work.'
Artie thought he saw Olivia's eyes flicker in his direction.
'Artie?'
She found him in the choir room, sitting by the piano and holding the note he'd received. It was typed, but he recognized Tina's handwriting at the bottom where she'd signed her name. He couldn't help but smile at how clever it was of her to deliver the note the way she did. He discovered it at the end of the day, when someone pointed out that a piece of paper was taped to the back of his wheelchair. He remembered how he'd groaned, expecting to find a sign reading 'KICK THE WHEELCHAIR!'
And instead, he found this: Artie, meet me in the choir room. Tina.
'Hey,' she said, timidly, stopping at the doorway. 'Uh, I got your note. The one you put in my locker. Can't really figure out how you put it there, though, since my locker's on top. Did Finn help you or something?'
'My note?'
'Yes, the one that said to meet you here,' Tina went on, holding up a piece of paper. Hers was typed, just like Artie's, and Artie squinted when he noticed the signature. Someone had done a very, very good job of copying his signature. If Artie didn't know better, he would have thought that it was his own writing.
'No, I got a note from you,' said Artie, shaking his head. 'Taped to the back of my wheelchair. See?' He held up his note.
'That... that looks like my signature,' said Tina. She looked from the note to Artie, clearly just as confused as he. 'But it isn't. I didn't write that note, Artie. What's going on? Are we being set up?'
'You are,' said another voice. Startled, Tina stepped aside to reveal someone else in the doorway behind her. Olivia shifted her weight on her crutches to wave guiltily at them. 'Hi, um. I did it. I wrote the notes. I couldn't think of another way to get you both to come here. Sorry about that. Can, uh, I come in?'
Tina moved to allow Olivia to enter the room, but said nothing. She shot Artie a meaingful look, and Artie held up his hands. 'I had nothing to do with this,' Artie said, quickly. 'She did this on her own.'
'You... you both should sit down,' Olivia said, nervously. She glanced down at Artie who, of course, was already seated and blushed slightly. Tina smiled at that and took a seat in the plastic chair beside him. Artie noticed that they were seating in the middle of the front row, their old seats in glee last year.
'Sit down, Olivia,' said Tina.
'Thanks, but I prefer to stand,' said the other girl. 'I... I don't intend to stay long. I think the two of you need to talk. I can't stand how uncomfortable its been since... since you broke up. I always thought your relationship looked perfect, like... like a mash-up. I'll say it again. It works because you don't expect it. Sometimes you don't expect the songs in a mash-up to fit together since they're so different. But it can work. You can make it work.'
Tina and Artie looked at each other, briefly, then looked back at Olivia.
She sighed. 'That's all I wanted to say. And that... I'm sorry for any confusion I caused. I'm gonna leave now. I hope that you guys will stay. Please stay. Talk to each other. Please.'
With that, the younger girl shifted her weight on her crutches and hurried out before either Tina or Artie could say anything. Artie watched her go, wondering whether to be grateful or angry about the set up. Now that he knew Tina hadn't initiated anything, he felt all the confidence that had been building up drain from his body. He glanced nervously at Tina, who sat rather rigidly beside him.
'Artie, it's not as though I'm angry,' she began, though Artie noticed she didn't look directly at him as she spoke. She seemed to address the floor instead. 'We broke up. Couples break up. We're still friends.'
'Are we?' Artie echoed, cautiously. 'We haven't even hung out together outside of school. I feel like I know you about as well as I know all the new kids in glee club, Tina. And I hate that. Plus, I hate that it's all my fault.'
'Your fault?' Tina looked up. 'How? I broke up with you.'
'You say that,' he continued, studying her face carefully. Tina bit her lip. 'But I know the truth. You forgave me, Tee, for the way I reacted when you told me how you faked you stutter. But you never really forgot, did you? And then you see Olivia... and you thought I wanted someone who could understand...'
'Didn't you?' Tina blinked, in confusion. 'Because the next thing I know, she's going out with the other other-Asian and you seem like you're totally okay with that.'
'I'll be honest because lying to you never got me anywhere,' he said, sighing heavily. 'I thought I wanted someone who could relate to me. I thought that Olivia and I had something really important in common. But...'
Artie unlocked his wheels so that he could move closer to Tina.
She had dropped her eyes again, upon hearing him say the words that she had tried so hard to forget about. She had never forgotten that moment, not really. Always it had been there, in the back of her mind, haunting her. I thought we had something really important in common. And then Olivia had hobbled into their lives, her crutches telling her whole life's story. Tina figured a quiet surrender was the best way.
'... turns out, it's not as important as I thought. In fact, it isn't important at all.'
She wouldn't raise her chin to look at him so he reached out, trying to raise it for her. When she looked at him, he felt his heart soar. He saw nothing but love in those eyes. Love. In the five months that they had dated, neither of them had said it. She blinked back tears, but managed a small smile in return. His heart took another giant leap in his chest.
'I love you, Tina Cohen-Chang,' he said, bravely. 'You get me when no one else does. I'm just sorry it took me so long to realize. And I'm sorry I ever looked at another girl, even for a second, when I had you right in front of me the whole time. I won't look away again. I love you so much.'
She chewed at her lip, and Artie felt his heart plummet into his stomach. She doesn't love me, he thought, frantically. I blew it big time. Worse than lying about my accident, worse than lying about anything...
'If we're a mash-up, am I Jock Jams or Broadway?'
'Uh, what?'
'Nevermind,' she said, a smile spreading across her beautiful face. 'I love you, too, Artie.'
'Uh, what?'
'You get me,' she replied, smiling smugly at him now, having enjoyed taking him completely by surprise. 'When no one else does. Olivia's right, you know? We're Jock Jams and Broadway, Oldies and R&B. The perfect mash-up because we make it work. I'm glad she helped us realize that. Now kiss me already before I change my mind.'
Dumbfounded, Artie was happy to oblige.
(The end. Nine chapters, my new record.)