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Chapter 4

That night I didn't even know what to think. Artie wasn't returning my calls. Or Kurt's. Or Mercedes for that matter. It was making me really worried.

"Maybe you should just go over to his house," Kurt suggested. I was on a conference call with him and Mercedes.

"Yeah girl, that's what I would do," Mercedes agreed.

"But it's like 10:30," I said looking at my clock on my bedside table.

"Like you haven't snuck over there before Cate, honestly," Kurt said loudly.

"Ok, sheesh."

"And has your sister said anything to you?" Mercedes asked.

"Nope. She won't even talk to me. I don't know what's going on with her. That's why I hate this whole Puck thing going on," I said, hugging my pillow closer to me.

"Hey Cate," Kurt started. "You know, if you did go over to Artie's there is one good thing about it."

"What?"

"He won't be able to run away," Kurt said, trying not to be offensive. But it just made me laugh.

"Oh gosh Kurt!" I said through laughs.

"Well, you need to go talk to him girl. Like, now. And then tell us how it goes," Mercedes said with a sigh.

"Ok, I will. I'll talk to you two later." We said our goodbyes and we hung up.

I got up off of my bed and went to my closet. I pulled on a pair of jeans, which wasn't very easy. I was very thankful that it was still kinda warm from just getting out of summer, there had been no need for me to wear jeans. But it was currently very chilly out, and I wasn't going to walk 20 minutes in shorts. I grabbed a sweatshirt and climbed out of my window.

Oh my way to Artie's I was more than anxious. I remember the last time I had walked to Artie's. I was anxious then too, but a good anxious. Not a 'terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach for something that you didn't even do but now you have to fix' way.

I ended up at Artie's house and saw his family sitting in their living room watching TV. Artie was there too.

"Damn it!" I said under my breath. I decided that I would have to go wait by Artie's window and wait for him to come into his room. I didn't know how long I would have to wait, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to let this go. I wasn't going to simply turn around and go home. So I walked over to the side of his house and stood in front of his window. My leg started to hurt after about 10 minute, so I pulled over the recycle can and sat on that, peering in the side of Artie's room.

After checking my phone every 10 minutes, it was eventually 11 o'clock. I was freezing and about to give up and go home, but then I heard a noise coming from outside of his door. It opened and then the light turned on. It was Artie. He closed the door and instantly took his shirt off. I had forgotten how muscular he was, I ended up sighing like a 12 year old girl. He wheeled over to his bed and pulled himself up on it. He proceeded to take his pants off so he was only laying there in his boxers. I almost felt guilty watching him undress like he was, not knowing I was there. He took his phone out of his pants.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number to see what he would do. As I heard my phone ring, I saw him look down at his phone that must have been vibrating in his hand. He just stared at his phone, seeming to not know what to do. Before it was done ringing, he eventually came to the decision of putting it on his dresser.

That was it.

I hopped off his recycle bin onto my good leg before knocking on his window. He jumped almost out of his bed. He looked over and just looked at me in disbelief. He got back down into his chair and wheeled over to the window which no long had the desk underneath it like before. He opened the window.

"What are you doing here Cate?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"Why the hell aren't you returning my texts or calls?" I asked rudely.

"Like you wouldn't know!" he shouted quitely. I didn't even respond before I proceeded to climb back on the recycle bin and start to climb in through his window.

"Cate! You're going to hurt your leg again!" he said in a mad worried tone.

"I honestly don't give a damn right now," I said, stepping down on the arm rest of his chair. I hopped down again on my good leg.

"Catherine you're getting that off tomorrow! What would have happened if you would have hurt it worse!" he said, now almost frustrated, but completely concerned at the same time. I leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. He almost resisted at first, but soon gave in and began kissing me back. I pulled away.

"You never did anything with Puck did you?" he asked suddenly, defeated.

"Did really kissing you solve everything right now?" I asked, laughing a bit. But then I got angry.

"Artie, why wouldn't you talk to me?" I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He sighed.

"Just, I dunno. Puck is so much more of a man than I am. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time a girl has left me for another guy," he said trailing off. I leaned up and kissed him again.

"Artie. I'm not Tina. I'm not going to leave you like she did. And you are much more of a man than Puck could ever wish he could be," I said smiling. Suddenly there was a knock at Artie's door. I instantly jumped up and ran into his closet, shutting the door behind me quitely.

"You can come in." His door opened.

"Hey mom, what's up?"

"I just thought I heard someone else in here. A girl. It sounded like Cate," I heard his mom say. My heart was pounding outside of my chest.

"Oh I just got off the phone with her. I had her on speaker phone," he said cooly.

"Why are you in your wheelchair?"

"I had to open my window. It was a little too warm in here for me."

I was surprised how calmly he was. I mean, Artie wasn't known for keep his cool in tight situations.

"Well, alright. Sleep well," she said. "Oh! I forgot. Are you still spending the night at Matt's tomorrow night?"

"Yep."

I began looking around his closet. It was a pretty good size, and there were so many sweaters and sweater vests. I chuckled to myself. I loved how Artie dressed a little bit like my grandfather. It's adorable. All of a sudden the closet door, and I turned around to see Artie.

"Having fun in there?" he asked. I giggled.

"Of course!" I replied sarcastically. I looked at one of his sweaters and instantly fell in love with it.

"Hey Artie, can I borrow this?" I asked, holding it out on it's hanger. He chuckled.

"You wanna borrow that? What? For another pillow case?" he asked.

"No, I would wear it!" I said happily. It was dark blue, light blue and white plaid. It was button up and absolutely awesome.

"Yeah, sure," he said smiling, shrugging his shoulders. I smiled.

"What?" he asked.

"I don't think that it's fair that you're so stinking cute," I said, leaning down and kissing him. I put my hands on his shoulders and was almost shocked by his bare skin. I had totally forgotten that he was simply sitting in his boxers. He began to wrap his arms around me but I stopped him.

"Just wait until tomorrow night," I said trying to be a little flirty. I gave him another kiss. "You wanna give me a boost out the window?" He nodded and wheeled over underneath the window. I stepped up onto the arm rests of his chair and stepped out onto the recycle bin.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school," I said with a wink before heading off back to my house.

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