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THIS STORY HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR AWHILE. I KNOW THE IDEA OF ARTIE AND DAVE SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT THEY WOULD BE LIKE TOGETHER :). IF YOU GUYS CAN GIVE THIS A CHANCE I WOULD APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH! :)

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A COUPLE THINGS TO NOTE- IN THIS STORY THE WHOLE SITUATION WITH DAVE AND KURT NEVER HAPPENED- AT LEAST NOT IN THIS STORY. SECOND THING IS THAT ARTIE, DAVE, PUCK AND SANTANA ARE MAIN CHARACTERS BUT MORE CHARACTERS WILL HAVE MINOR PARTS IN THIS, INCLUDING KURT.

ONE MORE THING I ALSO WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING DIFFERENT SO EACH CHAPTER WILL BE NAMED. JUST FYI. :)

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Chapter 1

Do You Know Your Enemy?-

SPLASH!

Artie's world suddenly became a very red, stinging…and very cold world. He looked down as he heard cruel laughter from behind him. He didn't have to turn around to see who slushied him.

Karofsky.

DAMN HIM, Artie thought.

Head still bowed, Artie began the slow roll to the boys' bathroom. He already had a routine down on handling this situation and he could do it on his own.

Abrams was one lucky guy…yeah – very lucky.

Reaching the boy's bathroom, he was annoyed to see the handicapped button wasn't working – again. Feeling the ice cold slush dripping further down his face, collar, shirt, chest, he harshly rolled his chair against the door, banging it open.

A hard clang of metal on tile was soundly heard throughout the hall. One would've thought Artie would be angry about his predicament. Well, he was. But he'd grown accustomed to the ruthless bullying and, well, he could handle it.

At least, that's what he told himself.

He wheeled up to the sink and completely avoided the mirror. Shivering from the slushy, he swore as he turned on the water and reached up to get towels. Of course, they were just slightly out of his reach.

So, he stretched, extending his arm completely forward when suddenly a hand was there to quickly snatch three towels.

"Honestly, Artie," Kurt began, mother hen-like, "you CAN ask for help you know."

"I'm fine, Kurt."

Artie automatically answered, shifting back in his seat.

"No, you're not. EVERYBODY needs help when they get slushied. It's a difficult job to do for one person. Someone needs to rinse, re-rinse, re-rinse, re-rinse…AGAIN, and then use some product."

"I don't use product."

Artie said, looking down a little.

Kurt ignored him, snatching a few more paper towels and grabbing Artie's bag.

"Hey!"

"Artie, I'm just getting your slushy supplies."

Artie angrily sighed, looking away, hating how the liquid got so sticky so quick. He shivered a little and Kurt noticed.

So, he quickly wet the towels and turned back towards Artie.

"Forward."

Kurt ordered.

Artie hesitated for just a moment before wheeling up to the sink and dropping his head. Kurt forcefully pulled it closer and Artie tried to protest.

Of course, it wouldn't do any good. Soon, Artie felt the warm water sloshing through his fine, brown hair like a slushy.

It was wonderfully soothing, but also annoying for Artie to admit that Kurt was right.

"Who did this?"

Kurt asked.

"Well, who do you-?"

"Azimio?"

Artie turned his head towards Kurt, but Kurt forcefully put his head back in the previous position.

Water continued to rinse and soothe his cool, sugary, icy hair and skin. His eyes closed for a long moment as Kurt's fingers sifted nearly all of the slushy out of Artie's hair in one good stroke.

But they both knew it would take multiple rinses.

So, Artie relaxed as best he could under the circumstances.

"No. Karof-"

"Of course."

Kurt interrupted again.

"Of course it was Karofsky. Lean back a little."

Artie did as he was told, feeling just a few droplets of warm water on his throat.

The relief of the water and the passage of time gave Artie time to think. Emotions suddenly brewed in his head, expanding and contracting into a maelstrom of…hate?

No, not hate.

Disappointment. Embarrassment. ANGER.

His eyes bulged and he even shook a little.

"Still cold?"

Kurt asked, wiping Artie's neck.

"No."

Artie viciously answered.

Kurt stood erect at the response.

"Artie, he's just a dumb bully. Ignore him."

Artie didn't say anything.

Kurt was almost done wiping the excess water from Artie's neck and collar. Pulling out another bottle, Artie looked at it sideways.

"This is fine, Kurt."

Kurt sighed.

"You really should-"

"It's FINE."

Artie nastily interrupted.

Kurt paused for a second before placing his own bottle of mousse in his backpack and turning back to his wheelchair-bound friend.

He placed a comforting hand on Artie's shoulder.

"Are you gonna be OK?"

Kurt comfortingly asked.

"Yeah," Artie absent-mindedly replied.

"Fine."

"Alright then," Kurt said, turning towards the exit.

"See you in glee."

And just as Kurt reached the door, Artie called out, "Kurt?"

Door open all the way, Kurt stopped and looked at him.

"Thanks."

Kurt smiled and left.

.

Determination. Focus. ANGER. Frustration.

Actual speaking words weren't available.

Artie was trying to come up with something to say to Karofsky when he eventually saw him again.

There were times they passed each other in the halls after school, but it wasn't all the time.

He knew he had plenty of time to think of the appropriate thing to say to Karofsky as he rounded the science hall.

Wheeling down the halls of McKinley High School, he knew, while Kurt was rinsing his hair that had had to confront Karofsky.

This has gone on long enough.

It's not like the administration was much help.

Artie was a glee kid in a wheelchair. A nerd. A waste of time.

Unimportant.

Artie shook his head at that.

He rounded the hall, entering another main artery of the school when he was suddenly confronted with a head-down Karofsky barreling towards him!

Very angry.

Head down, eyes narrowed, mouth slightly open, Karofsky wasn't looking up, seemingly expecting any and every thing to get out of his way.

But Artie just…stopped.

Finally, Karofsky noticed him, coming to a halt just a few feet away.

"Get out of the way, wheels!"

Karofsky sneered.

When Artie simply looked at him, Karofsky dodged to the right to get around him.

But something in Artie clicked.

This is it, Artie thought.

He wheeled directly in front of Karofsky, effectively stopping him. Dave looked bewildered.

"What the hell are you doin'?"

Karofsky roared.

"Want another slushy?" He evilly laughed.

But Artie simply stared at him, arms folded, waiting for the right guard to stop laughing.

He finally did, but not before Karofsky tried yet again to get around him. And again, Artie wheeled in his way.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Karofsky yelled.

"I ain't opposed to rolling you out of this scho-"

"It's my turn to talk."

Artie quietly yet firmly said.

He tried his best to show no fear but was sure Karofsky was picking up on some.

"It's MY turn."

Karofsky stared at him dumbfounded for a second before he said, "I gotta get to class."

He AGAIN darted around the wheelchair bound glee clubber and AGAIN, he got in his way. In fact, Karofsky nearly tripped on the leg brace of Artie's chair. Karofsky snarled and angrily slapped the chair, rolling Artie halfway around, before an all-tuned hand turned himself back towards his bully.

Karofsky was totally bowled over!

"You askin' for some shit?"

"I want you to listen to me, Karofsky."

He peered his eyes at Artie, incredibly angry…yet curious.

Karofsky folded his arms, glaring at Artie.

"Alright."

Karofsky gloated, looking right and left, and then back to him.

"What?"

Artie wheeled just a bit closer.

"You're a big, tough guy."

Karofsky smiled.

"And a coward."

Karofsky's smile vanished.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah."

Artie began, ever so slowly gaining more and more confidence.

"Yeah, you are. You pick on a kid in a wheelchair and my friends."

"Your friends are losers! And I'm not a coward."

"Hear me out, tough guy."

Artie coolly replied.

Karofsky was both amazed and oddly complimented.

"Does it really make you feel like a better man to slushy a totally defenseless guy?"

Karofsky said nothing, stone-cold glare intact.

"And, you know I'm talking about me."

Again, Karofsky said nothing, arms now folded across his broad chest.

"Why," Artie whispered, "do you do it?"

"Because you all deserve it?" Karofsky briefly looked away, as if he suddenly couldn't look at Artie.

"Why?"

Karofsky snapped his head back.

"What do you mean 'why'?"

"I mean…why?"

Karofsky scoffed, letting his arms go wide.

"It's alllllll over the school. Nobody likes you and your so-called friends. Now, get the hell out of my-"

"Then why bother?"

Artie countered.

"Why bother messing with us? Why bother slushying us?"

Artie was now getting angry, letting it fly.

"Why do you have to mess me up so bad that I have to ALWAYS have a change of clothes because of you and Azimio and any of the other IDIOTS THAT WANT TO FUCK WITH US!"

"ABRAMS! KAROFSKY!"

The boys whirled around to see Coach Beiste angrily approaching them.

"What the hell's goin' on here?!"

Both boys were stunned into silence for a moment before Karofsky broke the silence.

"N-nuthin', coach."

"Yeah, right nuthin'!"

Beiste roared.

"That's like a sow with sunken utters!"

Both boys narrowed their eyes in confusion as she continued.

"I can see what's goin' on!"

"Really, Coach," Karofsky hesitantly began, "it's nuth-"

"Karofsky," Beiste yelled, "let me guess? You were messin' with him!"

"No, Coach!"

Karofsky pleaded.

"We were just-"

"Yes, he was."

Artie quietly said.

"He ALWAYS does."

"I do not!"

Karofsky whined.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't!"

Dave sneered through gritted teeth.

But Artie exploded.

"The FUCK YOU DO!"

"Abrams!"

Beiste exerted her authority.

"Shut it!"

Karofsky smiled a little, looking down.

"You too, Karofsky."

His smile instantly vanished, as the two guilty boys looked anywhere but at Coach Beiste's face.

She folded her strong arms across her chest, eying them both up and down.

"Detention," she began. Both boys' head shot up.

"Both of you."

"What?"

Artie and Karofsky chorused.

"Coach, come on!"

Karofsky pleaded.

"Too bad!"

Shannon angrily said.

"And you Abrams? I'm disappointed in you too. Never heard you lose your cool like that before."

"It's all Karofsky's fault."

Artie guiltily said.

"No, it's not!"

Karofsky pleaded.

"Yes it is. It ALWAYS is."

"Yeah, well," Beiste interrupted, holding her hands up for the boys to be silent.

"I don't care. You both are guilty."

Abrams for swearing too much and Karofsky for messin' with him."

The boys looked away, annoyed at what they had to face.

"Detention."

Beiste ordered.

"Now!"

The boys angrily turned the other way and headed towards in-school jail.

But as they left, Coach Beiste watched them go, as the wheels and gears of thought turned in her head.

AN: SO, WORTH CONTINUING? LET ME KNOW. :-) PLEASE REVIEW. PLEASE BE KIND. THANK YOU! I KNOW ITS SHORT, IT WILL BE LONGER IN FUTURE CHAPTERS. :) HAVE A NICE DAY-ILOVESMESOMEGLEEX3