Here's what you missed on Glee.

Melissa and Artie got into a make out session after they both finally admitted that they were in love with each other but then Melissa's mom came home and caught them.

Melissa and her mother kind of got into an argument and they both said things that they really didn't mean to each other like the ever famous: "Well, you'renot acting like a teenager!", "Just because I was a mistake doesn't mean I'll make the same one!" or my favorite, "I hate you!" Ooh.

It doesn't really have much to do with the story, but afterwards, Kurt was trying to change his clothes so he could go have dinner.

And that's what you missed on Glee.

A few days passed without incident. Other than a few short conversations in Spanish, things between Artie and I fell back into their usual routine of not making eye contact and ignoring each other's existence.

On Tuesday I finally figured out why Mr. Schue wanted me to get a tutor as he gave us a pop quiz on what I vaguely remembered Artie calling "stem change verbs". These were verbs like 'tener', which had what Mr. Schue called a "goofy yo form". The day before he was practically drilling us: "The stem only stays the same for 'nosotros'." He then gave an example: "Tenemos el conocimiento. Yo estoy feliz." It was just starting to click for me that 'yo' was Spanish for 'I'.

It was probably best that I spoke only in English.

On Thursday, Mr. Schue had our tests graded. It was the end of the period and Artie and I were still ignoring each other. I wanted to ask him what was going on between us when Mr. Schue walked up with a paper in hand. Oh, great, I thought, already feeling myself flush, Mr. Schue is gonna tell me how bad I did on the quiz, then Artie's gonna get blamed because he's supposed to be helping me...

"Melissa?"

"Y-yes, Mr. Schue?" I stammered.

However, I had no reason to worry. The poker face he had broke into a grin as he held up my paper, with a red A+ on the top and a smile on his face. "Great job on the quiz," he said. He looked at Artie with a smirk. "I guess the tutoring session really paid off?"

Artie nodded. "Melissa's a great student." He flashed me a look that said it all: We'll talk later. "I don't see why she's not getting it on her own."

Thanks, Artie, I thought as he finished his sentence.

Mr. Schue laughed. "Well, thanks for helping out, Artie." He walked away.

Artie studied me for a moment; I tried to ignore the prying glances, but it was finally too much. "What?"

He shook his head, turning away. "Nothing."

That day we had glee club. When I got to the club, all of the other glee clubbers were excitedly talking about something. Artie sat in the corner, pretending not to take notice. I frowned when I saw Puck look at me while he was filling in Santana, Quinn, and Finn. Santana's eyes flicked over to Artie. That's when I knew something was up.

I walked up to Kurt and Mercedes, who were both busy talking to Tina. "Hey," I said.

Tina narrowed her eyes at me and went back to listening to Kurt and Mercedes, whose voices had dropped when I walked over. I said nothing, instead waiting for them to finish what they were doing. Finally, Tina shot me the most disgusting look I had ever imagined and walked away. "Ouch," I said to Kurt and Mercedes. "What's her problem?"

"What's her problem?" Mercedes said. "Do you even know what people have been saying?"

"No," I said, confused. "What?"

"The rumor is that you and Wheels had a bit of...well, let's just say fun at your tutoring session on Saturday," Kurt said. "And your mom seemed pretty angry. Patched things up with her yet?"

What? "Whoa, what? How did you know that Artie and I..." I stopped, more focused on the second part of his speech. "How did you know that my mom and I were angry at each other?"

"Well, if my suspicions are correct, Artie got to your house at about two o'clock in the afternoon. You probably made light conversation and then excused yourself to go get your Spanish book. I'm going to guess that then you studied with him for two hours, most of those two hours you were completely clueless, then both of your parents left, and your mother returned home to find you, oh, I don't know, either in his lap or against the wall playing a little game of...baseball. I'm gonna guess you got all the way to first before you got your third strike?"

I stared at him, my mouth open. It was scary how accurate all this was. "Uh...no."

"You're a liar, Widman, and I know it."

"Well, I don't understand how you even got the times and such correct, but what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that I'm going to guess our friend Artie wasn't smart enough to keep his mouth shut, and now all of glee club knows that you're more or less a couple."

"Well, that's where they're wrong. We haven't discussed that at all. And why was Tina so bitter?"

Before I got an answer, though, Mr. Schue came in the room and wrote the word 'Ballad' on the board, then turned to us. "Ballad. From Middle English Ballad. Who knows what this word means?"

"It's a male duck," Brittany answered.

I had grown used to this already from Brittany and said nothing, rolling my eyes. Mr. Schue almost considered this for a second, then called on Kurt, who was sitting beside me. "A ballad is a love song."

"Sometimes, but they don't always express love. Ballads are stories set to music, which is why they're the perfect storm of self-expression. Stories and music are the way we express feelings that we can't get out"-a few eyes flicked over to me (two of them being the baby blues that belonged to Artie), but I ignored them-"any other way. Okay, now, Sectionals are in a few weeks. And there's a new rule this year. We have to perform...a ballad." He pointed at the board when he said this.

Rachel said something rather excitedly about how she mailed a letter once a week to the Ohio Show Choir Committee about ballads.

Mr. Schue regarded her with a grain of salt, continuing, "Okay. Here's our assignment for the week. I'm gonna pair you off and I want you to pick a ballad to sing to your partner." As Artie was right in front of him, he demonstrated on him. It was crazy, but to me it almost seemed like he was giving him advice for our relationship. I stopped myself from shaking my head. What relationship? We didn't have a relationship. "Look them right in the eye, find the emotion you want to express, and make them feel it."

Artie looked like he was making a mental note to himself when Finn announced, "I pick Quinn."

Mr. Schue met this was an immediate round of 'no's'. "Too easy. Your partners will be chosen by fate."

The room oohed loudly. I was just nervous that I'd end up with someone like Puck or Santana. It seemed that if anyone in glee club had a bone to pick with me, it would be them, and they would not be shy about it.

"Ooh, yeah," Mr. Schue said lightheartedly. "I put all your names in this hat," he said, picking up a black hat from the piano. "Whoever you choose is your partner."

Santana did a quick headcount. "There's thirteen of us," she said, "one of us won't be paired up with anyone."

"Then I guess I'll have to put my own name in for now," Mr. Schue said, quickly scrawling his name on a blue piece of paper. "Who's up first?" Puck stood and went to the front of the room. The rest of the room, sans me who was busy praying that it wasn't me, gave him a drum roll. He picked up a blue paper, read it, and announced, "Mercedes."

She looked at him, rolled her eyes and turned to me. "Hell. No," she whispered.

It was awful of me, but the only thing I thought was, At least it wasn't me.

"Alright."

Matt went up, pulled out a second blue paper, and said, "Quinn."

Quinn smiled, raising her eyebrows, but looked shocked. Of course she wanted to be with Finn; just a second ago she had been resting her head on his shoulder when he announced that he had chosen her as his partner.

Finn was next, going to the hat, blinking at the blue sheet he got, and said, in surprise, "Kurt."

I could see Kurt suppressing a grin as the rest of the room giggled. "Mr. Schue, I don't know if I can do this with another guy," Finn said quickly.

"The fates have spoken, Finn," Mr. Schue said as Tina went up. The look on her face, plus what she was mouthing (though I seemed to be the only that caught the please be Artie thing she had going on), told me she had made up her mind about who her partner would be if she had her way. "Other Asian," she announced sullenly.

Artie went up as I muttered something to Kurt about the great luck the three of us were having, though I probably should have been paying more attention as Artie chose his blue slip and read off the name...

"Melissa."

"Huh?" I said involuntarily.

The rest of the room oohed a second time, all looking at me. Tina, especially, was glaring daggers, though I didn't see what so wrong with singing with Mike. Mercedes gave me a knowing look. "Hey, hey, hey," Mr. Schue said; he had let the comment Mercedes said, Quinn's response, and the laughter met with Kurt's name go unnoticed, so why should he have cared about a bit of laughter?

But I was honestly so grateful for it.

Let's just say if Artie was trying to express something that Mr. Schue had said, he had listened, because the ballad that he chose was The Scientist by Coldplay. I had never heard the song before, like our first duet, and looked it up online. To my surprise, I found that it was a piano ballad, but more specifically, it was another love song.

He asked me to meet him in the choir room again so we could go through the song, but he said that since we would be singing to our partner, I wouldn't have to sing to the glee club unless I absolutely wanted to. Obviously, he learned from our first performance how bad my stage fright truly was. I thanked him for that.

His voice, as always, was beautiful and rhythmic. It almost put me to sleep, but in a good way. At the end of the song, I said, "You really should teach me how to play piano."

"Well, let's focus on getting your Spanish under wraps first," he said, smirking. "Mr. Schue never said if he wanted me to tutor you more, so..."

"Oh." I didn't want to ruin his day by having to put up with me, so I said, "Um...well, if you want to help me some more..."

"Hey, I'm getting extra credit for this, of course I do," he said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes. "Ha, ha."

"Hey." I looked up. "We never did work things out with us last time."

Ljdsfdslfj. I haven't written this story in six months o.O I'm sorry I've just been busy and forgot all about it but then I saw On My Way the other day and the "what I'm looking forward to" speech thing that the glee club made inspired me to update this. I obviously changed what happened in Ballad so that Matt was there, and therefore got paired up with Quinn so that Artie and Melissa could be paired up. Yes this was important so that I could work on their relationship in better detail. I'm also trying to make the "and that's what you missed" parts longer like on the show. So um reviews are nice. Very very nice. And appreciated. But not needed. I need to work on my English essay but I really don't want to :c I hate essays so much. I wish they were more like writing that I do for fun. Ughhhh. :c Anyway, please review. :D Please let me know what you thought of On My Way in the review as well.

- Hatter of Madness