[ Fic-A-Thon ] Sloppy Seconds

The following is a follow up scene to the one where Becky interrupted Kitty and Artie kissing in the hallway and accused kitty of getting her sloppy seconds. Obviously Kitty was wondering what was going on and here is Artie’s explanation.

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“So what exactly happened between you and Becky?” Kitty asked. “Or don’t I want to know?”

“No, it really started out kind of innocent.  It all happened about a year ago,” Artie told her. “Mr. Schue had told us in glee club that he was finally ready to propose to Ms. Pillsbury and wanted our help coming up with a musical number to impress her.”

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“Hey, Sugar,” Artie asked wheeling up to her locker, “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to work on a number together for Mr. Schue. Since I’m a director, I-I thought, you know, it would be really great –

“Look, Artie, you seem really sweet. You’re really just not my type.”

“No, I wasn’t really asking you out, but-”

“I just think we’d look really weird together. Not that you’re disabled. It’s ’cause I’m abled, and people are really mean. I’m really worried that people are gonna think your legs look thinner than my arms.”

She put her hand on my cheek in a condescending effort to come off comforting, and then walked off.

“What?” He mouthed.

Just then Becky approached him and asked, “Hi, Artie. Um, do you want to go out?”

“Go out where?”

“On a date?”

She reached over and brushed the hair out of his eyes.

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“It was kind of sweet and I didn’t think much of it when I invited her to watch me get my sexy on when Mike, and I showed Mr. Schue our idea of a proposal number, a mashup of Moves Like Jagger and Jumpin’ Jack Flash, which would accentuate his hips.”

“So did he go with your suggestion?”

“Huh?”

“Mr Schue?”

“Oh,  uh, no. He rejected our suggestion, as well as the girls’ sappy rendition of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, in favor of a mass synchronized swimming number presented by Sam.

“But, anyway, Becky wanted more. She wanted part 2 to be dinner at BreadstiX. I was a bit surprised, but it seemed innocent enough at the time so I said yes.  We spent the evening chatting and getting to know each other. As I got to know her I began to like her – you know, as a person – and told her as much. But she got the wrong idea. My friends in Glee tried to warn me, but I didn’t see it until …

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Becky walked up to Artie at his locker,

“Hey, Becky. What’s up?”

“Hey, hottie. Friday. My place – We’re going to do it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I just sent you a taste of what you’re going to get Friday night.”

She walked down the hall, placing a hand on his shoulder as she passed.

His phone buzzed and he was shocked by what he saw when he looked at it.

“Oh, my.”

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“It was a nude picture.”

“Really? I didn’t think she had it in her,” Kitty responded, laughing.

“So I went and talked to the one person who knew Beckey, better than anyone else in the world-”

“-Coach Sue?-”

“Yes. And after making a joke about it she asked if I wanted to go out with her again, and when I told her no, she reminded me that Becky just wanted to be treated like everybody else, and I should treat the the same as any other girl who was interested in me but whom I didn’t return feelings for.

“So I did.”

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Artie rolled up to her when Becky was at her locker exchanging books.

“Hi, Becky,” he began cautiously, “about Friday night.”

“Are you excited?”

He took a deep breath and said, “Look, I haven’t been completely clear with you. I really like being your friend, but I don’t think we should date.”

Her eyes widened and she asked, “Is it because I’m too intimidating?”

“Yeah,” he answered. She took it better than expected, and he figured it was best to keep explanations simple.

“I get it,” she answered. “See you later.”

She turned and walked away.

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“I could see that she was upset, but I think she handled well. But ever since I’ve gotten the impression that she never completely let the idea of that two of us go.”

“I don’t get it?  Did the two of you ever even kiss?”

“No, just a hug at the end of the BreadstiX date.”

“Then how exactly am I sloppy seconds?”

“I have no idea.”

 

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