Titanium: a glee fic (S4)

Presidential Debate (Makeover)

"Hey Presley," I turned and saw Artie rolling up beside me, I turned back the way I was walking,

"Hey," I said, my shoes clicking on the tiles of the hallway.

"Where are you going?" he asked,

"Class." I said, "Artie if this is another pitch for us to re-join the glee club-"

"No no no, its not, I promise scouts honor," He said holding up his hands in the boy scout gesture, I stopped with him.

"Well, then what is it?" I asked stopping and turning my attention to him,

"I want to ask you something,"

"Artie-"

"No, hear me out, please. Come to the presidential debate today after school today," He said, I stood with my arms crossed, "And If you have an awful time, it will be my treat at the after-victory party at Breadstix. It's a win-win situation,"

"Wait I don't get it, what if you loose? Then how do you win?" I asked confused.

"I get to see you." He said, I felt a lump in my throat,

"I'll think about it," I turned and hurried to my next class.

Did Artie just ask me out?

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"Attention, miniscule segment of the student body. Principal Figgins is out this week, with what he describes as religious fever. And I am forced to moderate these proceedings." Coach Sue said. As she droned on Mitch slid into he seat next to me, I turned and smiled at him,

"Hey," I said, "Are you the only one coming?" he nodded,

"Yeah, Talia and Cas had family obligations and Bella was just busy," I nodded in understanding.

"Alright cool" I said smiling as we both settled into our seats, "Who do you think is gunna win?"

"Oh the hot gay one and the stripper got my vote," He said, "I mean have you seen them?" I laughed, "What I wouldn't give to be in the middle of that," my jaw dropped.

"Mitch!" I whisper yelled, "Dude those are my friends!" he looked at me.

"Can you hook a girl up?" he asked, I face palmed,

"I'm actually serious though-"

"There are two new utterly disheartening wrinkles to this year's absolutely pointless contest." Coach Sue continued, "First, the horrifying fact that this year's slate of candidates consists entirely of Glee Club members. And secondly, the inexplicable introduction of a vice presidential field for no discernable reason whatsoever."

"Separation of powers! Whoo!" the stoner kid standing up trying to get people to react... no one did.

"So let's meet these second-tiered losers. You know them as the pimp and the gimp. Artie Abrams and Sam Evans." I snorted as the curtain rose, revealing the two of them with their podiums. I clapped politely as they both came forward.

"Stumbles, my first question is for you. Who, in God's name, gives a hot, wet, steamy dump about student government?" Coach Sue asked.

"I do. And I think everyone in this room should, too. First of all, student government isn't just a way for us to pad our college résumés. It's a way for us to take an active role in our own education. Study after study shows that an active student body is a successful student body." Artie said,