Artie watched the back and forth of the arguments as they continued. He spent a lot of the time studying everyone rather than participating. He spoke some, but he was mostly a listener. People were rather interesting characters in themselves. Perhaps it was the natural progression of being in the chair but he never felt completely part of the group, so instead he chose a lot of the time to just observe it. It's why direction had begun to intrigue him. When he could no longer be a dancer, an actor within the accepted community, he decided to use his position on the outskirts as a sort of pivotal role.
He appreciated when they took the time to remember that he still desired to be part of their community, but it was just the fact that it was so rare that Rachel's words were a bit alarming. Sometimes the group forgot about everyone and focused on the essential links such as Rachel and Finn, the glee prom king and queen. He watched Quinn, noticing how she still struggled with her out of sorts position in the tier of things. The likes of Santana and Rachel smoothly usurping her authority. He couldn't say that he wasn't still bitter about the realization that once Finn came into the picture, the boy in the chair was stripped of most of his leading parts. He rolled a forward into the congregation of others, still lamented the realization that his position in the chair did little for his struggle for attention.
"The saying goes, you're as strongest as your weakest link." Artie finally chimed in. "I think there is something motivating in celebrating each other. We're a club, not a one man show."