I was walking with Kurt and Mercedes, talking about the latest gossip, when I saw a pair of familiar looking eyes. It was Mike, looking handsome as ever, talking with his friends from the football team. I was just about to wave and blow him a kiss when I heard what they were talking about. I stopped right in my tracks and forced Mercedes and Kurt to listen with me. "Why did you quit the team? To sing and dance in that stupid glee club of yours?" we heard one of the jocks say. "No. Just to get something I would never get in this stupid team: real friends." Mike said fiercely. "I thought we were friends?!" another jock spoke. "No we weren't, because real friends would've supported whatever choice I would make. And another thing: in high school you may seem like a big deal, but in the real world you're just a little boy, covered in acne and too stupid to understand the concept of deodorant!" Good job Mike, go get 'em! But then one jock punched him in the face. I covered my mouth with my hand and stopped breathing for a moment. Then another jock kicked him in the groin. I started running towards them but Kurt and Mercedes held me back. "No!" I shouted, "let him go! He didn't do anything wrong!" "Stop Tina, you're only making things worse!" Kurt hissed in my ear, but I barely heard him. Tears came streaming down my face and my body was filled with anger. I finally freed myself from Kurt's and Mercedes' grip and ran towards the fighting boys, but right before I got to Mike, one of the football players came standing in front of me. I collided with him and fell to the ground. One of my hands was bleeding, but I barely felt the pain. I stood up right away and tried to get past the jock, but he suddenly grasped my throat. "Look guys, Asian number two wants some also! Look weirdo, if I were you, I'd back off right now before my friends are going to punch some sense in that yellow head of yours!" He pushed me to the ground again and I crawled back a bit, scared of what might come. Kurt and Mercedes came running to me, helping me up. "Are you okay, girl?" Mercedes asked. "What are you, crazy?" Kurt added. "No, I'm fine, but Mike isn't! I need to get to him now!" Luckily, just then the jocks were finished with their torture, so I ran to Mike. He lay there on the ground, unconscious. Kurt and Mercedes went to get the nurse and I stayed with him, crying and resting my head on his muscled but bruised chest.
The nurse came and we carried him to the bed. I, too, had some bruises that needed to be looked at, so I stayed there. Kurt and Mercedes went back to class, after asking a thousand times if I really would be fine. Just when they closed the door I heard a soft groan. "Mike?" I asked. "Where am I?" he asked confused. "Mike, are you okay?" I ran to his bed and grabbed his hand. I forgot that my hand was bruised so it hurt like hell, but I didn't care. "Tina, what happened to your hand?" he studied my bruises and then looked at me for the answer. "The jocks… they were beating you up and I was trying to save you. I guess it was just…kind of stupid." I looked at the ground, turning as red as could be. "Tina, you really did that for me? I can't believe it, you really fought those bundles of testosterone just for me?" "Well, it was more like bumping into them out of anger and then getting slaughtered like a little lamb." I chuckled. "That doesn't matter, you still did it!" he stared in my eyes and came really close. We kissed like we never had before and suddenly everything seemed just right.