A/N- Mike's talent is a bit different from others and I was thinking about some of the differences when I wrote this fic. For one, warm-ups are kind of important.
Disclaimer: I own only my brand new shiny computer (it's my first new one ever!) and the words that come out of my brain.
Consequences
Mike had only just begun stretching when Mr. Shue rushed in with new sheet music. Their advisor grinned pleased, and clapped Mike on the shoulder, excited that he was once again going to put a new member of the club in the spotlight.
In his hands were the print-outs of a mash up of "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga and a hip-hop version of "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats.
Mr. Shue was fired up and hurried the kids to start the rehearsal, missing something Mike was trying to ask or tell him. Halfway through the number, the pop'n locker rotated to the front, pulling out some of his more spectacular moves right on cue.
What none of them expected was the lurch Mike took as he landed awkwardly from an off-balance back flip. He went down and didn't come back up, the band trailing to a stop belatedly.
As the strands of music died out, Mike's harsh breathing became audible and Mr. Shue rushed forward to kneel by his injured student. The other Glee members huddled around the two uncertainly, caught immobilized in the weight of the moment despite dying of curiosity and worry.
Mike to his credit never shed a tear on the way to the hospital or when his ankle was set. Even when they told him he'd be on crutches for two weeks and he wouldn't be able to dance freely for a month more, he stayed calm. Mr. Shue apologized profusely, considerably upset this had happened on his watch.
'Don't worry about it' Mike kept repeating, trying to calm him down. His only comment was that next time he should probably try to finish his warm-ups. Totally his fault anyway. Of course.
A/N- if you missed the point, take a closer look at everything Mr. Shue does during the fic
