Hey guys!

Some of you might have already read my writings(Criminal Minds or Blue Bloods), but even with them beeing unfinished I wanted to bring out something new. This idea wouldn't stop bugging me even though I have only watched the first and half of the second season of Glee.

Mike is - no questions asked - my favourite character on the show and I think it doesn't do him justice, so I decided to do something bigger for him. I'm not sure how long this will be or anything. We'll just have to wait and see. Oh, and if you notice mistakes or something, please let me know. This is set somewhere during the second season. I haven't exactly decided yet.

Reviews are most welcomed!

Enjoy!

THIS IS AN EDITED VERSION OF THE FIRST CHAPTER!

1. Losing touch

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day

(Bad Day - Daniel Powter)

It took only a second to take everything away from Mike Chang. One terrible moment. One screech of spent tires. One surprised blink of eyes. One sharp inhale. One second – if even that.

The utter terror that had taken over him when his eyes had settled to the black car racing madly towards his small grey one, hadn't vanished when he had heard the sirens of the ambulance. Apparently it wasn't true that in the time of accident it was the most comforting sound. Mike found it scarier than anything. It meant it had really happened. Someone had seen it and called for help.

Surprisingly enough he found himself wide awake the whole time from the accident to the paramedics arriving. Dazed, obviously, but at least he hadn't lost consciousness. The impact had been a harsh one. He couldn't really tell what had happened, but he was sure it wasn't a good thing. He found himself unable to move. He felt like he was paralyzed and for a moment he was heading towards a full panic attack, until he was able to convince himself that it wasn't a possibility. He would know.

Still, the lack of pain was somewhat frightening. Maybe he should have been grateful for it, but rationally thinking he knew it was far worse to feel nothing than to feel a little pain. After all, then he could've been sure he was still alive.

It seemed like an eternity before he heard the door open on his right and felt a warm breath reaching towards his cheek and heard a soft voice calling him.

"Kid? Hey, kid? Can you hear me? Where does it hurt?"

He paid no attention to the fact that they hadn't even tried to come in using the driver's door and blinked his eyes. He felt rather than saw someone hovering over his still form and tried to focus on what was been said to him.

"Sorry?" he croaked. His voice was low and his throat felt dry as if he had slept mouth open. He couldn't understand the words. He was tired. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and forget anything bad had ever happened. Sadly, no one seemed to agree with his wishes as he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder tenderly like it wanted to hold him still. No use to do it, but they didn't know that.

"Kid? What's your name? Can you tell me your name?"

"Mike… Chang", Mike whispered blinking. He coughed and felt a stabbing pain between his ribs. He squeezed his eyes shut alarming the paramedic next to him.

"Okay, Mike. Stay with me. I'm Bethany. Where does it hurt?" she asked urgently crawling closer and trying to take a look at his injuries while wishing the others to hurry so that they would be able to cut Mike loose and get him to the hospital. She had seen the driver's side of the car and was surprised that Mike was still alive and conscious. The car was smashed up, both left side windows shattered and the mirror lying on the ground. It would be a miracle if the thin Asian kid just walked out of this. Sadly enough, Bethany did not believe in miracles.

As the time went by Bethany calling his name, prodding him and asking him questions, Mike was losing his touch to the world. He didn't know where he was anymore. All he could recall was leaving the glee practice late with Tina, Artie and Brittany. As they were, for once, singing the leads – a surprise and a big step for Mike, who had never really got used to singing in front of people – it had taken more time than they had thought in the beginning. Mike remembered mister Schuester saying that it didn't take time because they weren't good but because they were passionate about what they were doing. Mike couldn't have agreed more. He loved glee and he knew the others did too.

Mike's memories sifted from the glee to the argument he had had with Tina when they were leaving from school. Mike was supposed to take Tina home that afternoon, but Tina was angry with him. And just for once, he was truly grateful of that.

"You're stupid you know if you think I don't see it!" Tina had shouted. Mike had been confused and had to ask what it was his girlfriend was so furious about.

"The way you try to cuddle Brittany and dance around her like she's the only girl in the world!" Tina had growled leaving Mike to just stare at her. He couldn't believe they were down with this – again!

"No? What? She's my friend and you know that! I would never cheat on you if that's what you're supposing. I thought we were over this already! I told you the same things last time. I don't care about her like that. Yeah, she's cool and she can dance, but I love you," he had explained scratching his head still in slight confusion.

"Yeah, whatever. Just so you know my dad will pick me up. I don't need you or your stupid car to take me home."

And with that Tina had gone, her black hair swinging from one side to another. He was left staring at her back, wondering whether he would ever be able to understand women.

Mike opened his eyes slowly trying to keep breathing. He couldn't hear the paramedic anymore nor could he feel her hands over his body or the car shaking when someone tried to get him out of there. There were several blank spots in his memory after accident. He couldn't tell if someone had talked to him any more than he could tell if he had talked. The pain was slowly developing behind his eyes and on his ribs as he tried to focus.

There was so much going on around him. People hovering over him, probably asking him something that he couldn't answer, touching him, calling his name, yelling to each other. Mike felt trapped as his mind drifted between awareness and total blackness. He just wanted them to leave him alone. Let him be. Another cough ripped through him and sent him spiraling towards the never ending darkness that finally consumed him.