Mike Chang wasn't the greatest guy.
He wasn't the smartest.
Or the best looking.
In Glee he only sang back up.
He was quiet.
He was shy.
But the one thing he could take comfort in that he was the best dancer.
He could pop and lock it like a pro.
He could break-dance like no one else.
His moves were flawless.
Everyone knew it too.
At Tina's Spring party, he demonstrated that he was superior to everyone at dancing.
Especially Finn.
Poor guy can't dance to save his freakishly tall life.
No, really, he couldn't.
If his moves in the bedroom are as wooden as his ones on the floor...
He'd be like freakin' Pinocchio.
His friend's all think he likes Brittany.
But she's in a lesbian relationship with Santana...So that's kinda weird.
There was one girl though...
Who made his heart race.
His breath quicken.
Brain go to a really dirty place...
Wait Mike, don't think like that!
Mail man, mail man, mail man...
Wait.
That was Finn's thing.
He'd never heard the story of how that came to be...
Huh.
He'd have to ask Finn later.
Anyway, the girl he really liked was in love with someone else.
Finn, probably.
Last time he checked.
Maybe it was Puck.
The girls who date Finn do tend to go to him when they get bored of the Quarterback.
It wasn't Jesse anymore.
He hoped.
Rachel Berry was made of all kinds of perfect.
She was out of his league and he knew it.
Finn knew it.
Puck knew it.
Shit, probably even Brittany knew it.
Voice of an angel...
Gorgeous...
Sexy...
Amazing...
Incredible ass...
Really he knew all this.
So it was kind of a surprise when he suddenly blurted out to Rachel after Glee.
"I love you, Rachel."
She looked momentarily stunned.
But then she smiled at him.
And said: "I love you too, Mike."
Score 1: Mike.
Score 0: Finn.
Go suck on it Hudson.
This fic goes out to Lolness '-' who wanted me to continue writing Cherry fics.
