Brittany watched out her window as Mike's mother dropped him off outside the Pierce residence. She bounded down the steps and swung the door open. Mike paused, fist raised to knock then smiled brightly at the eager girl before him.
"Ready to get our boogie on?" he asked as Brittany led him inside.
"So ready!" the girl said excitedly. "I've been running through routines with Lord Tubbington since his morning walk." Mike's smiled widened and Brittany led him to her den to work on choreography for Glee club. They came up with Finn-proof dances for the better part of an hour, though a lot of time went into dance-offs, Lord Tubbington being the judge of who won. The two stopped, exhausted, and plopped down on the couch. Brittany cuddled with her cat as Mike sat next to her, watching, a slight smile on his face.
"Mike, you want some refreshments? My mom made sandwiches for us this morning!" Brittany burst out of the room and ran off to the kitchen before Mike could even answer. Brittany ran up to her room and flopped onto her bed trying to remember why she went in there. "Oh. Right? Sandwiches..." she mutter as she realized she had meant to go into the kitchen. Just as she was leaving, her phone rang from on her bed. She step-ball-change'd over to the phone and answered it.
"Hey BrittBritt..." said a flirtatious voice on the other end of the line.
"Santana! Hiya," Brittany grinned into the phone. She and Santana spoke for a while before Brittany guiltily remembered she was supposed to be getting refreshments for her and the boy waiting downstairs. She said goodbye to Santana and went down to get the sandwiches and some drinks. Brittany walked into the den and dropped her tray in shock of what she saw.
"OH MY GOD, MIKE, WERE YOU SAUDERIZING LORD TUBBINGTON?!" Brittany screamed as she saw Mike on the couch, his member exposed before Lord Tubbington. Mike's face was still contorted in climactic thrill, the large cat licking fervently at the orgasmic juices dripping down his erection. Mike's eyes flew opened and his mouth opened and shut, searching for words.
"Brittany, I-"
"Michael Chang Jr., do not speak to me. I can't believe you..." Brittany carefully snatched the cat away from him, quickly rushing out of the room. "And you," she said, turning the cat's face toward her. "Lord Tubbington, why did you not tell me you swung that way? You know I wouldn't judge you! I would have stopped trying to set you up with Rosa..." Brittany threw a glare at Mike as he swiftly moved towards the front door, zipping up his fly, looking surprisingly red in spite of his Asiatic complexion. Brittany knew she wouldn't ever be able to dance with him the same way again.