SiCela EstNoël
AnniKay
Sam/Mercedes/Puck
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Even with the finale, they couldn't give us a real good ending for Mercedes, Rachel got married and a Tony…but they alluded to Mercy's world tour, but they said nothing about a Grammy or a love interest for Cedes. RIB and his writers can still each collectively and individually kiss my big black ass. SamCedes is EndGame. If they can't see that then they need new, not stupid, eyes.
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Summary: Winter Break for the College Freshmen of the Learning French Series. As for most brand new college students, this is their first real opportunity to check in with the New Directions and their families back home.
Translations: Wǒ de jīngcǎi nánhái = a good/well-behaved/quiet boy (a term of endearment for a son); Piàoliang māmā= beautiful and dignified mother (A term of endearment for a mother)
Tā mā de gǎnjué zhēn hǎo = Fuck, feels so good.
Wǒ de piàoliang de xiǎo wáwá = My beautiful Little Doll.
Wǒ xìnggǎn de xiǎo wáwá, = My sexy Little Doll
Xiǎo Wáwá = Little Doll.
Nǐ shì wǒ, xiǎo wáwá dōu tā mā de kuàng = You're mine, Little Doll, all fucking mine
Oh Christmas Tree (Nat King Cole)
Mike PoV
My first semester of college had flown by. I was working so hard there was barely time to breathe. My regular classes were going well and I had mid to high As in all of them but I was really excelling in my dance classes. In the rehearsal rooms is where I really came alive, where I felt completely free. I was also extremely proud of my fellow students, not just the ones I knew, but all of them the whole campus over. I had told Nevel that I was friends with Puck, Mercedes, and Sam, but I hadn't been very concerned about when and where we were when I was telling him about their album and the movie and the soundtrack, so the news spread around campus like wildfire. Before I knew it, some frat guy I'd never even seen before was inviting me to his frat's party and trying to get me to pledge. It seemed like everywhere I turned, someone else was asking me all about my famous friends.
Since everyone everywhere seemed to suddenly know me, when Rachel…yeah I was so shocked to hear that it was Berry who'd dimed out Commune, that was really sarcastic; I should try not to get so sarcastic and snarky when I think about Rachel but she is just too irritating not to go there immediately…released the cute little video of the three way proposal, the whole campus basically turned and looked at me for my reaction. When I just laughed and commented on how happy I was for them, they took it as their mantra. So when Fox News started all their bullshit, it was like the whole Stanford campus and Tina's whole campus over at Berkeley roared in anger. We belonged to them and Puck, Cedes, and Sam, they belonged to us. The Twittersphere blew up. None of 'our people' were going to let a whole bunch of 'conserva-tards' harass our friends.
Since exam week ended on December twentieth, we spent Friday evening in San Francisco seeing 'SongBird' with the Tanners, Katsopolis, Gladstone, and Gibblers, I'd even dragged Nevel with us. He was flying out at ten that night anyway; it was no big deal to leave campus with enough time to catch an almost matinee showing before taking him to the airport. It was a strange and awesome thing to look up at the big screen and see someone that you knew. Someone that you didn't just know, but that you knew well enough to know that she had a mole perfectly placed equidistant between her shoulder blades. To look up at the club scene and see two of your closest friends and know that they loved to press their lips against the movie's supporting actress' mole as often as they reasonably could. It was really very awesome to watch the entire theater of people fall as deeply in love with her voice as we all did three years before when she really let go and sang for us for the first time.
As I listened to DJ, her boyfriend and her bestie as they raved about Mercedes' performance I was filled with pride and happiness for my friend, my girlfriend's bestie, hell the girlfriend of two of my best friends. I couldn't help but think back to the surprising Skype conversation I'd had earlier that evening. Sam and Puck had found it necessary to get me to translate all the dance terms the choreographer for KAMA's first two videos was throwing at them. Though, to be honest, they actually already knew a wide variety of the moves, they just knew them by Brittany's rather colorful names for them rather than their real designations. By the end of the call arrangements had been made for me, Puck and Sam to get together with Marko, the choreographer, on the Thursday before the rest of the video people got to Lima so that they could leant the stylized fight before filming. Marko mentioned payment for my time but the truth was I was way more interested in the experience than the money.
As we were getting ready to take our leave, Mr. Tanner pulled Tina and I to the side and asked if we could tell him in advance if Mercedes and or her guys came to visit so he could try to get them on his and Rebecca's morning show. We both agreed to do so and I knew that Mercedes wouldn't have a problem with doing his show. She had chatted with DJ over Tina's shoulder enough times that Tina was worried her roommate was gonna steal her best friend. As for my roommate…Nevel was enraptured by her voice. He went on and on about it as we drove him to the airport. By the time we got to passenger drop off, he'd already convinced Carly, Sam and Freddie to send all their fans to see it too. Tina started to point out that our Sam and their Sam were cousins so they probably already were hyping the movie up, but I convinced her to keep quiet…might as well let him have his moment.
After dropping Nevel off, we headed back to Tina's dorm and loaded my car with her stuff, then spent the night in my dorm room. Even though it was pretty rare for us to have time in my room, rather than Tee's, we'd mastered the art of making love on the dorm sized twin bed. I had to say it was due to the twin bed predicament that we'd discovered what had quickly become my favorite position of all time. Both of us sitting up, facing each other, Tina's slick, tight heat enveloping my dick as we kissed and grinded against each other, barely moving until it all became too much and she would start riding me hard, my hips snapping up to meet her every downward slide. In that position we could kiss to our hearts' delight, my hands could squeeze and grope her ass or my lips could tease and suck her nipples. But best of all her clit and her g-spot were stimulated with each and every stroke. Her orgasms in that position were almost deafening and she'd clench so tightly around me I could usually only give her two before I had no choice but to join her on her third.
Tina and I took the same route back at Christmas that we'd taken to get to California in the first place. We left the Stanford really early Saturday morning. Tina and I had planned everything out. We gotten a ton of healthy snacks and drinks to take in the car with us, which would lessen the need for stops. We mapped the course out, deciding to drive through to Cheyenne rather than stopping in Salt Lake City. The map said the drive was a sixteen and a half hour, twelve hundred mile trek. We decided to break it into four hour stretched of driving, then we'd stop for fifteen minutes; piss, stretch our legs and toss our trash, and trade seats. Neither of us wanted any tickets, but we didn't let that stop us from managing to shave a little over two and a half hours off the first half of our trip. We checked into the Holiday Inn Express and Suites of Cheyenne and moved the car to a space in the hotel's charging station. Then we made love three times before we passed out. The next morning, we showered, dressed in comfortable clothes, Tina looks amazing in yoga pants, and took advantage of the continental breakfast before we got our way.
Despite the fact that Tina and I were going to be separated, probably even more so than when we were at school, I was really looking forward to going home. But when we approached Lima fourteen hours and twenty minutes after leaving Cheyenne and realized that our parents wouldn't expect us at all until the next day, we decided to spend one final night in each other's arms. After grabbing dinner, we googled a nice hotel on the other side of Lima from our homes and despite the late hour saw that it still had rooms. It was pretty late when we entered the lobby to check in, but that didn't mean the desk clerk needed to be such a dick or ask a whole bunch of dumbass questions. I was getting ready to ask for a supervisor's name when I finally realized who he was. It was Rick 'the Stick' Nelson. He'd had a scholarship to the University of Denver to play hockey. I had heard that when the final grades had been released, he'd lost his scholarship, but I didn't know that he hadn't gone to school at all. That was hella ironic since he was the one always telling Puck that Puck was going to spend his life as a Lima Loser. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't have resisted rubbing it in Rick's face if Mother Teresa had been in line behind us.
"Hey Rick, long time no see. I heard about your scholarship. It must suck to be stuck here while everyone else has gone off to school and everything. But at least it seem like you found a good job. Those are really hard to come by with only a high school diploma these days. Have you had a chance to see SongBird yet? It was a great movie. Hard to believe that we just spend four years going to school with somebody who's starring in a major motion picture already? That's just wicked cool. And I'm sure that you've bought the sound track, or at least downloaded the KAMA songs from it. I mean, they are our hometown heroes right?"
"Yeah, it's been great to catch up…I'd talk more but my manager wouldn't like it. Here are your room cards. Room number 326, checkout is at eleven. Continental breakfast is available in the lounge from eight to ten. Have a nice evening." Rick said dismissively.
"Thanks, Nelson, Have a good night." Tina grabbed the little green envelop containing our keycards. She dragged me to the elevator bank. "You know you were wrong for that; rubbing that idiot's face in the fact that he is an idiot…that he's the Lima Loser."
I gave her a Kanye shrug. "You know he deserved it." I said pulling our 'hotel' bags behind me. As soon as we were inside our room, I grabbed my girl and there were no more thoughts of Rick Nelson for either of us for the rest of the night. Tee and I made love all night rather than sleeping, so when we did check out the next morning we were as bleary eyed as if we'd driven all night. I will say one thing…sex is a hell of a lot of fun when you don't have to worry about cleaning up afterwards and when both parties involved are approaching peak levels of human flexibility. The Continental breakfast was actually pretty awesome. On their continent, they had bacon.
I drove Tina home first and we unloaded her bags. Looking at the way Tina's home was decorated, you'd never know that either Madeline or Frederick Cohen were even remotely Jewish. But they definitely were. In my mind I had developed a sliding scale of Jewishness. Tina's parents were both what I thought of as 'genetically' Jewish. Meaning that other than giving Tina one gift a night each night of Chanukah, no one would think they were in any way at all members of the tribe of the children of Abraham. They celebrated the secular versions of Easter and Christmas, they didn't attend any Christian churches on Sundays, but neither did they attend Temple on Saturday. Though Tina did say that she'd actually had a bat mitzvah. Mainly because both of her grandmother and all of her aunts had been adamant that she have one. So her mother allowed her to have a joint bat mitzvah with her cousin whose birthday was the same summer as Tina's. As far as Tina can remember that was the only time she had been to Temple other than one of her grandfather's funeral.
Next in the 'broad spectrum of Jewishness according to Michael Robert Chang, Jr.' came the Abrams. Artie and his parents went to Temple on all the Jewish holidays and they didn't bother to even make the nod at celebrating the secular version of Easter. They did, however, give Christmas gifts to those of us who were Christians that they were close to. Artie only ever went to Temple like once a month…maybe twice. And his parents didn't trip when he went to church with Mercedes and joined the choir there. I think I remember going to his bar mitzvah when we were in middle school. But he also told me the other day on skype that he hadn't been near a synagogue since he'd gotten to New York.
If the Cohens are only genetically Jewish, and the Abrams are mid-spectrum Jewish, then the other end of the spectrum would be Puck. Surprisingly his was the most religious of the three Jewish families that I knew. As long as I'd known him Puck could and would hang out on Saturdays, but only until it was time for him to go to Temple. He went religiously…even if his mom had to work and it was just him and Sarah going. Even before he could drive, if Mrs. Puckerman wasn't able to drive them because she was working at the hospital, he would have Sarah sitting on the seat of his bike and he would standing pedal all the way to the synagogue near their house. The longest he'd gone without going to Temple had been the seven or eight Saturdays they had had to spend all day, early morning well into the later part of the night, in the studio recording their album. But even then he'd usually gone to church with Sam and Cedes on Sunday mornings. Since the album was put to bed they were mostly back to their Temple Saturday evenings, church Sunday mornings schedule like they'd had when still in high school.
Now don't get me wrong. I know that Puck isn't orthodox and he doesn't keep completely kosher…but he was a hell of a lot closer to textbook Judaism than the Cohens or the Abrams. His faith was a huge part of who he was…just like it was for both Mercedes and Sam…maybe that was why they worked so well as a thruple. Part of me also thought that was why so much good stuff happened to them…kind of like the Job story in reverse or Maybe just like the Job story but instead of plagues and locusts or whatever Satan hand made them deal with Berry and her special brand of crazy all the damn time.
I shook off those angering thoughts and I finished helping Freddie get all of Tee's things into the house and up to her room. Maddie and Tina 'forced' me to stay for lunch. Madeline Cohen made the best chicken salad in the whole, entire, world. I couldn't say no…even though I knew that my mom would want to feed me as soon as I walked into the door. It was kind of hard saying goodbye to Tina, having awoken with her every morning for the last several had firmly cemented in my heart that that was exactly how I should wake up every morning. But we were having dinner together on Christmas Eve so it wasn't like we had a real reason for the separation anxiety. The drive from the Cohen's house to my home wasn't very long. Driving past the high school was still a little surreal. Looking over, it was as if no time at all had passed. Though, I guess, in the life of a school four months was a drop in a bucket in the grand scheme of things. When I pulled up in front of my parent's house, Mama was already on the front steps waiting on me. In the little bit of time it had taken me to get out of the car, she was in front of me hugging me fiercely. All I could do in that moment was hug her back can thing that it was great to be home.
That thought lasted through a second lunch where I caught my parents up on all that was going on on campus as well as telling them more about Nevel and how we were getting along and becoming friends. Mama then proceeded to tell me all about their excursion with the other New Direction families to go see SongBird and how they each had a copy of the soundtrack. My Father had even given copies out at his office to his coworkers as Christmas gifts. It kind of weirded me out a little, the fact that my parents and I owned the same CD, especially when Mama started talking about how she and Father had different favorite songs. Father's favorite was 'The Fighter' and Mama's was pretty much a tie between 'Who You Are' and 'Somebody's Hero'. Father spoke up only to point out that despite all the success they already were having, each of my friends were still in college and majoring in real subjects.
I had been expecting Father to be upset when he realized that I was taking almost as many dance courses as I was science and medicine classes. After all he did get a copy of my grades, so it wasn't like I could really keep my schedule a secret from him. But I really hadn't expected him to start in on me before I even had a chance to unpack. I simply acknowledged his point. "Yes. While Mercedes and Puck have really only had core classes so far, Sam took an architecture class last term and he is very happy with his major so far. But you know, they are also taking courses at Juilliard too." It was really too much to think that he would let the matter drop. But I still had hope.
I shouldn't have bothered with optimism. "I suppose for their career it makes a certain amount of sense that they take such courses. But what need does a doctor have with dance classes?" He said with a grin that made me sad and angry in turns.
They say that in the life of every man there comes a time when he must take a stand. Oh how I wish I could say that I had stood up for myself. That I had found my own inner strength to tell my father how much I loved to dance, of the freedom I found in movement and the joy I found in rhythm. That I had been able to look him in the eye and taken a stand to become the man I hope to be. But apparently I still had more in common with the common jelly fish than a grown man at that point. "Michael, Mike's classes are his decision. Maybe he does become a doctor. Maybe he becomes an orthopedic surgeon who becomes world renown because he knows exactly what muscle group needs repair because his patient hurt themselves doing an arabesque or a plié. Maybe he dances for a few years and then goes on to medical school…maybe he never becomes a doctor at all. We are his parents. We will love him either way. Our job is to make sure that he grows up happy, healthy, whole and strong. We have done the first three…the time has come to help him find his strength. He cannot do that as long as you seek to keep him under your thumb." Mama stood and left the room leaving quiet chaos in her wake.
I had never heard such strength of will in my mother's voice. Father and I were both looking behind her in quiet shock. For a long moment I couldn't identify the warring emotions surging inside me. Then I realized that on the one hand I was so epically, awesomely proud of my mother. She had always deferred to my father as was 'right and proper', but that day she'd had the strength of will to stand up to Father on my behalf. And that was where the other emotion stemmed from…I was ashamed of myself for needing her to. Well no more. "My grades are very high despite my over flowing course load." I started calmly.
"Your grades could be higher. You only have a three point eight five average in your important classes." Father argued.
I rolled my eyes. "Which simply means that at midterms I had a three point nine GPA over all." I pointed out. "Because I have the chance to dance every day, I have less stress than any of the other structural biology majors on campus. I am happy Father. I will continue to take to the science classes because it is intelligent to have a backup plan in case of injury or in case I am not as good as I believe myself to be. But I am sorry Father…I must live my life for me if I am ever to call myself a man."
"You are a child, you are to honor your mother and your father." Father said sternly.
"I have always and will always honor you. But I am done allowing you to run my life. I must make my own choices, reap the consequences of my own decisions. I know that I can come to you for advice, but only that Father. I should never have been afraid, literally scared to death, of telling you how much I love to dance. I do not want to move half a world away and never visit you just so that I can feel like I am living my own life. I don't want to lie to you and hide from you the joys or even the sorrows of my days."
My father looked at me for a very long while. "You intend to complete college taking both science and dance courses?"
I nodded. "My advisor and I think that with just one year worth of summer classes and one summer interning, I can easily graduate in four years with both degrees." I told him proudly. Despite the fact that Tee's two fields of study were pretty closely relates her cross degree program was slated to take five full years. But also she wasn't taking as many classes each semester as I was."
He seemed to be struggling with some decision. "I suppose that as long as you maintain at least a three point eight five in your real classes you may continue to take the superfluous arts classes as well." He finally said magnanimously.
I fought against the eye roll I could feel was imminent. "I guess that's all that I can ask for." I said with fake joy and no small amount of sarcasm. I also took that as my cue to exit stage left.
I walked back through the living pausing to look at the Christmas tree. It was a trip to see that it was fully decorated; missing only the crystal star that usually resided in the place of honor at the top of the tree. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face as I realized that they had left it off so that I could put it on. "We waited for you. Your father is very determined that until you have your first child, that star will not be put in place by anyone but you." Mama's voice was calm and sweet. "He does love you Wǒ de jīngcǎi nánhái . He wants the best for you."
"I know, Piàoliang māmā, I know…but I long for the day when we can be at the place where I am at least allowed to make the decisions as to what is best for me myself." I sighed. "I am tired of feeling like less of a man than all my friends despite the fact that we are the same age. But that I how I feel because they are forging their own paths and I am stuck begging Father for the chance to decide what classes I take. Where it not for missing you, I would take courses every summer just to avoid conflicts with him."
Mama looked taken aback. "I will hope that I never comes to that. I would miss seeing you greatly. I will speak to your father. Many of our friends have tried to make him see the error of his ways, but he is having a hard time letting you go. Just as he did when he tried to teach you to ride your bike. He hated the thought of you getting hurt so much he must have held on to you for a mile or more."
"Way more…it was getting pretty embarrassing there for a second. But Mama, how can I ever learn to stand on my own two feet if I am never allowed to walk without him holding my hand."
"I will try." Father's voice startled us both. "I have listened as many of the other fathers of your friends have tried to explain to me that if I continued to try to bend you to my will, I will either lose you or break you and I do not want to do either of those things. I did not realize that I was starting to make you feel as if you needed to cut me from your life in order to try your wings. I do not want that to happen."
"I don't either, but while I will always seek your advice and guidance when I need it. I cannot defer to you to the exclusion of finding my own path…my own happiness."
He nodded and we let the subject rest. Together we moved out to the car and he helped me bring in my suitcases and bag. I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and I emailed Nevel and the Tanners to let them know that we'd made it home safely. I lost some time after that to showering and catching up on the sleep I had missed making love to Tina over the last several days. Mama woke me up for dinner and after dinner we took our traditional 'Mikey puts the star atop the tree' picture. It was a trip that I remembered doing that from Father's shoulders but by that Christmas I didn't even need a step ladder. I could honestly say that I was finally becoming a man in every way.
Miracle (Matisyahu)
Tina PoV
I was so glad to be home. My dorm room is great and I really won the roommate lottery with DJ, but I was still extremely, extremely happy to be back in my own home and in my own bed in my own, not shared at all room. Of course, I took the time to let my roommate and Mike's know that we'd made it home safe and sound, the Tanners and Nevel had been pretty worried about us driving cross country without any adults at all with us. But it was a good trip and we'd made love quite a lot. Which necessitated a long bubble bath followed by an even longer nap. By the time I emerged from my room, I was well rested and dusk had fallen. We went out to dinner. Mainly because Mom wasn't a huge fan of cooking and since it was our turn to host Christmas dinner for Daddy's family, she wasn't doing any more than she really had to…since I was her primary kitchen aid, I wasn't complaining at all about not doing any extra cooking. Every year we all met up at one of the four brothers' houses as a sort of mini family reunion since it was guaranteed time off and nothing would really be open. Even though most of the family was a lot better about being religiously Jewish than we were, it was still a time we could celebrate being together. Then there was the lesser reason, which was because I'd actually missed Breadstix.
Dinner was great we got caught up on the things I hadn't told them either on the phone or via email which actually wasn't much. I can and do tell my parents mostly every that isn't sexual that goes on in my life. Granted I share the big sex stuff with Mom in an abstract or very scientific kind of way. Like I had told her when I needed to get on the pill…then when I decided to transition to the shot. But I never gave her details or anything. I think the best part was hearing their stories from when they went to college. Like when Mom had ended up missing a major admissions deadline for her second semester and pretty much ended up enrolling in whatever class had an opening. "Back then Marymount Manhattan was still a catholic school so I ended up in two religion classes that I almost flunked because I hated them so much. Thankfully they ended up giving me a ton of material to write about in my creative impressions class that term."
Dad's stories were even better. "Take an old man's advice…never, ever, ever go to a frat party at least until you're a senior and take Mike with you. I went to a frat party with some of the guys from my dorm and I don't even remember what I drank, all I know is that I woke up two days later in the campus drunk tank with my head shaved, no shoes and while I had the things that had been in my wallet, I have never seen the actual wallet since. And it was a damn good wallet, genuine leather and everything. On top of that it took me six months of community service to get that underage drinking charge expunged from my record."
I chuckled. "I haven't even thought about going to anything like that. Most of the time I spend my weekends with Mike or with DJ and her family. There is no way I could ever talk Mike into a frat party. He only went to that last party Santana threw because she promised him that there wouldn't be any drugs or alcohol. He told me a story once about going to one of the Titans/Cheerio parties his sophomore year, before he joined the New Directions and he absolutely hated it."
"I knew I liked that kid." Daddy crowed. "So, I know that you and Mike went to see SongBird, what did you think of it?"
I giggled. "Well it was epically weird that Mercedes was up on the movie screen, but the movie was really, really good. I wasn't really sure what to expect. I mean, I've never seen a quote, unquote black movie before…I guess I was expecting it to be like the commercials for those Medea movies…but it wasn't. It was a really good movie and I understood the whole plotline and it was so relatable and believable. The scene where her character and her dad were finally talking about her indifference towards him and how it was his own damn fault, it was so good. Mercedes has always had really expressive face but in that scene it was almost like you could see every though Lillian had every had about Joseph and none of them were good. She was so in character that despite know her for the last four years, I couldn't see Mercedes after a while, just Lillian."
Daddy was nodding. "I've seen a few of those 'even white people have to see this black movie' like 'Ray', 'Do the Right Thing', 'Glory', 'In The Heat of The Night' and of course 'A Time to Kill'…but to me this is the first time the characters on the screen weren't necessarily about the whole blackness thing. This movie was one that was more important because of the predominantly black cast…but it still would have been relevant with Jennifer Lawrence and Jennifer Nettles, or whoever."
Momma shook her head in disagreement. "The movie was about the human condition, yes, but it wouldn't have been as invocative with any different cast. Mercedes really made you feel that she was Lillian and Jill Scott…their scenes together gave me the chills. Almost like that time Mr. Chang came over to try and convince Mike to go home with him…I couldn't even understand what he was saying and it still conveyed a harrowing sense of father versus manchild…the age old fight to prevent the child from becoming an adult not necessarily out of a need for dominance in the traditional sense, but in the hopes to protect. It was all very tense, but that was the same feeling in the scenes between Lillian and Vivian. It was a very well written script."
I could only agree. Michael Chang Sr. needed to loosen the apron strings before they choked the life right out of his son. Though to be honest until Mike and I started dating he'd never really pulled against them before either. I decided though that I was not sitting through another session of film theory 101 from my parents. "I know, right…and OMG the scene when Lillian was dealing with that skeevy producer who wanted her to be half naked on the album cover and she had to make the choice if she was going to go the skank route to fame or take the higher ground. God, Cedes almost made me cry for reals when she showed up at her mom's door crying and begging to come home. It was really touching. I mean…that would be a hard decision for anyone but to know it meant having to go home with your tail tucked between your legs…it would be impossible. But that's okay 'cause in the end Skeevy Producer ended up realizing that he'd totally screwed the pooch. Anyway, what was your favorite song on the soundtrack?"
We didn't leave Breadstix for another full hour as they argued between the epically awesome 'Turn to You', versus the equally great 'The Climb'. Finally, on the way to the car, I just had to tell them that they were both wrong, the best song on the whole CD was, in fact, 'The Fighter' and that I was going to be in the video. "Mike is scheduled to start working with Marko, the choreographer, teaching Puck and Sam the moves they need to fake the fight and everything the week after New Years. The rest of us are all going to be in the video as background. I think some people will have lines, but for the most part we're just gonna be fellow students. They are bringing in commercial actors to be the rest of the students and the teachers."
We drove through Lima looking at all the beautiful Christmas decorations. As we finally headed home Mom turned and asked me. "Did I tell you that your cousin Rita's adoption came through last month and they were finally able to bring Luli home with them? That is her birth name, but it means dewy jasmine so they are going to move Luli to her middle name and call her Jasmine. They will be here tomorrow."
"Really, that was kind of fast. I thought you said it took you guys almost a full year to get me and China was even more restrictive." I said confused. Rita and her husband had only completed the paperwork just before graduation.
Daddy shrugged. "Apparently in certain cases, things move faster because the rules aren't held as sacred. The baby isn't just Chinese. The adoption agency said that the family wasn't contesting anything and wanted her adopted quickly because she wasn't pure…or something like that. Rita said that they thought she was part Laotian or Vietnamese…maybe even Korean."
I rolled my eyes. I knew better than anyone how crazy that could make some people, and not just over there either. "So what time are they getting here tomorrow? Mike and I are supposed to be meeting to exchange our Christmas gifts around one."
"Well, the family probably won't start arriving until around four or so. So, you and Mike are still going strong I take it?" Mom asked with a little grin.
"Yup." I smiled happily. There was something that one of DJ's TAs had told her that had gotten her and me thinking. We'd talked it over with both Mike and Nevel but it was kind of a pipe dream. But something inside me compelled me to share the idea with my parents, especially since almost all of our friends knew that we were thinking about it. "One of the upperclassmen said that if we could find the right place to rent, living off campus with a meal plan could save about sixty to seventy percent over living on campus with a meal plan. DJ, Mike, Nevel and I were thinking that that was something we might want to look at doing next year maybe."
Daddy looked back at me. "If you kids can come up with a budget where it saves you at least seventy five percent of what Berkeley is charging for dorm living…we will consider it."
"How are you planning to get back and forth to campus if you guys move?" Mom asked turning in her seat to give me a long look.
Thankfully I actually had an answer to that one. "Transit out there is everywhere. I can take a bus whenever I need to but DJ said that we could just carpool since her uncle and godfather are getting her a car next year if she makes Dean's List…and trust me nothing is standing in her way on that one. Mike and Nevel are going to do the same thing…if we are able to do it."
"Your father and I will have to talk it over and discuss it with the Changs, but right now I don't see a problem with allowing it as long as you meet your father's condition." She finally said graciously.
As soon as we got home, we all went to bed. We were back up early cleaning the house and washing the 'kosher' dishes that we only ever used when Mom's or Dad's families were visiting. I looked through and saw that Mom had bought as much stuff pre-prepped as she could, like frozen diced onions and jars of minced garlic and pre-diced celery and bell peppers from the grocery store. We started the things that we'd needed to do ahead of time, like Mom only had one crockpot big enough for the brisket and as there were about twenty to twenty-five people to feed, we were cooking one that day and one the next. Plus potato latkes were completely awesome the next day anyway, so we were making those once I got back. But since Mom had gotten pre-shredded potatoes, most people probably used them for hash browns, I was confident that she would be fine until I got back. I ran upstairs and showered before tossing on a BCBGeneration dress I had gotten from the shopping spree the summer before. It was a black tiered mesh slip dress that I paired with flesh colored tights, black ankle booties and a sweater. I left my hair up in the bun I'd thrown it into while we were cleaning and just did a little eye brightening makeup and lip gloss. I grabbed my tote bag and made sure that Mike's gift was inside before heading out.
By the time I got downstairs, Mike was waiting on me with Daddy and he was grilling him about school and whether or not he felt he would be making Dean's List or not. Mikey was looking hot as fire in a pair of jeans and a thermal Henley with the sleeves pushed up. He was hot natured so getting him to wear more than a jacket was pretty much wishful thinking unless it was ridiculously cold outside. But he helped me into my coat and I kissed Daddy on the cheek and yelled bye to Mom in the kitchen. Ushering us out the door, Mike opened the passenger door and waited until I was settled inside to close it and move around the car to get in himself. He was such a gentleman. Mike was taking me to lunch, so he got to pick the place.
When we pulled up in front of Olive Garden I couldn't help but smile. The Italian chain restaurant had a location in the town where we got to spend off time at Asian Camp. We'd shared our first date there. He got out and I knew that I was to wait until he opened the door for me then we headed inside together. We were seated quickly and after ordering our salads and drinks, Mike smiled at me. "So you told your parents about us wanting to live together next year?"
"Yeah, and shockingly enough they were actually a lot more okay with it than I thought they would be." I admitted. "How did things go with your dad and the dancing classes?" I asked cautiously.
He shrugged. "Better that I thought it would. I think he is dealing with it…granted he had to make it seem like he was condescending to allow me to take the classes and I have to keep at least a three point eight five in everything else. But I'm fairly sure that was just so that he felt that he was saving face or whatever."
That just had me shaking my head. Michael Chang, Sr. didn't like to lose face at all. Especially when it came to Michael Junior. "Well maybe if you start laying the ground work now, by the time next summer comes around he'll not only think that you moving off campus is a good idea but that he came up with it himself. He doesn't have to know that we'll be living together until it's too late for him to do anything about it."
Mikey just laughed. "You and I both know that he will never think that it was his idea. I will just settle for him not roaring like an angry dragon every time it is brought up." His smile turned sly…so you ready to exchange gifts now?"
I nodded happily and reached into my tote for his gift. When I looked up there was a pretty gold velveteen ring box sitting in front of me. "Whoa." I gasped. I pulled out the largish, square green and red wrapped box I had and passed it to him without taking my eyes away from the my gift.
His laughter brought me out of the trance. "It's probably not what you are thinking it is. Not yet anyway. But I do want you to know that I love you and I'm in love with you and I never want to imagine going through this life without you at my side." He gestured towards the box. Inside the box was a gorgeous, vintage or maybe even antique Claddagh ring. It was white gold or silver with the heart in the center of the hands made of moonstone, one of my birthstones. It was beautiful. His hands came across the table and he pulled it from the box. I gave him my hand and he put it on my right ring finger with the heart pointed towards me rather than towards the rest of the world. "When worn like that it means that you're in a relationship." The smile he gave me was full of love and caring. I felt warm all over.
"I love it so much, Mike." I whispered. "But I was feeling all proud of myself for your gift…and now…"
He shook his head at my insanity and grabbed the box opening it carefully as was his wont. Once it got into it he pulled out the black, grey and red Speedo Tri-Clops backpack I had gotten him. "Oh this is so cool." He said seeming to be sincerely happy with what I'd gotten him.
"I thought it would make a good bag for your dance gear. It can get to be way too much for your regular backpack with your books and this one was really well recommended for guys who do a lot of working out and stuff." I started to babble.
Mike stopped looking at all the different pockets and zippers to grab my hand and soothe my nerves. "Tee, I love it. It is just what I need and it will be perfect." He assured me. "You always take care of me."
"We take care of each other." I agreed.
The salad came out and we just talked for a while about inconsequential things. "Have you heard about the party Saturday?"
"Oh, yeah…Mom is making a sweet potato kugel and some rugelach just for the party."
"My mother is making chow fun and xiao long bao, just for you." He teased. That was the one Asian food that Mike's mom made that I loved no matter how tired I was of having Asian food; they were soup filled dumplings that were always served super hot and they were so amazing. The rest of lunch passed quickly. We'd stuck to lighter dishes because we were both going to be expected to eat a lot in the coming days. Plus as friends of Sam Evans we knew something most people our age would have had no clue about…the existence of a by the hour, no tell motel, nearby. Plus since the place also let out rooms as extended stay for families like the Evans, the owners kept it in fairly good condition.
Mike left me in the car while he checked in and got our key. He paid in cash because he knew his father often checked his account activity. That was why he had applied for and gotten a credit card at the campus banking fair. Mike made sure that he paid it off every month with a money order. Michael Senior could see the money order purchases, but had no idea what they were going towards. Whenever they needed a hotel room Mike used that card to pay for it. It also paid for his dancing gear. When he came back, he drove us to one of the rooms on the far other side from there the Evans had stayed.
The room was clean even if it was less nice than Sam's family old room. It was exactly what we needed, a bed, a bathroom and a complete lack of other people. The room had a TV, but it didn't have a remote and cable box and seemed to play only porn. Mike hand moved to press the button again, but I stopped him. "Leave it on. I've never really seen any before." The closest I had come to seeing an adult movie had been when we were in the Lion's Den the year before and it had been playing on the screens around the room. On the TV in that room there was a brunette with large, though very obviously fake boobs, being fucked hard by two men who looked like they were supposed to be her tutors or smarter classmates. The sounds coming from the movie were a lot more arousing than the visual,
Michael smiled and pulled me into his arms. His kisses were long and slow, deep and wet. I don't even think I realized that my sweater had joined my coat and his jacket on the room's only chair. However when I was standing there in just my coral pink lace bra with the matching boy cut cheekie panties covered by my tights, I startled to awareness. The room was rather cold. Mike bent down to get my dress up off the floor and tossed it on out growing pile of clothing. Feeling playful he nipped my thighs with sharp teeth as he helped me out of my booties and tights. "Fuck you're so beautiful Tee." He murmured as he stood and once again covered my mouth with his. I felt his fingers on my back and then the balconette underwire bra flew across the room.
There was some serious gender inequality going on in that motel room and I wanted that to change before he could get me full on naked while he remained fully dressed. So I divested him of his Henley and wife beater. My hands found his belt clasp and I fused our lips together in another sizzling hot kiss. Only when I knew that he was as deeply into my kiss as I had been into his did I trail my mouth down over his neck and chest pulling a foil packet from his pocket and sliding his jeans down as I went. With the sound track behind us for inspiration, I decide that while I was down there I might as well give him some real slurping to listen to, so I fished MikeyBoy out of his boxers and started to lick and taste his lovely, thick shaft. He was the perfect length for me no matter what body part I was using to please him. Though his thickness made deep throating him one hell of an interesting sensation, it was one I was thrilled by every time. As I swallowed around him, milking his shaft with my throat muscles for all I was worth that Christmas Eve afternoon, the thrill was no different at all. I carefully took him as deeply as I could and look up at him with the tip of my nose hidden in the curly thatch of hair at the very root of him.
"Tina…God you're perfect." He moaned before slipping deeply into his parent's native tongue. But after a few more deep sucks, he pulled me away from my treat and my very next view of him was from the bed on my back. On seconds he was on top of me, ours bodies aligned from where our mouths were devouring each other all the way down to where my feet pressed against his shins. We wanted to take forever and revel in our pleasure, but we knew that there simply wasn't time. He pulled away just long enough to put on the condom he'd taken from my slack fingers. I was already wet and yearning for him when he entered me and that coupled with the rush I got whenever we were that close, my scream joined those of the woman on the screen clearly showcasing what real orgasmic screams sounded like when compared with fake ones. I could feel it as my tunnel contracted tightly on Mike's shaft, squeezing and massaging him, trying to draw him deeper making me squeal and scream even more. With a level of determination Mike would never have thought himself capable of, he managed to stave of his orgasm. He continued to make love to me through my orgasm, forcing his thick cock in and out of my contracting pussy, his teeth clenched tightly as he battled the amazing sensations to retain control. When my orgasm was over, I was left shuddering and gasping for breath, clinging tightly to him.
"Wǒ de piàoliang de xiǎo wáwá. My beautiful Little Doll." Mike grunted as he rolled us over so that I was on top. "Ride me. Wǒ xìnggǎn de xiǎo wáwá, make us both cum."
In that moment I felt every bit as sexy as he had just called me. I settled my hands against his chest for support as he guided himself against me, slowly pushing into my tunnel again. Mike groaned as he laid back, "Tā mā de gǎnjué zhēn hǎo", his hands coming to rest on my waist to help me as I leaned forward, riding him in slow torturous drags. He tried to push up into me deeper, groaning louder "Feels so fucking good Xiǎo wáwá."
"So, fuck, oh Mike, so big." I screamed out, trying to ride him faster as his head rocked back. He panted hard and tried to push up against my harder, his heels dug into the mattress. "Love you so much."
I leaned back, changing the angle and threw my head back, sending my hair flying and bouncing as I pushed and pulled myself up and down on his erection. Mike's legs kicked slightly as he tried to hold on tightly, gripping my hips with large hands as he pumped into me before rolling us over again. I screamed and my hips pushed up against him as I dug my nails into him desperately, trying to pull him closer. He slammed into me harder, snorting and panting wildly, his brows knit as he bared his teeth. Mike looked like a wild man as he bucked into my, his head hung slightly so his hair fell forward. Again, I felt the delicious, nearly painful heat growing in my lower stomach, my eyes snapped open wide as I screamed and writhed for him.
He snarled in response, one hand cupping the back of one of my knees as he pushed it to my shoulder. Mike bucked frantically into my tight, wet heat; his other hand resting over my shoulder, against the sheets to keep me in place. He felt amazing moving inside me all thick and hard forcing me to understand how slick and tight I was. He was so close! He looked me over, the half-frenetic, half-lusty look on my face, my breasts dancing as he slammed into my, the roll of my belly and hips with each of his thrusts, my welcoming body, my cunt lips puffy and pink, wrapped tight around his thick shaft. My wetness encased him in slick pleasure and he moaned louder, rocking against my harder, "Tee-Fuck, Tee, I'm about to..." He tried to pull away from my but my heels dug into the small of his back, yanking him closer, "Nǐ shì wǒ, xiǎo wáwá dōu tā mā de kuàng", Mike's cries joined mine as he flooded the condom he was wearing.
We made our checkout, with an entire two minutes to spare, and Mike took me home. Our parting kiss was just as hard and passionate as the one from the day before. Probably more so because while we would talk on the phone, with the last of my family not leaving until the morning of the twenty-eight, we wouldn't see each other for four days. When Rita got there with Jasmine, however, I may or may not have lost my mind over the baby just a little bit. It wasn't my fault. She was adorable and to be honest she made me think of both Mike and myself. Her skin was lighter, like mine…but her eyes were more like Mike's. They opened more than mine. Her mouth was wider and lips fuller like mine and her frame was smaller but it wasn't as small and delicate as Julia Chang. But at the same time her fingers looked all long and thin like Mike's. I may have spent some time imagining that she was mine and Mike's. It made the time go faster and slower at the same time. Rita and I had a blast together. She was ten years older than me and when I was little she always took care of me at the family get togethers, so she and I were pretty close. She worked as an event planner and was pretty successful, so when I told her about the party, she dragged me and Jasmine out to go shopping.
I probably would have looked for a dress. I even saw a few really cute ones. But Rita stopped me every single time. "No. I'm buying it…I'm picking it." She picked out a gorgeous red cropped sweater with a scoop neckline deep enough to show my C-cup breasts to the best advantage, but not so deep that it would be too sexy for a family event. It stopped even with my belly button and made my skin glow. The sleeves cut right at the elbow and the sweater itself was a soft merino wool. It took her some time looking around and making me try on different bottoms. First was a pair of black slacks that looked really rather old fashion. Those were scraped as soon as I stepped out. Next she had me try on a medium tone gray merino wool, midi A-line skirt that I liked, but Rita said was entirely too safe. Ultimately, Rita found a lambskin leather, box pleated mini skirt that she decided looked perfectly amazing on me. "And best of all it is cut so that it's high enough to meet the sweater just right so that when you move you'll show your Michael little slivers of stomach…he'll drag you off after the party and Uncle Freddie and Aunt Madeline won't see you again until Monday." I would have thought she would have been done. But she so wasn't.
Instead, she dragged me to the shoe department. I tried to tell her that I had at least five pairs of shoes I could wear with that outfit, but she ignored me. One would have thought I was used to it. I tried on pumps and wedges and even slippers. But Rita didn't like any of the black shoes I had picked. Instead she left me sitting there playing peek a boo with Jazz for a long while before she came back carrying two shoe boxes. "In my hands I hold two pairs of red suede pumps. You are getting whichever pair matches that sweater best."
I looked at her like she was half crazy. "Red suede shoes. I…"
"Nope…you don't get an opinion. You're getting these shoes because they are going to be very sexy and look really hot. Your other option is for me to go with my other idea which is going back to see what I can find in the boot department. I saw a great pair of wine and black suede over the knee boots with some sexy stiletto heels." Rita looked thoughtful. "You know…they are on sale…if I can find you a top to match with those boots." She chuckled. Next thing I knew she was pressing the sweater against the two pairs of pumps, and discarding one pair and making me try on the pair that she chose to keep.
I left the mall that day with the four inch tall, over the knee boots, a pair of bright, cherry red suede five and a half inch platform stiletto pumps, a matching cherry red, merino wool, cropped v-neck sweater, a box pleated mini skirt and a black and burgundy, v-neck embroidered mesh crop top. Jazz left with a boat load of clothes too. Rita wasn't, however as done as I thought. After we put the clothes in the car and we went home and fed Jazz and put her down for her nap, damned if Rita didn't drag me back out of the door and back to the mall. "You need lingerie." She told me when I asked her why the hell we needed to go back to the mall. "But Jazz loves her schedule and she is very not happy when she doesn't get her nap at the right time and she doesn't need to see what all I'm gonna have you try on."
I tried on tons of different bras, the panties would be pretty easy, it was the bra that was important. Rita pulled a whole bunch of different types and in three different sizes. I considered myself a thirty-six C, but she made me try on thirty-four and thirty-six Ds also. The thirty-four D cups fit best and that kind of blew my mind. She finally decided on the VS Very Sexy push up bra in black with pink, all over lace and matched it up with a pair of Very Sexy strappy mesh cheeky panty. I just let her do whatever she wanted me to do and let her buy whatever she wanted to buy. It made the trip go a lot smoother and we managed to get out of the mall in record time. I will say that everything Rita bought me was on sale so she spent about half of what she could have.
Saturday morning, I got up and Mom, Daddy and I all cleaned up after Uncle Harry and his crew had headed home to Phoenix. Then Mom and Daddy went grocery shopping. The family had pretty much wiped us out food wise. I was chilling out relaxing when Lauren popped up at my door. "Yo, Anime-Chica, need some help. This shindig tonight…what are you wearing?" she asked as soon as I opened it. She was standing there in her work out gear, sweaty with Vince kind of jogging in place at the end of the drive. I gave her the rundown of the two top choices and the skirt. "Look, if I drive, will you help me find something to wear. Finn and I are gonna try to work shit out and I want to remind his ass why he better make damn sure he never fucks shit up again."
I gave her an evil smile. "Oh it is so on." I texted Mercedes and Santana. Lauren finished her run and showered. She was dragging Vince with her and we all piled into the car and drove to the mall. Mercedes, Santana and Cedes' sister in laws and brand new aunt were with them. Brittany was chilling with Artie and didn't really want to go to the mall in the crowds that shopped the between Christmas and New Year sales. I will admit that shopping with other people's money is always a lot more fun than shopping with my own.
The time after Christmas and the New Direction family holiday party flew by. Seemingly before we knew it we were working with the choreographer, Mike and Brittany for the video, then we were experiencing a little bit of Mercedes, Sam and Puck's world and it was fascinating. I loved every single second of it. Not long thereafter, we were packing Mike's car up and making the long drive back to our campuses. It took no time at all for us to get back into the swing of things. I had three core classes and a theater/performance class called writing and research and another music class, amazingly called the exact same thing. It was kind of weird. DJ and I were extremely excited when we got our schedules and found that we had the same section of American History 108. Studying together we were sure to get an A in that which would put us in better standing to get into the same poli-sci class too. The second semester was shaping up to be as awesome as the first had been.
This is only semi-revised, so it may be updated later if my beta finds any mistakes I missed.
However I told you that it would be out about two weeks after Whatever Will Be, Will Be was completed, so I wanted to make sure that you got this.
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