Title: Dance of Love
A/N: HA! I finally updated! And I think that "Second Weakness" is going to be updated either tomorrow or later today, I'm not sure. Thanks to all the people who reviewed, and the people who put this on story alert but didn't review. I love you anyways.
This takes place during "Funk" sometime after they clean up the choir room, and everyone is in a funk because of Vocal Adrenaline.
New Directions is doomed. You stare mindlessly at the trash can, heaped high with toilet paper. You feel like crap, and no matter what the original purpose, the toilet paper isn't helping with it.
Everyone else went home. You know Tina tried to talk to you, but you're mad at her right now, so you might have possibly blown her off. Possibly.
"Hey, Artie." You don't bother to turn the chair around, since you know and hate that voice anyways. That's Mike's voice.
Mike I-can-dance-really-well-especially-with-your-girlfriend Chang.
"Dude." Mike shoves the trash can to the side and sits in front of you. You avoid his eyes and stare at his chest instead. Easy, since Mike is so tall. "Artie, wake up."
"What do you want?" you mumble despondently. Mike frowns and looks kind of like Finn in Spanish Class.
"Tina is outside crying." you freeze, your first impulse being to wheel away and comfort your girlfriend. "Been there for about an hour now."
Then you remember that there isn't much point in going outside, because obviously Mike is better than you, so Tina would probably prefer his comfort to yours. Maybe they could dance together in a sickeningly romantic way.
"So?" Mentally, you wince. That sounded callous.
"So? Tina. Is. Crying. Outside." Mike sounds somewhat appalled. "Go do something chivalrous and make her feel better!"
"Why don't you?" you dredge up. Mike is staring at you now, bewildered. "Comfort Tina I mean."
"I know what you meant dude. And I'm not because her boyfriend is within walking distance!"
"Wheeling distance." Mike cringes at his faux pas. You feel a bitter surge of triumph that something Mike did wasn't perfect.
"Whatever. It's close enough that she should be crying on your shoulder right now!" You shrug and glare at Mike from under your glasses. "What?"
"I'm sure Tina would rather being crying on a different shoulder. An asian jockish dancer shoulder." You know that line didn't make sense, but it summed up Mike's good qualities very well. Or at least the one's you don't have.
Mike stares at you. He's beginning to look slightly furious.
"You think that…dude!" Mike jumps up. "We are not like that!" The disgust in Mike's voice it plain. "I can't believe you think that Tina would do that to anyone! Let alone the guy she's nuts over!"
Nuts over?
"She's my best girl friend, not my girlfriend! And she's a good dancer, that doesn't mean we're secretly dating, or whatever!" You're beginning to feel like a fool. "Your girlfriend is outside crying because Vocal Adrenaline is going to kick our ass in Regionals, and you are seriously sulking in here because you think she's some slut who would sleep with her dance partner!"
Mike seems ready to deck you, and what with him being a jock and all, it would probably hurt. Hurt a lot. Finally, he just shakes his head at you.
"Dude…I really hope you get your act together. Because Tina deserves someone who trusts her."
With that, Mike walks out of the choir room. You hear his steps retreating down the hallway, and feel like the worst boyfriend in the world.
Glee
"Tina?" She's sitting on the steps, her knees folded up to her chest. When you call her name, her head jerks up and you see the tear tracks on her cheeks. "Hey."
"Artie!" She practically hurls herself into your arms. "I thought you weren't going to come out."
"I'd never desert the fair maiden in her time of need." Tina laughs shakily and wraps her arms around you. You can't believe you doubted her.
"Oh Artie…" She's so grateful that you came to comfort her, and you feel like an ass. She shouldn't have had to fear that you wouldn't. "I was afraid you were still mad."
"I'm not." She smiles and stays sitting on your lap.
"What were you angry about anyways? I kept wondering but you never wanted to talk…" You smile sheepishly.
"Well, I thought that you and Mike…you know…" Tina abruptly stiffens in your lap. "Just because you two dance well."
"You thought I was cheating on you with my best friend?" There's carefully contained fury in that voice. Uh-oh. Tina is beautiful when she's enraged, but she's also scary. As her eyes start to flash, you realize that "scary" is an understatement.
"I can't believe you!" She slaps you, and scrambles out of your lap. "I'd never do that!"
"I didn't mean…" She whirls around, picking up her backpack and stomping towards the bus stop. "Tina, wait up!"
"I don't want to!" she yells over her shoulder, and then in some kind of terrible cosmic plot the bus comes and she gets on, and you can't follow because the buses in Lima aren't wheelchair equipped.
And you feel even more terrible than before.
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