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Mikel 10

San watched her friend in worry, wondering how she could have missed the dark bags under her eyes and furrowed brow. Rachel snuggled back into Mike's arms enjoying the warmth of them around her, tugging on the sides of the Mike's sweatshirt she wrapped it around her frame and closed her eyes leaning back against his body. Mike smiled and held her tight, kissing her on the head that was tucked under his chin, loving having Rachel in his arms as he always did.

"Rach you look knackered" Matt said bluntly, eyeing Santana pointedly

"I am a little tired" Rachel admitted "though I did just spend my free period running around the gym, with Miss Sylvester yelling at me, which has probably contributed to my fatigue" grinning up at her boyfriend again, she kissed him on the lips "I'll see you both at lunch" she told him, as she linked arms with Santana to lead her to class.

"Talk to Brit" Matt hissed as they passed. Mike looked at his best friend in question as they made their own way to class

"She won't talk to Brit unless someone forces her, until someone does Rachel is going to have a shadow" Matt explained "so I'm forcing her"

Santana sat quietly in class, not concentrating but not talking Rachel's ear off again either, Rachel wrote her notes thankfully but glanced over at her new shadow, writing a quick note she passed it over the desk. What's wrong? You are being very quiet today, even the teacher is surprised

Nothing just thinking about talking to Brit Santana wrote back. Rachel's eyebrows disappeared into her fringe that swept sideways over her face, looking over she crooked her eyebrow in question.

It's just time to she explained. Not really believing what she was writing but not wanting to annoy Rachel even more, and by proxy Matt. Shrugging Rachel turned back to her notes and continued to listen to the teacher, as she did Santana flipped her phone out and texted Brit to meet her in the music room at lunch to talk.

Class finishing Rachel walked out into the hallway straight into Mike's arms, smiling she kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing him back against the lockers, as her arms wrapped around his neck. Mike smirked against her lips and wrapped both of his hands around the narrow waist which sat below the sweatshirt she was still wearing; he pulled back reluctantly, but wasn't prepared to give the hallway a show, sliding a proprietorial arm around her waist they headed towards the cafeteria.

Santana grimaced at the cuteness of the couple walking away, before taking a deep breath to walk to the music room. God this is nothing like me, I'm a bitch I don't care about relationships! She cursed as she walked to her meeting, feeling her usual swagger return, Santana stalked the hallway her head bitch face on.

"Hi San" greeted Brit, bouncing on her trainers again

"Brit" San replied "You get what you did yet?" she snarled, but seeing the blank look on Brit's face as an answer "you kissed another person Brit!"

"But it didn't mean anything" Brit cried "I just wanted to..."

"Wanted to what Brit? Wanted to almost break up him and Rachel? Wanted to break us up?"

"I don't know, I am sorry though, I didn't mean to hurt you"

"You didn't hurt me" Santana scoffed "I just can't keep hiding from you and bugging Rachel, so we are good for now, just don't mess up again" she ordered walking out of the room, squealing happily, Brit hurried to catch up with her, linking arms with her.

Rachel sat on Mike's lap as they sat around their lunch table, smiling as Santana and Brit joined them she hugged Mike a little closer, eating one handed Mike rested his hand on the hip of his girlfriend, smiling as her face lit up in happiness.

Glancing over the table he met Finn's gaze, the same Finn who was staring at his girlfriend, narrowing his eyes Mike glared at his friend.

Rachel talked happily with her best friend and Matt, feeling some of the tension she had been feeling drift away from her shoulders where it had settled, Mike felt her relax and gripped her hip a little tighter, glancing down at him she smiled again and kissed him before turning back to the conversation she was having.

Quinn glared at her boyfriend as he continued to gaze at Rachel in the cheerleading uniform Quinn had loved to wear so much, switching her gaze to Rachel she found her talking animatedly with her baby's father, which caused another rise of jealousy she couldn't understand.

Sitting there with her friends laughing, Rachel felt a chill of premonition in her spine, glancing around the lunchroom she was lucky to find herself looking away as a slushie was tossed at her again, gasping as it hit the side of her face. With a roar Puck launched himself to his feet and threw the baseball player into the wall, pinning him against it, as the lunchroom gasped in surprise and shock that a Cheerio had been slushied.

Mike grimaced as he helped Rachel wipe the slushie off her face, flicking it off his fingers onto the floor, thankfully it hadn't been thrown very well and it only coated the side of Rachel's face and the table, missing most of her.

Getting off her boyfriend she took the towel being offered to her by Matt, letting Mike go help to pin Rogers the baseball player to the wall, balling his fist Mike punched him in the face once, before Puck did the same effectively breaking his nose, causing blood to gush down his face.

"You have made a huge mistake" Puck growled

"Very" snapped Mike, balling his fist again

"Mike wait" Rachel interrupted moving alongside them and placing a small hand on each of the twos arms "you have never slushied me before" she stated calmly "why now?"

"Someone paid me" he explained thickly holding his nose

"Who?" demanded Puck and Mike, Rogers eyes flickered to the original glee table and shrugged

"Who hates Berry?" he growled

"Um everyone?" Quinn injected, but everyone ignored her, Rachel was now a Cheerio, it wasn't allowed to hate her.

Puck and Mike followed the jocks flickering gaze to the glee table and growled again, letting go of Rogers they took a step towards them before they met the twin force of Rachel's hand pressing them back.

"No" she ordered, pushing back against their chests "this hasn't changed anything, don't retaliate" she ordered them, turning on her doe eyes she gazed first at her boyfriend, who glanced away, before turning to Puck.

"Come on that's not fair" he moaned "fine" he surrendered as she continued to gaze at her, slouching away he picked up his lunch and stalked away, throwing the sloppy Joe over Kurt as he passed, causing the lunchroom to burst into laughter.

Sighing in resignation of her best friends action, Rachel grabbed her boyfriends hand and pulled him close "I'm all sticky, fancy helping me clean up?" she asked coyly. Mike grinned triumphantly and grabbed his, sorry her jacket that she had slipped off, before towing her away to the nearest bathroom.

Helping her out of her tight uniform top he moaned at the sight of her in tight tank top and red skirt, wetting some paper towels, he helped wipe down the side of her face, neck and her hair, Rachel relaxed against him as he dropped the now sticky paper towels and moved his strong fingers against the knots of tension in her neck.

Rachel moaned as her massaged her neck, moving swiftly, she turned in his arms and let him boost her onto the counter, wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled his lips to hers, wrapping her legs around his hips. Mike's lips crashed onto hers as his hands roamed the body that was pliant underneath him; he smoothed his hands along the curves of her waist and over her hips to her smooth legs that were wrapped tightly around his hips.

Smirking into the kiss, he ran his tongue along the bottom lip demanding entrance to her hot mouth that moved perfectly with his, opening her mouth for him, he plundered it hotly, his ego growing under the moans escaping from her, and the unconsciousness movement of her hips that rubbed her core against his growing erection.

Breaking off the kiss, gasping for air Rachel fell back onto her elbows, dropping her legs to let him go "like hell do I want to go to class now" she moaned

"Me either" Mike agreed, shifting his uncomfortably tight jeans looking down he moaned again, at the sight of Rachel practically lying down in her short cheerio skirt and tank top "babe you need to put your top back on, your to distracting like this" he complained turning away. Smirking Rachel pulled on her tight top and hopped off the counter, letting Mike watch as her skirt fluttered up "not helping" he moaned.

"Sorry" she smirked, turning to the mirror "we got glee this afternoon, and then I have dance and silat, but I should be home by eight, we could continue our amazing make out session" she said, pulling her hair back into a smooth ponytail.

Smirking Mike dropped a kiss onto her neck "we have Silat" he corrected "but sounds good to me, can't wait" he smirked at her through the mirror.

"Now we just have to survive glee" she said, slumping back against him.