Hello fellow Gleeks! WOW. I haven't uploaded anything in a looooong time! This was a long time coming. I was so busy with school and now that summer break is nearing, I will be updating ALL of my stories and coming up with new ones! :D I really hope you enjoy this one. I couldn't help but add a certain song in this. :3 Thank you sooooooooo much for all of your reviews, alerts, and favorites! They mean so much to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, My Only One by All Time Low, or Think of Me.

It had been a couple weeks and dance was nearing its end. Well, it was the last day. So it wasn't nearing... It was here... I hate it when I confuse myself. I was lying in bed when the clock struck 7am. I couldn't sleep. I was up all night, dreading this very day. I saw it coming... I just couldn't handle the fact that it was actually happening. What would become of my newly perfected dancing skills? What would happen to my body if I stopped dancing? What would happen with me and Mike? Mike... What if we never spoke again? The thought of us never seeing each for more than a weekend makes me sick to my stomach. I've grown so attached to him, like I can't function without him. I won't be all dramatic and say that I won't be able to breathe without him but he really is the yin to my yang. The hand to my glove. The bow to my arrow. The Link to my Malin. Yes. I ship it. I hope I continue to see him. I glance over at the clock. 7:04. Really? I sit up, rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes. I then proceed to do my daily routine but something grabs my attention. A shoe box is placed near my door. I creep over to the door, approaching the box with extreme caution, and then kick the lid off. What I see just blows me away. Inside of the box, there are sparkly, gold low tops that my mom has promised me for weeks. She says that they will only be for dance, but when it comes to new shoes, I don't care. I just want them. Bad. I squeal really loud, pulling them into my chest, knocking the breath out of myself. I wince in pain for a second then I go back to embracing the shoes. After what seems like hours, I rush into the bathroom, and come back in time to catch the second episode of Saved by the Bell. I grab my vintage Artscape shirt, my red skinny jeans, and then my delicate shoes. I get dressed in no time, and then grabbing my bag, I head downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Good morning!" I say in a singsong voice. My mother turns from the stove, flashing me an inviting smile.

"Were you surprised?" she asked as she began to place the plates on the table, one in front of me, one in front my silent father, then one in the empty spot between us.

"Well, yeah!" I exclaim, kicking my feet under the table.

"I'm glad you like them. Now, eat your breakfast." after those words were spoken, they did not have to be repeated. I practically inhaled my breakfast then relaxed in the living room, as usual. I smile to myself as My Only One begins to play on my iPod. All I could think about was Mike. I couldn't wait to see his bright smile and those almond-shaped brown eyes that I couldn't resist. My mother came down the stairs by the end of the song then we headed outside to the car. I had mixed emotions as I got in the car for the last time to go to camp. I began to memorize my surroundings as we drove to the college. My mom wished me a good day and I responded with a smile. I look up at the door to the building only to see Mike's smile and his somewhat muscular figure in the window. I had noticed the changes in his body throughout the weeks. At first, he was skinny and lanky. By week two, I could tell that the abdominal exercises were working for him. He opened the door for me as I neared it.

"Good morning, Brittany." he called out as usually then he sent a simple wave to my mom. She responded with a smile then drove off into the distance. After she was gone, we hugged each other tight and I could tell that neither of us wanted to let go.

"I missed you." I mumbled softly, burying my face into his neck. I felt him chuckle quietly and then he just held me for a second. That's when it occurred to me that this would never happen again.

We began our daily warm up but I'm not as happy as I usually am. I feel quite empty inside. Like I was losing a part of myself. Well, I was in a way. I was losing part of my entire summer vacation. Brittany. She made my summer amazing. I could've gone to a math camp but thank god to my endless hours of research on dance camps. I showed it to my mother first, got her approval, sent the forms in, then told my father. That was actually quite smart of me. But in the end, I think that my dad actually enjoyed to watch me dance...

"Good morning, dancers!" Ms. J's voice was a bit annoying at times but I had gotten used to it. We all respond with a simple good morning. Usually it's loud and exciting but today is was low and subtle. We all sat down after our instruction and listened to what Ms. J had to say.

"Today, we're going to dance but not all day. We'll only be dancing for the first half of the day but for the last half, we'll play a movie and have a party." her bright smile made me grin a bit then I looked over at Brittany. She seemed upset by something. I nudge her with my elbow softly. She looks up at me, frowning deeply.

"What's wrong?" I whisper only soft enough for the two of us to hear.

"I'm just really sad..." she replies softly, staring down at the floor again despite the lecture we were receiving.

"Why?" I wonder aloud, even though I knew the answer. Well, I think I knew the answer. As she began to respond, we had to stand up and begin our final warm up class.

Lunch time came around and everyone was silent. Kurt and Rachel weren't giggling or squealing over anything, Santana wasn't complaining about anything, and Brittany wasn't grinning or making any jokes. I was staring down at my boxed lunch, frowning softly at what I saw. Carrots. The first thing me and Brittany bonded on. I sulk silently then let my head rest on the table. Brittany then turned to me with a concerned frown.

"You okay?" she asked in the most innocent, angelic voice I've ever heard. I hesitate before nodding my head.

"Look in my box." I instruct quietly then she follows suit. She peers inside of the box then laughs quietly.

"Carrots... Your biggest fear." she teases before ruffling my hair. I wrinkle my nose up before she places a simple peck on my cheek. It felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I couldn't believe that she did that, but I'm glad she did. Before I came back to my senses, she poked my cheek. "You're red." she whispered softly. I reached up to my face, feeling the heat that radiated off of it. Gah. She was right. I buried my face in my hands then put my head down.

"No, don't hide your face! It's adorable." she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and leaned into me. I couldn't help but smile as I felt her warm breath against my cheek, and the tight embrace she had me in was just... wow. I lift my head to look at her dreamily but then it hit me. Well, Santana threw a teddy graham at me but that's not what I'm talking about.

"Hey, Britt." I said before chewing the teddy Graham.

"Yeah?" she still had her arm around me, making me even more nervous as the question began to build up in my throat.

"How about we skip the party," I started quietly. ", so that way we can spend some time alone before we leave..." I bit down on my lip in anticipation, waiting for the response that could change my 14 year old life.

"Mike, we... how would we..?" she was lost for words. I could tell that she wanted to but she was always worried about getting in trouble.

"We can go to the basketball courts on the way back from lunch... just like old times." I gave her a crooked smile in hopes that she would trust me. She nodded once, making me smile wide like a fool.

"Great. Meet me there in like... Ten minutes." I stood up, stretching my stiff limbs as I walked into the bathroom. As I walked, I began to clear my head. I had to have an empty mind for what I was about to do. Mike Chang was about to get in there.

I walked to the basketball court, feeling butterflies in my stomach. The feeling was overcoming my entire being, making me even more nervous as I neared it. I couldn't believe that this was potentially the last time I would see Mike. The thought brought tears to my eyes. I felt my heart stop once I reached the door leading into the court. With a deep breath, I grabbed the knob, turned, and then I walked inside to see Mike sitting on a basketball. His back was to me. Ugh. The back of his head was gorgeous. He let his hair grow out more so it was a little below his neck. His broad shoulders were prominent in the tight t-shirt he was wearing. Once the sound of the door closing echoed throughout the court, Mike turned to me, with that goofy grin on his face. I skipped over to him then sat in front of him, wondering what he was going to do. He took me by surprise when he grabbed my hands gently, pulling them close to him. I watched his movement curiously as he placed one of his hands on his chest, and the other on his shoulder.

"Do you feel that?" he whispered to me, looking deep into my eyes. I nodded once.

"Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest." I chuckle softly as he smiles at me.

"You make that happen, you know. Every time I'm around you, my heart starts racing. I… just can't be calm when I'm around you, Britt," Mike started to go on and on, but I didn't complain. I only listened. ", I don't know how I would be if I didn't meet you. I don't know how I'm going to be when I'm away from you. I just want to tell you something before we leave. Well, I want to know something first." My ears perked up as he spoke those last words.

"What do you want to know, Mikey?" I asked softly, gazing up at him in admiration. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Britt… will you remember me?" the words hit me like a ton of bricks. Did he think that I would just push him out of my mind forever? I'd been so happy with him. I don't know how I would've managed with Berry around if he wasn't there. Wait, why am I just speaking my mind? Say this to him. Go. Now.

"Mike, I'll… I'll never forget you. I could never forget you. I'll always remember you, Michael." I felt like it was appropriate to say his full name, and he took it well. He was beaming at me. I'd never seen him so happy.

"Well, in that case, I'm prepared to sing you a little diddy." Mike smiled boldly as he slid off of the basketball to sit in front of me. My heart fluttered in anticipation, making me smile wide. My mind went wild as it tried to figure out what song he was going to sing to me. He cleared his throat, looking into my eyes as he started.

Think of me,

Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.

Remember me,

Once in a while

Please promise me, you'll try.

His expression was placid, with a hint of sadness. My eyes began to swell up with tears, since he remembered that Phantom of the Opera was my favorite musical. And Think of Me was my favorite song.

Then you'll find that once again you long

To take your heart back and be free

If you'll ever find a moment,

Spare a thought for me.

His eyes began to swell up as well as he watched me and sang. He blinked them away quickly as his voice began to shake.

We never said our love was evergreen

Or as unchanging as the sea

But if you can still remember,

Stop and think of me.

Think of all the things

We've shared and seen

Don't think about the way

Things might have been.

He trailed the last word off, trying to calm as he blinked more tears away. I leaned in to kiss his cheek, singing to him.

Think of me,

Think of me waking

Silent and resigned.

Imagine me trying too hard

To put you from my mind.

Recall those days, look back on all those times

Think of those things we'll never do

There will never be a day

When I won't think of you.

I finished the song, blinking away tears myself. He stared at me as he pulled himself together. Once I finished, he pulled me into a tight embrace. He kissed my cheek over and over. I pulled away slowly and pressed my lips against his gently. He kissed back softly but his lips were quivering. I stared at him and rested my forehead against his, imbedding this moment into my mind to never forget.

Awww! Such a sad and touching ending for these two! Is this fanfic over? NO. There shall be more to come :3 leave me suggestions, guys! Bye bye!

- Starkid Jade