Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any characters there-in. Ryan Murphy does. The End

A/N: Because Tike is just too cute to not. Um, thanks for all the lovely reviews, they really cheer me up and make it worth writing this story!


Tina snuck into the choir room. So far only Puck was there, which was good. Grinning, she bounced over to him, "Hey! Any luck?"

Puck shook his head sadly, "Apparently I'm not fat enough, or something!"

The girl couldn't help the quirked eyebrow. It was sort of a reflex when strange words came out of people's mouths. "Well, I talked to one of my friends down at the hospital, and if you're willing to behave, you can play Santa for the kids. The old Santa is getting to arthritic to lift them up, and kept forgetting what holiday it was…"

Puck's long face flipped and he was out of his chair in an instant. He wrapped Tina in a big bear hug before lifting her and spinning them both around. "You're my hero," Puck cheered. At long last he set her on the ground and sweetly pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Tina squeezed the hands that still held hers, "The best part is that you take the suit home at night so you can get changed before you get to the hospital."

Another whoop of joy left Puck's mouth, "You're really the best Tina. If you ever need anything, I'll be there to help."

Shaking her long head of hair, Tina just smiled up at the giant teen, "It's not a problem."

Nodding once more, Puck took the piece of paper that Tina extended. Glancing at it, he noticed that it had instructions. "By the way," Puck muttered as he sat beside Tina in the rows of chairs, "have you figured out why Mike keeps threatening me?"

Tina inhaled as if to say something before pausing and then sighing. "Well, it might have to do with me teasing Mike about how you get my motor running," Tina told him lightly, her breathy voice lacking any serious-tone.

Puck's jaw dropped before a confident smirk etched across his face, "Cool. Do I, get your motor running?"

Tina bit her lower lip and leaned closer to Puck, "A little bit, it's the bad boy thing, I'm helpless against it. Don't tell Mike, he really would kill you, he's a fleet-footed-ninja."

"Hot," was Puck's response. "My lips are zipped. But you know if you two ever split, let me know."

Tina snorted softly, eyes rolling slightly, "As tempting as that is, I think I'll stick to being the only girl in glee who hasn't dated you, 'kay."

Puck sighed, but threw his arm around Tina's shoulders, "Fine, the offer still stands. I can still flirt with you, right?"

"I'll allow it, I like it when Mike gets jealous—he goes from mild-mannered dancer to this…," Tina let out a little growl and licked her lips.

The mohawked teen snickered, "Easy Tiger, I don't need Chang breaking my face because he thinks I got you all hot-and-bothered, well unless I did, of course."

"Bite me, Puck," Tina growled in irritation.

"Gladly," Puck smirked, leaning in.

"Metaphorically," Tina corrected.

"I suck at Spanish," Puck groaned.

"English," Mike corrected as he walked into the room. He wasn't exactly pleased at the moment. Puck had just been making advances, even if Tina wasn't exactly receptive judging by the derisive "metaphorically" she gritted out. Mike picked Tina up from the chair and sat down in her place, settling her on his lap. Glancing at Puck, Mike leveled a freezing glare at the other teen, just because Mike trusted Tina, didn't mean he was going to let this go. Nope, not in the seven layers of hell and the Rachel-center of hell was Mike going to let it go.


It had been settled, that Friday morning Glee club would be doing their Veteran's Concert, and would be allowed to leave from there to go home. Which was the upside to the week, the downside was that Rachel was back and in full holiday swing. She had an electronic Rudolph sweater that lit up and giggled. It was super creepy.

Mike had decided that instead of risking spending lunch with Rachel and Finn, he and Tina would go hide out in the archive part of the library. It was always abandoned because, in the entire school, about three people knew it existed. Tina, Mike, and the shop teacher—who was too hyped up on paint fumes to ever be near the library in the first place—which meant, that Tina and Mike had their own little secret hideaway from the rest of the world. Mike had practically dragged her in there after the glee meeting and the whole Puck thing. Of course the dragging had lasted for about two seconds before he'd closed and locked the door and pressed Tina up against it.

His lips were dragging across the skin of her collar bone. And for once, both of them were thankful for the unseasonably "warm" weather that Ohio was experiencing—it meant that Tina could wear low-cut dresses that gave Mike easy access to her neck and chest.

Panting softly, Tina's fingers curled into Mike's hair, "What's this about?" She felt him shrug against her shoulder. Scowling, Tina pulled him back, "Talk."

"You were joking when you said that Puck got you going, right?"

Tina shook her head in exasperation, "Yes, Mike. I love you, I only want you. And as much as I love it when you get riled up, you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Mike let out a deep sigh, the tension in his body escaping as Tina's hands caressed his cheeks. "I love you, Tina. I'm sorry I got upset."

Shaking her head, Tina simply dropped her forehead to his, "It's okay, Mike. Just think about tonight. I'll be two doors down from you."

Mike groaned as Tina bit the edge of her lip, "Oh, don't tease me. My father read me the riot act, well not really. He threatened to lock me in the basement if he feels I've crossed a line."

Her pink tongue darted out to whet her already moist lips. "Oh, so I'm forbidden fruit, now am I?"

Groaning again, Mike dropped his head to Tina's chest, cushioning his head on her soft roundness, "What did I do to deserve this?"

"You've very naughty," Tina purred darkly, her hands trailing across his body, the heat melting through his clothing.

"I'm going to die, my father is going to kill me," Mike sighed in wide-eyed shock.


Mike, being the gentleman that he was, carried Tina's bags into the house before turning back to Tina who stood on the front stoop, waiting for him to move. Giving her a giddy little wink, Mike stepped outside and before she could even breathe, and scooped her up into his arms and walked across the threshold. He smirked as her already rosy cheeks went a shade darker. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before setting her back on the ground.

"Mike," she scolded him, "that's not funny."

"Yes it is," he winked at her.

Crossing he arms over her chest, Tina stalked off, leaving Mike to chuckle to himself as he took her luggage upstairs. He couldn't help but think about the day when they would have their own house, when he would get to carry her over that threshold and to their bed. God he just wanted her so much, in every possible way.

Inhaling deeply and putting the leash back on his thoughts, Mike lunged down the stairs to go find his girlfriend who was no doubt, already over her slight irritation at his actions. Tina was never mad for very long, especially at him.

"From home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another
The warmth and joy of Christmas, brings us closer to each other."
-Emily Matthews


A/N: So a bit of Puck/Tina in this chapter. I have a soft spot for the criminal element…well don't we all ;) Mike and Tina fluff and some serious stuff. Hope you all enjoyed!