Mike walked into Home Ec. excited for baby week. He sat down next to his girlfriend and she pointed to the adorable group of electronic babies sitting on a counter near the teacher's desk.
"Look!" she said, looking over them with eager eyes. Mike nodded, squeezing Brittany's hand.
"Yeah, which one should be ours?" Brittany regarded them carefully, something Mike found too cute, then pointed at one in a pink hat.
"That one," she stated firmly. Mike nodded and stood up, getting the baby before other people decided which one they wanted. Brittany smiled at it lovingly when he handed it to her and held it to her chest. Mike smiled at her tender expression and gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
As he and Brittany were sitting in the classroom together, a thought occurred to Mike.
"Britt?" he asked.
"Yeah?" she nodded, still looking down at the baby.
"Don't you have Cheerios practice?" Brittany shook her head, glancing up at him with those gorgeous eyes.
"Coach Sylvester went to Jamaica for baby week. She said: 'I will not have my cheer sessions interrupted by a group of wailing pieces of junk. I'll be in Jamaica,' to me and Santana. I'm actually kind of happy."
"Why?" Mike asked. He thought Brittany loved Cheerios. She loved dancing, and that's all cheerleading was, right?
"Because Coach is always yelling at us and I don't like being yelled at." Mike chuckled and kissed her on the cheek gently.
"I'd never yell at you," he murmured softly. Brittany smiled and turned to him, kissing him deeply. Her fingers ran through his hair and he was just bringing his hands up to her face when,
"What is it with you two and this class?" Mike pulled away from Brittany, startled by Rachel's sudden appearance.
"Uh…" he mumbled, his face red.
"Hi Rachel! Where's Quinn?" It was Rachel's turn to go red. Mike silently chuckled at the look on Rachel's face.
"Wh-what? Why should I know where Quinn is?" she mumbled, flustered. Brittany tilted her head, confusion written across her face. Mike wanted to kiss her so badly. It wasn't like Rachel had never seen them before anyways…
"Aren't you guys together?" Brittany asked, snapping Mike out of his little daze. Rachel looked shocked.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because you're always staring at each other and giving each other these looks when you think no one is watching you. It's really cute!" Mike smiled at Brittany's perceptiveness. At that moment, other kids began to file into the classroom, cutting off Rachel's further attempts at speech.
Mike spent the rest of the class lost in thoughts of Brittany and him sharing a bed and stuff. Sure, they'd done it before, but she'd been totally out that night. And drunk. Plus, this was going to be every night for the next week. He wasn't sure if it was too early for him to want his girlfriend like that, but he couldn't really not want her that way. She was just so freaking gorgeous.
He was totally pumped.
After class that day, Mike and Brittany headed to glee, hand in hand. Mike loved the way Brittany giggled and beamed at their little baby doll every few minutes as she cradled it adoringly in her arms.
"Ugh, this thing won't stop screaming," Santana grumbled, shoving the baby doll into Puck's arms. Puck chuckled and put it on the floor.
"So, class," Mr. Schue said as he walked in. "Do you guys have your lullabies prepared?" The class let out a general noise of confirmation. "Okay then, who wants to start us off?" Puck stood up, guitar in hand.
"I got something," he said.
"By all means, let's hear it!" Puck strummed his guitar and sang a Jewish lullaby. Santana was smiling the entire time.
"Wouldn't Puck and Santana make a cute couple?" Brittany whispered in Mike's ear. Mike chuckled and nodded.
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Then Brittany laid her head on Mike's shoulder, snuggling up with the baby in between them. Mike smiled and put his arm around her, pulling her closer.
When glee ended, Mike and Brittany strolled over to the parking lot. Mike turned to Brittany.
"Okay, so I'll come to your house right after I grab some stuff, alright?" Brittany nodded and took the baby from him.
"Okay! I'll see you soon!" Then Mike watched her as she skipped to her car, the baby in her arms. God, she was so cute.
Mike walked into his house, whistling.
"Mike?" Chris asked, walking over to the kitchen. Mike waved.
"Yeah?"
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"Britt's house." Chris' eyes widened with awe.
"Are you gonna… you know… sleep in the same bed and stuff?"
"Yeah," Mike said.
"Can you put in a good word with Grace for me?" Chris asked shyly. Mike chuckled and nodded as he headed towards his room. Then, spurred by a sudden burst of adrenaline and excitement, he grabbed his varsity football duffel bag and started to throw things into it. He couldn't wait to get to Britt's house.
"Hello Michael," Mrs. Pierce said, stepping away from the door.
"Hi Mrs. Pierce," Mike said.
"Brittany's up in her room. No messing around, alright?" Mrs. Pierce said with a knowing glance. Mike nodded slowly.
"Of course not."
"Well, I'm sure you know that my husband would happily hang you upside-down by your ball-"
"Mom!" Mike heard Brittany call from upstairs. "Are you scaring Mikey?" She came down the stairs, slightly flushed. Her hair was tied up and she held the baby in her arms. She was beautiful. When she saw Mike, a smile spread across her face.
"Hi Mike!"
"Hey Britt," Mike said, turning towards her.
"Come upstairs with me!" Brittany giggled and turned around. Mike chuckled and followed his girlfriend.
"We should do our homework," Mike murmured as Brittany set the baby in a crib. Brittany nodded unenthusiastically.
"I don't understand homework, so I usually don't do it." Mike raised an eyebrow at this statement, then smiled.
"That's alright. I'll help you." He grabbed his backpack from near the door where he had set it down and walked over to Brittany's bed where she lay sprawled across it.
"Okay, so do you want to start with math?" Brittany nodded. She pulled out her math binder and set it down in front of her. She took out a pencil as well, then waited for Mike to tell her what to do next.
For the next two hours, the pair sat there doing homework. Mrs. Pierce walked in and smiled. Mike was really good to her daughter. Then she left to make dinner, smiling the whole way to the kitchen.
"Ready for dinner?" Brittany asked Mike. Mike nodded.
"Yeah, sure." Then he stood up and stretched out his muscles. Lying on the bed for so long had made him stiff and sore. He heard Brittany giggle and looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. She slid gracefully off of the bed and stepped in close to him, running her hands up and down his arms.
"You have lots of muscles," she commented. Mike grinned and flexed his muscles under Brittany's soft fingers. Her eyes widened and his grin got bigger. Then she stretched her slim frame out and his eyes almost fell out of his head.
Her silky, smooth skin looked amazing when she stretched out her muscles and she looked like a freaking sexy cat goddess or something. Then, when she lifted her arms over her head, her black tank top lifted just enough to show the smallest bit of skin that teased Mike and made his jeans feel ten sizes too small. Then she turned those stunning eyes onto him and he was totally caught.
She took a half-step forward so she was only millimeters away from him, then brought her hands to his chest. Mike loved the way Brittany's fingers traced his muscles through his shirt. She looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes big and questioning. Mike understood immediately.
He pulled his shirt off and Brittany's eyes got even bigger. Her soft fingers traced his abs and he shivered slightly. She smiled at him and pressed herself flush against his body, kissing him deeply. His arms encircled her, pulling her closer and holding her tighter. He felt her smile against his lips and he kissed her harder. Her fingers slid up his arms, causing him to shiver again. Then she tangled them in his hair, pulling slightly.
"Britt," Mike moaned quietly as Brittany's lips traveled down to his neck. She grazed her teeth across his skin, then kissed the same spot tenderly. Mike's eyes rolled back into his head and he sighed softly with pleasure.
"Brittany! Mike! Dinner!" Mrs. Pierce called from downstairs. Brittany pulled away from Mike with a teasing wink that made Mike groan and flop down backwards on Brittany's bed. He felt the bed bounce slightly as Brittany jumped up on top of him playfully. Mike propped himself up on his elbows to look at her.
"We have to eat dinner!" Brittany said innocently. Then she leaned over him and whispered, "We'll have plenty of time to finish our homework and stuff after dinner." Less innocent. Her voice was husky and sexy. Mike loved it. Then she pulled away from him, leaving him high and dry.
"Ugh," Mike groaned, rolling his head back.