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. Yeah and I've also, apparently, become a huge fan of Julia/Mike Sr. Who can blame me?

Wriggling her toes, Tina slid her black tights up her legs. Mike had driven them home, and then barricaded himself in his room. Using Puck as an excuse, well, that and halo. Tina wasn't going to say anything, even though he did the little swallow and glance to the side was his tell. Tina had just kissed Mike's cheek and told him she had stuff to do anyhow. They would hang out after dinner and studying.

No Mike left Tina alone with just about nothing to do, but finish getting Mike's Christmas present and do a little more wrapping for the rest of her friends and family. Of course, that meant that Tina needed her car, instead of relying on Mike to take her to pick up his own present.

So, on a semi-sunny afternoon, Tina found herself pulling on her tights and sliding her laced up knee-high boots. She was already wearing her white lace frock with her black side-zip leather bolero. Checking her phone, Tina pulled her gloves on, and grinned as her phone lit up.

Happily, Blaine and Kurt had offered to swing by Mike's and pick Tina up. Grabbing her clutch, Tina left her room and crossed the short distance to Mike's room. She knocked softly. There was a slight shuffling and scuffling before Mike's voice bid her to enter.

Cracking the door open, Tina leaned in. Mike was on his bed, laptop slightly closed to the side of him.

"No Puck," Tina asked lightly.

Mike swallowed again, "No. He ended up going to help Finn with something, I don't know what."

"Okay," Tina shrugged. "I'm heading out with Kurt and Blaine. I'll be back later, 'kay?"

Mike scrambled off his bed, "Do you want me to come with?"

"Stay, Girl's afternoon out," Tina joked.

Mike pressed a kiss to Tina's cheek as she slipped out the door.

Climbing out of the car Tina waved goodbye to Kurt and Blaine. She tugged her keys from her jacket pocket and jogged up the driveway. She typed in the code to the garage and the door began to slide up. Her jeep, not the car her parents had chosen, it was her choice. She'd picked it out. It wasn't new, it was old. It rattled, and the plastic and canvas weren't exactly the best insulation, but it was her baby. Mike hated it. The first time Mike rode in Tina's baby he'd practically had kittens. Not because it wasn't good fun, but because he wasn't driving it, and he wasn't in control.

Pulling herself up into the jeep, Tina taped her directions to the dashboard, as she pulled out of the garage.

Sitting in the parking lot of the forest preserve, Tina curled in the back of her truck, her nimble fingers setting to work on manipulating the colored paper and tape. The box was quickly wrapped. It was a near perfect cube topped with a bow. Tina had also taken the chance to do a little extra shopping. She'd managed to finish all of her Christmas shopping. And with her extra time, extra meaning she didn't really feel like going back to the Chang's.

As much as Tina loved the Chang's, right now, with a 90 minute drive under her belt, she'd had more than a bit of time to be annoyed with Mike's behavior. It wasn't that she was mad. It was just that it hut. Mike was being evasive and it was getting upsetting.

So, Tina was waiting for the fateful call where Mike would call her and ask pitifully where she was. She would apologize and tell him she lost track of time. He would ask if she needed him to come get her. She would say no, and that she'd see him soon. But it was only six, and she had mentioned to Julia that she might miss dinner.

Speaking of dinner, Tina picked up her corndog. "Thank god for carnivals," Tina muttered in the dark cold of the trunk of her jeep.

Mike Sr. knocked on his son's door. "Come in," came Mike's voice.

The door opened easily. Mike Sr. frowned his son was not studying or playing video games. His son had his eyes glued to his laptop.

"What's up," Mike asked his father.

"That is actually what I was going to ask you," Mike Sr. asked as he closed the door behind him. "I hear both you and Tina have been rather scarce this afternoon."

"I had plans with Puck, and Tina went out with Kurt and Blaine," Mike answered as he set his computer aside.

"Did you feed Tina that same lie," Mike Sr. snorted.

Mike swallowed, "What lie?"

Moving across the short distance, Mike Sr. sat down on his son's bed. "Truth, now."

Mike was silent.

Faster than Mike would have imagined possible, his father's hand reached out and grabbed his computer. Mike reached for it, a strangled noise came from his throat. The lid was pushed open, and Mike Sr. shook his head, his eyes cast downward.

"I thought so."

Mike stammered, "I—I, I just…"

"No. We'll talk about this later." Mike Sr. nodded towards his son's phone, "Call Tina, and apologize for lying. Tell her the truth. You were trying to find her a Christmas present. That is what you were planning, right?"

Mike sniffed and shrugged noncommittally.

Licking her fingers, Tina fumbled with her phone. Swallowing a bit of her peppermint mocha milkshake Tina flicked the answer button.

"Tina," Mike's voice came through the phone. "Where are you?"

"I just left the mall, last minute errands," Tina replied, taking another sip of her shake. "Wow, it's already a quarter to seven. I really lost track of time, I'm sorry."

"I am too," Mike told her. "I lied to you this afternoon. I didn't have plans with Puck."

"I know," Tina shrugged.

Mike sighed, "You mad at me?"

"Mad," Tina singsonged, "no. Irritated, a little bit."

"I was trying to decide what to get you for Christmas," Mike admitted.

Tina smiled to herself, "You didn't have to tell me. But I'm glad you did, because you sorta suck at lying, Mike."

Mike chuckled shortly, "I am sorry. Do you need me to come get you?"

Tina shook her head before speaking, "Nope. I have my baby."

She could almost hear the grimace through the phone. "I'm coming to get you."

"Mike, I'm 10 minutes out," Tina informed him as she climbed to the front of the jeep and strapped herself in.

"I'll wait outside for you, have you eaten?"

"Yep, fed and watered," Tina told him. I'll see you in a few.

Parking on the street Tina didn't even manage to open the door before Mike was there. He pulled the door open and buried Tina in his arms.

"Let's never do that again," Mike whispered roughly against her shoulder.

"Deal," Tina answered. "Now march inside, we have studying to do. You have a chemistry quiz tomorrow and being an idiot does not excuse you from acing it."

Mike straightened and kissed Tina's cheek softly, his hands retreating to his front pants pockets. "Ma'am, yes ma'am."

"Oh shut up," Tina scoffed though she was smilingly at him.

"Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition."

-Mignon McLaughlin

A/N: More Tike this round, and some other stuff. I just love domestic. Debating on how this story will end. Half of me says roll out the cheesy, the other half says don't give in—and the fraternizing factions are lobbying for option three of doing both…bah humbug!