a/n: I know...It's been long. Please forgive me. And thank you for the reviews. They had motivate me into finishing this chapter. And no, I' have no intention (yet) to stop this fic. I have all of these plots swarming inside my head for days but two big projects at work had keeping me from actually writing them *sigh*. Once again, please forgive me. And thank you for the supports, oh dear reviewers
This chapter might seemed too corny. I don't know. The plot is right, but there's something been nagging me in the back of my head. Keep saying that this story was somehow still lacked. I dunno, was the plot too quick? Or too slow? Or was it my way of writing? Please let me know if you have any inputs for me. That'd be wonderful :)
By the way, have you all seen the latest pic Harry Shum Jr put on his tumblr/instagram/any other social media of his? OMG! I knew it! It clicked with this plot I had inside my head. Well, it may be different in storyline..but somehow it gave me ideas for the next 4 or 5 chapters. Please anticipate it...tee-hee.
Glee isn't mine. And so isn't Sexy Back. Please enjoy !
Star Crossed Lovers
Chapter 4 : Sexy Back
Mike shifted and turned uncomfortably on his seat, partially annoyed and partially nervous. After Santana's phone call, he had meant to fly right away to New York. He really did. He even ran back to his apartment. Not even giving himself a chance to freshen up. He just went on and pack a few shirts, pants, and some other necessities into his mailman bag. Grabbing his wallet and without any further explanation to his confused roomies, he flew out of the door to the airport. Alas, the panicked fool had forgotten that January wasn't exactly the best time to have a sudden flying plan. Every single of the damned planes were fully booked. He even had to spend the night at the airport's hard bench for a goddamn ticket! Only when the morning came and he felt like all of his efforts were in vain, a nice lady advised him to grab an early morning bus instead. Sure it took longer to reach NY, but it was available rather than the last minute empty seat fata morgana. In words, Mike was glad that he took the bus. Cause the more he spent his precious time pacing around on Chicago's soil, the more she'd slipping away from his grasp.
She. Tina Cohen-Chang, his sadly entitled ex-girlfriend.
However, spending 15 hours on bus ride meant more time for him to think about her and their past relationship. Dammit, he was happy. There were many nights he had spent on moping, wishing he could have back to High School again. To that happy-go-lucky boy with the most loving, caring, and admirable girlfriend on his arm.
To say that he didn't enjoy his post-high school life however neither true nor false. Back then when he visited Lima for Thanksgiving, he admits that he had never actually given his relationship-free kind of life any chance. In his naive mind, there was only one girl. And he'd fight nail and teeth for her, if he must. But a few week after he and Tina decided to rekindle their relationship, he got caught in some sort of, well, a tangled mess. It started as a moving-out threat from his roomies if he refused to attend yet another party invitation after oh-so many before. Well, after a semester went by, Mike had grown attached to the said roomies. So he agreed eventually. The fool also lied to Tina, telling her that he wasn't feeling well to have another skype conversation that night. And she bought it.
Long story short, he didn't know how the fuck he ended so wasted at that party and found himself the morning after in bed with the most oriental-faced girl at their Academy. Never in his life he'd ever feeling so awful like that one time, but the unknown girl only shrugged it off as 'another one night stand'. Eventually, Mike was left baffled. But his guilt wasn't only directed toward his first one night stand. It worsened ten times when he remember about Tina at the other end of their long distance relationship. At the beginning, his roomies advised him to stay hush hush. It took only a week before the guilt finally had eaten him up. Then Mike Chang decided to end their relationship for good. He admitted of course, that he was such a douche when he broke up with her.
''Because you're not Asian enough', huh? Asian my ass !' he kicked his inner self for giving her the stupidest answer for the millenium.
Why didn't he think it through?
Well, he started the phone call with the infamous line : "We need to talk...", which completely broke the usual cheery tones of hers whenever she answered his call. When Tina started sobbed at the other end of the line, he got panic. As soon as she demanded his reason, the only think that popped in his mind was how oriental his first fling look was. Without further thinking, that answer was kind of spilled out of his mouth. Hearing as much, she hung up immediately and refused to answer any phone calls or texts of his ever since. And damn it ! He regretted it so much. She, at least, had the courtesy to give him appropriate reasons for their first break up which was as brilliant as to give him space and time to enjoy his post-high school life. Yeah, Tina had been the mature one in their relationship. And losing her had made Mike feels like a kid without his guidance arm. Way to go, Chang!
Last night, when he heard her singing with that guy over the phone, all of the sudden he just lost it. He knew it too well that one of Tina's many weaknesses were always a serenade. He remembered she always looked like lost in thought whenever Finn (may you rest in peace, buddy..) sang to Rachel or other way around. Hell, when he helped Artie serenades to Britanny from prom he witnessed Tina turned to jelly at the very far corner of the classroom. Those songs weren't even for her and she had faltered ! And he was damn sure, that Elliott guy must've sang that song last night while staring at her eyes. Oh,that man is so dead !
The sun was high by now, and Mike Chang had about 4 hours left before reaching New York.
"So, where else would you've taken her at such a beautiful day, oh prince charming on the white stallion?", Kurt wiggled his eyebrows toward the man he met once he answered the door.
There in his glory, stood Elliott Gilbert with the edgiest look he'd ever try before. White tight fitted shirt with the two top buttons undone, washed out pair of jeans, biker boots, and a matching leather jacket. In one word : sexy. He grinned from ear to ear. This was his fifth date with Tina. Since she'd be leaving for Lima in two days, he'd been playing nice and being very efficient. He gave her those easy coffee dates or friendly outing at The Callbacks so she could have plenty of time do her college applications. And now seeing she had made up her mind, it was time for him to upscale his game.
"Actually Kurt, It's a Ducati. Not a stallion. And I'm thinking about taking the damsel for dinner at La Lanterna di Vittorio, and yes ,judging from your choked shrieks I believe you're thinking the very same one. And afterwards, I am thinking of Cielo. You know, nightclubs are the best for stress reliever"
"Ack! Elliott! Why can't you be this awesome kind of friend to the rest of us ? La Laterna di Vittorio is like the most romantic Italian dining in New York. And Cielo?! Oh my God, I am officially envious right now!" gushed Kurt excitedly.
"Well, for one.. None you are not 5'4'' Asian with the brightest eyes I've ever met. So, don't expect me to come and try woo you all."
"Aha ! So this is AN actual attempt of wooing !"
"Guilty", smiled Elliott sheepishly. "So, when can I see Tina ?"
"I'm right here", said a voice owned by the one and only Miss Asian Number One. She suddenly popped out behind Kurt's shoulder, followed by proud-looking Rachel and scowling Santana. Entranced by the sight, Elliott had to double-check at the very woman in front of him. Was she the very same Lima girl he had met few days ago ? Well, for once he had to applaud for Rachel's awesome sense in fashion and Santana's genius hands in makeup.
Honesty, Tina was feeling really nervous . Does she choose the right dress ? Well, she should be. Rachel had helped her finding the dress. The white with lush-green gradation chiffon dress styled in empire waist and spaghetti straps flowed down until just 2 inches above her knees. Since the winter chill was still there, she had to wear black stockings underneath and brown ankle boots which makes her looks like some modern time fairy tales fairy popping out of a book. And the makeup? By God, Santana IS phenomenal! Tina didn't not how exactly she managed, but in half an hour she already looked like an Asian Supermodel. She'd able to render Tina's high cheek bone and brought the whole elegance of a queen out of her. Two trophies has to be handed to two of her female friends tonight, but somehow she still feeling unsure. Since all was Elliott doing right now was just...gaping. No praises. No compliment. Oh No, do I look ugly ? asked her inner-self out of insecurity.
"W-whoah Tina...you looked..great!", Elliott didn't know he had been holding his breath.
"I d-do? Really? You're not just saying, aren't you?" asked her pessimistically.
"God no ! You're fantastic ! I'm going to be in a lot of trouble taking you out tonight"
"Why ?"
"Well, fending off all of those prying hands who would be trying to get you is going to be tough", winked him confidently which bringing blush on her cheeks. "Okay, shall we be off my queen?" , he offered her his arm to Tina. Which she accepted with pleasure.
"Ahhh, you both are so cute !", squealed Rachel and followed by gagging noise from Santana. Rachel had to throw her a dirty look which plainly saying 'Play nice Santana' all over.
"Okay, so I need her to be back safe and sound. Don't get too many liquor by the way. I need you both on your best tomorrow for our bon voyage yes, you don't have curfew Tina. But make sure to play safe, kiddo."
"Yes Dad..." scoffed Tina at Kurt.
"We love you Tee," everybody gave Tina one last hug before letting Elliott took her off.
"What was THAT, Tana ?" asked the irritated Rachel when she finally get a hold onto Santana. The goodbyes at the door were short and she had been behaving quite rudely. After a quick hug with Tina, Santana fled at lightning pace to the her room. Well, stomping actually. Not even saying goodbyes to Elliott. Neither Rachel nor Kurt could pry her out of the Latina Sanctuary for an hour and half until the woman herself choose to grace them with her presence.
"Umm, what do you mean by that, Rach ?"
"I don't know. How about that bitchy attitude toward Elliott ?"
"Yeah, I completely agree with Rachel. Since day one you had found out about their 'things', you've been back to your cheerleader-from-Hell mode. What IS your problem ?" asked Kurt in higher than usual tones.
"Well, I told you before : I disagree with Tina-Elliott coupling. If there's someone for our missy Asian, there'd be only The Other Asian. There, I've said it !"
"They broke up ,Tana. ", wailed Rachel desperately. Sometimes, she just couldn't understand her friend's logic. "And if you can't recall, Mike was the one who broke up with her."
"Yeah, leaving her with MEAN words nonetheless." There were some unspoken rage hidden in Kurt's remarks. Back then in McKinley; Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina had been the bestest of friends. They still are. But because of their separated ways, Kurt had been closer to Rachel and Santana nowadays. And Tina settled of being best friend with his fiancee : Blaine Anderson. Despite of the distance however, Blaine and Tina still talked to Kurt about everything. So there were no itsy bitsy news left untold to Mr. Kurt Hummel.
"You know what, there had got to be an explanation. We are talking about Mike Chang here. The guy had the best attitude back then. Hell, he can't hurt-"
Knock. Knock. Knock
Like in cue, three knocks were heard at the door. Sighed heavily, Rachel asked the other two to pause their arguments so she can greet whomever that was. She swung the door almost too violently, only to be surprised beyond her mind. There, on their hallway stood one and the only Mike Chang whom are supposedly be in Chicago right now.
"Hey Rachel", grinned him a little bit too sheepishly.
"Hey Rachel", Mike was trying to give his most appropriate greetings toward the startled friend of his without showing his rush. "How are you guys doing ?"
How's Tina ? Where is she ? Can I see her?
She's here, right?
Right?
Oh No, the apartment seemed less crowdy... where are they?
She's not with HIM, isn't she ?
"Aah...Mike. Well, we totally didn't expect you at all", stammered Rachel while trying to get over her surprised state of mind.
"About time,Chang". There she was. Standing in the middle of the living room, the trigger of Mike's moment of clarity. The Santana Lopez. Smirking in all of her glory while strutting toward the anxious Asian man and her confused BFF like a peacock.
"You're kinda late,you know. She had left ages ago. Seriously? I thought you are the man with quickest feet. But I guess the term doesn't count in getting a girl, doesn't it ?"
"Oh. My. Godness. Santana...what have you done ?" Kurt massaged his temple in frustration.
"Kurt, Lopez's motto: Bros before hoes. As much as I love Elliott, Changster and I were bros long before. Get over it"
Kurt didn't even try to hide his annoyed groan. God knows how long his friend had tried to get Tina over her old flames and found her muse, which is the one that got her on the back of his Ducati as they spoke. But here he was, her Romeo just decided to show up when she was about to moved on. Things would be simpler if he wasn't friend with this guy. But alas, they are. And things would definitely goes...well, complicated.
"Where . Is. She ?" asked Mike in demanding tones. If Santana's words were right, Mike knows he can't just stand there and chats any longer.
"If only you were an hour and half earlier, you might catch them at that romantic Italian restaurant Tina told me. But the rest of the night were mystery for her either, so I can't dig that much,Footloose".
"Kurt ?", asked him in hopeless tones.
All of sudden, Kurt was feeling suffocated. He kept throwing glances between Rachel and Santana : one filled with disagreement and confusion while the other one with accusation. It felt like walking on a very thin ice. Which team should he played for? Elli or Mike? Heck, Kurt was never actually a team person. He was always been that single unique player. People would understood if we just walked off without any consent whatsoever. Yeah, he might just gonna do that.
But he did one mistake before actually walked off. He took a peek. One single look at Mike Chang's puppy looks. Oh,Lord be merciful ! How can a manly man like Chang could sport the look of an abandoned dog on downpour rains? 'And he keeps chewing his lower lips !Oh God, this guy is impossible !" shrieked Kurt inside his head. The man could only hold out for another 3 minutes before bursting out the truth.
"Oh God, stop that awfully cute expression will ya?", screamed Kurt.
"Wait, cute?", Mike sounded a little bit offended.
"Cielo, okay. The Cielo. He's going to take her to that nightclub downtown after dinner". Finally the man spoke out. "And you Mister, THAT is so unfair. Using that kind of expression is like using nuke on a duel!" burst Kurt out once more. Mike couldn't be more confused than he already was. Unlike him, Santana smirked for another round she had won.
'Definitely, nobody's immune to Changster's lost and helpless facial expression'
"Okay Changster, let's go. We don't have much time. Thank you, Lady-face", Santana grabbed Mike's arm and dashed out of the apartment. As soon as they left, Rachel threw the dirtiest look she could muster for her best friend.
"What? He gave me the look,Rach. Nobody ever be un-moved by the look !" defended Kurt for one last time.
The moon was almost high by the time Elliott stopped his bike outside the hippiest club in NYC. The Cielo. He let his beautiful passenger to got off the vehicle before he himself. After securing their helmets, he threw the bike key to a puzzled valet boy. 'Pshh, newbie ' scoffed him inside.
"So...where are we exactly, Elli?" asked Tina in low tone. Sure, she's newcomer at this town. But It she thought it'd never hurts to let nobody else knows about it.
"Ah, where my manner. Why, Tina..this is where every New Yorkers come and get baptized. New or Regulars, they would come here .night. To be basked in the experience. To be the total New Yorkers. And you Miss Cohen-Chang, since you'd be moving here in a few moths..I think I want to be the one to introduce you to...well, the New York."
"Wow, just...wow Elli. But...it seems like one hell of a long line, though"
"Pssh, no sweat babe...", grinned Elli as the pair stopped right in front of the bulky bouncer.
"Hey Starchild", greeted The Bouncer. Oh, so he IS pretty famous. "You're on today?"
"Nah man...I'm off. They said they're going to have Justin Timberlake tonight", Tina's eyes was feeling like popped out of its socket at the mention of the Timberlake's name alone. "So, I am here to entertain my..well, my lady friend here" winked him.
"Ahh, have a great night then, buddy..",The Bouncer winked at him back in understanding and gave him way inside. Smooth as ever, Elliott put his hand onto her small back and lead Tina inside.
"So...you are famous," Tina glanced at him with playful tunes in her words.
"Nah, just been doin' a few gigs here myself. The owner liked me, the workers like me. So, they give privileges...as friend", said him trying to be a little modest. "Now, are you ready?"
She answered him with eager nods, and he continue to lead her through the huge black curtain. Into the whole new world she'd never seen in her entire life. The supposedly dark room was lit with hundreds of laser lights: green, pink, and yellow. Beaming into the hugest ballroom she'd ever seen before. People in fancy clothes packed the dance floor, all sweaty but somehow they seemed to enjoy it as music blasting off the roof.
"Woah...", mused her a little. The remark brought a little grin to his face which followed by him gripping her waist a little tighter. He leaned a little closer to her ear to whisper her something.
"Care for shots ?" asked him lowly.
"Hu~um, I'd have Blue Kamikaze please?"
Elliott quirked his eyebrow for the unexpected answer. "I don't know you're big fan of alcohols. Here I am thinking that I'd be the one who taught you all of this kind of stuff.."
"No I don't, silly," she laughed heartedly. "I googled them before. Have zero idea what the hell it is. But the picture is pretty. So, why not try 'em?"
He couldn't help but to grin at the naive yet so impulsive girl before him. "Fine, I'll get you one. But promise me you'll go easy afterwards with your drinks. Can't present you drunk to Kurt and Rachel,can I?". Which responded with an eager grin of hers.
"Here we are"
The moment Chang-Lopez combo stood in front of the magnificent entrance of The Cielo, they knew they are soo out of this club's league. Sure Santana alone would've made it inside since she happened to have her great ass-day red dress on. But Mike Chang here was totally under-dressed. Clad in tshirt and pair of washed off jeans, he totally looked like some penniless artist. Taking their chances right away would've gotten them kicked out of the place quicker than the Tazmanian Devils.
"Seriously Chang, what the hell ARE you wearing?" scorned Santana.
"Well,sorry then! I came here to talk to my ex. Never receive any notice about the dresscode, though!" retorted him back.
"Okay save some snark back, Asian. Geez, there's a man inside whose probably making some googly eyes to your better half and here you are, trying to bite your only one ally's head off"
"You were...right. I'm sorry".
God, never had Santana seen her old friend looking so depressed as he was at the moment. He looked skinnier than ever. Yes, the muscles were more defined. And also the abs, if she had to be precise. But his eyes were hollow and the skin looked pale. Oh, were those wrinkles on his forehead? Santana was so sure about 6 months ago, those aging evidence weren't there. And where the hell those dimples that used to render his smile anyway ? Santana knew, she could be the most heartless bitch at a time. But right now, she can't help but to sympathize.
"You missed her", said her in matter-of fact fashion.
"More than you know, San", answered him weakly.
"What did you do, actually? I know Tina. Yes, she could be sassy like Blaine would've refer. But the weird thing is..she would just go berserk in the mention of your name. What the hell happened, Changster?"
He went mute. Actually, it wasn't intentional. Deep inside the skull, his brain actually worked a hundred time harder than usual. She went berserk? Did I hurt her that much? While in facade, he was gaping at the Latina before him. Opening and closing his mouth like gold fish but unable to muster any words. He just couldn't come up with any smart answer at all. And Santana pity him.
"You know what, forget it. You're a big boy. She's a big girl. It was your choices, not mine. All I know is that I have to get your sorry ass inside now, so you can make things right. And you better be, Changster. Or I'm gonna Lima Heights your sorry ass back to Chicago right away. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am". Relief washed over him since Santana had chosen to drop the subject. But the main problem was still there : How could the get inside the club ?
In the corner of her eyes, Santana saw the disappointed crowds were starting to form at the entrance. A few man in vest –assumed waiter of the club were trying to cool down the mass. And just then , man in suite came out looking like in a heated conversation with his phone.
"Okay Chang, be ready. This might be our only chance."
The word canceled was written in red bold front across Justin Timberlake's poster at the front door. Displeased customers who had been standing in line since afternoon but still unable to get inside was starting to throw a fit. Nimbly, Santana passed through the security just to overhear the man in suite.
"What do you mean he can't make it? We have a contract!" hissed him angrily into his cell.
"Well, due to all respect...canceling a show just a few minute before the curtain rolls is VERY unprofessional ! What...? Well yeah,it SURE wasn't Mr. Timberlake's fault for getting food poisoning...but for God's sake, we had an angry mob here!", there's a minute pause before he fumed again. "Hell no! Why would we go to Lil Wayne when we promised people JT ? He doesn't got the MOVE! What? ". He hung up rudely before palming his face in frustration.
"Seriously? Lil Wayne to substitute Timberlake? Way to impress the crowd.." scoffed Santana intentionally loud.
"Excuse me,miss...I don't think you should be here-", but the man in suit's word was cut in a heartbeat.
"Well,excuse me. If you can't give a paying customer what you've promised them, then I believe you have no right to tell me where I belong !". The man in suit deeply exhaled ,desperately wanted to shake the snarky Latina off. But damn it! This lass was right.
"Fine miss, let me get you someone for refund", he said dejectedly.
"Well, you can give me and your other angry hundreds customer refunds...or, maybe I could offer you a preposition. Which probably could save you a few hundreds dollar", offered Santana while trying to maintain her pokerface. Inside she felt really grateful for being born and raised in Lima Heights. Mob-transaction wasn't exactly something rare for her back then. And as for the man, his ears literally perked. The woman looked important and really, he just lost his main attraction for the night. He got nothing to lose.
"Okay...I'm all ears,Miss"
Nobody shove as ruthless as Santana Lopez. Or at least that was in Mike opinion. Nobody. Not even any of football players he ever against of all through his High School years. Yes, they were stronger. But Santana's stung like a bee. And having her shoved crisps fabrics onto his face was probably the most enlightenment experience about the infamous Lima Height Style she'd always bragged about.
"Wear this, Changster". She shoved to him white Armani shirt, gray vest, and a fedora hat which left the Asian man confused.
"Umm...where do you steal these,San?"
"Pssh, I'm not stealing. These are your costume. And by the way, I just landed you a big gig. So you're welcome", smirked her brightly.
"Wh- wha-...what's on earth ?"
"Well, you need to get inside anyway. And they, the Cielo manager needs some act tonight. So instead of hiring Lil' Wayne, I've persuade them to hire you instead. The Asian Timberlake to subs for The Justin Timberlake."
"B-but...I have no practice, San!" whined Mike,totally freaked right now. How in the name of God he could've had solo act out of nowhere when all of he wants was the girl?
"Hush, no moaning Changster. You are the dancing Asian. Helluva good one nonetheless. Don't let me mention that you attend that fancy ballet school in Chicago,"
"Joffrey",
"Whatever. So suit up, suck it up, and bust a move out there ! I'll distract Starchild, so you'd better woo her good". Michael Robert Chang Jr knew that's the end of this conversation. Either that or he really wanted to have The Mean Latina to chew his head off.
Backstage has always been the save haven for any stage performers. Behind these curtains stood audiences. The paying people who could either cheer for you or jeered at you, depends on how your later performance would be. Mike always had this anxious churn inside of him everytime he was about to perform. His first one was his Kindergarten Talent Show his mom had insisted for him to attend despite of his father objection. He literally turned green and about to throw up. But his mom were there and soothed his anxiety away with her gentle caress. The symptoms do continue even after he decided to join New Direction willingly. He remembered it clearly of how he'd fight this urge to run away from the back stage whenever they were having big performances, and there was Tina. She was such a sweet and considering friend back then. Just by one non-judging glance, she knew that Mike has this awful combination of cold feet and stage fright. She would just caress his back like his mother would, and squeeze his hand with a gentle smile. Every single time. And that's how Mike Chang fell in love with the sophomore Tina Cohen-Chang. Despite of her still-going relationship with Artie, he had yearn for her since then.
But at this moment, there's no Tina. No hands or gentle smile would ease his fright away right now. The said smile, hands, gentleness, everything.. was standing out there among the crowds. Stood near her current potential-man,perhaps. Probably even holding hands or dancing or just enjoying themselves. Hopefully, they don't kiss. Or did they?
'They better not!', screamed Mike inside his head.
The thought alone had burned Mike's inside, leaving the previous anxiety into dust. Instead, aggravation and pride came around and knock some senses into him. Awhile ago, Santana briefed him with the little story of how his woman meet this man. Flirting with her while doing a performance? 'That screamed stripper! But without clothes flying everywhere, though' scowled him inside. Oh, how he swore to God he'd get her back.
The signal light went off three times and intro music of Timberlake's infamous sexy back has started. 'This is the cue', Mike Chang smirked. He's SO owned this song ! Without any hesitation, he slided into that light-basked stage.
"I'm bringin' sexy back (yeah)
Them other boys don't know how to act (yeah)"
Crowds cheered like wild fire all of sudden. The commotion distracted the pair who were currently lost themselves in a heated dance. Elliott's eyes brightened all of sudden. Yeah, he idolized Timberlake since middle school.
"Hey, that's him ! That's Timberlake!", screamed him in joy. Tina took his hand and lead him closer to the stage.
"I think it's special, what's behind your back
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack"
Pop and lockin' in JT's groove never been a problem for our dancing Asian. But the proven harder tasks would be to find the girl amongst these many sweaty babes. Mike couldn't pin point her location at all. Does she wear dress or casual outfit? Does it edgy or sweet? Does she got a haircut? Does she let her hair down or in a fancy hair do? Too many questions flooded his mind. Damn, he should've done more recons before going with this seemingly impossible mission.
"Dirty babe...You see these shackles, baby
I'm your slave."
In the back of his busy mind, He silently had regretted it that he'd never thank her properly for every singing lessons she had given her. Since his singing ability at this moment had proven its awesomeness. The backup computerized voice rendered his smooth yet deep voice. Mike did a few complicated turns and and the Timberlake tornado, then the club was on fire! The girls shrieked like crazy and the dudes whooped aloud.
"I'll let you whip me if I misbehave.. It's just that no one makes me feel this way"
Tina had this funny feeling inside her tummy. She's familiar with the voice, but she shook it off anyway. Nobody walked on earth wouldn't recognize Justin Timberlake anyway. But that man on the stage...his move looked like Timberlake alright, but she can't help but feeling like knowing those moves for years !
"C'mon babe. I need to see him closer", Elliott tugged her arm excitedly. She smiled softly at his antics. He's such a fanboy !
"(Come here, girl) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Come to the back) Go 'head, be gone with it
(VIP) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Drinks on me) Go 'head, be gone with it"
Patience has granted him his rewards. He swayed to the west wing of the stage and he could finally spotted her. Tina Cohen-Chang beautiful as ever, dressed like sexy vixen from his darkest fantasy. And she had her hand enveloped into that bastard's hand, looking cozy and all. Mike involuntary winced at the sight.
"(You see what you're twerking with) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Look at those hips) Go 'head, be gone with it
(You make me smile) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Go 'head, child) Go 'head, be gone with it"
She gasped loudly. That man on the stage was no Timberlake. It is...
"Michael Robert Chang Junior ! Oh,Hell no !", Tina literally shrieked like a banshee. Which wasn't left unheard by the said man. He visibly smirked now since the lady had recognized him. He did all his best to maintain their eye contact all while pleasing the crowds with his groovy moves. C'mon San,your turn ! Where the hell are you?
"Say what babe?", asked oblivious Elliott.
SPLAAASH
"Oops, sorry Elli...", grinned the Latina while keeping her innocent facade. Yess, right on cue!
"Oh no, I must've had ruined your shirt! Oh my God, Elli...this is red wine !", gushed her again.
"Santana ?", asked Tina confused. And Mike Chang...is it...some kind of...trick?
"(And get your sexy on) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Get your sexy on) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Get your sexy on) Go 'head, be gone with it"
Realization slowly dawned into Lima's Asian beauty, which quickly caught by the Mean Queen. To avoid her rage, Santana turned her play into the next phase: dragging Starchild's ass out of the scene before Tina ripped her hair off first.
"C'mhere Elli, I'll help you get those wine off your shirt. You looked ragged next to her you know? Or I'll buy you another shirt. Oh my God, I feel soo baad, Elli..."
"Yeah, you're right Tana. I'll be quick, kay ."
"B-but...". No! You can't leave me here with my ex!
He cupped her face with both hand. Nobody knew how deadly Mike Chang's look just by witnessing the scene.
"Hey, I won't be long. Just enjoy the show,kay? You're allowed to dance with anyone, but make sure you're going home with me", he winked at her.
"Ookaay, come on lover boy...the bathroom's line usually takes forever". Unknown to neither Tina nor Elliott, Santana threw a meaningful wink to Mike. 'Execute the move, Chang!'. The look didn't leave unnotice by the man. Smirking in confirmation, he suddenly jumped off the stage. Efficiently bringing the climax into his act.
"I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act"
He walked slowly toward unsure Tina. Well,stalked actually. While Mike warning-siren inside Tina's head goes off frantically. Too close, too close ! God, she's feeling really dizzy right now. After their recent break-up, she had done everything in her might to avoid Mike Chang. Blocking his number, blocking his emails, eventually blocking every aspects of him. She even had a box filled with Mike-related-stuff locked and hidden away at her father's cellar. And now here he was, staring at her..no, preying at her like she's some kind of meat.
"Girl, let me make up for all the things you lack
Because you're burning up, I got to get it fast
(Take it to the bridge)"
He saw her sweating as he circled on her in sexiest way he could've mustered. Not like he needed to try too hard, though. And he couldn't be more happier. She's getting excited, even when she put up her coldest facade at the moment. Mike could see that clearly. He knew damn well that his move must've stirred something inside her. It always has been. But he needed a kind of proof. Curiously, he ran his finger across her bare shoulder. Poor Tina couldn't help her involuntary shivering. His touch were always been so silky and would always burn her desire so badly. Mike's eyes flickered alive. He knew it!
"Dirty babe...You see these shackles,
Baby, I'm your slave..."
She wants me. She fucking wants ME !
"I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way"
Tina's head feeling really dizzy by now. This should be the closest proximity she'd ever been to her ex. Ever. The crowds kept on cheering, some even wolf-whistling. They all seemed like supporting Mike into making his move on her. 'Hell no,Tina! You're done with him. Now keep strong', she prep-talked herself inside her head, something she had learned from one of 's sessions to keep her cool. But Mike didn't help at all. Contrary, he chose to run his finger through her black locks with his predatory looks on. Followed by frenzied howl from his sudden-fans, of course.
"(And get your sexy on) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Get your sexy on) Go 'head, be gone with it
(Get your sexy on) Go 'head, be gone with it"
Cielo's regulars went wild. The man before them might not be real Timberlake, but he was awesome on the dance floor. They cheered at the said man. Few closest dude even gave Mike pats on his back for his wicked performance. But he didn't care. For all he knew now he was standing in front of his lost love with goofy grins and knowing look. All of his desire was to collect her into his arm and whispering to her of how sorry he was, how he missed her, and how much he loves her. And he'll be damned If he can't get her back...or at least die trying.