Easily my favorite chapter so far. Mike and Blaine stay over at the Hummel residence for lasagna and Singing in the Rain.
Chapter 3 {A Dinner for the Dapper}
Mike's thumbs were already sore as he licked his lips and stared at the TV in front of him.
"Covenant on your left Finn." His brown eyes flicked across the screen.
"No! DAMMIT! They got me Chang, find a safe zone quick so I can respawn." Finn sat up on the couch and grabbed at another drumstick.
"This happens a lot." Mike chuckled and hit Finn on the arm. "It's because you aren't Asian."
Before Finn could counter attack the front door flew open and Kurt backed in with his hands full of groceries. Mike paused the game and stood up.
"You guys need help?"
Kurt looked up from the wall of shopping bag in his face. His face was pink from the cold.
"Uh…yes please. Blaine is outside. Finn help me with these." Finn went to Kurt's aid as Mike walked passed them and grabbed his coat.. "I don't know how you guys lived. I never want to come home to a barren fridge again."
Mike slipped on his shoes and ran out to help Blaine. As he walked out into the cold Mike felt his heart beating in slight anticipation. Why am I getting so worked up, I just saw him an hour ago. The silence of the snowy streets made the atmosphere echoing and intense. Mike's feet crunched as he stepped closer to the car giving away his presence.
"Kurt?" Blaine pulled his head out the trunk, his arms also full of groceries.
"Nope, Asian. Let me help you." Mike picked up some of the bags from Blaine's hands. Blaine's face was red like Kurts. Mike couldn't help the slow smile that came to his face. Blaine face was rosy and his curls were out of control and his eyes were glistening. The empty and quite atmosphere of fresh snow and the blanket of clouds in the sky made the moment when their eyes connected longer than was socially acceptable.
A car honked in the distance and Mike blinked and looked away.
"Uh…thank you token Asian." Blaine chuckled.
"It is an honor to help someone as Dapper as you. Is this all?"
"Yeah, it should be."
Mike pushed the trunk closed with his foot and followed Blaine up the walk. As they reached closer to the door they heard raised voices.
"They are arguing again. What has gotten into them?" Blaine asked exasperated.
Mike knew what the problem was but he would never mention it. It all started when Mike and Finn first started enjoying each other's company. Whenever they would take a break from video games they would talk, mostly about unimportant things like football and the importance of thumbs and grilled cheese sandwiches. But every once and a while Mike would find himself playing Asian therapist.
To Mike, nothing was clearer than the fact that Finn had missed Kurt a lot more than he let on.
"I don't know why I was so horrible with Rachel. I should just forgive her and go back to being a part of the Glee power couple. But…I dunno dude. I'm just not into her anymore. Ever since…nevermind. I think if Puck and Rachel making out didn't happen I still would have broken up with her."
"You know I haven't heard from Kurt. I think he thinks I am mad at him. I should probably call him. Nah…if anyone is calling anyone it will be him calling me. After all he is the one who left. What am I talking about dude?"
"I wonder if they have chicken at Dalton. Does Kurt even like chicken? I bet he does. I bet he likes chicken."
"Do you think know that Karofsky has moved that Kurt will come back?"
Mike didn't mention his theory to Finn for fear that Finn would flat out reject it and then get in a rage about it. Then Mike wouldn't have somewhere to go when Tina was too busy for him, which seemed like all the time these days.
"We should stop them." Mike moved his empty hand towards the door. Blaine grabbed it and shook his head. Electricity shot through his body at Blaine's touch. Oh god, stop it Mike! Stop it!
"Let's wait until they settle it." Blaine moved his hand away as though he felt the shock as well.
"What about the food?"
"Kurt took in all the food that belongs in the fridge. He prioritized all the bags," Blaine rolled his eyes but smiled.
"Okay…" Mike turned around and sat down on the steps he was quickly followed by Blaine. Mike could feel the heat from Blaine's body inches away from him. His jeans were grazing against Blaine's slacks. Mike swallowed and closed his eyes. I wow…I hardly know him. This is too weird.
"So," Mike's voice cracked. "When did you start reading Harry Potter?"
They had a decent (albeit fanboyish)conversation about the book series for the short while before Kurt and Finn realized that they were outside for longer than necessary.
"What are you two doing out here?" Finn said peering out the door, his face set in a frown. "It's freezing out."
"Hardly noticed," Blaine grinned and got to his feet.
"We were waiting until things died down in there," Mike raised his eyebrow pointedly.
Finn flushed and opened the door all the way. Mike could see Kurt's back in the kitchen he was leaning on the table wiping his eyes.
"Let me take the groceries in the kitchen." Blaine whispered and pulled the bags away from him and winked. Why? What is it with you and winking?
Mike returned to the couch next to Finn.
"Let's kill some Aliens." Finn growled. Mike rolled his eyes and picked up his remote.
They played for a few minutes until Finn's character died and he nearly threw his remote at the television.
Mike paused the game and stood up. "Apple juice is calling me. I'll leave you here to…cool down." Mike flashed an empathetic smile and jumped over the coach. He walked into the kitchen only to back out silently again. Blaine has his arms wrapped around Kurt in a deep and overpowering kiss. Mike peered around the corner to see Kurt returning the kiss hungrily, his hands running through Blaine's thick curls. Mike eyes were fixated on the black locks of hair and couldn't help but swallow back a gasp. Why am I so aroused by this? God, shut up Mike. Just turn around and go back to killing aliens!
Mike shook his head and let out a silent laugh as he returned to Finn's side.
"It wasn't apple juice calling me like I thought. I am disappointed that it wasn't apple juice calling. I think it was a wrong number."
Finn chuckled. "Your sense of humor…"
"You are just jealous of my Asian awesomeness."
An hour later the smell of Lasagna was wafting through the house and Finn's chacarater had died twenty times.
"You are really out of it today." Mike patted Finn on the back and tossed his remote aside. "We've played enough for today."
"Dinner is ready." Kurt's voice called from the kitchen. Mike threw his controller to the side and rolled off the couch.
"It's kind of awkward having a sit down dinner with three other dudes," Finn said warily as he stood up and followed Mike.
"Finn, one of those dudes is an Asian. How can that possibly be awkward?" Mike laughed and walked into the kitchen. Kurt and Blaine were sitting down next to each other. If they were sitting any closer Kurt would be sitting on Blaine's lap.
"Is this some kind of double date or…"
"Shut up Chang!" Kurt and Finn said together. Mike caught Blaine's eye and laughed.
"It's just a joke! Although I do feel like Finn is becoming my girlfriend," Mike dodged Finn's swing at him and plopped down in his chair, laughing. "Now hon, don't abuse your Asian sex lord."
"You have too much fun with that Chang," Finn said picking up his fork and digging it into his lasagna.
"It's my Asian humor acting up again," Mike grinned and shoved a large amount of pasta in his mouth. "This is good."
"I say, it is the most delicious formation of pasta and sauce I have ever inhaled," Blaine smirked at Mike and he could help but choke back a laugh.
"My thoughts are as such," Mike said in his most dapper voice. "If this confection of deliciousness was prepared by one of Asian ethnicity it would have been better beyond any doubt."
Blaine snorted into his drink.
"What is this tomfoolery? I say chap there must be magic afoot if such things are being said at the dinner table."
"No magic good sir, just common sense." Mike raised his glass of apple juice towards Blaine and then took a sip, watching for Blaine's reaction over the brim of the cup.
"I'm surrounded by dorks," Kurt shook his head and looked down to hide his amused smile.
"I think Mr. Hummel is having second thoughts about courting me," Blaine said in fake earnest.
"Only if you continue to sound like that," Kurt glared over at his boyfriend. Blaine placed a hand on his chest in mock offense.
"I am quite astonished my darling. Is it really the forming of words that phases your young heart?"
"He plays in jest surely!" Mike called out, thrusting his fork into the air. "For a young lovers heart cannot be so fickle!"
"Why do I feel like I am in an old timey movie?" Finn said looking slightly worried but mostly confused.
"Do not worry Mr. Hudson my good fellow, these affairs do not concern you," Mike sent a wink to Finn and took another bite.
"I shall continue with this way of speech for the next half hour. If it displeases any of my party I shall quit the table immediately and consult a looking glass!" Blaine cleared his throat and began cutting into his pasta daintily with a fork and knife.
When dinner was over and Mike's tongue felt raw with flowery words and dapper sentences the group settled into the living room once again to watch Singing in the Rain.
It ended up with Blaine and Kurt cuddling together on the couch, Mike sitting in front of the couch with a pillow under his head and Finn in Burt's recliner chair.
As the credits came up on the screen Mike sat up and pressed a hand to his aching neck.
"I'm going to need to see an Asian chiropractor." He yawned and stood up. When he looked around he saw that Kurt was cuddled asleep in Blaine's arms while Blaine himself was yawning and looking up at Mike.
"I should probably get going," he said weakly. "I don't want to wake Kurt up though."
"I can give you a ride if you like." Mike picked up his jacket and half empty bucket of redvines. He glanced over at Finn who was nearly falling off Burt's recliner in sleep.
"Sure." Blaine wiggled out of Kurt's arms, gave him a kiss on a cheek. Kurt moaned and turned over snuggling up against the couch. "So cute."
Mike smiled at the pair as he shrugged on his jacket 'so cute' is right. Why can't I go back to having a relationship like that?
Light snowflakes were decorating the air.
"Beautiful out isn't it?" Blaine's voice echoed in the empty streets. The thick clouds above them turned the streets into tunnels of empty sound.
"Beautiful but creepy, I expect dementors to show up." Mike nodded
Blaine chuckled and peered down the street. "Well it does look like a fog is starting but I don't feel like all hope is lost." He smiled up at Mike. "In fact I feel just the opposite"
Mike smiled but didn't respond. He led Blaine to his car and opened the passenger side door for him.
"Oh…uh thank you." Blaine smiled warmly and slid onto the passenger seat.
"Sorry, it's an old habit. When even I do it for Finn he laughs at me until I end up punching him." Mike blushed and walked around to the other side of the car.
"Alright tell me where you live. Oh and I should warn you that I am a crazy driver. Just like my Asian stereotype." Mike smiled over at Blaine but quickly frowned. He probably thinks I am a huge dork.
Blaine chuckled and shook his head as he pulled at his seatbelt.
"I don't know why Kurt never told me about you. You're so awesome."
Mike opened his mouth in shock.
"Well thank you. I'm not surprised at all. I have a tendency to keep my mouth shut if you haven't noticed," Mike turned on the heater and glanced over at Blaine. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. "That shouldn't be too much of a shock to you. When you first met me I was standing on the sidelines watching the others converse to their hearts content. But it's kind of nice sometimes," Mike smiled. "People don't expect that much from you so you can make a mistake and no one will notice."
"I couldn't help but notice the cons of your personality. Nobody seems to listen to you. Sorry, that was blunt and rude." Blaine turned and looked out the window.
"No, it's fine. It's the truth," Mike nodded. "But that's okay. Some people listen to me. Finn listens to me."
"Are things between you-"
"No, I'm not gay." Mike swallowed and fixed his eyes on the road.
"But HE is?" Blaine raised his dark eyebrows and smiled, amused.
"No" yes. It's completely obvious. "Though sexuality isn't something that we really discuss."
"Oh I see. So you don't know?"
Mike bit his lip and shook his head.
"Well he dated Quinn and Rachel and he had sex with Santana but…"
"But what?"
"Nothing, nothing important," Mike's mind strained to think of a different subject. "So…on the subject of Snape…"