|Love Like This
Author: I'veGottaGay PM
For all you Brittany/Mike shippers out there! Rated T for now, maybe M later... AURated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Brittany P. & Mike C. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 14,671 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 02-01-12 - Published: 01-04-12 - id: 7711043
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A/N: So, every chapter this story will be told from a different perspective.
"Hey," Mike said to Brittany as they walked out of the choir room. "Do you want to come to my house later?" Brittany tilted her head at him and Mike started stumbling over his words. "You know, to practice… our dance… for this weeks assignment…" his voice trailed off and he stared down at his feet gloomily.
"Sure!" Brittany responded brightly, not noticing his babbling. Then Santana called her name and she fell in step with her best friend, walking away from Mike.
"What was that about?" Santana asked Brittany as they headed towards the parking lot.
"Oh, Mike wants to practice our dance after school today!" Brittany responded. Santana nodded slowly.
"Okay but I think that boy wants it, Britt." Brittany tilted her head to the side like a puppy dog.
"Wants what?" she asked, puzzled. Santana sighed.
"You, Brittany." Brittany's expression changed from confusion to understanding, then back to confusion
"Why do you think that?" Santana shrugged.
"I can tell by the way he looks at you."
Their conversation was cut off by Mike pulling his car up in front of them. It was an expensive, shiny, silver car that caught Brittany's attention immediately. Her blue eyes were wide as she took a step towards his car. Santana caught her arm and looked her meaningfully in the eyes. Then she let Britt go.
Brittany's bubbly smile reappeared on her face as she opened the passenger seat door in Mike's car. She looked around at the fancy interior and then turned her big blue eyes onto Mike. Mike felt himself turn pink.
"So what song are we doing?"
After three full hours of choreographing and dancing, they took a break to eat dinner, ordering a quick pizza from the nearest pizza place. After that, they practiced for another two or three hours.
When Brittany collapsed on his couch, exhausted, it was already 10:00. Mike grinned and watched her eyes shut slowly. He was pulled back in time to when they were little, attending Lima Heights Elementary School.
"Santana!" Quinn's shrill voice shrieked across the playground. Santana scurried over to her friend. She wore jeans and a sweater, since it was winter. Quinn's dark blue dress and white sweater were being blown by the wind. The look on her face was urgent and intense. Mike watched as she whispered into Santana's ear.
Santana and Quinn were two girls Mike would never understand. They were really popular, but so exclusive. They only had one other close friend. Her name was Brittany Pierce and she completed their trio. She was different from Santana and Quinn, though. She wasn't cold or distant like her best friends. Quite the opposite, actually. She was bubbly and happy and smiley all the time. She fascinated Mike.
"Hey Mike," Matt said from behind him, snapping him out of his reverie and making him jump a little bit. "You're doing it again." Mike spun around to look at his best friend.
"Doing what?" he questioned. Matt sighed dramatically like a typical seven year-old.
"You're staring! You don't have a… a crush on Brittany, do you?" Mike shrugged.
"Maybe. I think she's special," Mike stated. Matt goggled at his friend.
"Whatever you say," Mike responded, but he still shook his head. He looked back at Brittany, standing with Quinn and Santana now. She was smiling enthusiastically and nodding, her blonde ponytail bouncing up and down. Quinn was laughing and Santana shook her head with a grin on her face.
"No, I promise you. Clouds are made of cotton candy!" Mike heard Brittany saying to her friends. Matt raised his eyebrows.
"You never know," Mike heard himself say, coming to Brittany's defense, even though he knew full well that clouds weren't cotton candy. Mike gave up on his friend, leaving Mike to stare, moony-eyed, back at Brittany again.
Snapping out of his recollections, Mike realized how late it was. It was time to get Brittany back to her house. He stepped quietly over to the couch where she was lying and picked her up gently, bridal-style. Her eyelids fluttered open and her blue eyes, hooded with sleep, took in Mike's face next to hers.
"Mike," she mumbled drowsily. "I can walk." He chucked at her since she clearly couldn't and shook his head.
"Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure?" Britt protested faintly. He nodded at her and gave her a small squeeze.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Go back to sleep." And with that, she wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling up into his chest, and fell back asleep. Mike couldn't help but smile down at her.
He carried her out to his car, then laid her down gently in the backseat. After closing the door quietly, he got in the front seat and started the car. Then he drove to Brittany's house, keeping an eye on her in the rearview mirror and grinning like a fool the whole time.
When they arrived at her house, he picked her up the same way he did before and shut the door with his butt. His eyes crinkled when he looked down at Brittany. She looked so small and adorable. Her blonde hair was down and framing her face in golden waves. Still asleep, Brittany nuzzled his cheek gently with her nose, causing his cheeks to flush bright pink.
Mike stepped onto Brittany's porch and was contemplating how he would ring the doorbell with Brittany in his arms when the door flew open. In the doorway stood a tall man with graying, dark brown hair and intense brown eyes. His eyebrows set in a scowl when he saw Brittany in Mike's arms.
"Who are you?" he questioned Mike gruffly.
"Mike Chang, sir," Mike responded automatically. "You must be Mr. Pierce," Mike continued. Mr. Pierce nodded.
"What were you doing with my little girl?"
"We were at my house rehearsing our dance for glee club." When he said this, Mike gazed down fondly at Brittany who had her face buried in his chest now. This was not lost on Mr. Pierce. He narrowed his eyes at Mike.
"You didn't try anything with her, did you?" Mike shook his head vigorously.
"No, of course not, sir."
"You didn't take advantage of her?" Another head shake.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir." Mr. Pierce paused in his interrogation for a moment, and Mike thought he was off the hook. He let out the breath he didn't realize that he had been holding in. Then he carefully repositioned Brittany in his arms, so as not to wake her. Mr. Pierce watched all this with wary eyes. Then he said, as a final question,
"You have feelings for my daughter?" It was actually less of a question and more of a statement but Mike felt obligated to answer it anyways.
"Well, n-" He stopped short. Looking back down at the beautiful, peppy, bubbly blonde he held, he nodded slowly, realizing it for the first time himself. "Yes sir, I do." Mike looked up at Mr. Pierce, expecting a glare, but instead was rewarded an approving nod. It was small, and it didn't promise that the road ahead would be interference-free, but it was a start. Mike gave Mr. Pierce a grateful smile.
"You may take her up to her room and lay her down on her bed. First door, upstairs, on the right. Take off your shoes first." It was a gruff command, but it showed that he trusted Mike. A little.
Mike stepped into the Pierce residence and headed up the stairs. He walked slowly, not wanting to jostle Britt too much. Then he entered her room and couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Her room was painted completely pink. There were posters of unicorns and dolphins posted up on the walls. Britt's cheerios outfit was sitting on a chair in her room and Mike couldn't keep his mind from conjuring up an image of Brittany looking cute and flirty in her ridiculously revealing uniform.
Mike laid Brittany down on her bed as gently as he could, but her eyes still opened drowsily. A smile flitted across her lips and she kissed Mike's cheek gently. Mike felt his face flush a deep red, but he just smiled back at Brittany. Then he pulled away from her and walked out of her room.