E - Equality - Mike
Perfect love cannot be without equality.
She was grinning from ear to ear, her dark eyes shining.
"What's up, doll?" I asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Tonight. My place." She linked her fingers in mine and swung our hands lightly. "My parents are gone out of town, so we have the whole place to ourselves."
I raised my eyebrows. We hadn't been dating very long, about six weeks, so this was something new. Very new. She blushed a deep red. "I mean…yeah, we have the place to ourselves…but I'm not planning a…you know…unless you want to. Uh…I could…like…"
"Tina, don't worry. I was just teasing you." I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "Remember, I care about you too much to push you into doing anything you're not ready to do."
Her face relaxed and she looked up at me. "Thanks Mike. I was thinking dinner and a movie?"
"That sounds great."
She grinned as we walked up to the rest of the glee club and she separated to head off to her US history class. Mercedes walked with me to our English Lit, giving me a sideways glance.
"What up lover boy?"
"Nothing." I shrugged and held the door open for her. "Everything is great."
I ran the doorbell and waited on the porch of the Cohen-Chang's. Somehow, it felt way less scary knowing that Tina's dad wasn't home. There's a reason why Tina is so quiet, I mean, besides the fact that her voice isn't very loud. Her dad, yeah, he's kind of scary. Not just in the whole 'I'm the dad and you're dating my only daughter' scary, but more in a 'holy shit you're mean' kind of scary.
Tina came to the door, wiping her hands on a black apron. "Hi."
We smiled at each other for a few seconds before she opened the door wider. "Come on in." She gave me a soft smile and the wonderful scent of food filled the room.
"Wow, whatever you're making smells wonderful."
She smiled. "It's just lasagne, garlic bread, and salad. And I got sparkling cider."
"Tina, you didn't have to. When you said dinner and a movie, I thought pizza and blockbuster." I squeeze her hand. "Seriously, you didn't have to go to all of this trouble."
"Sure I did." She smiled back and led me to the table that was set with a white table cloth. "That's just what girlfriends do for their boyfriends."
I raised an eyebrow as she bustled about the kitchen, pulling out the bottle of sparkling cider and pouring it.
"Tina, let me grab something."
She shook her head. "No, sit."
I lowered myself on the chair and watched as she flitted around the kitchen gathering the rest of the food and placing it on the table.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" I watched as she pulled out the lasagna and brought it to the table, quickly followed by the salad and the garlic bread.
"I've got it, just sit down and help yourself." She pulled up a chair and watched me with smiling eyes as I piled my plate full. "Aren't you going to have any?"
"I will, I will, just see how it is."
I kept one eye trained on her as I took a bite. "It's awesome." I smiled at her and she visibly relaxed. "You know that I would've been happy with some KD."
"No you wouldn't have." She frowned. "I mean, it's what girlfriends and wives do. They cook…"
"Wait wait wait." I put my fork down. "Are you saying that you did this for me so that…I'd stay your boyfriend?"
She shrugged. "Well with Artie…"
I watched and listened as she retold the stories. I know that Artie is in a wheelchair so things don't come as easy for him as they do for me, but I was starting to get pissed. Really pissed.
"You shouldn't have to do ANYTHING you don't want to do…and that includes cooking." I grabbed her hand from across the table and stared at her. "Tina, how long have we been dating?"
She grinned, her beautiful dimple showing in her cheek. "Six weeks."
"Have I ever made you do anything to make you think this way? That I wouldn't care for you if you didn't wait on me hand and foot?"
"Nothing, it's just that it's what's expected of a girlfriend…and a wife."
I sighed. "Not with me, Tee. Our relationship is going to be built on equality…which means, I do the dishes."
A smile crossed her face and we finished her wonderful meal in a comfortable silence. I carried the dishes to the kitchen and she pulled herself up onto the counter, watching me with an amused smile.
"Yes Miss Cohen-Chang. Does something amuse you?"
Slowly she dipped her hands into the warm water, pulling out a handful of bubbles.
"You wouldn't dare."
The words were barely out of my mouth before I was met with a pile of bubbles.
"Oh, this means WAR!" I said, clearing a spot to see through in the suds.
The dishes were forgotten and more soap was added to the running water. Soon, even that took too long and we resorted to just splashing and throwing anything that was soft enough to get thrown.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Tina yelled as I held a pile full of bubbles over her head.
"Oh, so START the war, but you surrender when you start losing." I replied, pulling her into my arms and simultaneously dumping bubbles on her head.
"Mike!" She squealed as the bubbles hit her and she tried to squirm free, but I held onto her tight. The more we hung out the more I never wanted to let her leave my arms. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.
She stared up at me through a veil of bubbles. I wanted to kiss her and in any other circumstance I would have…but my sense of humour got in the way. I started to laugh…not just giggle, but full out hysterics. Her dark eyes blinked a few times before she started to giggle. We stood there, soaked and covered in bubbles laughing.
"Come to my place…for brunch tomorrow." I gasped through laughter. "I'll cook."
Nodding, she smiled up at me. "Okay."
"After we finish the dishes." I whispered, gripping her tight.
"The kitchen." She clarified taking a look around.
"The kitchen." I placed a soft kiss on her lips that tasted like dish soap. "Together."