The Chang Household

His smile faltered for about a second, his own self-loathing exploding into a black hole of insecurity, and as very cliched as that sounded, he felt considerably worse. Had he already managed to drive a new friend away by accidentally being unable to suppress his look of inconceivable desire? Be more lame, Mike. He stood up after her, cursing at himself mentally for the Freudian slip he had succumbed to. "Yeah, I understand." He said, an ungraceful smile smeared across his face. "I'll uh, walk you to the door." He murmured politely. The great expanse of emptiness between them made him feel sick.

"Thanks." She said with a smile as he stood up and walked with him back up the stairs and over to the door. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow in Glee Club then." She said smiling at him before turning and opening the door to leave, she took a step to step out but then quickly turned around and pulled him towards her by his shirt, crushing their lips together.

The walk seemed impossibly long, the small amount of the stairs only furthering his thought process of dangerous Hispanic girls. When he reached the door he gave a small smile and waved a goodbye. "Sounds good Chee-" All at once the endearing nickname died in his throat. Any other day he would have blamed it on surprise, the sparks he seemed to feel coursing through his body in the quickest moment, but there was no chance he would write this off as a casual goddamn occurrence. He held her hands in place on his shirt, kissing back with as much urgency as he had withheld roughly two minutes ago. He disregarded the fact that anyone could see them right now, kissing outside his door, because he only cared that he was kissing her.

Santana continued to kiss him for a few moments longer before pulling away and realizing what she had just done. She let go of his shirt and attempted to flatten out the few wrinkles she had put in it from grabbing onto it and holding it in her hands. She smiled at him slightly. "Right. So. I'll see you tomorrow." She said nodding. "Bye." She said giving him a small wave and walking out the door, getting in her car and driving away, a million thoughts going through her mind. Wondering if he would tell Tina, or Puck, or anyone else.

Mike breathed out shakily, watching with a flushed face as she halfheartedly attempted to smoothen out his shirt, when he so desperately wished she would grab it once more and close the lonesome gap between them with her lips. But he just watched dazily as she hopped in her car and sped away. Sudden thoughts flashed like a warning light. He licked his lips, something done by him casually in thought, but he realized his mistake almost immediately, instead he tasted the girl he had just watched walk away. It wasn't at all like he had heard it should be, there was no miraculous burst of cherry or vanilla, it was just Santana. And when he realized he wouldn't change that for the world, he knew he was in trouble.

Continued from here.

Santana sped to Mike's house from Breadstix. She pulled up and parked quickly on the street and looked over to see he had gotten there yet. She wasn't exactly surprised he wasn't there because she had left a few moments before him and she didn't know if he was one to speed or not. She got out of her car and leaned against the door waiting for him, tapping her foot lightly on the pavement for nothing other than something to do.

He would've rushed, he sweared mentally, had he not seen a cop car patrolling the restaurant mercilessly. So instead, he went along at an agonizingly slow pace, nearly smacking his head into the steering wheel in the process. Mike couldn't have sped out of there sooner (really, he couldn't have...), and as he pulled into his driveway, ungracefully settling a bit on the grass. He stared at her blankly as he nearly fell out the car. "Well?" He said, across the quiet yard. He grinned lightly, shuffling away to unlock his front door.

Santana let out a sigh as he finally pulled up. It seemed as though he had taken hours to drive the short drive from Breadstix to his house. She grinned deviously at him and walked quickly over to him at the door, she stepped up close behind him, not close enough so that they were making any physical contact but just close enough for him to know she was there. "You sure did take your time driving over here." She said quietly from behind him as she waited for him to unlock the door, eager to get inside of his house and continue what they were doing at the restaurant.

The resounding clack in his door caused him to grin with complacent finality. "Shut up," he teased, turning around abruptly, to lean down and crash his lips into her's. He stepped backward then, moving through the door and kicking it closed with a careless foot. Mike had never been patient, and he was sure that was obvious, but even as he had rushed into this kiss, his movements were slow and calculating. As cheesy as it sounded, she deserved better than a panting mass of limbs flushed together. Although hopefully, that's where they'd end up.

Santana grinned at him as he told her to shut up, she would shut up quickly if he would just kiss her again already. When he turned around she quickly leaned up as he leaned down, kissing him with more passion than she had in the restaurant. She dropped her keys on a table that was in the entrance area of his house and let her hands run up the front of his chest slowly until she rested them on the back on his neck, pulling herself up towards him more as she deepened the kiss. She had remembered the location of his bedroom from the first time she came here. When she came here planning on just working on a dance. Back when she had no idea that anything like this would happen between them. She slowly started walking forward towards the area of his room, pushing him backwards gently and moving slowly so that she didn't have to take her lips off of his.

He vaguely recognized the direction he was being pushed into, focusing more on the passionate battle of tongues that was occurring so vigorously. Mike's hands drifted down to her waist, dropping his keys lamely, as he focused on lifting her up against his hips, hoping she would take the hint and lock her legs around him. He didn't know where the hell they'd go from there, but it would sure make things easier. He steadied himself against the wall to the staircase. He was almost thankful he and Brittany had at once had so much um... Intercourse. Because he was severely practiced in the manner of not... Arriving too quickly.

[OHHOHO I AM FUNNY. /shot]

[Omg. That last line of your post.... ]

Santana felt him lifting her up slightly so she lifted her legs up off the ground, wrapping them tightly around his waist as she held onto his neck with her arms tightly to keep her from falling, she continued to kiss him passionately, keeping one hand on his neck to keep her from falling and to keep her upper body pressed up against his, and she moved the other hand to rest on the back of his head, running his fingers softly through his relatively short hair. She slowly began to grind her hips against his as much as she could, it wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do right now because of the position she was in but she did manage to do it quite a bit. She moaned softly into his lips as she pressed herself against him more, wanting to have as much physical contact with him that she could have.

Of course. Of course. Santana was the only girl who would dangerously grind her hips into his at the moment. He groaned into the kiss, causing a backlash vibration that felt surprisingly spectacular. His steps faltered, and his legs nearly gave out, but he pushed through the quick stumble, and up the stairs, into his bedroom. Score. Could he say score? Whatever. Mike turned quickly, balancing himself on one leg as he kicked the door shut, before turning swiftly and falling back on his bed, ultimately breaking the kiss as his head smacked into his laptop. He laughed lightly (through the numbing pain) and kept his grip on her thighs. "Hey," he breathed.

[GLAD YOU LIKED IT. xDD]

Santana was glad to finally be on his bed, hoping to get what she really wanted right now as soon as possible. When she heard his head smack on his laptop she gasped slightly and looked down at him. When he laughed she figured he must be okay and not dying because nobody really laughed if they were dying. She grabbed his laptop and set it on the nightstand next to his bed and smiled at him before she crushed her lips back against his lips after he said hey. She sure hoped he didn't say that because he wanted to talk because she was not in the mood to talk. She was in the mood to get it on right now. She let one of her hands to slide down the front of his body, stopping when they reached the top of his pants. She quickly undid the button and slid down the button with ease. It was a task that was almost too easy for her to do with only one hand.

He grinned into the kiss, as his tongue ultimately lost a battle for dominance. Her impatient manner hardly went unnoticed, but as his pants were suddenly sliding down, he nearly flipped. Santana had done that with one hand. One hand that showed the hormonal fluidity Mike contained in his whole body. But for once, that wasn't a good thing. It showed how much practice she had, and he wasn't one to call names, as that wasn't even the problem, just the fact that she practiced mainly with Puck, and before he knew it, he was off of her in an instant, pants around his ankles. He stammered awkwardly, running his hands down his face. He was with Tina, he remembered distantly, and it nearly disgusted him to remember that as he was making out with Santana. Crap

Mike pulled his pants up, buttoning them quickly, and staring at her, despite the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. Wait... Oh. Oh. He shifted his weight from one to the other, and inched out the door. "I have to go pick up a cat," he lied lamely. And from then, he fled to his car and drove around aimlessly, forgetting he was leaving a girl in HIS house.

[MIKE IS HIS OWN COCKBLOCK. /censorshipwhatisthat]

Santana was suddenly extremely confused as he got off the bed. She was in complete shock when she heard his words. Did he seriously just say no to her. He did. And now he was leaving. She glared at him as he walked off. She was extremely angry. There was one thing he made her need and want and he wasn't even going to give it to her. She huffed and sat on his bed for a moment. She needed something tonight, right now and she was going to get it. She got up off his bed and stormed out, knocking a lamp over as she stormed out in a rage and got in her car and sped off.

[SANTANA WTH THAT'S MY FAVORITE LAMP.]

[I AM SORRY I WAS IN A RAGE. xD]

[WAS IT THE MADDEST YOU'VE EVER BEEN?]

[YES, ACTUALLY.]

[Oh my God I love this place. xDD]

Brittany left her house in a rush. She was in a hurry to see Mike. She sped all the over to his house and was lucky she didn't get pulled over. She pulled up in front of his house and then practically ran to his door. She forgot to knock, but she stood there impatiently waiting for him to answer the door.

In all honesty, he never would've answered the door, had he not heard the telltale sound of a car in his driveway. But after a while, when no knock came (and he had finished making his peanut butter & jelly sandwich), he opened the door to see an impatient Brittany. Mike's eyebrows furrowed confusedly as he stared at her. "Britt, why didn't you just knock?" He muttered, scratching at his head with the hand that wasn't clutching his food. His current attire consisted of a pair of loose pajama pants, and no shirt. He would've put something on, but he had no idea the girl would be arriving so quickly.

Her eyes immediately focused on his abs, which she spoke to. "Oh. I thought I did. My bad. Can I come in?" She was still staring directly at his perfect abs, not caring that she was ogling. "You wanted me to come over right?"

"Um, yeah..." He said cautiously, waving a hand near his stomach to bring her attention back up to his face. Childish naïvety kept him from understanding what she was really staring at, and he instead took a bite of his sandwich, speaking through the food ungracefully. "But you're the one who wanted to hang out." He cooed dumbly. He moved to the side, gesturing for her to come in.