Asian Kiss: Because of You, I Laugh, I Smile
Title: Because of You, I Laugh, I Smile
Pairings: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: G
Summary: Mike had proposed on a whim, and Tina had accepted on a whim, so he figures this is the most logical next step.
I woke up this morning and just felt so inspired to write. The title is taken from a beautiful set of non-traditional vows.
So Mike had never thought a whole ton about his wedding aside from all the stuff that would be out of his and Tina’s control. And he thinks that it’s probably better this way because right now he has no expectations. There’s been no lead up, no months of planning and arguing and making concessions and trying to keep peace between Tina and their mothers. Mike’s wearing chucks with his suit because he couldn’t find his dress shoes when they left this morning and he thinks it’s both bad ass and awesome that he had the freedom to make that choice. They had the freedom to make that choice; Tina had just shrugged and said that she liked his chucks better anyways. Stuff like that is why he’s totally marrying her today.
He keeps repeating it in his head, and Mike’s not sure if it’s to accept that they’re actually doing this or because he’s so stoked to do it. Probably both, really. And maybe some things aren’t going to be perfect, like he does wish his brother and Matt could be here and Tina probably wanted Mercedes to be her Maid of Honor, so okay, maybe they are making concessions, but they’re the kind of concessions they’re willingly making. It’s the willingly part that Mike’s kind of hooked on today. Other than the marrying Tina part. Honestly, as long as he marries Tina the rest is basically moot in Mike’s mind.
Fifteen minutes. Mike’s fairly certain he’s going to loose his mind standing in the Superior Court lobby, waiting for the room, the room he’s getting married in, to be free. He knows they got lucky, seeing as these things are usually scheduled weeks in advance, but there was an opening and things are actually falling into place for once. Part of him is waiting for the other shoe to drop because this shouldn’t be so easy; they should have had to fight to find a justice, or driven to a different state, and Mike was prepared to do so if required. They’re both already skipping classes today so why shouldn’t they drive to New York State or New Jersey if they couldn’t get married in DC? Pennsylvania would be an option too, and they’re all floating in the back of his mind in case something does come up and they need to go to plan B. Because they’re getting married today one way or another.
It’s honestly just really chill, though. Well, he doesn’t feel very chill because getting married totally requires a certain level of butterflies, and Mike thinks he might puke butterflies if he opens his mouth, but that’s fine. He’s getting married. Everything else is chill, though, especially Tina who had seemed more than content to take her time going off and getting changed, leaving Mike hanging out in the lobby by himself. Even if they aren’t doing everything traditional, or anything traditional, actually, she had refused to wear her ‘wedding dress’ over from the apartment. And frig, Tina’s going to be wearing a wedding dress.
There’s a commotion near the main entrance and for a second Mike wonders if his and Tina’s parents have miraculously caught word of what they’re about to do and have flown all the way to DC to stop them. He wouldn’t be surprised if they did, actually. His mother is terrifying like that. And Tina’s Mom is about as far from traditional as they come, but Mike figures she’d throw a fit too seeing as you only get one wedding when you only have one kid. Her Dad’s the traditional one; maybe Mr. Cohen-Chang had come out to stop this whole thing with his Mom and if that’s the case his life is in serious jeopardy. But there’s two oddly familiar faces walking towards him across the lobby, the first adjusting his scarf as he digs around in the large bag he’s carrying.
“Kurt?”
“If I got a speeding ticket on my way here you’re paying for it. Now, pivot.”
“Uh, what?”
“Pivot! Turn! Let me see you!”
Kurt’s waving his finger around and Mike slowly obliges, pivoting on one foot several times until Kurt makes a noise of what Mike hopes is satisfaction. He really, really hopes it’s satisfaction because he’s a bit afraid of what Kurt would do to him otherwise. He’s always been a bit afraid of Kurt, actually. A bit in awe, especially since he taught the football team the Single Ladies dance back at McKinley, but afraid kind of goes hand in hand with it. Tina claims he’s far more bark than bite but that’s never exactly comforted Mike.
“Acceptable. Now, I could have done better if I had been given any notice, not that I'm all that surprised with you two doing this, but you coordinate well enough on your own. The purple is nice. Now, where’s Tina?”
“Uh, second floor bathroom? She had to change…”
“I’m off. Blaine, don’t let him move. I’ll return with the bride.”
Kurt’s fancy leather shoes clack against the marble tile as he heads towards the staircase, muttering something about schedules and flowers, looking a lot like a man possessed. Mike turns to Blaine who’s got his hands in his jacket pockets, thankfully not a Warblers one because the guy was scarily attached to that jacket for the longest time, watching Kurt’s exit with an air of exhaustion. It’s not that Mike’s not happy to see Kurt and Blaine, because he really does like both of them, and with Quinn and Puck in Newark they’re basically the remaining Glee club kids that see each other often, but as far as Mike knew this was a purely ‘Tina-and-him’ event. Especially considering it’s been less than 24 hours since they decided to do this.
“You look green, Mike.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks slowly, not really caring that it sounds sort of rude.
“Oh,” Blaine pauses, “Tina didn’t tell you she called Kurt?”
“No….”
“Well, she called Kurt. Who made me stop at six flower stores between New York and here to get the perfect flowers for your wedding. Which, by the way, is kind of sudden. Did you knock her up?”
Okay, so maybe Mike’s not so sure he likes Blaine anymore as he begins to pin a purple boutonniere on his suit lapel. It’s beginning to be a bit much for him to handle. Unexpected proposal, fine. Deciding to get married the next day, doable. Kurt and Blaine showing up and talking about flowers and pregnancy, not so okay. Especially because Blaine totally stabs him with the pin; why the hell does he even need a flower?
“She’s not pregnant.”
“Mmm, and I thought you just didn’t want her father to kill you when they found out.”
“Because he’s not going to kill me when he finds out we eloped?”
“Touché. Now, Kurt better hurry up or there’ll be a wedding without a bride.”
As freaked out as he is at the moment, and yeah, Mike’s really freaking out with Kurt and Blaine’s arrival and talk of pregnancy, even though he can’t really show it seeing as this whole insane thing was his idea at the start, hearing Blaine say bride makes him relax just a little bit. Because Tina’s his bride today. She’s not his girlfriend, and he guesses she’s sort of his fiancée, but really she’s his bride. When Mike goes to sleep tonight she’s going to be his wife. He’s going to be married and be a husband and Tina’s going to be his freaking wife. It’s kind of totally awesome in a terrifying way. He joined Glee at sixteen and Tina was the stuttering goth and he was just another jock and they’re getting married. It kind of boggles the mind.
The ring box that was in his pocket is now in his hand, Mike turning the small black velvet box over and over. He hadn’t intended on proposing anytime soon, obviously from the way last night went down, but Mike’s thankful all the same he had bought Tina an engagement ring almost a year ago; it had been sort of on a whim too, the story of his life it seemed, after seeing it at an antique store and it was just one of those things he couldn't walk away from. He thought it would be perfect for her. Or it was supposed to be the perfect engagement ring; it’s going to be Tina’s wedding ring in a few minutes. Mike knows she doesn’t know he even has a ring-she’s incredible because she’s willing to marry him without a ring-but he’s glad he has something to give her; something she can wear and know that he’s hers for as long as she’ll have him.
There’s a surprising amount of people wandering around the Court building, and Mike’s trying to keep his thoughts focused on them instead of wondering how much longer Tina and Kurt are going to be. Blaine’s sitting over on one of the benches scrolling through his phone and Mike’s thankful; he’s not really in any shape to be making conversation, even if he does appreciate that they’re going to have someone here for them. Mercedes is totally going to blow a gasket Kurt got to be here. At this point Mike just really wants to go inside and do this. It’s insane and what they’re doing is crazy, and it’s only right now that Mike’s fully realizing what they’re planning on doing and who they’re planning on doing this without. There’s going to be so much hell to pay for this from everyone, and even though he knows he wants to do this with her, it would never be with anyone else, there’s no going back from this. They’re going to be married but he’s not willing to put this off; not now, when they’re so close and all he wants to do say I do.
“Second thoughts?”
He hadn’t even heard her come down the stairs or sneak up beside him, and Mike is somewhat surprised that Kurt didn’t make any grand announcement of her arrival. It would have been a very Kurt thing to do, but they are supposed to be keeping a low-profile. She’s gorgeous, though. Mike’s always found her gorgeous, and even without Kurt’s expertise she would have been the most beautiful woman he’s even laid eyes on, but with a giant purple lily tucked into the mass of black hair that’s been pinned up, she looks beyond stunning. He can’t help but wonder if Kurt went with the purple lily because it’s the same flower he brought Tina for prom; Kurt had always been good with the little details. She looks like the Tina he fell in love with, but there’s something about today that makes her glow, cheeks pink and lips red and long lashes batting up at him questioningly. She’s clutching a small bouquet of purple and white lilies in her hand, and Mike takes a step back to admire the way the cream Victorian-style dress hugs her body.
Tina’s waist is cinched in by one of those mini-corset things that she adds on top of most of her dresses, and the black adds a particularly gothic flair that Mike knows he’s going to identify as uniquely Tina for the rest of his life. It cuts a little lower than most of her other dresses and maybe a bit much for a traditional wedding dress, but without the high collar Mike reaches up to finger the antique choker he bought her years ago; maybe it’s her something old? The dress only hits her knees, showing off a pair of modest but sexy as hell heels, although he’s obviously biased, but it’s exactly what he would have pictured Tina wanting to wear. Everything is so perfectly her from the lace, to the splashes of colour, to the simple silver chains that dangle off her wrists. He’s in complete awe this woman actually wants to marry him of all people.
“Is it okay?”
“Okay? You’re stunning, Tee. You look perfect.”
“Kurt… Kurt did a good job.”
“Kurt has nothing to do with why I think you’re perfect.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to sweet-talk me into marrying you,” Tina teases, head cocked slightly to the side.
“And if I am?”
“I couldn’t think of a better-looking guy to marry.”
“Then do you want to do this?” he asks, fingering the petals of her bouquet gingerly.
“You sound like you’re having doubts….”
“No. Just making sure you’re not. Once we do this….”
“I want this, Mike,” Tina threads her fingers through his, “I want to marry you. I want to call you my husband. I want to protect my father from killing you when he finds out. I want to have dance parties in our living room until we’re old and can’t dance anymore.”
“I want that too.”
He laughs, because there’s nothing else really to do. Tina’s looking at him like he’s the only thing she sees, and Mike wonders, not for the first time in his life and certainly not for the last, what he ever did to be in this position. Where his high school girlfriend, the first woman he ever truly loved, is going to be his wife in a matter of minutes.
“Thank you for picking me,” he mumbles a long moment after the laughter has died.
“Like there’s anyone else-”
“You could have anyone, Tee. We’re-”
“Don’t you dare make me cry, Mike Chang. Not before we even get to our vows.”
She’s staring at him unblinkingly, lashes already dampening with tears because Tina’s Tina and honestly, Mike feels better knowing she’s still overly emotional and he’s still a bit awkward with words. Tina’s hands are on her hips, patented look on her face, and it’s all so normal that Mike bends down, softly pressing his lips to hers despite the very real possibility of smudging her lipstick and facing Kurt’s wrath.
“None of that!” shrieks across the lobby, drawing a lot of attention, “No kissing the bride before the wedding!”
Kurt’s predictable sometimes, but Tina just whips around to glare at both their friends on the bench while Mike, somewhat childishly, sticks out his tongue. It’s totally awesome he’s not spending the last moments of his bachelor life getting in trouble. Besides, the way Tina’s hip juts out when she’s annoyed is way sexier when he’s not the one she’s annoyed at.
Pairings: Mike Chang/Tina Cohen-Chang
Rating: G
Summary: Mike had proposed on a whim, and Tina had accepted on a whim, so he figures this is the most logical next step.
I woke up this morning and just felt so inspired to write. The title is taken from a beautiful set of non-traditional vows.
So Mike had never thought a whole ton about his wedding aside from all the stuff that would be out of his and Tina’s control. And he thinks that it’s probably better this way because right now he has no expectations. There’s been no lead up, no months of planning and arguing and making concessions and trying to keep peace between Tina and their mothers. Mike’s wearing chucks with his suit because he couldn’t find his dress shoes when they left this morning and he thinks it’s both bad ass and awesome that he had the freedom to make that choice. They had the freedom to make that choice; Tina had just shrugged and said that she liked his chucks better anyways. Stuff like that is why he’s totally marrying her today.
He keeps repeating it in his head, and Mike’s not sure if it’s to accept that they’re actually doing this or because he’s so stoked to do it. Probably both, really. And maybe some things aren’t going to be perfect, like he does wish his brother and Matt could be here and Tina probably wanted Mercedes to be her Maid of Honor, so okay, maybe they are making concessions, but they’re the kind of concessions they’re willingly making. It’s the willingly part that Mike’s kind of hooked on today. Other than the marrying Tina part. Honestly, as long as he marries Tina the rest is basically moot in Mike’s mind.
Fifteen minutes. Mike’s fairly certain he’s going to loose his mind standing in the Superior Court lobby, waiting for the room, the room he’s getting married in, to be free. He knows they got lucky, seeing as these things are usually scheduled weeks in advance, but there was an opening and things are actually falling into place for once. Part of him is waiting for the other shoe to drop because this shouldn’t be so easy; they should have had to fight to find a justice, or driven to a different state, and Mike was prepared to do so if required. They’re both already skipping classes today so why shouldn’t they drive to New York State or New Jersey if they couldn’t get married in DC? Pennsylvania would be an option too, and they’re all floating in the back of his mind in case something does come up and they need to go to plan B. Because they’re getting married today one way or another.
It’s honestly just really chill, though. Well, he doesn’t feel very chill because getting married totally requires a certain level of butterflies, and Mike thinks he might puke butterflies if he opens his mouth, but that’s fine. He’s getting married. Everything else is chill, though, especially Tina who had seemed more than content to take her time going off and getting changed, leaving Mike hanging out in the lobby by himself. Even if they aren’t doing everything traditional, or anything traditional, actually, she had refused to wear her ‘wedding dress’ over from the apartment. And frig, Tina’s going to be wearing a wedding dress.
There’s a commotion near the main entrance and for a second Mike wonders if his and Tina’s parents have miraculously caught word of what they’re about to do and have flown all the way to DC to stop them. He wouldn’t be surprised if they did, actually. His mother is terrifying like that. And Tina’s Mom is about as far from traditional as they come, but Mike figures she’d throw a fit too seeing as you only get one wedding when you only have one kid. Her Dad’s the traditional one; maybe Mr. Cohen-Chang had come out to stop this whole thing with his Mom and if that’s the case his life is in serious jeopardy. But there’s two oddly familiar faces walking towards him across the lobby, the first adjusting his scarf as he digs around in the large bag he’s carrying.
“Kurt?”
“If I got a speeding ticket on my way here you’re paying for it. Now, pivot.”
“Uh, what?”
“Pivot! Turn! Let me see you!”
Kurt’s waving his finger around and Mike slowly obliges, pivoting on one foot several times until Kurt makes a noise of what Mike hopes is satisfaction. He really, really hopes it’s satisfaction because he’s a bit afraid of what Kurt would do to him otherwise. He’s always been a bit afraid of Kurt, actually. A bit in awe, especially since he taught the football team the Single Ladies dance back at McKinley, but afraid kind of goes hand in hand with it. Tina claims he’s far more bark than bite but that’s never exactly comforted Mike.
“Acceptable. Now, I could have done better if I had been given any notice, not that I'm all that surprised with you two doing this, but you coordinate well enough on your own. The purple is nice. Now, where’s Tina?”
“Uh, second floor bathroom? She had to change…”
“I’m off. Blaine, don’t let him move. I’ll return with the bride.”
Kurt’s fancy leather shoes clack against the marble tile as he heads towards the staircase, muttering something about schedules and flowers, looking a lot like a man possessed. Mike turns to Blaine who’s got his hands in his jacket pockets, thankfully not a Warblers one because the guy was scarily attached to that jacket for the longest time, watching Kurt’s exit with an air of exhaustion. It’s not that Mike’s not happy to see Kurt and Blaine, because he really does like both of them, and with Quinn and Puck in Newark they’re basically the remaining Glee club kids that see each other often, but as far as Mike knew this was a purely ‘Tina-and-him’ event. Especially considering it’s been less than 24 hours since they decided to do this.
“You look green, Mike.”
“What are you doing here?” he asks slowly, not really caring that it sounds sort of rude.
“Oh,” Blaine pauses, “Tina didn’t tell you she called Kurt?”
“No….”
“Well, she called Kurt. Who made me stop at six flower stores between New York and here to get the perfect flowers for your wedding. Which, by the way, is kind of sudden. Did you knock her up?”
Okay, so maybe Mike’s not so sure he likes Blaine anymore as he begins to pin a purple boutonniere on his suit lapel. It’s beginning to be a bit much for him to handle. Unexpected proposal, fine. Deciding to get married the next day, doable. Kurt and Blaine showing up and talking about flowers and pregnancy, not so okay. Especially because Blaine totally stabs him with the pin; why the hell does he even need a flower?
“She’s not pregnant.”
“Mmm, and I thought you just didn’t want her father to kill you when they found out.”
“Because he’s not going to kill me when he finds out we eloped?”
“Touché. Now, Kurt better hurry up or there’ll be a wedding without a bride.”
As freaked out as he is at the moment, and yeah, Mike’s really freaking out with Kurt and Blaine’s arrival and talk of pregnancy, even though he can’t really show it seeing as this whole insane thing was his idea at the start, hearing Blaine say bride makes him relax just a little bit. Because Tina’s his bride today. She’s not his girlfriend, and he guesses she’s sort of his fiancée, but really she’s his bride. When Mike goes to sleep tonight she’s going to be his wife. He’s going to be married and be a husband and Tina’s going to be his freaking wife. It’s kind of totally awesome in a terrifying way. He joined Glee at sixteen and Tina was the stuttering goth and he was just another jock and they’re getting married. It kind of boggles the mind.
The ring box that was in his pocket is now in his hand, Mike turning the small black velvet box over and over. He hadn’t intended on proposing anytime soon, obviously from the way last night went down, but Mike’s thankful all the same he had bought Tina an engagement ring almost a year ago; it had been sort of on a whim too, the story of his life it seemed, after seeing it at an antique store and it was just one of those things he couldn't walk away from. He thought it would be perfect for her. Or it was supposed to be the perfect engagement ring; it’s going to be Tina’s wedding ring in a few minutes. Mike knows she doesn’t know he even has a ring-she’s incredible because she’s willing to marry him without a ring-but he’s glad he has something to give her; something she can wear and know that he’s hers for as long as she’ll have him.
There’s a surprising amount of people wandering around the Court building, and Mike’s trying to keep his thoughts focused on them instead of wondering how much longer Tina and Kurt are going to be. Blaine’s sitting over on one of the benches scrolling through his phone and Mike’s thankful; he’s not really in any shape to be making conversation, even if he does appreciate that they’re going to have someone here for them. Mercedes is totally going to blow a gasket Kurt got to be here. At this point Mike just really wants to go inside and do this. It’s insane and what they’re doing is crazy, and it’s only right now that Mike’s fully realizing what they’re planning on doing and who they’re planning on doing this without. There’s going to be so much hell to pay for this from everyone, and even though he knows he wants to do this with her, it would never be with anyone else, there’s no going back from this. They’re going to be married but he’s not willing to put this off; not now, when they’re so close and all he wants to do say I do.
“Second thoughts?”
He hadn’t even heard her come down the stairs or sneak up beside him, and Mike is somewhat surprised that Kurt didn’t make any grand announcement of her arrival. It would have been a very Kurt thing to do, but they are supposed to be keeping a low-profile. She’s gorgeous, though. Mike’s always found her gorgeous, and even without Kurt’s expertise she would have been the most beautiful woman he’s even laid eyes on, but with a giant purple lily tucked into the mass of black hair that’s been pinned up, she looks beyond stunning. He can’t help but wonder if Kurt went with the purple lily because it’s the same flower he brought Tina for prom; Kurt had always been good with the little details. She looks like the Tina he fell in love with, but there’s something about today that makes her glow, cheeks pink and lips red and long lashes batting up at him questioningly. She’s clutching a small bouquet of purple and white lilies in her hand, and Mike takes a step back to admire the way the cream Victorian-style dress hugs her body.
Tina’s waist is cinched in by one of those mini-corset things that she adds on top of most of her dresses, and the black adds a particularly gothic flair that Mike knows he’s going to identify as uniquely Tina for the rest of his life. It cuts a little lower than most of her other dresses and maybe a bit much for a traditional wedding dress, but without the high collar Mike reaches up to finger the antique choker he bought her years ago; maybe it’s her something old? The dress only hits her knees, showing off a pair of modest but sexy as hell heels, although he’s obviously biased, but it’s exactly what he would have pictured Tina wanting to wear. Everything is so perfectly her from the lace, to the splashes of colour, to the simple silver chains that dangle off her wrists. He’s in complete awe this woman actually wants to marry him of all people.
“Is it okay?”
“Okay? You’re stunning, Tee. You look perfect.”
“Kurt… Kurt did a good job.”
“Kurt has nothing to do with why I think you’re perfect.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to sweet-talk me into marrying you,” Tina teases, head cocked slightly to the side.
“And if I am?”
“I couldn’t think of a better-looking guy to marry.”
“Then do you want to do this?” he asks, fingering the petals of her bouquet gingerly.
“You sound like you’re having doubts….”
“No. Just making sure you’re not. Once we do this….”
“I want this, Mike,” Tina threads her fingers through his, “I want to marry you. I want to call you my husband. I want to protect my father from killing you when he finds out. I want to have dance parties in our living room until we’re old and can’t dance anymore.”
“I want that too.”
He laughs, because there’s nothing else really to do. Tina’s looking at him like he’s the only thing she sees, and Mike wonders, not for the first time in his life and certainly not for the last, what he ever did to be in this position. Where his high school girlfriend, the first woman he ever truly loved, is going to be his wife in a matter of minutes.
“Thank you for picking me,” he mumbles a long moment after the laughter has died.
“Like there’s anyone else-”
“You could have anyone, Tee. We’re-”
“Don’t you dare make me cry, Mike Chang. Not before we even get to our vows.”
She’s staring at him unblinkingly, lashes already dampening with tears because Tina’s Tina and honestly, Mike feels better knowing she’s still overly emotional and he’s still a bit awkward with words. Tina’s hands are on her hips, patented look on her face, and it’s all so normal that Mike bends down, softly pressing his lips to hers despite the very real possibility of smudging her lipstick and facing Kurt’s wrath.
“None of that!” shrieks across the lobby, drawing a lot of attention, “No kissing the bride before the wedding!”
Kurt’s predictable sometimes, but Tina just whips around to glare at both their friends on the bench while Mike, somewhat childishly, sticks out his tongue. It’s totally awesome he’s not spending the last moments of his bachelor life getting in trouble. Besides, the way Tina’s hip juts out when she’s annoyed is way sexier when he’s not the one she’s annoyed at.