Fic: I Worry I Won't See Your Face Light Up Again
Author's Note: So we never have surgical procedures during oh the last five hours of our shift in the OR since all of them are scheduled in the "GOD WHY AM I AWAKE?" AM. But that just means more fic for y'all. Maybe grdnofevrythng will read this and be inspired with her Fang fic? Requested by the Awesome Anon Who Requests Mike/Quinn Over at the glee_fluff_meme
Title: I Worry I Won't See Your Face Light Up Again
Rating:PG-13
Length: 1,178 words
Spoilers:Up to Sectionals
Summary: Mike and Quinn. Swingset. Nostalgia.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Mike Chang would have more lines.
I Worry I Won't See Your Face Light Up Again
Since it had been a nice Saturday, Mike had decided to walk home from Matt's house. It was actually just a quick short cut through the park. His route brought him past the playground. This was the same playground his mom used to take him to for play dates. On one such play date, he met Matt. This was also the same place he got many a cut and bruises from jumping off things. He was such a stupid little kid back then. He shook his head at all the memories.
As it was getting late, most of the mothers were gathering up their kids to take them home and make them dinner. His own parents were working late again, so he was on his own tonight. Mrs. Rutherford had invited him to stay for dinner but he had stayed for dinner the past two night and had lunch there, and he felt like a mooch, so he declined.
Sitting on the bench in front of the swingset was Quinn Fabray. Ah, Quinn Fabray, even back in the days of the sandbox, she was popular. Of course for her this meant many pulled pigtails and teasing from boys on her part, and getting shoved into mud and sand down their pants on theirs.
Mike made his way over to say hello, but stopped.He frowned when he saw that Quinn had been crying. Sad to say, this had become a common occurrence since she and Puck had given up their baby girl up for adoption last month. Last week, she had come to practice with red puffy eye. When Mr. Schue had asked her what was wrong, she had stated that she had done a poor job on a quiz in Geography and that she was just being silly. Nobody had pushed the issue. Two days ago, Mike had overheard two freshman girls talking about how they had found the blonde crying in the girls bathroom.
Brittany also looked sad these days. She didn't know what to do about her friend. This meant that Santana was unhappy as well. The others were going to corner Quinn at Glee on Thursday, which Mike thought was in poor taste. To him, it felt like they were throwing her an intervention. He said as much to Matt, but he just shrugged. Mike was somewhat relieved when Quinn didn't show up to practice. He belonged to the school of thought that you couldn't really push the other person. That you just had to let them know that you where there for them and that the anytime they were ready to talk, you were ready to listen. He'd hope that people would do the same for him.
Taking the empty spot next to Quinn, he sat down on the bench. Maybe she would open up, maybe she wouldn't, but he had to remind her that he was there for her. Or maybe this was just a bad idea.
It was silent as they watched the last of the mothers take her son home.
"Looks like the swings are free. When was the last time you played on the swings?" Quinn got off the park bench, and went over to the swingset.
Mike followed. She sat down in one of the swings and nodded at the one next to her. He smiled but instead of sitting down on the swing, he stood up on it. Quinn didn't look up at him, but continued talking.
"I don't remember the last time I played on the swings, but I do have a favorite memory. You where there..."
Quinn's mommy brought her to the playground and told her to go and play with the other children.
"Mommy, may I have a juice box?"
Her mommy smiled at her. "Of course, sweetie." She put the straw into the juice box for her daughter. "Be careful with your clothes."
"Thank you!" Quinn gave her bestest smile, the one that made her daddy call her "Baby Girl". Her mommy gave her once last look over, and pleased with her handiwork, made her way over to the other mommies. Quinn walked off, sipping on her juice, to look for Brittany or Santana...
But then someone ran into her. The young blonde didn't fall to the ground but her juice box did. Quinn looked up from her split juice seeping into the sand, to glare at whoever was responsible.
"Watch where you're going stupid head." Davey Karofsky was standing there, smirking. Little Davey Karofsky, Quinn had previous run-ins with him.
"You ran into me. And my head is not stupid!" Quinn shouted back.
"Yeah it is!" The little boy reached out and pulled one of her pigtails and ran away laughing.
Quinn started to cry. She was mad at Davey for being mean. She was mad at her mommy for putting her hair up into pigtails. And she was mad at herself for crying over spilled juice.
"Um, I saw what Davey did. Here. Is grape ok?" A hand was holding out a juicebox. The owner of the hand was a small Asian boy that looked unsure of himself. "My name is Mike."
"Quinn Fabray," she said still sniffling.
Quinn took the juicebox and stopped crying. "Thank you." Quinn took the straw and poked it in the shiny foil part. She took a sip.
"My mommy brought me to the park today to play with Matt. But he's sick. Do you want to play with me?"
She nodded.
"Yay! Do you wanna go swinging?"
"Ok."
"And then you proceeded to show me how far you could jump off the swings and broke your arm." Quinn smirked.
Mike winced. "Yeah. I remember that. Karofsky was a huge asshat even back then." He jumped off the swing. "Didn't hurt myself this time. Do you want me to push you?"
"Yes, please."
It was just the two of them now. He wasn't pushing her hard, just enough to go high.
"I come here sometimes." Push. "To watch them play." Push. Quinn was speaking loud enough to be heard over the creak of the swings. "I wanted to keep her."
Mike caught her and brought the swing to a stop.Quinn was crying again.
"I know." He held her.
Quinn found Mike in the hallway when the bell signaling the start of lunch on Monday. "Hey, Mike."
"Oh hey, Quinn."
Mike exchanged a look with Matt, who nodded. He'd catch up with his friend later.
"I have something for you. To say thanks for Saturday." Quinn held up the brown bag she had been carrying. "I made us lunch."
He grinned. "That's really awesome of you, Quinn."
She blushed. "It's a nice day. Care to join me outside?"
"I would like that." Mike offered his arm and Quinn linked her arm with his.
Once outside, Quinn unpacked the brown bag.
"PB&J. Always a classic."
"And to drink." Quinn brought out juiceboxes. "We should make a toast." She handed Mike one.
"To friendship?" He raised his drink.
"Maybe something more."
"Really? Then I'll drink to that."
Title: I Worry I Won't See Your Face Light Up Again
Rating:PG-13
Length: 1,178 words
Spoilers:Up to Sectionals
Summary: Mike and Quinn. Swingset. Nostalgia.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Mike Chang would have more lines.
I Worry I Won't See Your Face Light Up Again
Since it had been a nice Saturday, Mike had decided to walk home from Matt's house. It was actually just a quick short cut through the park. His route brought him past the playground. This was the same playground his mom used to take him to for play dates. On one such play date, he met Matt. This was also the same place he got many a cut and bruises from jumping off things. He was such a stupid little kid back then. He shook his head at all the memories.
As it was getting late, most of the mothers were gathering up their kids to take them home and make them dinner. His own parents were working late again, so he was on his own tonight. Mrs. Rutherford had invited him to stay for dinner but he had stayed for dinner the past two night and had lunch there, and he felt like a mooch, so he declined.
Sitting on the bench in front of the swingset was Quinn Fabray. Ah, Quinn Fabray, even back in the days of the sandbox, she was popular. Of course for her this meant many pulled pigtails and teasing from boys on her part, and getting shoved into mud and sand down their pants on theirs.
Mike made his way over to say hello, but stopped.He frowned when he saw that Quinn had been crying. Sad to say, this had become a common occurrence since she and Puck had given up their baby girl up for adoption last month. Last week, she had come to practice with red puffy eye. When Mr. Schue had asked her what was wrong, she had stated that she had done a poor job on a quiz in Geography and that she was just being silly. Nobody had pushed the issue. Two days ago, Mike had overheard two freshman girls talking about how they had found the blonde crying in the girls bathroom.
Brittany also looked sad these days. She didn't know what to do about her friend. This meant that Santana was unhappy as well. The others were going to corner Quinn at Glee on Thursday, which Mike thought was in poor taste. To him, it felt like they were throwing her an intervention. He said as much to Matt, but he just shrugged. Mike was somewhat relieved when Quinn didn't show up to practice. He belonged to the school of thought that you couldn't really push the other person. That you just had to let them know that you where there for them and that the anytime they were ready to talk, you were ready to listen. He'd hope that people would do the same for him.
Taking the empty spot next to Quinn, he sat down on the bench. Maybe she would open up, maybe she wouldn't, but he had to remind her that he was there for her. Or maybe this was just a bad idea.
It was silent as they watched the last of the mothers take her son home.
"Looks like the swings are free. When was the last time you played on the swings?" Quinn got off the park bench, and went over to the swingset.
Mike followed. She sat down in one of the swings and nodded at the one next to her. He smiled but instead of sitting down on the swing, he stood up on it. Quinn didn't look up at him, but continued talking.
"I don't remember the last time I played on the swings, but I do have a favorite memory. You where there..."
Quinn's mommy brought her to the playground and told her to go and play with the other children.
"Mommy, may I have a juice box?"
Her mommy smiled at her. "Of course, sweetie." She put the straw into the juice box for her daughter. "Be careful with your clothes."
"Thank you!" Quinn gave her bestest smile, the one that made her daddy call her "Baby Girl". Her mommy gave her once last look over, and pleased with her handiwork, made her way over to the other mommies. Quinn walked off, sipping on her juice, to look for Brittany or Santana...
But then someone ran into her. The young blonde didn't fall to the ground but her juice box did. Quinn looked up from her split juice seeping into the sand, to glare at whoever was responsible.
"Watch where you're going stupid head." Davey Karofsky was standing there, smirking. Little Davey Karofsky, Quinn had previous run-ins with him.
"You ran into me. And my head is not stupid!" Quinn shouted back.
"Yeah it is!" The little boy reached out and pulled one of her pigtails and ran away laughing.
Quinn started to cry. She was mad at Davey for being mean. She was mad at her mommy for putting her hair up into pigtails. And she was mad at herself for crying over spilled juice.
"Um, I saw what Davey did. Here. Is grape ok?" A hand was holding out a juicebox. The owner of the hand was a small Asian boy that looked unsure of himself. "My name is Mike."
"Quinn Fabray," she said still sniffling.
Quinn took the juicebox and stopped crying. "Thank you." Quinn took the straw and poked it in the shiny foil part. She took a sip.
"My mommy brought me to the park today to play with Matt. But he's sick. Do you want to play with me?"
She nodded.
"Yay! Do you wanna go swinging?"
"Ok."
"And then you proceeded to show me how far you could jump off the swings and broke your arm." Quinn smirked.
Mike winced. "Yeah. I remember that. Karofsky was a huge asshat even back then." He jumped off the swing. "Didn't hurt myself this time. Do you want me to push you?"
"Yes, please."
It was just the two of them now. He wasn't pushing her hard, just enough to go high.
"I come here sometimes." Push. "To watch them play." Push. Quinn was speaking loud enough to be heard over the creak of the swings. "I wanted to keep her."
Mike caught her and brought the swing to a stop.Quinn was crying again.
"I know." He held her.
Quinn found Mike in the hallway when the bell signaling the start of lunch on Monday. "Hey, Mike."
"Oh hey, Quinn."
Mike exchanged a look with Matt, who nodded. He'd catch up with his friend later.
"I have something for you. To say thanks for Saturday." Quinn held up the brown bag she had been carrying. "I made us lunch."
He grinned. "That's really awesome of you, Quinn."
She blushed. "It's a nice day. Care to join me outside?"
"I would like that." Mike offered his arm and Quinn linked her arm with his.
Once outside, Quinn unpacked the brown bag.
"PB&J. Always a classic."
"And to drink." Quinn brought out juiceboxes. "We should make a toast." She handed Mike one.
"To friendship?" He raised his drink.
"Maybe something more."
"Really? Then I'll drink to that."