Glee Imagines and Preferences

Mike*Let Me Try

Guess who's back?

Requested by calamityvanity

I was never in New Directions, but I always seemed to be there. Whether it was to see my friends Tina and Mercedes or to try to talk to Mr. Shue about Spanish. A glee club wasn't a strange concept to me, and I never made fun of it. combine that with my friendship with Tina and Mercedes meant that I kinda just joined their group.
The first year of glee they didn't hang out that much during school but by the second year, they were quite a close-knit group. Honestly, it was good fun. They were for the most part really chill apart from Rachel, Santana, and Quinn but I somehow managed to avoid that whole situation.
Within a few weeks of regularly hanging out with New Directions and watching their practises I liked someone. Like really liked. Like the cliché high school musical like like. And it was Mike Chang.
It wasn't just because he was hot (which who could deny?) but he was nice, not a sleaze or flirt (like Puck), funny, and we shared a lot in common. Add on the fact that he could dance, was on the football team, and was an A student he seemed like the perfect boyfriend.
Of course, as it goes Mercedes and Tina found out and kept pestering me about it. they'd make jokes, wiggle their eyebrows, and try convincing me to ask him out. I would do the same to them with their crushes as well though so I couldn't complain. And as friendship codes all go, they never told him.
Eventually, I did ask him to hang out, just us, that then turned into a date. It was fun. We got food, played arcade machines, talked about TV shows and just had fun. He whooped my butt on the dance arcade machines but won me a unicorn keychain so I couldn't complain.
And our relationship was good. We hung out in school, went on walks afterwards, got coffee on the weekends, went to the arcade too often, and tried to study together that always led to making out. My friends fake complained about us, but I knew they didn't mind.
But over time I became more distant with Tina. It was really slow, and I didn't even notice at first. She hung out with Mike more than before but why should I care when they were friends first and she was the one who convinced me to ask him out. She was the one I went to for advice because Mike was my first somewhat serious relationship.
I brought it up to Mercedes and she said she noticed her drifting away. it's kind of made sense though. Mercedes and I hung around with Kurt and Rachel more and Tina had told us how she wasn't that fond of either. She was also hanging out with Artie just as much as with my boyfriend and she did like Artie, so I honestly wasn't worried. Mercedes backed me up saying Tina would never do that.
Till she did.
New Directions had decided to all go out to breadsticks before school wrapped up for two weeks and I tagged along. I wasn't officially invited but Mercedes said there was no reason for me to come and was surprised Mike hadn't said anything.
When Mercedes and I walked in, we were the last ones there, everyone said hey, but Mike and Tina were quiet. I walked over to my boyfriend and noticed there was no seat beside him. I said hi to him and he gave me a quick kiss on the check. Normally Tina would let me sit by my boyfriend, but it was Sam that moved.
I thanked him and sat down, a little weirded out but didn't say anything. Sam also got to sit next to Mercedes which I know pleased her. Nothing seemed out of place, but Tina was a little quiet, so I text her asking if she was alright. She replied saying she was just a little sick. Checks out. Why wouldn't it?
"I'm going to the bathroom," I quietly excused myself. Mike nodded and turned to Tina to talk. Not weird at all.
I was washing my hands when the door opened and walked in Santana and Quinn. That's weird I thought due to they're on and off again rivalry. I smiled at them and went to dry my hands. They shared a look before fixing their makeup.
When I was about to leave though Quinn stopped me, "Wait (Y/N). we um need to tell you something,"
"What?"
Santana glanced at a nervous Quinn and sighed, "Mike's cheating on you,"
"What? No, he's not," I instantly denied. That boy wouldn't even cheat on a homework assignment let alone me.
"He is (Y/N)," Quinn said, clearly more caring than Santana. "It's him and Tina,"
"That is ridiculous," I put my hands on my hips, "Tina was the one telling me to go for it, she's not about to do that to me,"
"Look (Y/N) they are. Trust me, we both know it sucks," Santana said, "But it sucks less when you don't let them break it off. We all know it,"
"But why?" oh God I was starting to believe them, "When would they even, ugh?"
Quinn sighed, "It's in Glee. Mercedes is always late or out with Sam. Or they'll rush out together. Its been going on for a couple weeks,"
"No. I don't believe you," I said, walking out.
They followed behind me and I just sat back and my seat and turned to Mike, "Hey babe," he just nodded in reply. I'm just gonna ask, "So I was talking to Quinn and Santana," this caught his attention. "They were saying you were cheating on me. but it's a lie of course. Isn't it?" I couldn't tell if his silence or the tables sudden silence was worse. No one would look at me. "It is a lie isn't it?" I pressed.
He finally looked at me and I knew, "(Y/N), it's-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask, "And you?" I turn to Tina. She said nothing but they both looked down. I looked to the table who all avoided my eyes. Mercedes looked just as confused as I did, "And you lot, you knew? And no one told me?"
"(Y/N)), we didn't realise-" Sam started.
"Bullshit," I cut him off. "All of you are fucking snakes. Try being nice for once and maybe then you won't get slushied so much," I fumed before getting up and leaving.
Mercedes followed after me. "(Y/N) wait up," she called. We were outside the restaurant and I was leaning against a brick wall holding back tears, "I had no idea. I swear,"
"I believe you," I said, my voice wobbling. And I started to cry. Mercedes hugged me and walked us away from Breadsticks, calling her dad to pick us up.
Mercedes and I did the movie classic of ice cream and sad movies that night, bitching about Mike and Tina the whole time. Halfway through the night, we called Sam. "Are you sure you wanna ask?" Mercedes asked me before calling him.
"I'd rather know," I mumbled. She nodded and pressed call. He answered after a couple of rings, "Sam?"
"Yeah," he said. "How are you holding up?"
"How'd you think?" I asked before eating more ice-cream, "What happened?" he sighed, "Tell me," I insisted.
"Okay," Sam said, "They've not actually been doing much. They've been I don't know closer in glee for a couple weeks. Last week a couple football guys saw them making out. In practice they, well, are clingy. Sorry, this feels weird,"
"It is okay," but it wasn't.
He told me about it all. How they'd rush out of class to make out behind school or how she'd go to the library with him when he always asked me not to go so he could concentrate. Yeah right.
After that, I stopped hanging out with new directions. Expect from Mercedes's I didn't want to be friends with any of them. Santana and Quinn were the only ones willing to speak up. Sam's alright but I still was mad at even him. I returned to my old friendship group and the amount of drama calmed down.
A few weeks past and I had moved on. I still avoided him in school, and I had blocked him and Tina on everything. Mercedes told me about him and Tina though. How they dated for a couple weeks but broke up. It didn't help.
Weeks turned into months then it was summer. We were a couple weeks into a vacation when Mike texted me. I had changed his name in my contacts to 'he who shall not be answered' but I checked the text anyway.
'How are u?'
I ignored it. and I ignored the next text and the next. Eventually, I just had to put my phone one silent. It was all too tempting so I did the thing people advise you don't do; go for a walk randomly without your phone.
All I took was a jacket and off I went. It was half 7 at night but relatively light outside. As I was walking I was able to just breath and think. I thought about Mike and I. we'd never talked after the breakup and all I could go off of was what Sam said.
It just didn't make sense. Why would Tina go for Mike? Why would Mike go for Tina? Why wouldn't Mike have tried to talk to me sooner? I was glad not too many people were out as the tears slipped down. I'd always avoiding thinking about it. I didn't think it would hurt as much.
Soon I began to feel wetness on my head as well. I looked up to see the clouds had gone grew. Oh crap. The sky began to let down. The coat I'd grabbed had a hood, but I still rushed into the nearest shop. Without my phone, I had no option but to walk back.
Luckily I had a few dollars in my pocket, so I figured I'd grab a drink before starting my walk, more likely run, home. When I turned into the drink section I froze. There stood trying to decide between two drinks was Mike.
For whatever reason he looked up, "(Y/N)?" He mumbled, putting the drinks back, "What are you doing here?"
I said nothing, just grabbed my drink and rushed to pay. Mike was close behind me, but I just left as soon as I handed over the money, not waiting for the change. I flung my hood up and ran outside.
Mike ran after me and I heard a sigh when the door opened. I'd hoped he would've retreated inside since he was only wearing flannel and jeans, but he didn't. "Wait, please!" he called.
I regretted it but I looked over my shoulder. Long enough for his face to convince me to listen. Damn emotions, "What?" I asked, venom dripping off my voice,
He winced, "Can I talk to you?" Mike asked, already drenched. I nodded. He looked around for shelter, but I crossed my arms. "Look I'm sorry. I-I fucked up," For a teenage boy Mike hardly ever swore, "Majorly fucked up. When I was younger I used to really like Tina. I got over it, but she kept hanging out with me and she kissed me and I-I just really really – fucked up. And no amount of I'm sorry is gonna fix that,"
It was Tina. Tina kissed him. "Why should I believe you? Tina was my best friend?"
Mikes face screwed up, "What? Tina said your parents forced you to be friends,"
Ouch. It made sense though. It had been our parents so determined to make us friends when I moved to her neighbourhood. We didn't get on that well at first. But I thought we got over it. "So, why'd you do it?" I asked.
Mike shook his head, "I don't know," by this point, he was soaked, water dripping off him but more hitting him. The rain was louder so he had to speak up and I could feel the dampness through my jacket, "I guess I just went back to middle school? But I shouldn't of. I hated myself afterward. I only dated Tina afterwards because I missed you and I know you deserve better. I know you could make anyone happy, but I need you. Please, let me try to make it up to you." He begged, walking closer.
"How am I meant to trust you?"
"I don't expect you too. Please just, lets at least start as friends. Let me work from there. I'm falling apart," he was. There were dark circles around his eyes, and he was shivering by this point.
A gust of wind blew by and I shivered, "Okay," I said, and his face lit up, "You can try but no promises. Let's just get inside somewhere,"
He was smiling despite the rain, "Of course. And (Y/N), I'll do anything to try make it up to you,"