[Glee: fic] Coven (Mike/Tina)
Title: Coven
Author: relinquished972
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mike Chang x Tina Cohen-Chang
Summary: Being neglected by your boyfriend was one thing. But being stuck at Asian summer camp with an overly mischievous Mike Chang and counselling bratty, tech-savvy Asian kids, was just a whole new level of weird. Poor Tina.
She hated summer.
It wasn’t just the sun, the heat or the brightly coloured clothing (or lack thereof, depending on where one was in the country), but also the fact that people tended to drop off the face of the earth once school let out. Even if that said someone was your boyfriend and hence supposed to spend most, if not all, their summer with you.
She loathed summer camps.
It was because of said neglectful boyfriend that she was stuck at this summer camp since her parents were concerned she wasn’t getting out enough. She hated the blue shorts she had to wear, the knee high socks (but she didn’t really mind the blue jacket, that was sort of cool and it matched her hair extensions) and the fact that it was Asian. Everything around her was Asian - the food, the supervising adults and the whole frugality of it all. It positively reeked of Asian.
She didn’t exactly hate being Asian, but they were in America now. Why leave Asia in the first place if you were just going to recreate it in another country? And just because they were Asians didn’t mean that they had to go out of their way to exhibit it to the rest of the world. Besides, having been born in America, all the kids here were probably only honorary Asians or something like that, since they were mostly white on the inside.
And yet here she was, at Asian Camp (she refused to call it Happy Summer Camp or whatever the hell it was called) - as a peer counsellor, no less - and doomed to spend the next six weeks here.
Whoever came up with the idea of trying to educate the young, tech-savvy Asian kids of today the wonders of music and culture probably had the best intentions to start off with, but she expected that it would be doomed. If her younger cousins were any indication, there were no prying young Asian kids from their game consoles or mobile phones, even if you could take away their computer and Internet privileges.
“All you really have to do is teach them a few songs,” their trainer was saying. Whoops, she’d totally missed everything before. “You know, a few catchy show tunes. Just do your stuff.”
Easier said than done, of course, seeing as most of these kids were probably going to be little monsters that were spoilt rotten before their parents realised they were total ignoramuses when it came to refined culture.
“I’m supposed to do this alone?” She liked the incredulous tone of her voice as she said it. The trainer (who was sort of cute, but a little old for her tastes), chuckled.
“No, of course not. You didn’t think we’d just throw you off the deep end did you?” Actually, she had. “We’ve assigned everyone partners depending on what their talents are. You’ll meet your partner tomorrow and spend the next two weeks learning how to properly guide the children.”
“Great, sounds fun,” she lied, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door.
“See you at dinner!” her trainer called back enthusiastically. “We’re having Chinese!”
She sighed mentally. It was going to be a long summer.
--
Wondering who her counselling partner was, she made her way to the cafeteria the next morning. It was a large hall, basically, with rectangular tables lined up in rows of four down the length of the room and two sets of double doors, one of which led to a little courtyard outside. It felt sterile and unwelcoming, but she was too hungry to even care. She joined the end of the queue waiting to get food, hoping for a salad or some cereal.
Poke.
She frowned and sidled forward a little more. There weren’t that many people yet, seeing as it was only 7am in the morning, so there wasn’t really a reason for the person behind her to bump into her right? She tapped her foot impatiently as the line inched forward.
Poke.
“Hey partner.” Poke.
“Alright, that does it -” She turned around to berate the person behind her, but was brought up short. “Mike Chang?”
He grinned back at her and gave a little half-wave. He was dressed in the same blue jacket and shorts as she was, with those ridiculous knee-high socks.
“Mornin’ partner.” He took one glance at her outfit and his grinned widened. “Let me guess: your parents roped you into doing this and now you’re irritated?”
“Got it in one.” The line moved forward a bit more and Mike grabbed them each a tray. “Thanks. How about you? You don’t seem the type to be into this counselling thing.”
“Why, cos I’m a jock?” When she opened her mouth to protest, he shrugged it off. “Nah, I do this every year. My uncle runs this program.”
“Your uncle?”
“Mhmm.”
They’d reached the front of the line (finally) and she peered eagerly at that morning’s choices. Her heart sank immediately when her eyes fell on the large vat of congee bubbling happily away next to an assortment of vegetables and shredded meat. Mike raised his eyebrows at her reaction to the food while sprinkling liberal amounts of soya sauce into his bowl.
“Food not to your taste?”
She sighed.
“It’s not that.” She spooned a generous helping of shredded pork into her bowl. “I kinda felt like having a salad this morning, that’s all. Congee is a bit heavy.”
She added a helping of peanuts and diced egg for good measure. He chuckled.
“I can see that it really bothers you.”
“Hey, just because I felt like a salad doesn’t mean that I’m not hungry or I won’t eat this stuff.”
She glared at him, grabbed a spoon and some napkins, before walking off in a huff. Still amused, he followed her to a table near the door and slid into the seat opposite her. She ignored him and mixed her food around in her bowl and took a bite with more force than necessary. He ate more calmly, watching as she polished off her bowl in a matter of minutes.
“I’ll see you later.” And then she was gone.
--
She dropped onto her bed and automatically reached for her mobile phone lying on the pillow. Still no calls. Damned Artie, what kind of a boyfriend was he anyway? School had let out three weeks ago and he still hadn’t called her. And he wasn’t answering her calls either. He liked her right? Shouldn’t he at least show it once in a while?
One of the knee-high socks slid down a little and she pulled it back up angrily. She missed her regular clothes and her boots. The shorts were way too short for comfort. And her room smelled like cats. She hated cats.
There was a soft knock on her door.
“Hey, Tina, it’s Mike.”
Fantastic. Just what she needed, a visit from the director’s nephew. She stalked over to the door and opened it. He stood there, towering over her (damn his height!) and in his hand he held a plastic bag, which he dangled in front of her face.
“What’s this?”
“Caesar salad.” He handed it over. “I’m sorry if I made you angry before. And you don’t have to eat that now, we can put it in the fridge in the common room for later.”
Despite herself, she felt her lips twitch.
“I guess I could overlook this morning’s incident,” she conceded with a grin. He grinned back. “So is that all that you came for? Giving me a free lunch?”
“Mainly that,” he replied. “But also to take you to our first training session, partner.”
“Wait - what? We’re partners?”
He poked her on the forehead lightly.
“Of course we are. You sing, we both dance - weren’t you listening when they explained how they chose partners? Come on, let’s go.”
This is a test-fic. I'm not sure if I'll continue it, but leave me a comment nevertheless!! :D
Author: relinquished972
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mike Chang x Tina Cohen-Chang
Summary: Being neglected by your boyfriend was one thing. But being stuck at Asian summer camp with an overly mischievous Mike Chang and counselling bratty, tech-savvy Asian kids, was just a whole new level of weird. Poor Tina.
She hated summer.
It wasn’t just the sun, the heat or the brightly coloured clothing (or lack thereof, depending on where one was in the country), but also the fact that people tended to drop off the face of the earth once school let out. Even if that said someone was your boyfriend and hence supposed to spend most, if not all, their summer with you.
She loathed summer camps.
It was because of said neglectful boyfriend that she was stuck at this summer camp since her parents were concerned she wasn’t getting out enough. She hated the blue shorts she had to wear, the knee high socks (but she didn’t really mind the blue jacket, that was sort of cool and it matched her hair extensions) and the fact that it was Asian. Everything around her was Asian - the food, the supervising adults and the whole frugality of it all. It positively reeked of Asian.
She didn’t exactly hate being Asian, but they were in America now. Why leave Asia in the first place if you were just going to recreate it in another country? And just because they were Asians didn’t mean that they had to go out of their way to exhibit it to the rest of the world. Besides, having been born in America, all the kids here were probably only honorary Asians or something like that, since they were mostly white on the inside.
And yet here she was, at Asian Camp (she refused to call it Happy Summer Camp or whatever the hell it was called) - as a peer counsellor, no less - and doomed to spend the next six weeks here.
Whoever came up with the idea of trying to educate the young, tech-savvy Asian kids of today the wonders of music and culture probably had the best intentions to start off with, but she expected that it would be doomed. If her younger cousins were any indication, there were no prying young Asian kids from their game consoles or mobile phones, even if you could take away their computer and Internet privileges.
“All you really have to do is teach them a few songs,” their trainer was saying. Whoops, she’d totally missed everything before. “You know, a few catchy show tunes. Just do your stuff.”
Easier said than done, of course, seeing as most of these kids were probably going to be little monsters that were spoilt rotten before their parents realised they were total ignoramuses when it came to refined culture.
“I’m supposed to do this alone?” She liked the incredulous tone of her voice as she said it. The trainer (who was sort of cute, but a little old for her tastes), chuckled.
“No, of course not. You didn’t think we’d just throw you off the deep end did you?” Actually, she had. “We’ve assigned everyone partners depending on what their talents are. You’ll meet your partner tomorrow and spend the next two weeks learning how to properly guide the children.”
“Great, sounds fun,” she lied, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door.
“See you at dinner!” her trainer called back enthusiastically. “We’re having Chinese!”
She sighed mentally. It was going to be a long summer.
--
Wondering who her counselling partner was, she made her way to the cafeteria the next morning. It was a large hall, basically, with rectangular tables lined up in rows of four down the length of the room and two sets of double doors, one of which led to a little courtyard outside. It felt sterile and unwelcoming, but she was too hungry to even care. She joined the end of the queue waiting to get food, hoping for a salad or some cereal.
Poke.
She frowned and sidled forward a little more. There weren’t that many people yet, seeing as it was only 7am in the morning, so there wasn’t really a reason for the person behind her to bump into her right? She tapped her foot impatiently as the line inched forward.
Poke.
“Hey partner.” Poke.
“Alright, that does it -” She turned around to berate the person behind her, but was brought up short. “Mike Chang?”
He grinned back at her and gave a little half-wave. He was dressed in the same blue jacket and shorts as she was, with those ridiculous knee-high socks.
“Mornin’ partner.” He took one glance at her outfit and his grinned widened. “Let me guess: your parents roped you into doing this and now you’re irritated?”
“Got it in one.” The line moved forward a bit more and Mike grabbed them each a tray. “Thanks. How about you? You don’t seem the type to be into this counselling thing.”
“Why, cos I’m a jock?” When she opened her mouth to protest, he shrugged it off. “Nah, I do this every year. My uncle runs this program.”
“Your uncle?”
“Mhmm.”
They’d reached the front of the line (finally) and she peered eagerly at that morning’s choices. Her heart sank immediately when her eyes fell on the large vat of congee bubbling happily away next to an assortment of vegetables and shredded meat. Mike raised his eyebrows at her reaction to the food while sprinkling liberal amounts of soya sauce into his bowl.
“Food not to your taste?”
She sighed.
“It’s not that.” She spooned a generous helping of shredded pork into her bowl. “I kinda felt like having a salad this morning, that’s all. Congee is a bit heavy.”
She added a helping of peanuts and diced egg for good measure. He chuckled.
“I can see that it really bothers you.”
“Hey, just because I felt like a salad doesn’t mean that I’m not hungry or I won’t eat this stuff.”
She glared at him, grabbed a spoon and some napkins, before walking off in a huff. Still amused, he followed her to a table near the door and slid into the seat opposite her. She ignored him and mixed her food around in her bowl and took a bite with more force than necessary. He ate more calmly, watching as she polished off her bowl in a matter of minutes.
“I’ll see you later.” And then she was gone.
--
She dropped onto her bed and automatically reached for her mobile phone lying on the pillow. Still no calls. Damned Artie, what kind of a boyfriend was he anyway? School had let out three weeks ago and he still hadn’t called her. And he wasn’t answering her calls either. He liked her right? Shouldn’t he at least show it once in a while?
One of the knee-high socks slid down a little and she pulled it back up angrily. She missed her regular clothes and her boots. The shorts were way too short for comfort. And her room smelled like cats. She hated cats.
There was a soft knock on her door.
“Hey, Tina, it’s Mike.”
Fantastic. Just what she needed, a visit from the director’s nephew. She stalked over to the door and opened it. He stood there, towering over her (damn his height!) and in his hand he held a plastic bag, which he dangled in front of her face.
“What’s this?”
“Caesar salad.” He handed it over. “I’m sorry if I made you angry before. And you don’t have to eat that now, we can put it in the fridge in the common room for later.”
Despite herself, she felt her lips twitch.
“I guess I could overlook this morning’s incident,” she conceded with a grin. He grinned back. “So is that all that you came for? Giving me a free lunch?”
“Mainly that,” he replied. “But also to take you to our first training session, partner.”
“Wait - what? We’re partners?”
He poked her on the forehead lightly.
“Of course we are. You sing, we both dance - weren’t you listening when they explained how they chose partners? Come on, let’s go.”
This is a test-fic. I'm not sure if I'll continue it, but leave me a comment nevertheless!! :D