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A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! I didn't have high expectations (I honestly would've been happy with one review), so the reviews really made me smile. You warmed my heart. Seriously. XD I'll personally reply this weekend, after my classes.

I squeed big time at this: MIKE FINALLY SINGS! (I cannot wait for episode 4.) And, well, sure it's not a solo, but even better for my Mike/Tina heart, IT'S A MIKE AND TINA DUET! (From the EW's Ausiello Files) Um, I hope none of you were spoiled in a bad way. Sorry. I just had to share my happiness with the world. (And I haven't fully figured out this website's document formatting yet so I couldn't do the whole 'highlight if you want to read and be spoiled' kind of thing.) That bit of information motivated me to go ahead with a second part for this story. :P It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I couldn't help myself.

Let me just say I'm not from the US (and am clueless as to the registration system schedule and how close it is to the first day of classes), I've never been to summer camp, and neither have I played 'Halo,' so I apologize for anything that may be factually inconsistent. Feel free to correct me so I can edit accordingly. ^_^ Thanks and enjoy reading!

Tina felt the color spread across her face. Jasmine and Lei, the female camp counselors she was closest to, told her about the bet between the male counselors as to the winner of the FIFA World Cup. She wasn't much of a sports fan, so she really couldn't make heads or tails of it all. (Jazz tried to explain the intricacies of football/soccer over dinner before, but Tina just couldn't get it.) Apparently Spain won over the Netherlands. Tina couldn't care less ("Trust me, sports fan or not, you have to see the Spanish team. Lots of cuties," Lei gushed), but Mike had been rooting for the Netherlands. And his team had lost.

Which was ostensibly the reason why he, along with Ken, Daniel, and Stephen, showed up at breakfast wearing the camp uniform sans inner shirts.

The other counselors erupted in hoots and laughter. "Nothing like eye candy to start the day," Jazz grinned deviously.

"Amen," Lei said, looking on appreciatively.

Tina could only stare at Mike, his open jacket revealing a finely chiseled torso.

"Viva España!" Alex called out.

"Iniesta got lucky!" Stephen retorted while in line for food.

"I know Mike looks yummy enough to eat, but try to pick up your jaw from the floor," Lei leaned to whisper in Tina's ear. "The camp director might show up anytime now."

Tina turned even redder (if it was at all possible).

"Hey hon," Daniel said, kissing Jazz on the cheek before taking the seat next to her. Tina, who had been a camp counselor for three years now, still found it extremely cute how the polar opposites had become an item the year before and were still going strong.

"I did tell you Spain would win. But did you listen to your girlfriend? No," Jazz admonished with a smile, lightly punching his arm before placing her head on his shoulder.

"I'm not hearing any complaint from you about his change in attire though," Stephen spoke up, eliciting more laughs from everyone.

"I'm starting to think you lost the bet on purpose so you can flaunt your abs and make us guys feel insecure," Ken told Mike in mock anger.

Mike laughed. "Hey, Tee can vouch that I am a bona fide Netherlands fan. The guys in our club actually had a discussion on the World Cup." He looked at Tina.

"Um, yeah. That's true. His best friend Matt was trying to get him to jump ship to the Spanish side," she said, trying not to stare at him.

What she was doing was wrong. She had a boyfriend. A very nice and sweet guy waiting for her back in Lima.

"I need to make a phone call, I'll be back," she said as she bolted out of her chair. Once outside the mess hall, she whipped out her phone and called Artie. It took three calls before he picked up.

"Artie! How are you? I –"

"Hey babe, can I call you back? I'm in the middle of an epic 'Halo' run right now, I don't want to break my streak."

"Oh." She heard the game's sound effects in the background. He hadn't even bothered to pause. "Okay."

"You're awesome, Tina."

"I miss –" beep beep beep "– you," Tina said to the busy signal. Artie had already put down the phone. She sighed.

This was not how a relationship was supposed to work. Tina was sure of that now. She couldn't understand how a nice guy like Artie could be such a jerk sometimes. She deserved more. She went back inside and sat in front of her now-cold half-finished pancakes, listening to the others' conversation.

"You all right?" Mike asked her quietly. Lei had left while she had called Artie, and Mike now occupied the seat next to Tina.

She nodded. "What did I miss?"

"Alex and the other guys refuse to cut us slack, so we Dutch supporters have to wear the camp uniform this way until dinner. We've established that Jazz has no problem with that –" Tina laughed at his last statement "– but Daniel has raised concerns as to the reactions of the campers." He offered her one of the hash browns on his plate. "It's still warm."

She got one, smiling at the gesture. "Thanks." She took a couple of bites. "What's on our schedule today?" The two of them were in charge of the music program for the kid campers.

"It's 'The King and I,' right up your alley," he said, showing her the list.

"I love that musical," Tina gushed. "This is great." She finished off the hash brown. "I'll meet you there, okay? I'll just get the songbook from the office. I don't think you should be there, Mrs. Park might throw a fit," she added with a grin.

Mike huffed. "You're right. Go, I'll see you in a bit," he smiled.

Tina remembered how worried she had been about summer with Mike since he wrote on her English paper. How awkward would it be? She shouldn't have stressed about it. It was Mike, after all. The first day of camp, which was also the first time they had seen each other since the last day of school, went by like a normal day. He grinned at her and talked like nothing had happened.

Well, nothing had happened. Nothing at all.

He never brought up his comment on her essay.

The one that she now kept in her wallet.

The one that she unfolded and read every night since he gave it to her.

The one that Lei had seen her reading the other evening.

"Is that a letter from the boyfriend?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh. No, this is my English paper," Tina replied, folding it along its worn creases.

"You like your paper that much? Did you get an A+ on it or something?"

"I got an A, actually, which supposedly is pretty high for my teacher. But no, that's not why I keep it." She bit her lip. "Can I ask you something?"

"I'm all ears."

She handed the other girl the paper. "Well, we had to comment on a random paper Mr. Harris gave us." She watched Lei as the latter read her essay.

"Oh my gosh, this is so sweet! Nice essay, by the way."

"I know. And thank you."

"You are lucky with that Artie."

"He's not my classmate in English."

Lei's mouth dropped. "Do you know who wrote it? It's not some prankster right?"

Tina nodded. "It's Mike."

She squealed. "I knew it! I had a feeling about him!"

"Lei! Keep it down!" She added, "I feel like such a bad girlfriend for having it with me all the time."

"Tina, everyone in camp knows you call your boyfriend everyday."

"…not that I've had an actual conversation with him. He's been playing video games ever since summer began."

The other girl knitted her eyebrows. "Have you talked to him about it? Oh. Right. He hasn't talked to you much. Got it. Well, it's quite a situation you're in. Everyone in camp also knows there's something with you and Mike." She elaborated upon Tina's questioning look. "I don't know if this makes sense, but when you two are together, there's just… something. Sort of like Daniel and Jazz. Palpable chemistry. Air crackling with electricity, sometimes you feel like you shouldn't approach them because you might intrude upon a moment, that sort of thing."

"But… I have a boyfriend."

"Yes, we've established that. But Tina, the fact that you read this every night with a dreamy smile on your face says something. I don't know Artie, but I think you need to reevaluate your feelings. You should be in a relationship because you want to, not because you feel like you have to."

Tina put her head in her hands. "I know. It's not fair to Artie, and it's not fair to Mike."

Lei got up and hugged her. "Tina, you have to think of yourself too, okay? Just take some time to think about it. You're a sensible girl."

Class had begun, and Tina wasn't feeling very sensible at all.

Mike had led the kids in doing stretching exercises. His muscles shifted with his every move. Why he kept the jacket open in front of the kids, she didn't know.

Right. The consequence to that bet.

Tina couldn't really remember anymore.

Mike was a dancer, so she knew he was fit, but she didn't realize he was that fit. He made their silly camp uniform look cool. And, Tina had to admit, he was hot. Not that she hadn't noticed before. She remembered that time the boys did the mash-up of 'It's My Life' and 'Confessions Part II.' She also remembered their choreography for 'Crazy in Love/Hair.' She unconsciously fanned herself with her left hand.

"Tina will be singing 'Getting to Know You' from the musical 'The King and I.' Anyone here know the song?" Mike asked in a cheerful tone.

A couple of kids raised their hands, eyes never leaving the cell phones they held in the other. For this set of kids, that level of interaction was major progress.

"Great! It's a really nice song, so listen well."

Tina's memory wasn't clear on what happened after that. She had started singing, and Mike was doing some freestyle dance, and he stepped in front of her, and next thing she knew, she was standing on tiptoe and he was leaning down and they met at the middle and kissed.

Some time later, the different sounds of camera phones finally registered and broke through the fireworks. The two broke apart, both breathing unevenly. Mike held her by her waist, while Tina's right hand clutched Mike's hair and her left hand rested on his chest.

"Wow," she said, still reeling from the heady kiss. And then realization hit Tina. "Oh my God the kids." She clutched his jacket, mortified.

She felt Mike's chest rumble as he chuckled. "We are in so much trouble."

Mrs. Park, the camp director, reassigned Mike to the teens' section because of what the other camp counselors now referred to as the 'Chang2 incident.' Tina was paired with Jazz for the kids' music class, which was fine with her. Jazz was a self-confessed klutz though ("There's a reason why I just sing. That's because my cousin Sunshine doesn't have anything on me, and I can't dance"), so Tina handled the dance exercises. Strangely enough, the kids were now more receptive of her and the lessons.

"I don't get it, you said these kids were like mini-nerds and antisocial geeks or something," Jazz whispered at the end of one session, after bringing the kids to their theatre class two rooms away. "I've never seen a bunch of kids so enthusiastic to sing and dance to 'Do-Re-Mi.'"

"They were. After, uh, Mike and I, well, they suddenly acted nicer and wanted to get involved," Tina whispered back.

She snickered. "I guess they approve of your partnership."

"It's not funny Jazz! I couldn't even look at them." She still blushed at the memory.

Mike turned to face the children, Tina standing still behind him. "Um, hey, guys. Sorry about that. We… got distracted."

One girl squeaked, "Can you get distracted more often?"

"What?" Tina's voice went up an octave.

"This could be one of my best blog entries," another kid piped up.

"Ah, you can't do that. No posting of pictures please," Mike said.

"Videos, then?"

"Definitely no videos either," Tina interrupted, stepping beside Mike, her arms crossed.

"How about this. We'll borrow your gadgets, delete whatever video or picture you may have taken, and you get chocolate fudge ice cream. But we have to keep everything a secret," Mike said as he squatted to look the kids in the eyes.

"But they don't have choco fudge ice cream here," the little boy in front said, eyes large.

"For you guys, there's ice cream today," Mike grinned. "Only a scoop each though, and you let Tina delete the files, all right?"

"Yay!"

He stood up. "Great. I'll be a second, okay? It'll be our secret. You guys stay put." He walked to the door.

Tina followed him. "Are we really bribing them?" she whispered.

"That's the only idea I've got. They haven't had ice cream in weeks."

"But there's no ice cream in stock here. The camp's an ice cream-free zone."

"I have a gallon stashed in the freezer at the cabin I share with Ken and the other guys." At her questioning gaze, he replied, "We're guys. You should see our junk food cabinet."

"I can't believe we're bribing the kids," she moaned, hanging her head.

"Hey," he said softly, raising her chin so she could meet his gaze. "It's going to be fine. We'll fix this."

"I still can't believe the camp director was more scandalized by the ice cream than our, er, impulsive actions," Tina groaned.

Jazz laughed. "Well, the kids love you two. Look how they haven't spoken about it to anyone. It was the used plastic cups that gave you away. I suppose Mrs. Park feared a bunch of hyper and sugar high children more than two teens with raging hormones. Apparently moral corruption isn't high on her list."

"Jazz!"

"Sorry, I was kidding. Okay, shutting up. Tell me though, how are things between you and Mike?"

Tina couldn't help smiling. "I can't really describe it. Good? We talked after the damage control with the kids. I guess you can say we're taking it slow."

Mike and Tina sat next to each other on the piano bench.

"So. About that…"

Tina blurted, "I'll go first, before I lose my nerve. I like you, Mike. But it's all very confusing for me," she confessed. "Artie still is my boyfriend, after all."

A look of pain flitted across his features before he put on an impassive face.

"Wait, let me finish." She traced the outline of his jaw. "I don't know what this is, but I do know that I want to find out. But I can't do this yet. Not until I've ended things with Artie."

Mike took her hand, absently drawing patterns on her palm. "I totally agree with you. I want to do this right."

"I can't do a Joe Jonas text kiss-off," Tina said. "Make that any technology-based kind of dumping. I'll break it off when we get back home."

"I understand," he replied. He let go of her hand and hugged her. "I'll wait."

"Thank you," she murmured into Mike's ear.

"Can I just say you two are adorable?"

"Jazz, we're not together."

"Not yet," she said with a grin.

Tina actually got back to Lima a week before the start of classes, but Artie was off at a gamers' convention. When he got back, he wanted her to join him for another 'Coming Home' marathon, which she declined. She finally managed to talk to him face to face on registration day. She wanted to end things amicably with Artie. He was, after all, her first boyfriend.

But he had to say, "I was playing a marathon round of 'Halo,' woman!"

She couldn't help herself. "Mike tries to be into what I'm into… like his abs," she smirked. Tina felt a bit bad about what her jibe implied, but he was acting like a jerk.

"So that's what this is about. My handicap." He had followed her.

She turned to face him, shaking. "Don't even make this about your disability, Artie, because it's not. I told you, you're a bad boyfriend. You don't respect me." Her voice softened. "Please. I want us to be friends. Or at least civil to each other after this. You need to work on yourself attitude-wise. You're a great guy, Artie. I mean it. Things just aren't working out with us."

"Then tell me how to make it work."

"I can't. I've been trying to fix our relationship for so long, and then it hit me why I couldn't. I was the only one who cared about it. I want to be in a normal relationship, where I'm not the only one determined to make things work. Mike cares about me." She smiled at the thought of Mike. "I'd like to see where things go with him."

"Please, Tina. One more chance."

"You already had your chance," she sighed. "If I ever meant anything to you, please respect my decision. You owe me that much."

His mouth was set in a grim line. "All right. But I'm not giving up on us, Tina."

"There hasn't been an us for some time now, Artie." She walked away.

Mike and Tina stood a few feet away from the choir room.

"I want you to have this," he said. "Not to worry, I had it washed."

She opened the package. Inside was a hoodie, with 'Mike C.' woven on the front at the right side of the chest area. "Your camp jacket," she said with a smile. "This'll be huge on me, you know."

"Nonsense. It'll be perfect," he replied, kissing her briefly. "So, you ready?" he offered his hand.

She took it with her free hand, lacing their fingers together. "I am now."

Together, they walked to the first glee club meeting of the year.

Another A/N: So yeah, polar opposite compared to the first part. Fluffier (I need to improve on my light romance writing), non-dramatic (generally), you get my drift. Took on a life of its own really. I blame the summer camp scene from 2.01. (The original characters were necessary to my storyline. So the bribing kids thing? Pretty implausible, but I was thinking Glee's very insane like that anyway. Do kids nowadays sell their souls for ice cream?) And the thought of the upcoming Mike/Tina fluff in 2.04. (Two more weeks! Wait. That's the day before my third final exam for the semester. Oh heck. Wish me luck.) Next story's in the works already, but I may not have time to churn it out until the 24th or something. Depends on law school. Please cross your fingers for me!

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XOXO,

Ms Yu