Author's Notes: I'm taking this ship way to seriously. It's consuming me! And the plot bunnies have just been going crazy in my head. Scattered scenarios have been popping up here and there for Tina/Mike and they are bugging me. So to find release, I've decided to offer a series of one-shots for all of you.

Again, this is a collection of themed one-shots. A certain theme (or scenario) just comes to mind and I'd like to write about it. I may do a couple, it all depends. However, reader interaction would be absolutely lovely. So send in your themes (or scenarios).

Chapters may either be connected or not. It all depends on the mood and theme, and the timeline the story takes on. But all chapters will be stand alone stories. Genres and setups are also open for discussions. Fluffy or smutty stories are open, though story ratings will then differ.

I've always like doing themed projects, so this would definitely be fun to do. As a baseline, all themes will lead to a kiss. Just to keep things on a nice romantic level that we all just love.

So here's the first story. Enjoy. Feel free to review.

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox.

Theme: "Body Art"

Curiosity killed the cat, but he was intrigued. And he would be damned if he didn't solve this little mystery soon, or else his imagination may just get the best of him. While his impending doom may well be in the horizon, he was hell bent in solving this agonizingly tantalizing mystery.

Mike Chang was a man on a mission, and with his curiosity (and wild teenage imagination) getting the best of him, he had to do it. And with a stealthy look that could easily memorize any difficult dance move, Mike watched the object of his curiosity move across the choir room.

Oblivious to his intense stare was seventeen year old Tina Cohen-Chang as she passed Mr. Shuester and headed to the band for a quick chat.

He really should be listening to Puck and Finn as they were discussing new game tactics for their upcoming game on Friday night. But he couldn't. He was too engrossed in watching Tina joke around with the glee band. Not that he was jealous of her talking with the drummer or anything. He just wanted to watch her and finally put an end to this mystery.

"Dude, you're totally checking out Tina's ass,"

Mike felt suddenly winded and he reeled back in his seat, turning to Puck and taking in his smug smile. He blushed furiously and shook his head. "I wasn't!"

"Dude, it's alright," Puck smirked at him and nonchalantly slumped back in his seat and regarded Mike. "She has a fine ass, anyway. And besides, aren't you two dating? So it's legal to check her ass out,"

Mike wasn't sure if he should be offended or just laugh at Puck's logic. "Quit talking about her ass," he finally hissed at him, frowning in distaste. "And I wasn't checking her out,"

"Aren't you two related?"

Mike sighed and stared at Finn, who offered a very confused look in return. "No, Finn. Tina and I are not related. Chang is a very common Chinese family name in America,"

"Dude, if you two were related, that would just be total incest," Puck grinned.

"Totally," added Finn. He stopped for a moment and smiled thoughtfully. "Good thing you aren't related,"

Mike laughed and shook his head. His gaze briefly flickered towards Tina, who was now going through some sheet music with the band. Turning back his attention to his two friends, he smiled. "Incest isn't really big on my list too,"

Puck idly strummed his guitar and slumped in his chair with a smug expression on his face. "Incest isn't so bad when to sisters get in on in front of you, though," He looked rather wistful.

Mike made a face and shook his head. He faintly wondered why he was friends with Puck to begin with. Deciding not to linger on the topic, considering that Puck – despite his testosterone driven self – was a good friend, Mike turned his attention to Mr. Shue as the group settled down for practice. Tina took this moment to return to her seat next to him, they shared brief smiles, and turned their attention to their teacher.

Stealing a quick glance at Tina, Mike regarded her briefly. He would solve this mystery, if it was the last thing he would do (which, as he thought about it, it would probably be).

It really all started about a couple of days ago, when he and Tina had study period together. Opting to forgo the tables, the couple sat hidden in between the natural sciences bookshelves. For one thing, it was easier that way to get all the necessary books they needed for science class. And on another thought, it was a perfect hideaway to steal occasional kisses.

By nature, Mike Chang was a gentleman. He never beat up kids, dumped them into dumpsters, never offered lewd suggestions, and never made any crude remarks. It was safe to assume that Mike was no where near the ranks of Noah Puckerman and his perverted-ness, and Azimio and Karofsky for their Neanderthal ways. Mike Chang was genuinely a nice guy.

But then again, Mike Chang was still a red blooded teenage boy, who on occasion would definitely go by instinct if needed.

And that is why it really came to no surprise when after sharing a rather heady kiss with Tina, he openly watched her stroll towards the bookshelves across of them and briefly stared at her backside. However, what did surprise him was when she (still oblivious to his stare) stood on her toes and stretched her hand out in hopes of grabbing the biology textbook at the top shelf. Her fitted purple shirt rose slightly, revealing a familiar expanse of creamy skin, yet something caught his eye that he had definitely not seen before.

And since then, Mike was intrigued.

Practice had gone smoothly, save perhaps for Rachel's constant unsolicited advise. As the group was slowly leaving the choir room, Mike regarded Tina thoughtfully, trying to figure out his next move.

"You hungry?" he asked her, just as they were ready to leave.

Tina smiled and nodded. "A bit,"

"Want to go to my place?" he asked her as he threw his arm around her shoulders and navigated them out of the room. He smiled playfully at her. "My mom just texted. She made brownies before she left for her shift at the hospital, and they have your name written all over them,"

"I love your mom," Tina grinned and threw her arm around his waist in a hug. "Her brownies are the best,"

Laughing, Mike nodded and they made their way to his car. It didn't take them long before the two of them found themselves in the deserted Chang household, with the scent of freshly baked brownies wafting from the kitchen. To Tina's delight, they found the batch of fresh brownies on the kitchen counter with a note "To Tina and Mike with Love."

Sprawled out on the living room floor, leaning against the bottom of the couch, the two sat curled up against each other, eating brownies and idly watching television.

"That's your third one," commented Mike, while watching Tina take another square from the plate. He chuckled when she shot him an amused look.

"I can't help it," she whined and fiddled with the treat. "They're so good,"

Laughing, Mike reached out and with his thumb, wiped a crump away from the corner of her lips. "I can see that,"

Tina made a face at him and nudged him playfully, before settling back into his embrace and nibbling on the brownie. They fell into comfortable silence as they watched Dirty Dancing on television. Mike spared Tina a glance, noting that she seemed too engrossed in the movie (and brownies) right now to take notice of anything else. It was now his time to act, or this growing curiosity may well eat him up alive.

Discreetly sparing a glance at her hips, which jutted out as she curled into his side, his left hand traveled from her waist to her hips where the hemlines of her t-shirt and pleated skirt met. He felt Tina shift in his embrace, he faintly wondered if she was on to him. Or maybe she just liked what he was doing. He began to fiddle with the hem of her shirt, tracing soft patterns on her hips and discreetly moving the fabric in hopes of getting better access to skin. He hoped he didn't sound like Puck at the moment.

"What are you doing?" Tina sounded amused, not bothering to lift her head from his chest and she continued to watch the movie. She felt his warm fingers ghost across her skin and she shivered in excitement.

Mike tensed and his fingers stopped on her hips. "I, uh," he swallowed nervously and all of the sudden the chipped paint job of the living room coffee table became very interesting.

Tina shifted and regarded him with an amused expression. She felt his fingers flex on her hips and grinned. "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing!" his voice suddenly became an octave higher and she laughed.

"Don't tell me you've been talking with Puck," she nudged him and sat up, though his hand did not seem to leave her side. "I'd be worried,"

Mike laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry, I bring no Puck advice with me,"

"Good," Tina said, but still regarded him with a suspicious look. "What's with you? You've been jumpy these days. And, you've been staring, though I don't mind the attention,"

"You noticed?" Mike looked surprised and he chuckled to himself. So much for being discreet.

"Of course, I did. Do you have any idea how heavy your stares are sometimes?" Tina smirked. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Though again, I don't mind at all,"

"I'm busted, am I?" Mike chuckled.

"Very much," Tina looked at him. "So what's the deal?"

Mike laughed sheepishly and once again absently started to fiddle with the hem of her t-shirt. His gaze drifted from her face to her side and back to her face, where an amused smile played on her lips. "It's just, that…I…uh,"

"C'mon, Mike, spill," Tina looked highly amused by his sudden bashfulness. Though she had a feeling where this was leading to, she liked milking the moment for what its worth. Despite of them dating for quite a while now, they could still have their shy moments with each other.

He faintly wondered if he was doomed, but went for the kill anyway. She seemed amused of the situation anyway. And he had a feeling she knew what he meant anyway. "I, uh, want to see,"

"See what?" She looked at him playfully and shifted in her seat, drawing herself closer to him.

His gaze flickered to her waist as her t-shirt rode up her hips, showing once again a sliver of skin. Mike swallowed. "When did you get a tattoo?" he finally asked, his resolve broken.

Tina laughed but still blushed heartily, realizing that he must seriously have kept on looking at her for him to actually see the body art. That, and he actually kept track of what was to find on her body. She blushed even more. "I don't have a tattoo," she finally supplied, smiling at him in a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.

"But that thing on your back?" he asked, his gaze dropping to the small of her back and looking at the covered flesh intently. "I swear I saw something when we were at the library on Monday,"

"It's a henna tattoo, nothing permanent," Tina grinned at him. "My parents would kill me if I got a real tattoo," she watched him still watching her back intently. She wondered what he was thinking. "My cousin is a design major, and she's trying to earn some extra cash by doing henna tattoos on the side. I kind of was her experiment over the weekend. I have a few more,"

To say that Mike wasn't interested where exactly these tantalizing henna designs were located would have been a lie. He sat up and looked at her with interest. "You do?"

Grinning cheekily, Tina leaned into him. "You want to find out?"

"I want to see," Mike told her, mentally breathing a sigh of relief that he was still alive. He figured that perhaps, it wasn't much of a big deal after all. Apparently, Tina found his curiosity highly amusing. And by the looks where this as all leading to, it definitely paid off to be curious once in a while.

Tina laughed. "And this has been bothering you all week?" she asked, while shifting in her position and turning her back towards him. She heard him chuckle.

"I was worried that you'd take this in the wrong way, or something," he confessed, while watching her move.

"Aren't you cute?" Tina laughed and looking over her shoulder, she made a face at him. Looking down, she held the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it, revealing her back to Mike. And on her left hip, resting just where her black pleated skirt began, a delicate drawing of a butterfly could be seen. Though the black ink was still clearly visible, it was clear that it slowly began to fade.

Mike imagined something along the lines of a dragon or a skull. But than again, with Tina, one could never be sure. He chuckled and looked amused at the dainty butterfly. Without warning, his hand brushed against her hip and traced the little creature. He smiled when he felt her shudder. "I never imagined you were a butterfly kind of girl,"

"It's cute," Tina said rather breathlessly after she felt his fingers graze her hips. Pushing aside her hair, she revealed another henna design on the nape of her neck. A simple swirly sun, which looked rather crooked. "My cousin kind of went overboard with the practice,"

"I can see," Mike chuckled, taking in the crooked sun on her neck. He brushed her hair back into place and grinned at her when she shifted again and face him. "More?"

"Just one last," Tina blushed and felt her blood roar in her ears. Leaning back a bit and resting her back against the couch, she lifted the hem of her t-shirt and shimmied down slightly her skirt. Resting just on her right hipbone was an intricate Chinese character design that both of them knew very well. Love.

Mike swallowed, finally realizing the intimacy of this moment. From staring intently at the all too familiar Chinese character, to her breathless face, he blushed and swallowed. "It's beautiful," he finally said and placed his hand on her hip, and allowed his thumb to dangerously drag itself along the slowly fading ink.

"Yeah," Tina shuddered at his touch and took a sharp intake of breath. She closed her eyes when she felt him lean in. Suddenly it became hard to breathe. The brownies were forgotten.

"I like it," Mike breathed, and a small smile played on his lips as his thumb traced patters on her skin. Taking advantage of the moment, he leaned in and hovered inches from her face.

"Good," Tina whispered, her eyes opened and they were darker than usual. They exchanged soft smiles. "It's for you,"

Mike chuckled breathily and nodded. Closing the distance, he kissed her fully on the lips, pushing himself up against her and allowing his other hand to rest against the nape of her neck. It was a long and languid kiss, that earned him a soft whimper from Tina. With a final nibble on her bottom lip, he pulled away and she gazed up at him with heavy eyelids. He smiled.

"Wo ai ni," (I love you)

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review and share your (kiss) themes (scenarios). Will try to pick a few.