Disclaimer: I own nothing. Glee writers and producers own everything.
Author's Note: It has been a really long time since I have written any sort of fanfiction, but I can't get over Quinn and Mike's beauty. I have been told that their ship name is "Fabang", so I hope you enjoy this "Fabang" fic! :)

{ Chapter 1 }

"Mike Chang."

Quinn, Santana and Brittany were sitting on Brittany's bed, talking about the football players that they hooked up with during the past school year. The list was exhaustive and they soon realized it was easier to pick out the boys they had not kissed. Not surprisingly, this list was much shorter. They narrowed the list down to two untouched football players, including Mike Chang. Quinn was familiar with the devious smiles on their faces, so she decided to play along.

"What about Mike Chang?" Quinn asked, playing with the edges of Brittany's pillowcase.

Santana raised her eyebrows at her before responding, "Have you slept with him?"

"Oh god, no!" Quinn's response sounded defensive, but she had nothing against Number 22. She never paid too much attention to him on the field, but she assumed that he wasn't terrible since he never screwed up the game. He was relatively tall and kind of cute if you were into that dopey, adorable type. His smile was kind of crooked, but that could easily be seen as endearing instead of stupid. In Glee Club, he obviously had the best dance moves. Like everyone else in the club, Quinn admired his ability to move his body. Although he did not look as burly as Finn or Puck, she could not forget the rumor flying around school that he had Apollo's abs.

"Made out?" Santana puckered her lips at Quinn and rolled over onto her back.

Quinn shook her head in disbelief at her pushy friend, "Never."

Santana glanced quickly at Brittany before asking once more, "Just a peck?"

"Nope," Quinn shrugged. Even at every party that the football team and Cheerios had, she was never paired with Mike. The bottle never pointed to him. They never ended up in the closet to explore for seven minutes. No drinking game ever brought them together.

Brittany hugged her pillow tightly and interjected, "I heard that if you kiss Mike Chang, you are initiated into a secret ninja gang."

Santana laughed and affectionately patted her arm before turning her attention back to Quinn. She shook her head disapprovingly and asked, "How can you even call yourself Head Cheerleader?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and responded, "He's just a nice guy. It's never crossed my mind."

"Well, I dare you to fuck him," Santana stated smugly. She was smirking, but Quinn knew that she was serious. Santana loved playing matchmaker for both relationships and hook ups.

"And what do I get out of this?" Quinn asked, unsure if the benefits outweighed the costs. She slept with the dancing football player and got what? The official title of 'Head Slut' in school? Nevertheless, she was never one to back down from a challenge. There was a reason why she was at the top of the high school food chain after all.

"His virginity?" Brittany offered, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe he'll follow you around like a puppy afterward and he can be like, your own slave and personal belly dancer."

As appealing as it was to have someone bring her coffee and to dance at her command, Quinn did not think that was enough of an incentive to sleep with a guy. In fact, if she were being honest, it took a lot more for her to sleep with someone. Contrary to popular belief at McKinley, she was not easy. It was just that her reputation changed as more football players tried to steal her kisses while she was tipsy. Rumors of guys getting "lucky" with Quinn Fabray were more memorable than the reality of her refusing to sleep with them. She was no saint, though. She found nothing wrong with sliding past any of the other bases. In fact, like most girls, including Santana, she had no problem with tainting a poor, innocent boy. Yet Quinn found herself resisting the thought when it came to Mike.

Brittany seemed to read her thoughts because she asked, "What if you just make out with him? Then you can kiss me and Santana and we can all be secret ninjas with Mike."

Santana scoffed, "Oh, that is too easy for Quinn."

"But Santana," Brittany pouted. "I've always wanted to be a ninja."

Santana succumbed to the idea, "Fine… If you make out with the Ballerina, I'll sing whatever song you want me to at Glee Club. If you fail, you can sing a song of our choice," Santana said and winked.

"And a banana split," Brittany added cheerfully. "With an extra cherry."

Quinn laughed at the stakes and nodded in agreement. Sue would hate it if either of them ate a banana split before their competition. Every pound mattered when it came to cheerleading. On top of this, they could possibly embarrass themselves in front of Mr. Schue. She knew that Santana would not be forgiving when choosing one for her to sing in front of the Glee Club. The last time she made a similar bet with someone, Puck had to sing "Take You Down" to poor, blushing Tina. Despite the slight fear of embarrassment, she also knew that she had this wager in the bag. Santana should know better - Nice guys were her specialty. When she first started dating Finn, he used to be one of those "nice guys" who was even too afraid to hold her hand. After she was done with him, it wasn't long until he couldn't stop inviting her into the back seat of his car.

Santana's lips curled and she rolled back onto her stomach to face Quinn. The smile on Santana's face was one of victory. Quinn knew that it wouldn't be long until she wore that same smug look.

"So it's settled," Santana said decisively. "You'll seduce the dancing panda."

{The Next Day}

Mike walked through the hallways of McKinley with his earphones in, listening to Lights by Ellie Goulding. As he made his way through the crowd of drug addicts and headed towards his locker, he envisioned a free-spirited contemporary dance between a guy and a girl. He imagined a combination of swift, fluid, but contracted movements. He anticipated the chorus of the song and channeled the urge to start dancing into his fingers. He tapped his fingers on his binder to the beat of the song and slid dramatically toward his locker. He opened it and started putting his books away quickly so he could jog to the cafeteria and beat the line for the tater tots.

You show the lights that stop me turn to sto—

His music stopped suddenly. Slightly taken aback, Mike looked down to find a cheerleader holding his earphones and smiling sweetly. One look into her hazel eyes and his heart rate immediately skyrocketed. It wasn't just any ordinary cheerleader that ruined his dance vision, but rather Quinn Fabray. Mike was somewhat confused since Quinn never talked to him unless she was tipsy off a couple bottles of Smirnoff Apple Ice at one of Puck's house parties. That fact usually didn't bother him since he knew that she was sort of marked as the Quarterback's girl. After a couple seconds, he realized that she was just looking at him, awaiting his response.

"Uh, hey, Quinn… Um, what's… up?"

He sounded like he was asked to recite the periodic table in five seconds, starting with the highest atomic number. To his surprise, she did not seem affected by his inability to speak coherently like a normal human being. Instead, she twirled his earphones around her finger and tilted her head to the side with that same intriguing smile on her face. He could count on his hand the number of times they had spoken in the past, so he couldn't help but feel a bit enthralled.

"I heard that you are the man to go to if I need help in biology," she said, placing one hand on her hip. "Is this true?"

"Oh yeah? I have been helping some of the football players keep their C average. So I guess you can call me Bioman! Saving innocent bystanders from the evil Miss Floyd!" Mike said excitedly. He felt stupid mid-sentence, but for some reason, he couldn't stop talking. "Why? You need help before our midterm?"

He wanted to hit his head against his locker when he saw the smirk on her face, which was undoubtedly from his ridiculous superhero talk. Luckily, she simply answered, "Yeah, I need to get a solid B in order to be allowed on the squad for this year's competition. Think you help me out?"

"Of course," Mike agreed and closed his locker. He started walking towards the cafeteria, but she seemed to be heading the opposite direction. He mentally cursed himself for going the wrong direction, but continue walking backwards.

"Meet me after school by the fire hydrant, Bioman," Quinn said, lowering her voice as she used his self-proclaimed superhero name and spun around to leave.

Mike nervously rubbed the back of his neck, trying to refrain from watching her skirt move in time with her hips. A couple seconds passed before he answered belatedly, "… Okay, see you then!"

He turned around and put his earphones back in as he walked in the direction of the cafeteria. Part of him was upset that he would now be the last person in line at lunch, which meant his tater tots would definitely be the soggiest. He was about to slouch over at his new realization until another thought hit him. The most gorgeous girl in school just asked him to be her tutor for his easiest subject. He was simultaneously shocked, excited and deeply embarrassed because of his new superhero alias. Mike also felt confused and wondered why she chose him, but the inquiry quickly evaporated when he walked through the cafeteria doors.