"That is strange... especially the fact that you two seem to be really similar... and not just physically. But you seem to be talking to me just fine." It was true, if Tina hadn't known any better, she wouldn't have suspected that he didn't have a way with words. But she couldn't comment on the cooler or gets girls comment because, well, she didn't know how to. "I'm sure he's not trying to steal your identity. I mean... I don't know. It's strange."
As they danced, Tina was letting herself fall into the familiar motions of the dance, the familiar steps. She wasn't as good a dancer as Mike or Brittany, but she was still good. It was a way her parents were able to keep her busy while they weren't around. Dance classes and giving her to Mike's mom to look after her when she was younger.
"What about me? There's not much to say... I'm Tina, the resident goth of Glee club and I faked a stutter for years to avoid talking to people..." Shrugging, Tina looked up at her dance partner and canted her head to the side. Really, she didn't know what else there was to say about herself. She wasn't pretty and popular, she was just... Tina.