Klaine One Shots

Dance Into My Heart

Kurt is a ballet dancer and Blaine is a student at NYADA. Their story of how music brings them together.

Oh god this is so long. I really should have broken this up into several parts, but it just kept coming. Sorry it took so long for me to write this....

His arms were shaking, which Kurt just knew was going to bring hell down on him. But he couldn't help it, you try lifting a human being straight above your head over and over, see how much your arms are shaking. But of course, Kurt can't say that, seeing as his teacher has and did more than that when he was a dancer.

"Hummel, stop shaking your arms! You look like you're about to drop her!" And there it is. The familiar and ice shattering bark of his ballet teacher, Mr. Brodeur.  Kurt looks up at Brittney who is still somehow managing to hold herself gracefully, despite the fact that they've been doing this over and over again for the past hour.

"And, release," Brodeur says, and everyone moves simultaneously, letting their partners down to the floor. Kurt rubs his tired arms, and Brittney looks up at him worriedly.

"Are you okay?" She whispers. Kurt nods, even though she is standing in front of him with her head forward, knowing she can't see.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry," he whispers back, looking at his teacher as he paces back and forth, stressing about the importance of the upcoming auditions of Swan Lake. Kurt swallows past the dryness in his throat as he continues, wanting that lead with every fiber of his being. He sees Brittney tense her shoulders before rolling them back in determination, she wants it too.

The two have been dance partners for as long as Kurt can really remember. They both enrolled at the New York Academy of Ballet when they were young, and quickly became each other's partners. Their friendship only grew along with their partnership, which helped them grow further at dancing. Brodeur finally excuses the class and everyone hurries out of the dance room, glad the day is finally over.

"I hate that guy," Kurt groans, running at his sore biceps. Brittney smiles sympathetically at him.

"He stopped yelling at me at least," she smiles, and Kurt can't help but roll his eyes playfully at her, bumping into her shoulder lightly.

"He never yells at you, Brit. He loves you," he tells the girl. Brittney shrugs, stopping at the staircase where they usually go their separate ways.

"Are you coming tonight?" She asks. Kurt smiles widely, wrapping her in a sweaty hug.

"I would never miss your birthday celebration, Brit. Of course I'll be there tonight," he states. Brittney gives him a thousand watt smile, looking so pleased with herself.

"Well, because it's my birthday, I do have a request," she trails off, and Kurt already knows where this will be going before she even tries to finish.

"Brit, I can't," he states simply, but she is not giving up, grabbing his hand and pleading with him with her eyes,

"You can, Kurt. You do it so good, but you just choose not to. But it's my birthday, please?" She begs, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes big and almost like they were tearing up. Wait, crap, they were. Kurt sighs, running a hand through his sweaty hair and pushing it back away from his face.

"Okay, okay, okay! I will. Just, stop looking at me like that!" Kurt breaks, and Brittney immediately brightens, squealing and clapping her hands.