The Next Step Oneshots

Cliché

For: fruitymoons1 ♥️

They've just arrived at Dancemania. He feels on top of the world. This is his chance to be known, to get out there, and to do it with his team. And her. His fingertips spark at the thought of her. He turns to compliment her, but she's not there.
"Hey," He says, loud enough for everyone to stop in their tracks, "Where's Pipes?"
"She went to get some air." Emily replies. Then, at his expression, she adds, "Yes, go on then." He gives a small, appreciative smile and pushes through the double doors.

It's raining. Heavily. He runs a hand through his wet hair. He sees her. She's shivering and his first instinct is to protect her. He takes off his jacket and approaches her from behind. Once he's behind her, he holds it above the both of them, shielding them from the world. She looks up in surprise.
"I'm fine." She can feel him raise his eyebrows. "Okay, not super fine."
"What's up?" She leans back into his warm chest.
"I'm freaking out." She replies, as if it's not the vaguest statement she could have made.
"You're going to have to be more precise."
"This is everything I've ever wanted. An exciting competition, a team who are my family, the most supportive best friend in the universe, and you, who I'm so in love with it scares me."
"Right," He responds. The insides of him glow when she says she's in love with him. If they weren't standing on a drenched pavement, he probably would've flipped to celebrate. "What's so awful about that?
"I just told you I'm in love with you?"
"I'm circling back to it."
"Now that I have it all, I can lose it. In a very big way."
"Firstly, you're not losing me. Better luck next time. The team and Amy are in it for the long haul too. And Dancemania. Yes, we might screw it up."
"Or, I might screw it up."
"Do I need to sing for you again? Because I thought my point was pretty clear. We're in this together." He gets a laugh, which he's proud of. "You're going to be great. We are."
She nods, finally.
"So, you're in love with me? Interesting."
"You're not…you're not going to say it back?" Her voice is quiet. And high-pitched. She swallows.
"You know I'm in love with you. I, Finn, am head over heels for you." He drapes her in his jacket and leans in to kiss her.
"Uh, no!" She pulls back and holds her hands up. He lets go of her, startled.
"You're not kissing me in the rain!" She giggles at the cliché.
"I see." He proceeds to lift her up.
"What are you doing?" She exclaims, eyes wide, as he carries back through those double doors. He puts her down gently.

"Kissing you indoors."

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