Credit to KittleKrattle for the art in the cover! The text was done by me using Typorama and the font is their Merry Christmas font. Lance has a talent for dance, and has trained at the Chateau des Leon classical dance studio, for as long as he can remember, to the point where all music sounds dull to him, only a rhythm to count off to and choreograph. But when he catches a street dancer sneaking into the studio to practice, music suddenly turns vibrant and colorful, watching the trespasser's dance. He immediately falls for this intoxicating dancing (and maybe its preformer too ;)). But knowing only the strict precise world of classical dance, Lance is torn, between the suave, professional dancing he's always known, and the expierimental, blood-pounding world of street dance. He must learn to juggle the two (and keep it a secret from his hawk-eyed instructor) or choose, between the pounding blood, or the fluid waves, street dance or ballet.

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385