Blaine punches the address Mike has given him into his car navigation. He drives through Lima not knowing what he should be looking for as the female voice tells him he has reached his destination. He slows down and looks around, he sees Mike next to a small parking lot, leaning against a white wall. He parks his car and quicky exits to walk up to Mike.
"I've got something to show you." Mike tells him with a slight grin on his face.
They enter a side door of the white building, a narrow and bad lit corridor takes them to a dark blue door. It's dented and patchy; mended a few times too often.
Mike opens it revealing a fair size dance studio. Mirrors on all sides. A wooden bar on the right. The shiny oak floor reflects the strings of lightbulbs above.
Blaine takes in a deep breath and sighs. This room looks amazing, even though it's clearly old and scratchy, it's the best room Blaine has ever seen.
He notices a large table, with a huge stereo on it, pushed against the mirror on the left. With plates set for two, food in little white boxes. He sighs and smiles at how sweet this is.
"Do you like it?" Mike asks. "I practise here all the time. I even have a key." He says smiling and waving a small silver key.
"This is the best room ever." Blaine exclaims. Staring up at the pretty lightbulbs.
Mike smiles as he takes Blaine's hand, pulling Blaine towards the set table. They sit down next to each other as Mike re-positions the boxes. "Wow'" Blaine says still looking around. "You come here all the time?'" "Yeah." Mike tells him opening one of the boxes. "This is amazing Mike." Blaine tells him as he looks at the set table. "Really amazing." He looks at Mike smiling.
Mike looks back smiling with a sweet accomplished look on his face. "Do you like eggrolls?" He asks showing Blaine the contents of the white box he's holding.
"Yeah. Those look delicious." He responds. They eat dinner discussing their mutual love of green beans.
Both full and leaning back into their chairs. "Well, I was going to teach you how to Salsa" Mike says rubbing is stomach "I'm too full now. We'll have to wait."
"Aw. I would love to Salsa." Blaine pouts as he puts another eggroll in his mouth.
Mike smiles at him turning on the stereo. They get up and Mike positions Blaine in the middle of the studio, facing the wooden bar, his back towards the table. He takes Blaine's hands and places them on Blaine's sides, he hold his wrists as he leans into Blaine's body. "It's all about the hips." Mike explains, his face right next to Blaine's, pushing his cheek into Blaine's ungelled curls. Mike starts moving sideways behind Blaine as he tries to copy; it's a sad attempt at best. Mike puts his hands on Blaine's hips, moving them sideways to the beat. "This is what should be moving" Mike tells him grabbing onto Blaine tight. Blaine's breath starts to hitch as his temprature rises, and he can feel how this is affecting his face, he starts to suck in air unevenly.
Mike turns him. Putting his right hand in Blaine's left, his left on the small of Blaine's back, gripping Blaine tight. "Now we Salsa" Mike says smiling. Blaine just hangs on for dear life as he tries to keep up.