THUD! Was the only ear-blasting sound in the classroom.

"Oh dear," Kurt muttered, flinching at the gosh-awful noise.

It was Kurt's first year having a part time job as a dance teacher. As much as he hoped to make it big in fashion or theater; he was currently a college student, and the art of dance would suit his fancy for the time being. After all, he was in need of a job and the only two available would be either this or being an assistant for the famous Rachel Berry. And he was NOT about to do that.

"M-M-Mr. Kurt?" Roxie, the accident-prone student, called out while grasping her black-and-blue ankle.

Kurt sighed, this girl could not last a day without nearly breaking a bone. "Go and get an icepack from Miss Katrina in the supply room."

30 more minutes, then I get to practice. Alone. Kurt counted down to the last five minutes in his mind. As much as he adored the young children, he prefers performing alone or with a friend by far.

"Okay, guys, take it from the top and then I'll let you go?" Kurt yelled as he snickered under his breath as well at his comment; a stolen catch-phrase from his current choir teacher: Mr. Schuester.

All the young 13-year-olds scrambled to their positions. However, they all immediately turned to Chris. He stood up on the stool at the front of the classroom.

"Chris?"

"Yees, Mr. Kurt?"

"…Are you going to start the dance?"

"What? You said 'get on top.'"

Kurt sighed yet again, how many times did he have to repeat this? "I meant the dance. The whole thing."

Thankfully, the class actually completed the routine with no troubles and the last five minutes flew. Kurt waited until each and every one of them left to start blasting his own music.

Blaine was frightened by the sudden outburst of music coming from the studio. Isn't Kurt supposed to go home? I'm hungry—I need to eat and I can't concentrate to complete my leftover work if he's still here.

In an act of curiosity, Blaine inched closer to the dance room, ignoring the phones ringing off the hook at the front desk. The music was peppy and had a good, but hard, dancing beat. He was astonished to find Kurt going above and beyond his expectations of a routine.

Baby remember my name.

I'm gonna live forever.

I'm gonna learn how to fly.

I feel it coming together.

People will see me and cry.

The music eventually faded, Blaine could see Kurt's loss of breath. He clapped at the unforgettable performance. Kurt turned to him, not realizing there was still someone else in the building.

"Not to intervene, but you planning on leaving?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt was short of breath. Not just from the dance, but Blaine was the most amazing, hilarious, cute, adorable, and any other words to describe him, person he'd ever met.

"Uh-uh-uh, private practice," Kurt managed to get out in the open.

What's with this guy? Why did he get all shy and stutter-y when I came around? I hear him teaching all afternoon; he's never had this kind of attitude. Oh no. I remember what he let slip out a few months ago to me: he's gay. He doesn't like me, does he? Because I have a boyfriend. I'm happy with Sebastian—I really don't need anyone else in my life.

"Excuse me?" Blaine was utterly confused by Kurt's lack of description.

"I mean, I asked Destiny if I could use the studio every Thursday and Friday night after the kids' practice to, you know, practice my routine."

"Are you performing at Six Flags this year?"

"You bet I am! I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world!"
Hmm. I mean, at first, he seems like he'd be the guy you'd really like to punch in the face. 13 times. With a hammer. But, you know, once you start talking to him—he seems cool. Not dating cool, I have Sebastian. And I'm sorry, but Kurt would just have to deal with that. But, I actually want to hang out with this guy. What does he have that makes me feel like I need him?

"Mind if I stay?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide. The guy of his dreams—watching him. Sitting with him. Talking to him. Possibly driving him home. Well, that part was definite because Kurt had no ride home and he was sure Blaine would feel bad about making him walk about 10 miles to his house.

"K-Kurt?"

"…uh, yeah. Sorry. Yeah sure!"

"Cool! Just, like, some constructive criticism and stuff. Because honestly, I don't know the slightst thing about dance. I mean, sure I listen in on all the classes and I basically memorized every fact ever, but I've never actually done them."

"Perhaps I could teach you?" Kurt gave him a slightly evil smile.

Before they knew it, the time was 9:30 and they decided they should head home. Blaine surprisingly had fun, for once. Jeez. I don't remember having this much fun with Sebastian—BLAINE! THAT'S SO RUDE! SEBASTIAN IS YOUR *BOYFRIEND.* KURT IS JUST A FRIEND; JUST SOMEONE YOU MET AT WORK. Oh gosh. What will Sebastian think at school tomorrow? Kurt goes to the same school as me, but I never actually hung out with him and therefore never had the reason to say 'hi.' I don't want to see Kurt and feel guilty. Oh. My. Gosh. You are still in the classroom with Kurt. He could be talking and you wouldn't know! Well, why are you still thinking? GO AND LISTEN, DUDE!

Fortunately, he hadn't missed much of anything, really. Kurt was just singing. Well, Kurt was singing really good. And it was involuntary—as if he just subconsciously sang as he wrapped up his dance bag and stacked his CDs.

"I didn't know you sang."

"Oh, uh," Kurt blushed and turned away at his comment, "I do. It's actually kind of my dream to be on Broadway. Or just be in the fashion business."

"That's really awesome! And you dance, so that just adds another Kurtastic hobby into the mix. He noticed how adorable Kurt was when he laughed really softly. Then he realized—Kurtastic. What was I thinking?

"Well, we should get going," Blaine suggested, regretting interrupting Kurt's sweet, sweet singing voice.

"You can. I have to bundle up—my car's at home. I forgot it."

"How do you forget a car..?" Blaine started laughing hysterically.

Oh my goodness! He's so CUTE when he laughs! Kurt gazed, realizing his foolishness, and began laughing at himself as well.

"You want me to give you a lift?"

"T-that would be lovely."

The two boys entered the car and it was silent most of the way home. Eventually Blaine broke the ice, just asking simply why Kurt hadn't said anything. Kurt replied with his usual answer to that question when entering a car, "Oh I'm just fascinated by the quick-moving world and like to spend my time in the car watching it."

Kurt waved goodbye and ran up his steps, pleased that he'd just spent over three hours with the guy of his dreams. He expected to just get inside and curl up into bed. That is, until he looked up and nearly smacked into his step-brother and roommate, Finn.

"Kurt Hummel, where have you been?" Finn sternly asked Kurt, holding up the time on his phone.