A/N: Already published on my tumblr and LJ, but I'm writing more and it's easier to keep track of on here.
They say write what you know, and I know dancing. Hence, second (third if you count The Hummel Doll) dancer!klaine fic :P I actually have ideas for a tango dancer one... but anyway.
The song I imagined them moving to is We Run the Night by Tonite Only.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the associated characters etc.
Like with everything, Blaine takes his dancing very seriously.
Blaine had been a classically trained dancer from the age of five. His mom had enrolled him in lessons with their neighbours little boy, who had quickly become Blaine's best friend (their friendship terminated around grade five, when Liam decided that dancing was for 'sissies' and joined the football team instead). He had adored it since the first lesson, and was still as in love with the Art twelve years later.
But things had changed in twelve years.
When Blaine was fifteen and he finally decided to come out to his parents his father had freaked. He had grown up in a conservative family and such a notion didn't disgust him as much as alarm him.
Because Mr Anderson was very like Blaine, you see. Constantly blaming himself when things weren't right. He took it out on himself.
So Mr Anderson started looking for where he'd gone wrong with Blaine.
He had grasped at straws for months until he had finally settled on dancing.
"It-it was wrong for me to approve it," he had decided. "Dancing is… dancing is a girls sport."
Blaine had shed more than a few tears at the words that he had had shoved in his face his whole life. He just never thought they'd come from a member of his own family…
So under his father's wishes he quit ballet classes.
He was devastated. He felt empty without it. It had been a part of him for so long… it was his essence, the thing that defined him. When he danced… he just forgot about everything and the world was beautiful and he was flying.
He was depressed. His grades were slipping.
And his friends started to notice too.
Jeff was a dancer too. Just a… different kind of dancer.
He was a street dancer – part of The Warblers, a dancing crew that danced in competitions all over Lima.
Blaine had heard they were good… but when he had been invited to visit them and actually watched them dance…
He was blown away by their magic.
"The Warblers," Jeff told him, "are like the rock-stars of the dancing world. We own the night."
"Hey white boy," one of the other Warblers had called out to him, "why don't you show us what you can do?"
Albeit a little nervously, Blaine shrugged off his nice jacket and gave himself a little shake. Wes, one of the guys in charge, put him on a groovy dancing track and he closed his eyes, trying to let the music flow through him.
And just like that he was dancing again. He wasn't able to control his smile as he flew across the abandoned street, his eyes sparking with passion as he moved to the rhythm. The Warblers clapped enthusiastically for him when he finished.
"Congrats bro," Jeff said ecstatically, patting him on the back. "Welcome to the Warblers."
It had all happened quite quickly from there.
Blaine's unmatched talent paired with his charisma had made him quickly dominate in competition and soon he was the lead dancer in the troupe. He was highly respected amongst most of the other crews who competed and had even received several offers else-where…
But he wasn't leaving the Warblers for anything.
It was his home now.
Not school where he was the golden boy, top marks in everything – everybody's favourite.
Not at his house where his mom was constantly fawning over him and his father was working long hours to avoid their mess of a family.
The Warblers.
The Streets. Anyone who was anyone in the street dancing world new of it.
It was the biggest night of the year.
Underneath the rain that sprinkled lightly over the roaring streets, Blaine grinned messily in excitement, his eyes shining with fervour and adrenaline. Beside him his friends were jumping around, gulping down cans of red bull, getting themselves pumped. But he was occupied, drinking in their surroundings, truly feeling the place.
This was his first time.
"You ready bru?" Jeff crowed beside him. Blaine turned to him, nodding excitedly.
"Let's do this, man."
They headed down the streets, sparkling with rain and flashing lights, whirls of colour dancing across the pavement as the dancers headed down to the 'floor' (the centre of the street where the performance was held).
"Alright dancers!" a voice boomed across the speakers enthusiastically. The crowd roared with equal enthusiastic. Blaine screamed along with the other Warblers, lifting his hands high in the air, practically bouncing with excitement.
"The competition starts in five. Our first group is New Directions so gather around and let's get to it."
The New Directions turned out to be a relatively small crew, a mix of girls and boys of all shapes and sizes. Blaine grinned at their individuality as they took the stage, dressed in full black outfits in their own style. He caught the eye of one of the taller boys and a funny jolt ran through his stomach as his sharp blue eyes pierced him.
"They were last year's winners," Jeff muttered beside him. Blaine reluctantly tore his eyes from the beautiful boy to give him a reassuring clap on the back, the music blaring suddenly from the speakers and regaining his attention.
They huddled together before breaking out into a flash of twirls and jumps, their feet smashing harshly against the pavement, their hair flying through the moist air. The rain spattered across the ground, bouncing off their movements and creating pretty shapes in the air.
Blaine felt his mouth (suddenly very dry) drop a little as his eyes flickered once more to the blue eyed boy who was dancing up front with a shirtless Asian break dancer.
Fuck… was Blaine's only coherent thought as they began to grind, their skin damp with sweat and rain as they moved together, their bodies one as their muscles tensed around each other.
His hips… dat ass…
His breath was short and catching under the lump in his throat as the boy with the diamond eyes split away from the Asian, taking the night for his own and slipping to the ground in a crouch, his eyes locking with Blaine's as his fingers danced playfully up his thigh.
"Fuck," Jeff breathed beside him. Blaine resisted the urge to glare at him – that would detract his eyes from the dancer.
And in a second he was gone, disappearing behind some blonde girls. Blaine's eyes frantically searched through the rain, seeking him out until he finally caught him, dancing with some really tall guy that Blaine sort of automatically wanted to punch in the face.
Finally as the dance came to a close, pretty eyes slipped back up front, rolling his hips in a way that should not be fucking allowed outside Blaine's bedroom and tossing a wink in Blaine's direction.
Blaine's heart hammered louder than the applause that rung steeply through the crowd as they stepped down.
"It's time to go, man," Jeff informed him. Blaine nodded, feeling overwhelmingly dizzy as he grabbed onto Wes's arm and let him pull him through the crowd.
As the announcer called their names over the speakers, Blaine felt numb waiting to find the gorgeous boy's eyes in the audience before the music rained down on them. A faint smile washed over him as he found him, smiling playfully back at him.
His gaze didn't falter for the entire performance.
Strolling to the front of the group, Blaine pushed through his friends, grinning wickedly as he thumped through the moves, feeling lust driven and just purely alive through his sharp haze of adrenaline.
Around him everything disappeared under the boy's penetrating stare. Everything melded into a blur of colour, the moves meshing into one as he let himself go, the music and feeling flooding through him as he performed.
He was born for this.
The performance ended too soon, the audience exploding around them, but Blaine didn't notice a thing. He was still buzzing as his friends guided him off stage.
"You were amazing," Trent gushed.
"You were a fucking animal out there," David enthused.
Blaine excused himself quickly, dodging the crowd as he sort out the boy once more.
He saw him waiting for him with expectant eyes, unmoving from his spot during Blaine's performance.
"You were great up there," he said in a light musical voice. Blaine felt that same jolt run harshly through him and his fingers were sparking as he grabbed for the boy's hand.
Suddenly the ground was flying beneath their feet and they were running, rushing from the crowd and seeking solace in the empty contours of a filthy alleyway not far from where they were.
"We don't have much time," the boy breathed, his hands shaking as they tangled in Blaine's hand.
"We'll manage," Blaine returned his voice surprisingly husky. He pressed messy, open mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck, licking up the muscles that tensed under his touch.
"Oh my god," the boy whimpered, his hips jolting underneath them.
Blaine grinned wickedly, his hips rolling down to meet his. The boy let out a breathy moan, burying himself in the crook of Blaine's neck as they writhed together, chemicals of heated want and the adrenaline of performing pounding through them.
It was electric.
"Ugh… hnnnn…" the beautiful boy in his arms cried out, the light chime of his voice flying through the night, sparkling like the rain that danced above them.
"You're beautiful," Blaine breathed into the heated space between him, holding him tight as they came together, slipping against the cold wall down to the filthy grown beneath them.
"So are you," the other boy returned, tongue flicking out to catch an absent raindrop that fell from his soot coloured lashes.
"We better get back…" Blaine muttered sadly, the distant tune of another dance track running down the street.
"I think we can spare a few more moments…" the other boy said wickedly, his eyes bright as his long fingers trailed across his hip bone.
Blaine shuddered under his touch. "I think I can deal with that," he managed lowly.
"I'm Kurt, by the way," the boy whispered, his breath hot against his ear. His tongue flicked out to lick the shell of his ear.
"Blaine," Blaine said, his voice breathless as he shivered under his touch.
"By the way…" Kurt added, shifting so he was suddenly straddling Blaine's lap. Blaine moaned at the contact. "I don't like to lose."
"I hear compensation sex is good," Blaine growled, pressing his forehead against Kurt's.
Kurt's eyes were teasing as he slipped a hand between them.
"I hear congratulatory sex is better."