(Pre-note: While it is good to read my fic, I'm Not Gonna Teach Him How To Dance With You, first, it's not required. But, if you want to know what on earth is going on at some point, take a gander at it! :))

So, I was thinking about my headcanon for my Dance 'Verse, which will also be known as the Fettucine 'Verse from now on, and decided to compile everything related to my fic, I'm Not Gonna Teach Him How To Dance With You into one, big collection of stories. This is going to be very randomized, featuring moments ranging from Blaine/Danielle sibling time, Blainangst, Kurtangst, Danuke (Danielle Anderson and Duke Whitely, my two OCs from INGTH), and post-INGTH tales (weddings, anyone?). The chapters relating to chapters from I'm Not Gonna Teach Him will begin with quotes from the actual story, and the drabble/one-shot following it will be about something pertaining to the quote.

Are you excited? 'Cause I'm excited! I love this 'verse so much and I can't wait to continue to explore and dabble in it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Word Is On The Street
by littlemusings

a compilation of stories pertaining to the dance / fettucine 'verse

I. Mr. Music Producer

Duke found Danielle jumping on the bed quietly in her bedroom. Rolling his eyes and closing the door behind him, he stared at her, arms folded, frowning. She was already wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose-fitting white baseball t-shirt with a graphic design of a woman in sunglasses and black, long sleeves. The shirt she always wore back in high school whenever he and Blaine visited Westerville.

- Chapter 6, 'Chasing Pavements'

Seventeen year-old (almost eighteen, she liked to think) Danielle Anderson was incredibly bored.

There she was, lounging about in her room in her black and white striped Soffe shorts and long-sleeved baseball shirt (her favorite, the one with that Audrey Hepburn-looking chick with the 70s-esque circular sunglasses and the black sleeves), staring at her ceiling. The faces of various actors, K-Pop artists, rock and classic glam-rock (namely one David Bowie) artists looked back down on her, their faces rimmed by the fluorescent lighting of the room. Hands folded over her stomach she bobbed her head along to the soft thump of the music playing from her iPod speakers.

When the hell was Blaine coming home? He said that he and Kurt had touched down at the airport two hours ago. He better not be making out with Kurt at the wheel. That was too dangerous.

She flipped over to lie on her tummy and stretched out to grab the nearest Asia Pop (!) magazine to her and began to read through it. "Hyun-A Kim of 4-Minute releases new single, "Bubble Pop!", video gets banned in Korea!"was the headline, and she sighed loudly, throwing it into a corner of her already slightly messed-up room. She pushed her face deeper into her mattress and let out a loud, frustrated, muffled sigh.

The Anderson family's ever-faithful maid, Ellie rapped on the door quickly and poked her head through the slightly open doorway.

"Dani, your mother told me to tell you get dressed because your brother is on his way back with Kurt and his friend," the small woman piped up.

Danielle sat up immediately. "What friend? I thought he was just going to drop Kurt off at home and then we were gonna catch a movie down in Lima with him later on?"

"I don't know, we're just setting up a guest room for his friend. Your mother just got the call."

"Okay," she huffed, getting off her bed. Ellie gave her a smile and leaned against the doorway.

"It's going to be good to have Blaine back home."

"He's home every Christmas," Danielle shrugged. "But…yeah, I'm glad he's home for the summer again, too. It's been boring not having someone to make fun of, you know? Plus, if he's back then Kurt's back, and I like Kurt."

Liking Kurt was an understatement. She proclaimed after the first time Kurt ever babysat her in middle school that Kurt was her "heterosexual life partner" (to Blaine's amused surprise) and adored him and doted on him as much as she did her brother.

"Do you want me to iron your black dress, or are you going to wear your jeans, sweetie?"

"Nah, it's okay. I'll wear the black dress already. It's not like you can see that it's wrinkled."

"Oh, honey, Kurt will notice those wrinkles a mile away," Ellie snorted, walking away, laughing.

Danielle rushed to the door and closed it quietly, and then walked back to her closet, arms folded, staring at her monster of a closet (it was of decent size, but in terms of cleanliness…well, this was one of the reasons why her mother was so scared to send her to college out-of-state after the upcoming school year). Her eyes lit up with recognition when she found her favorite black dress jammed underneath her Crawford Country Day uniform and several pairs of jeans and shorts. She pulled it out and held it out in front of her.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Well, fuck me sideways, it's wrinkled as shit."

Danielle tossed it back in her closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled off her Soffe shorts to pull it on. She looked in her body-length mirror and shrugged. No need to change my shirt, I think. She skipped out of her bedroom and poked her head out. She pulled an elastic band from the doorknob and tied her hair in a messy, quick bun and waltzed down the hallway.

"Danielle Marie, what on earth are you wearing?"

She turned around and saw her father, James Anderson, standing behind her in his business attire, arms folded.

"Stuff," she shrugged, and walked towards the stairs.

"You're going to need to change into something nicer for dinner!" she heard him call out as she attempted to slide down the banister. "Get off the banister, Danielle!"

Grudgingly, she jumped off mid-slide and slumped down the stairs. At that moment, the doorbell rang and she immediately dashed to it and opened it without asking who was on the other side.

There, on the doorstep, stood her twenty-one year old brother, Blaine, with his boyfriend, Kurt Hummel, and another—holy mother of god.

The man standing behind them was tall, lanky, slightly muscled, and incredibly hot, she let her mind think. He was slightly tanned—damn California boys—and had a crooked, nice smile. He wore a New York Yankees cap on his head. Wait, what?

She couldn't help but stare, but she was knocked out of her stupor when her brother threw his arms around her.

"Dan!"

"Bee!" she gasped, hugging him tightly. They let go and she turned to Kurt. "Kurtsie!"

They hugged as well, and the incredibly hot man waved sheepishly. "Hi."

"Dani, this is my friend, Duke Whitely. He's a friend of Kurt and me from UCLA."

"Hello, there, Duke!" she said, smiling to stop herself from blushing. "I'm Danielle."

They shook hands. His hands were soft. Oh for the love of god, please don't be gay. Please don't be gay. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you were because you'd be my brother and in-another-life lover's friend, but—oh my god.

Her gaydar was zilch. Maybe he wasn't. But he was fucking gorgeous, and she had to look away quickly in order to compose herself, and dashed back up the stairs.

Blaine let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about her, she's a bit…"

"Crazy," Kurt supplied, laughing, hooking his arm with Blaine's.

"Oh, it's alright," Duke Whitely said, laughing.

Danielle peeked over the banister of the stairs as the three men walked towards the living room. James Anderson tapped his daughter's shoulder and she jumped, turning to face her father.

"Uh—daddy! Hi!"

"Dani, what are you doing? You're acting so strange! I thought you were excited to have your brother back!" he hissed.

"Uh, yeah! I'll go and do my excited motions right now," she nodded quickly, dashing back down the stairs, face-palming herself. "Jesus, what's wrong with me?" This is not motherfucking kosher. I will walk my ass to the living room, and –

"Dani! You've finally come back to us," Kurt exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Danielle took a deep breath, and a grin broke across her face as she hugged her brother and his boyfriend tightly.

"I missed you guys so fucking much," she said happily. She heard a throat being cleared, and she straightened up immediately, flushing furiously when she saw her father standing behind her, arms folded and eyebrows knitted into a frown. "I mean, I am so happy you are here because I missed you oh, so terribly, my dear brother and his lovely partner."

Kurt attempted to repress an unattractive, humored snort. "I have missed you quite a bit, my dear Danielle," he said in his clear, high voice. "I longed for the day I would run through those doors—" he said dramatically, "—and have you back in my arms!" He closed his eyes and clutched at his heart with faux romanticism.

Danielle did a small curtsy and Blaine ran the palm of his hand down his face and stared at his boyfriend and his sister. Danielle took a look at the Whitely guy through her perfectly adept peripheral vision, and saw that his mouth was slightly agape.

"Anyway," Mr. Anderson said loudly, clapping his hands together, "Why don't you settle into the guest room, Duke, and let's all get ready for dinner!"

"I second that motion," Blaine added, grinning as he put his arm over his sister's shoulder. As Ellie ran down the stairs to gather Blaine and Duke's things, Dani leaned closer to her brother as Duke and Kurt began conversing, following Ellie up the stairs. Mr. Anderson went to check on something in his study.

"Holy mother of god, where did you find that man?" she hissed in his ear.

"He's a fledgling music producer," Blaine whispered. "He's about three-four years older than me, and he was a senior at UCLA when we were freshmen. He's a really good friend of mine, Duke. Helped Kurt and I out a lot, even when he graduated."

"What the fucking fuck, he's older?" Danielle grumbled. "What bullshit is this? You never told me about him! Well, I remember that time at Malibu, you know, when you told me someone slipped some Bailey's in Kurt's drink…but…okay. Quick question," she added, lowering her voice, "Gay?"

"He has a girlfriend, Danielle," Blaine said, rolling his eyes. "I brought him here to introduce him to mom and dad. I'll be recording in the studio soon, so I'll be back in LA once school starts up again for you."

"Holy shit, you've been picked up?" she asked excitedly.

"Not exactly, I mean, he's my manager now, and he's been trying to show off some of my old demos from last year to some recording companies…so we'll see."

"That's amazing!" Danielle exclaimed, pulling her brother in for a hug. Blaine ruffled her hair. "You have a hot manager."

"Don't you dare, I thought you had a boyfriend?" he asked indignantly. Danielle made a face.

"Do not."

"I thought you did."

"Nope."

Blaine frowned. "I thought you said something about a boy taking you to your junior prom?"

"No, I said I went with a group of friends, and my friend Joshua and his mom drove us. See, this is what you get for prioritizing your happy, wonderful, and possibly kinky gay sex with Kurt in your lovely apartment over talking to me on the telephone—"

"—Shut up!" Blaine laughed, his face turning beet-red, clapping a hand to Danielle's mouth as their father approached them. "Dad."

"Good to have you home, Blaine," Mr. Anderson said gruffly, clapping his son's shoulder. He turned to face his daughter. "Danielle Marie Anderson, I told you to dress up for dinner, not gallivant about in your baseball shirts! Your mother will be home soon, and we need to make the dinner reservations!"

"Fine! Fine," Danielle grumbled, pulling out of her brother's grasp. She walked up the stairs, and right before she went up a spiral, she poked her head through the wide banister and mouthed to Blaine, "Priooooritieeees!" Blaine waved his hands to shoo her as he went back to talking to his father.

Laughing to herself, she skipped up the rest of the stairs, and found herself crashing into a slightly muscular chest.

Oh.

"Um, hi," Duke Whitely said nervously, waving. Instead of the casual attire he was wearing earlier, he was now wearing skinny slacks, a pair of Oxfords, a black dress shirt, and white suspenders. Danielle shut her mouth when she realized that it was slightly agape and fixed her posture.

"Hello. Sorry about earlier, I drank a bad cup of tea."

WHAT?

"Understandable, I know how that feels," Duke said, awkwardly shuffling his feet and scratching his head. His hair was a nice, black-brown color—soft—and possibly soft enough to run through. "I'm Duke."

"Danielle," she said, holding out a hand to him. "Blaine's sister."

"Pleasure to meet you. He's told me about you, naturally. Doesn't shut up about you," Duke laughed, leaning against the banister.

Danielle, at that moment, wanted to shoot her brother in the head, but decided against it, knowing that Kurt and her parents would slaughter her like a pig. "Oh! Really now? What has he told you? Nothing…embarrassing, I hope?"

"He did tell me that you like K-Pop."

"Why, yes, yes I do," Danielle said proudly. Duke cocked an eyebrow.

"Honestly, it's not my cup of tea. All of the songs sound the same to me."

"I happen to be a very big fan of K-Pop and I don't concur with your statement," she said snappily.

"Yeah, I know that, Blaine told me. Honestly, though, the beats are so electronic all the time. I mean, I love how they're trying to modernize the Asian music industry and all of that jazz, but really, it's all nonsensical garbage. The lyrics make absolutely no sense at all."

In that brief moment, Duke Whitely lost 34234255345 cool points in Danielle's book.

"Is that so?" she said quietly, nodding slightly. "Now, if you will excuse me, I shall go and get ready for dinner. It was nice meeting you, Whitely," she said with a huff, and then walked straight for her room, passing by a very amused Kurt Hummel, who saw Duke walk down the stairs confusedly.

"Dani!" Kurt exclaimed, poking his head through her doorway. "I see you lost your loquaciousness upon meeting Duke," he said quietly. Danielle threw a pillow at him and he laughed, ducking away quickly, shutting her door.

This is war, Mr. Music Producer. You insult my K-Pop, you insult my world.

(Little Note: I'm not a big K-Pop fan, but I do listen to it. Eventually, Dani grows out of this little phase ;) This was the start of Danuke's love-hate journey. HAHAHA. Up next? I have no idea.)