Hey everybody! It's MEGGEM. My other followers are probably super pissed that I wrote a random one-shot rather than work on one of my other stories. But I got this idea so…yeah.

I was really surprised how funny Kickin' It was when I watched it. And how hot Leo Howard is. Moving on- I don't ship anyone or anything on the show, it just makes me laugh.

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing.

Waltzin' It

Jerry didn't know why he was sitting in the dojo at six PM. Really, he couldn't remember. That happened to him sometimes: like he was sitting on the toilet and then bang! He was eating a popsicle. Again on the toilet. Or he sitting in Algebra and then it was lunch. Maybe he should see a doctor.

Rudy was yelling at his new laptop in the other room. "No, computer! I don't want to restart! You don't deserve a name! You're a monster! Wha- why'd you take a picture? Please: I'll give you a new hard drive. No-no-no, no don't do that! Don't shut down! Don't leave me here!"

Jerry shook his head and put an arm around one of dummy's shoulders. "What an idiot. Talking to inanimate objects, like that. Am I right, or am I right, dummy?" He slapped the beige man's chest when he didn't respond.

"Should I leave you two alone and come back later?"

Ohhhhhh. That was why he was here: Kim. She'd ask him to meet her here earlier that day, when he was smashing his locker. Damn combination: why did it change everyday!

"No, we can talk later: he's not going anywhere," Jerry smacked his buddy again and lifted his head.

Whoa. Dios mio.

Kim was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a short black dress, and high heels. Her blond hair was perfectly curled and he was pretty sure she was wearing makeup.

"Thanks for meeting me here. I know its pretty last minute, but…" she raised an eyebrow in his direction when he stood there, mouth agape. "What? You've never seen a girl in a dress before? I thought you were friends with a bunch of super models."

Jerry shook his head to clear it. It was usually pretty clear, but it felt kind of foggy at the moment. Kim cleans up nicely.

"Yeah, when you're around that many girls, you become immune to prettiness," he nodded and jumped down to meet her near the door. "You said you needed my help? What is it? Kissing lessons?" He tried to look disgusted.

She rolled her eyes, and climbed up to the Dojo platform. She was still very lithe in enormous high heels. Jerry tried not to stare. "No, I definitely don't need that. Tonight, my brother is having his practice reception dinner for his wedding tomorrow and…"

"Oh! You need a date: happy to help!"

She made a growling sound and he backed off. He had no doubt she could still karate chop pretty well in that dress. "NO! Actually," she looked down, shyly, "Jack is taking me."

Jerry paused, than nodded. Yeah. Okay. That made sense. They were always looking at each other like that. Yeah. Okay.

"And, at the reception, my brother wants to do an…everybody waltz. You know, where everyone finds a partner and dances to a slow song on the dance floor? And…as you know, I'm not the best dancer so…"

Jerry wasn't getting it.

"Maybe you could…" She stared at him like she was being incredibly obvious and he was being incredibly stupid.

A dim light bulb flickered over his head. "Oh! You want me to sabotage the speakers so you don't have to dance. Okay, that should be easy: I'm going to need a blow torch though."

She threw up her hands. "NO, Jerry. I want you teach me how to waltz!"

He froze. Teach Kim how to dance? Crashing a wedding and breaking a speaker would be easier. And less awkward.

"Why don't you ask Jack to teach you?"

"I don't want him to know I can't dance!"

"He's going to know that, whether I teach you or not…what's in it for me?"

Kim smiled. "The satisfaction of helping a friend in need?"

He glared at her.

She sighed. "Five bucks."

"Twenty."

"Ten."

"Deal."

They stood there, shifting, neither wanting to start. Jerry cleared his throat.

"Alright, um, practice with Tim!"

She looked around. "Who's…"

Jerry pointed at the dummy. "Him."

She shrugged, almost looking relieved. She approached the dummy, curtseying to him. She nearly tripped over her own feet in the process. Jerry sighed. This was going to be work.

In a few minutes, they'd managed to get Kim positioned, holding onto Tim the Dummy's shoulder and holding her arm out where his would be if he had arms. Jerry was behind Tim, giving her instructions.

"Step forward, step back, turn. No, turn the other way! How are you not turning the right way- there are only two ways to turn!"

He picked up Tim and started moving around the Dojo with Kim.

"Okay, then he'll spin you. Twirl- no, twirl- TWIRL!"

With a grunt of frustration, Kim dropped her arms and kicked Tim's head off, Jerry ducking just in time.

"Hey!"

"If you don't stop confusing me, I'll kick your head off too!"

"You killed my dummy!"

"You're a dummy!" Kim slumped down and clutched her head. "Why is dancing so hard?"

"It's not, you've just…you've just got to work on it," he pulled her back up and looked, forlornly at Tim. "Don't do that to Jack though- he needs his head."

She smiled a little bit, but still looked down. Jerry thought for a moment.

"Okay, pretend I'm Jack." He shook out his hair and gave Kim a sly smile. "'Sup Kim."

She giggled and got to her feet. "I'll try again…Jack."

They went through the motions, a bit awkward at first, with Jerry's hand on her side and their fingers intertwined, but they got the hang of it, if jerkily.

"That's it, right!" Jerry smiled and led them around slowly. Kim's face brightened, looking at her stumbling, but not-exactly- tripping, feet.

"I'm doing it!"

They finally stopped after a twirl, after Kim knew the routine well enough. They stared at each other in silence for a second, until there was a crash in Rudy's office.

"STUPID COMPUTER! YOU WORK FOR THE HUMANS- WHY DID YOU TURN ON ME! WHY DOES THE SCREEN KEEP GOING BLACK?"

Rudy poked his head the door at Jerry and Kim, who were staring at him in shock. "Oh. You guys are here. Don't worry: everything's fine. Just a guy having a fight with a computer. No worries." He crept back inside and there was a crash, than a yell. "How are you so strong? I'm calling the cops!"

Kim checked her phone, glancing at the door. "Jack's outside, waiting for me." She paused, then pulled a ten dollar bill out of her purse. "Here. Um, thanks."

She headed towards the door. Jerry looked at the bill and smiled.

"I would have done it for free!"

"And I would've kicked you in the face, but I restrained myself," Kim grinned at him.

"Tell Jack that if you step on his toes, it's not my fault."

"Maybe you can use that money to buy a new catchphrase: WHOO!" She laughed and met up with Jack just outside the doors, holding onto his arm. Jerry looked at the money and then back at the couple.

"I don't need a new catchphrase…belleza," he muttered, walking over to a now headless Tim. "Sorry about her dude: she has anger issues. I'll get you another head."

Jerry slipped the money in his pocket. "Belleza," he mumbled again and shook his head. "Dios mio."

Hope you liked it! Obviously, Jack and Kim are going to end up together, but Jerry's awesome, so I thought he should get some love. It's not supposed to be too angsty.

Review please! JACKxKIM lovers, please don't flame. Hope my Spanish was okay :) And I wrote it quickly so, be kind.

-MEGGEM