A/N Hey everybody! First off, I want to thank everyone who reviewed my other stories and oneshots and stuff...I love you guys, you make me all warm and fuzzy inside. -smiles-

Anyway, I don't own Step Up, blah-de-blah we all know what goes here. Basically, If you recognize it, I probably don't own it. Lol.

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"Hello everyone, I'm Director Collins, and I hope you've all stretched this morning because we have a lot of work to do."

The voice was pleasant-smooth and controlled. Andie barely managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

Okay, not really. But she did keep anyone from seeing by tossing her shoes over to the corner of the studio while she did so. Turning around, she looked at the man who had identified himself as Director Collins.

Wow. Damn.

The body certainly fit the voice-the young Director had continued talking (Something about being good investments? What the hell?) as he dropped off his stuff and moved to the center of the studio, and he was practically gliding over the floor as he walked. Andie, used to inifinately different movements from guys scoffed under her breath. The Director's eyes slid over to her, and Andie caught her breath. He had deep, warm, brown eyes and the intense scrutiny of his gaze made her shiver a little.

Andie shook her head, clearing the thought that had gathered there. She was being ridiculous. Crossing her legs and putting her hands on her hips in a somewhat defiant pose, she tuned back into the conversation.

"So, lets begin with some imrov, shall we? Jimmy, you're up."

Walking into class on Monday morning, Blake had forgotten everything that had happened over the weekend-namely, the new students that he'd accepted. He greeted his class, like always, and noted that he hoped they'd stretched. It was, after all, Improv Monday.

His eyes roamed the room while he started on the topic of the upcoming fundraiser, studying the class and picking out whom he wanted to do improv solos. All of a sudden, Blake did a double-take and stared at the girl farthest to the left of him, in the front row. She was certainly a good-looking girl, but her body language was, to put it lightly, defiant, and maybe a little condescending.

Well, there was nothing Blake liked more than a challenge on a Monday morning. Normally all he got was an ornery (and usually late) Chase.

And really, dealing with his younger brother was not an ordeal the older Collins greatly enjoyed. Althouth this engmatic girl-he glanced at his clipboard-this Andie might make his mornings more interesting from now on.

Andie sensed the tension between the two brothers instantly. She was good at reading emotions, but then again, it wouldn't take a genius to pick up on the tension between the Director and Chase.

She laughed slightly and unknowingly relaxed as she watched the Collin's engage in a juvenile fight that started with the Director calling up Chase as revenge for being late, then promptly informing him that he was "Good...not great." She was also pleasantly surprised that Chase could dance in a variety of styles, not just hip hop. He really was good.

She was much less pleased when she got called up for improv. "What am I supposed to even do?" she grumbled underneath her breath. The music was almost painfully slow and girly. Andie briefly wondered whether the Director was gay.

"Are you serious?"

"Just listen, and interpret." was his calm comeback to the slightly sarcastic girl in front of him.

"Fine."

The music was specifically a slow beat-it was an experiment of his to see what she would do. He thought back to her audition, remebering the faster music where the beat was more discernable.

And then the girl was dancing and it was all Blake could do to keep a smirk from lighting on his face. She was all over the place, her movements wild-controlled-but still wrong. He voiced this thought.

"Andie." when this didn't get a reaction, Blake spoke up.

"Andie. You're all over the place. Again. From the top, listen and interpret."

He watched her as she practically growled-she was clearly frustrated-at him, and let a little of that smirk show through.

"Sonofa-" was the thought that was about to be voiced but got cut off as the music began again. She officially, hated Director Collins. Way to have a great first day-start off being laughed at. Ugh.

Begining again, she tempered her movements, made them slower-what she was not going to do, however, under any circumstances, was change her style. Never.

Then music clicked off a second time, and Andie turned around and looked up in surprise. She'd been doing her signature move, a cute little butt wiggle sort of thing, since it was a pretty easy move to do to a beat, when the music stopped. In all actuality, she thought she'd been doing pretty good this time around.

"And stop! Stop. Can I have a word with you in private? And bring your bags."

Well. That didn't sound promising.

Blake's eyes widened. "Holy mother of god, what is she doing?" was the thought running through his mind as she butt-wiggled her way over to his end of the studio. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and shut off the music.

Calling her over to the side he glared slightly, and took a couple of calming breaths before he began.

"Do you understand that you've been given an oppertunity that others couldn't even dream of? I'm putting my name on the line for you and now I'm begining to wonder if I made a mistake. You clearly have some catching up to do. Starting tommorrow, I'm assigning you to attend after school sessions with me." What? Why the hell had he just...couldn't he have offered one of the other ballet teachers? Why himself? Damn. That was stupid.

"Look, I can't, I have to be somewhere-" He cut her off.

"Consider this an oppertunity."

He opened the door for her, and tried to even out the hitch in his breath as she brushed past him, hoped she didn't notice how his eyes had darkened.

Class was dismissed, and Blake had just put himself in a very bad position.