A/N: I honestly have no idea where the inspiration for this came from, but it randomly popped into my head last week. It's pretty dang fluffy.
On a completely unrelated note, if any of you read my Samcedes fic, the next chapter should be up tomorrow or Tuesday, it's just in the final stages of editing. Thanks for being patient!
Now go enjoy some Klaine dancing fluff!
"No! Absolutely not!" Kurt said, his voice ringing with finality.
"Aw, please?" Blaine begged shamelessly, turning his puppy dog eyes on Kurt.
"No! I'm not going to take Salsa lessons with you! That's ridiculous!"
"No, no, no, it would be fun!" Blaine tried to convince his boyfriend. "I've gone to this studio before and they're really nice and have awesome music and it's so much fun!"
"Wait, you've taken dance lessons before?" Kurt asked in disbelief.
"Yeah… Why do you sound so surprised?"
"Well, the most choreography I've seen you and the Warblers do is shuffling from side to side with the occasional snap of your fingers, so excuse me for being surprised."
"Hey, no fair! Remember Raise Your Glass?"
"Exactly my point. I don't think I ever want to see you try interpretive dance."
Blaine pouted and looked up at Kurt.
"Pwease?" he asked in a baby voice. "Just try it?"
"Answer's still no." Kurt folded his arms across his chest, refusing to look down at those stupid puppy eyes; they broke him every time.
"For my birthday present?" Blaine tried.
"Blaine, your birthday isn't for 3 months..."
"An early birthday present, then?"
"I...I don't know Blaine..." He made the mistake of looking Blaine straight in the eye.
Dammit.
"Fine!" He threw his hands in the air in defeat. "Fine, just once."
Blaine honest-to-god squealed, and swept Kurt into a tight hug, lifting his feet off the ground with the force of it.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he exclaimed loudly in Kurt's ear. "You're the best boyfriend ever!"
"...They're just dance lessons," Kurt mumbled, taken aback by Blaine's excitement.
"Why did I even agree to this?" Kurt groaned as Blaine dragged him down the street to the studio. "I can't even dance."
"Au contraire, Kurt. Did you know Sue Sylvester records all her cheerleaders' performances?"
Kurt's jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide.
"How'd you find that?" Kurt asked. Blaine ignored him.
"Also, Brittany seemed to remember something about a certain Single Ladies dance..."
"Oh god. I am going to kill her," Kurt growled. Blaine just laughed.
"You'll have to show me that sometime."
"Definitely not," Kurt said firmly, determined that he wouldn't let the puppy eyes break him this time.
They reached the studio, and Blaine held open the door.
"After you," he said, sweeping his arm in front of him for effect.
"Um, no, really, you first," Kurt insisted, pushing Blaine into the entrance. Blaine turned and looked at him suspiciously, head cocked to the side.
"Kurt Hummel, are you trying to run away?"
"No," he said quickly. "Er…Maybe."
"Always the drama queen," Blaine sighed, putting a hand on the small of Kurt's back to guide him into the building. Kurt stopped just inside the doors, looking around the entrance. There was a reception desk in front of a board announcing all the different dance classes, and a couple cheap chairs.
"Blaine, the walls are orange…"
"Shhh, play nice," Blaine told him, taking him by the hand and leading him up to the curly-haired lady behind the desk. "Hi, we're here for the beginner's salsa lesson."
"Oh, that's Studio 3! Have fun, kids," she said cheerily, pointing them in the right direction.
Kurt suddenly had an unexpected jolt of panic.
"Blaine, what if I can't keep up?" he asked, thinking of Mike and Brittany and how fast they always seemed to learn when it came to dance. "What if they're all really good dancers and I make a fool-"
Blaine smirked as they entered a large room, one wall covered entirely with mirrors. There were about ten people already there, milling about talking or sitting on the bench along the far side of the room.
All of them were over fifty.
"Still think you'll have trouble keeping up?" Blaine asked.
"Shut up," Kurt muttered as he crossed the room to drop his bag on the bench. Blaine followed.
"Cheer up, Kurt, it's gonna be fun, I promise!" he tried to convince him again.
"Blaine!" a voice called from the other end of the bench. A small, elderly woman wearing shockingly bright colours approached them. "Where have you been, sweetie? We haven't seen you for so long!"
"Elaine!" Blaine rushed forward to give her a hug. "I've been pretty busy with school and everything. How have you been? How was Vanessa's wedding?"
"Oh, it was absolutely gorgeous! Hold on a moment, I have a picture somewhere…" Elaine pulled a very full wallet out of her bag and started rifling through it.
Another lady hurried up to Blaine and kissed him gracefully on the cheek. "I missed you, lapushka!" she said in a heavy Russian accent. She turned to Kurt. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh yeah! This is my boyfriend, Kurt." Blaine told them fondly, glancing over at Kurt, who tensed at the word boyfriend. He watched their reactions carefully. To his surprise, huge grins broke over both their faces. "Kurt, this is Elaine and Anastasiya."
Anastasiya swooped forward to pull him into a gentle hug. "You be good to my lapushka, alright?" she whispered in his ear.
Kurt smiled up at her when she released him. "I will," he promised.
A fairly young, very bouncy woman walked into the studio, followed by a man who looked a little older.
"Hey everyone!" the woman said. "We'll be starting in a few minutes. For those of you who don't know us, I'm Crystal and this is Domenico. We'll be teaching you guys salsa today."
Crystal put a couple CD's down on top of a CD player and walked over to Kurt.
"Hey, I haven't seen you here before. What's your name?" she asked.
"Kurt," he replied, and stuck out his hand for her to shake. She took it.
"I'm Crystal, as I'm sure you heard. You're here with Blaine?"
He nodded once.
"Awesome! Well, we'll be starting soon so get ready!" Crystal walked back to the front of the room and fiddled with the CD player.
Kurt turned to Blaine. "You seem like quite the ladies' man around here."
Blaine chuckled, scrunching his nose. "Nah, everyone's just really friendly."
"I noticed. It's nice."
"I know. That's one of the reasons I love coming here," Blaine said. "C'mon, let's snag a spot near the front." He grabbed Kurt's hand and led him across the room.
"All right, everyone," Crystal called. "Come on over, and remember to spread out so everyone has lots of room. Do you all have a partner?"
There was a collective yes, and Crystal nodded.
"Good, good. So, let's jump right in! The basic step you need to know for salsa is pretty easy. There are 8 beats. On the first beat, the leader is going to step back with the left foot, and the follower will step forward with their right. Step once more on each beat and count, 1, 2 and 3. Pause on 4, then reverse on 5, 6 and 7, and pause again on 8. We'll do a demo, and then you guys can try it."
Kurt watched carefully as Crystal and Domenico smoothly stepped in time as Crystal counted aloud. Kurt moved closer to Blaine and they joined hands.
Blaine smiled goofily at him. "Let's boogie!"
Kurt shook his head and laughed. "Be quiet and count," Kurt scolded playfully, "I don't want you stepping on my toes."
"Ready?" Crystal asked the group. "One, two…"
Kurt and Blaine both stepped back with their left feet, and then broke down into giggles.
"Oops," Blaine said. "Who's the leader?"
"I don't know. I thought I was."
"Me too…"
There was an awkward pause.
"Fine," Kurt huffed. "I'll follow. But you owe me."
"Thanks, Kurt!" Blaine kissed him on the cheek. "'Cause I really didn't want to twirl…I get dizzy easily."
"Alright, let's try this one more time," Crystal said, starting to count.
Kurt and Blaine managed to avoid stepping on each other's feet. They spent the rest of the hour practicing the steps and learning a couple different spins. By the end of the class, Kurt was really getting into it, swinging his hips exaggeratedly and humming along to the music Crystal put on after everyone had gotten the hang of counting their steps.
The music faded to a barely-audible volume, and Crystal stepped forward to speak.
"You guys were awesome today! Good work! I hope you all come back again soon!" she said enthusiastically.
Everyone moved to gather their belongings and trickle out the doorway. Kurt grabbed his own bag off the bench and headed out with Blaine.
Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and leaned in, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"I guess not," Kurt admitted reluctantly.
"So…could I convince you to take some more dance lessons with me?" Blaine asked hopefully.
"We'll see." Kurt said, though he honestly couldn't wait to go back.