This fic is dedicated to Jodie who inspired this idea by asking for balletlock headcanons one night, and to Madi, who, along with Jodie, annoyed me until I wrote this, and then encouraged more. They are the reason my little ficlet turned into a fic. ILY, asshats!

John trudged up the stairs, grumbling to himself the whole time. He did not understand why he had to pick up Harry. Why was it his fault that she had gotten herself grounded from her car? Why did he have to be punished as well for her coming home past curfew drunk again? There were so many other things he could be doing right now, like hanging out with all of his rugby buddies or studying for his chemistry exam next week, which he really needed to do so that he didn't fail that class. But no, he had to go pick up his stupid sister from her stupid ballet rehearsal.

John really hated having to pick up Harry from ballet. He always felt so awkward, and then there were all of those girls running around in almost nothing, as tights and leotards left little to the imagination. It was basically hell for a teenage boy. And while John did enjoy the beauty of ballet, he hated the tediousness of their rehearsals. How many times did they have to do the same thing over and over again?

The worst part about picking Harry up from rehearsals was that they almost always ran late. John would get there on time, as was his habit, and then have to sit and wait through at least two more run-throughs of whatever they were rehearsing.

When John finally reached the top of the stairs, he saw that today was no different. He stood at the door of the studio to catch Harry's eye to let her know he was there. She saw him, gave him a small wave, and held up a finger to indicate "one more minute."

One more minute, my ass, thought John with a sigh. He was just about to walk off to sit in a seat in the hallway to wait, when he noticed the dancers for the next rehearsal, and stopped dead in his tracks.

At the barre with his back to John was a tall, skinny man with curly brunette hair, stretching his leg up to the side. John gulped down air, embarrassedly realizing that he had stopped breathing for a bit. John stood in the door and continued to watch the man stretch and bend, wondering the whole time why he couldn't take his eyes off of him.

He's a bloke! Why can't I take my eyes off a bloke? Why did I stop breathing because of a bloke?

Well, he may be a bloke, said another voice inside his head, but he's still the most beautiful person you've ever seen.

And he was, John realized. Those long, skinny but muscular arms and legs, that mop of curly hair, his well defined back… And I haven't even seen his face.

Just as John was thinking that, the man turned around and looked at him with the most piercing grey eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes flicked rapidly over him, and then met his own eyes again before the man smirked at him. That smirk rocked John, and was glad that he was leaning against the door jamb, or he might have fallen over.

Suddenly, there was a rush of girls pushing past him to get into the hallway. Apparently, John had been too entranced to notice that the rehearsal had finally ended. Although now, he was sad that it had ended. It meant he no longer had an excuse to watch the beautiful, curly haired dancer.

Harry bounded up to him, ready to pull him out into the hall so that they could leave, but stopped when she saw the dazed look on his face. She turned to see where he was looking, and then turned back with a smile on her face. Harry touched John's arm, and he looked at her dazedly.

"Who is that?" he asked in an awed whisper.

"Oh, that's Sherlock Holmes. He's new, but he's amazing. He's going to be our Basilio!"

John nodded dazedly, not completely understand what Harry was saying, and Harry led John out of the studio, giggling to herself.

After that, John never complained about picking Harry up again. In fact, he volunteered.

A/N-

The ballet that Harry and Sherlock's company is rehearsing is Don Quixote. Basilio is the male lead of the ballet.

For a lovely visual of Sherlock stretching, please look at anotherwellkeptsecret's lovely Balletlock fanart on Tumblr(x)