Story inspired by Roy Purdy dancing to Beethoven's Fifth.

"Check it!" Edd grinned as he hit the play button on the screen of his phone before sliding it across the counter to Kevin and started dancing.

The dance itself wasn't anything new to the redhead. He had seen Edd dance like this before when they went to the city with their friends to the underground teen clubs to see rising rappers and punk bands on the occasional free weekend they weren't all busy with school or work or whatever else their parents could wrangle them into to properly prepare them for adulthood.

But Beethoven's Fifth!?

Fucking shit if the damn thing didn't actually work.

BECAUSE IT DID.

"Get out of my kitchen," he intoned not more than ten seconds into Edd's dance routine as he slid the phone back towards his limber boyfriend.

Edd snatched his phone up with a pout and stomped into the living room to fling himself onto the couch.

Kevin shook his head at him as he left and his own phone rang.

"What!?" He huffed as he answered and he could hear Nat's eye roll through the phone.

"What's got you all grumpy?" He whined and Kevin groaned.

"Did you know you can actually dance to Mozart!?"

"IT WAS BEETHOVEN!" Edd screamed from the living room and Kevin groaned some more as Nat snickered.

"What did you do this time, Red?"

"Nothing!" Kevin retorted.

"HE HATES MY DANCING!" Edd screamed from the living room and through the phone Nat could have sworn he was crying but Kevin knew better.

"What!?" The peacock hissed to his best friend. "Kevin, I swear to God, if you -"

"I didn't do anything!" Kevin protested. "Expect...maybe...okay I may have kicked him out of the kitchen for doing his dorky ass dance to Beethoven or whoever."

"The one where he's all arms and legs?"

"Yeeeeeeep."

The next thing Kevin heard was a scream of laughter and then static and running before Rave's voice cut in to tell Nat to stop running in the house.

"Nooooooooo, no, no," Nat giggled before telling him what happened when he called Kevin.

"You're grounded, Kev!" Rave yelled at the phone before telling Nat to get off of him and get him lunch.

"You down, Kev?" Nat asked, finally getting to the point of this phone call.

"When and where?"

"Arby's on 28th and now. You owe Double Dancer curly fries."

"Yeah, yeah," Kevin sighed as he hung up the phone and went into the living room.

"Lunch?" He said softly hoping Edd could see he was sorry for making fun of him.

Cold blue eyes cut into him from over Edd's shoulder as he replied, "I want curly fries."

"Ok, Ba-"

"And a cherry turnover."

"Yes, Dear."

The video Edd took of a little black girl dressed up in a Iron Man costume, complete with plastic jewel encrusted tutu doing perfect pirouettes to Mask Off in the corral line as they all waited to order went viral.

Ten years later, she cheographed the Eds dance to theme song to Little Einstein's at their wedding. And the slow dance for their First Dance.

Kevin sat the rest of the dances out with a glass of Jameson, secure in his place in life as a White boy who can't dance.

He can do a mean Irish jig, tho.

But only in the kitchen. Ain't no way Edd's letting him leave the house shaking his hips like that.