Together, they entered the dance studio. Blaine, being the gentleman he is, held the door open for his wife and smiled at her. She smiled back, but everyone could see the strange tension there was between them. It was similar to having two puzzle pieces that don't fit entirely.
Blaine's eyes grew bigger as he saw him. A man, from what looked like the same age as himself, was dancing. His moves swooned with the music, his only concentration on the music. It seemed like nothing existed for him. No trouble, no pain. Just him, his moves and the music.
Blaine admired him. The man, who he didn't even know his name, had something. His careless freedom made him smile. Smiling for no reason, yet for so many. For a few seconds, for those few seconds he was dancing, Blaine felt happy again. Not normal happy, but special. It is unexplainable how one person could make him feel like this. And he doesn't even know his name. Who is this mystery man? And more important: Why is he feeling this way?
As the music came to an end, Blaine saw that not only him but also his wife was staring at him. Not in the way he was, she was impressed with his dance talent.
The song stopped and Blaine and his wife started clapping. The man startled a bit at first, as he didn't know there were people watching him. He bowed to his audience and walked over to them.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. I am Kurt Hummel and I am your couples dance teacher." His voice sounded even more impressive than Blaine thought it would. His radiation, his voice, spoke strength.
"I hope you enjoyed the mini show. The group before you ended earlier, and I was in the mood for a little dance." Kurt said with a big smile on his face, a smile that made Blaine smile as well.
"I just want to say: you can call me Kurt. I've been doing this for a while now, and this is more than a dance class. If you ever need to talk, you can tell me anything. But for now less talking, more dancing."
That is what they did. There were no spoken words after that. In the studio you could only hear the music, Kurt counting out loud, and the soft trumps of Blaine and his wife dancing.
Eventually, she broke the silence.
"Blaine, please concentrate and don't step on my feet. You know what? I think it's time for a little break. Maybe after that you'll be able to focus and not crush my feet. I need some fresh air, I'll be back in 5." Her voice sounded angry and annoyed. As she walked away, Blaine tried to stop her, but he knew it was hopeless. He made her angry, and all she needed now was some time alone.
He walked over to a chair, and sat down, with his face in his hands.
She wasn't lying, Blaine couldn't concentrate. If he was looking at his feet, the sound of his voice counting would make him wonder. And he couldn't look up, all he would to see would be Kurt, moving in circles around them, as they moved. What was wrong with him? He loved her, what did this man, that he barely knew, have? And why does it sound so familiar to love?
Five minutes later she came back. She had a fake smile over her. After being married so long, Blaine knew it was fake. It was all he ever saw. One fake smile. Never has he thought about the reason why she faked it. He just accepted it. It was the same with everything. He knew it was fake, didn't wonder why, and just accepted it. This is what he would do. He would dance with her, knowing it is fake, and accept that he loved her, and no one else.
