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Here is chapter three.
Disclaimer: I only own Jamie... not glee
Theatricality
Jamie closed his eyes as he listened to the music. His body flowed with each note, each change in pitch allowing a different movement. His mind was somewhere above him, watching hims as he danced. He felt weightless. Free.
"Jamie!" A voice interrupted his reverie, "Chin up! And I want to see those toes completely pointed, there's no room for sloppy here!"
"Sorry Mrs. Alderman," Jamie said quietly, opening his eyes revealing his ballet class. The girls around him were giggling at his reproach. His best friend Emmy was struggling not to burst into laughter, "Oh shut up you," He murmured under his breath.
"Language Hudson!" Mrs. Alderman reprimanded, "unless you want to spend next class polishing mirrors."
That did it. Emmy was falling over with laughter at Jamie's expense as he glared angrily at the annoying little brat.
"Alright, that's enough for today. Class dismissed." Mrs. Alderman shouted, clapping her hands. All the little girls and Jamie moved to gather their things and changed into their day clothes. Jamie changed quickly, stuffing his dance clothing and shoes as deep into his bag as he possibly could, as if someone could see through the bag and know.
"Jamie, do you wanna go grab some ice cream?" Emmy asked him as they walked out of the studio.
"Ice cream? Really Emmy? Really?" Jamie said teasingly, raising his eyebrows.
"Oh shut up." She growled, hitting his shoulder, "We just burned, like at least 800 calories or something like that."
"I'm just kidding, come on, lets go." Jamie chuckled, hopping onto his bike and peddling down the street.
The two friends sat at the local Ben and Jerry's nurturing two low fat yogurts despite themselves.
"How did you get Mrs. Alderman to give you free lessons?" Emmy asked, looking at Jamie.
Jamie shrugged, "I have my ways."
Four years ago, when he and Emmy were eight, Jamie would show up at the studio to grab Emmy and head over to her house to play. He would sit and watch the end of each class and imagine himself in the class, dancing and flying on center stage. Eventually, Mrs. Alderman saw him there and started letting him join in at the end of each class. After some time, Mrs. Alderman recognized his talent and ask Jamie about taking full classes. But dance was expensive. Jamie did not want to make his mother pay that kind of money and more importantly, he DID NOT want Finn to know he was taking dance. So he and Mrs. Alderman came up with a compromise. Jamie would show up to dance an hour early to mop floors, clean mirrors, alphabetize files, or whatever else he could do to around the studio. In return, Mrs. Alderman allowed him to take free lessons. It was a fair compromise and it worked out well.
Finn thought that he was at soccer practice...
"Does your brother know you dance yet."
Jamie flinched and looked up at his friend. Emmy was looking at him with soft eyes, not accusing but knowing, "You really don't need to be embarrassed, you're actually really good."
"Oh. My. God. Is the all empowering Emmy actually complementing me right now?" Jamie said, a smile on his face.
Emmy raised her eyebrows, "You are really talented at changing the subject too. I think you should tell your brother, you know he won't mind."
Jamie looked at Emmy and smiled, "Perhaps." but internally he was thinking "I wish that were true."
Later that night Jamie walked into what was now that Hudson-Hummel house. He liked living with Burt and Kurt. It was kind of crowded, but homey, and comfortable.
He took a deep breath as he walked into the house. He was going to tell Finn. Screw the consequences. It didn't matter what Finn thought... he loves dancing. But even as he told himself this, Jamie knew internally, that whatever Finn's opinion, it would affect him greatly. If Finn told him dance was stupid, he wouldn't dance. Because Finn was his role model, and aside from Burt recently, the only father he had ever known. He needed Finn's approval.
He took one more deep breath and walked into the basement. What he heard was less than reassuring.
"Get rid of this faggy blanket! And this faggy pillow! And this faggy lamp!" Finn was shouting at Kurt who stood there, arms crossed, tears in his eyes.
"Finn..." Jamie whispered, his voice hoarse from withheld tears.
Finn froze, guilt immediately washing over his face, "Jamie." He said, turning to look at the boy.
Jamie turned on his heel and ran up the stairs, tears flowing down his cheeks. Finn ran after him after whispering a quick apology to Kurt. He found Jamie sitting on the porch staring off into space.
"Jamie." Finn said, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Jamie immediately flinched away, "How could you Finn... how could you... say that... to him?" Jamie whispered, trying desperately not to show exactly how much this affected him.
"You don't know the whole story... he's been... coming on to me. I didn't know what to do."
"So you called him a fag!" Jamie hissed angrily, "Cause that would solve everything."
"No it's not like that. There's nothing wrong with the way he... the way he is. I just would rather not live with him you know? I mean he doesn't need to be that out there. You know?. He could pull it in a little and make it easier for people to get close to him. That way I won't feel embarrassed to be his..."
WHACK
Finn froze, his hand flying to his cheek where the fist just connect with his jaw painfully. "Ow! What the fuck man!"
Jamie glared venomously at Finn, "That was because Kurt won't do it for himself. Because he's a better person then you."
"Jamie." Finn whispered, "Why does this bother you so much anyway?"
"Because... because... I." No... not yet. "Kurt's our brother... sort of. And as family we have to protect him... you have to protect him. The same way you've always protected me." Jamie shook his head. "I'm going to go see if he's ok."
Finn nodded, rubbing his jaw, "jeez... get this strong from soccer practice?"
Jamie stopped in the doorway, "Something like that."
Later that week Jamie walked into Finn and Kurt's room, a small smile on his face.
"I heard what you did for Kurt." he said quietly.
"Yeah... well." Finn mumbled, "Wasn't gonna let those assholes beat the crap out of him."
"I'm glad." Jamie grinned mischievously and moved forward to pinch Finn's cheek, "awww! My big brother is growing up!"
"Oh no you don't brat!" Finn said with false anger, he turned and chased Jamie, who was running nimbly from the room.
Finally after a good ten minutes of running Finn was in the living room, panting hard, "Fuck brat, when did you get so fast."
Jamie shrugged, "Oh... you know... Soccer practice."
Finn smiled, "I see... keep that up and maybe someday you'll be able to beat you big bro." HE said moving to rub his head.
"Ah MY HAIR!" Jamie shouted, "That took hours!" He whined, fumbling to fix it.
Finn rolled his eyes, "Whatever man. I have to go to Puck's for a Halo marathon."
"Tell him I said hi!" Jamie shouted as Finn left.
"Whatever" Finn called back.
Maybe he and Finn would be okay... but he wasn't ready to tell him about ballet... maybe someday... but not yet.
Thank you so much for reading.
I hope you enjoyed.