Author's Note: Thank you for your reviews. I love to hear that you laughed and enjoyed each drabble.

Again, I do not own the characters and/or songs used in this one shot. Song is property of Lily Allen and used for entertainment purposes only. (If you have not heard the song, you may wish to, as I feel the chorus sums up Yuri's opinion of JJ).

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Practice Makes Perfect

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The first time Otabek saw Yuri practice was on a Saturday. He'd arrived early thinking to have the rink to himself…yet the mass of teenage girls with their faces pressed against the windows of the arena told him otherwise. If the cat ears were any indication, he knew exactly who was inside. Upon entering the corridor, Otabek could hear the rhythmic sound of metal blades as they scraped the ice.

He stopped, gym bag resting on his shoulder, watching the form on the ice. The Russian's fair hair in stark contrast to the black shirt and pants which hugged his lithe form. Unlike in competitions, Yuri's hair was down, and the Kazakh noted the headphones on top of his head—drowning out the rest of the world. He was probably oblivious to the lovesick school girls outside.

The brunette was pretty sure that his feelings for the Russian Ice Tiger went FAR beyond platonic…while most would wager that he stood dumbstruck out of a skater's admiration, he didn't find it hard to determine why Yuri Plisetsky had so many fan girls. He was like an exotic creature…well, a violent and overzealous one…but he was painstakingly beautiful. Otabek sighed, this boy was gonna be the death of him…

The way Yuri moved, well that was bad enough…and apparently whatever was on his playlist, heavily influenced the fluidity of his skate. He was seriously, only Otabek's rival on the ice. His only rival for pursuing the Russian, was himself…and not wanting to mess up a good thing…

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The second time, had included Yuri's entire team. Georgi, Mila and the little punk apparently practiced quite differently when Yakov and Lilia weren't around. Their choice in music was just a little different too…if the repeated obscenity was a dead giveaway.

Ringing out from the portable speaker system attached to one of their phones,

"F You, F You, F You very very much…'cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew, so please don't stay in touch."

"Yuri, do your signature move!" laughed Mila.

Yuri did a quad toe loop with both arms raised, and extending each middle finger.

"Amazing! Yuri Plisetsky, raised both arms with the jump, earning higher marks for a greater degree of difficulty!" announced Georgi. He glided past the blonde, with an arabesque and smirked, "Yuratchka…what do you think of JJ?"

Yuri looked instantly annoyed, increasing his speed and landing a quad with the remark, "That shithead! I'll kick his ass this season!"

Otabek was torn between sighing or snickering…this boy was really something.

"What the hell are you three doing?!" roared Yakov, obviously not expected back so soon.

All three looked sheepish, skating off in opposite directions as he violently turned the obscene song off.

"Which one of you put this on?!" he barked, glowering at the trio.

The brown eyed boy sweatdropped from the sidelines…

Georgi pointed toward Yuri (who glared daggers), Mila pointed at Georgi (who feigned innocence), and Yuri was fingering the blame on Mila (as she puffed out her cheeks).

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Now the third time was planned. The brunette had a new playlist he wanted to share with his favorite blonde. They had planned to meet and grab lunch. The tiger's roar reverberated down the corridor as he entered.

"Look, you bastard! I am supposed to have this weekend off!"

Yakov was fuming, the sparks flying between the older man and the teenage rebel.

"It's close to competition! You need to be at your best!"

"I already am at my fucking best, you—

"Yuri Plisetsky!" came Lilia's curt response, "Don't use unattractive words!"

Yuri sucked in a breath, his cheeks puffing out in response.

"Why don't you just give him a challenge, Yakov?" suggested Mila, with a shrug. "Yuri wins, you give him the weekend off."

Obviously in favor of Mila's idea, "I'll handle any shitty challenge you give me!" exclaimed the boisterous teen, a confident smirk on his face.

Lilia cleared her throat.

Yuri sighed, hands in his team jacket pockets, "I mean, bring it…"

Yakov appeared to be seriously considering the offer. Mila and Georgi blurted out their fun filled ideas.

A few seconds later one of Yuri's infamous, HUH?!'s rang out.

"You want me to do what?!"

"Skate to Georgi's short program and I will give you the weekend of."

Their coach looked smug, knowing he had won. There was no way that the little tiger would ever agree to this challenge. Little did he know, the power of friendship was going to come and bite him in the ass.

"Georgi, get your ass out here!"

Everyone nearly fell over at Yuri's outburst, watching as he quickly took off his jacket and threw it over the divider.

"I'm hungry and I got shit to do!"

5 minutes later…

Georgi was crying. "That was beautiful."

Yeah…it was something alright…but at least he had won himself the weekend off. Besides, the look on the old man's face, that was priceless.

"Yuri Plisetsky," stated Lilia, watching as the teen retrieved his jacket. "See you on Monday."

The teen blinked…she looked, proud? "Aa…see you Monday."

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The Kazakh waited outside until his companion was ready. Upon his reemergence, Yuri complained, "My teammates are so friggin annoying. You're lucky you don't have to put up with their shit."

He wore his usual attire of skinny jeans and hoodie, with his cheetah print sneakers, hair down—sadly blocking one of those amazingly green eyes from view.

The stoic teen wore his typical leather jacket, black jeans, and a gray sweater—his sunglasses placed in his pocket—never on his head, as being compared to scum is not cool.

"So you got the weekend off, right?"

Yuri looked up with a grin, "Damn right, I did. So what do you want to do today?"

'Spend the entire day close to you, of course,' thought the brunette.

"I have a new playlist I thought you might be interested in over lunch?" offered Otabek, with a casual shrug, pushing himself from the wall his back had been occupying.

"Sweet," replied the tiger, quickly scrolling through his phone. "…Friggin Viktor and Katsudon share the weirdest shit with me on social media…" he mumbled absentmindedly before giving his best friend his full attention.

If it weren't for the obvious age gap between Yuri and the two men, the cool teen might have felt threatened when it came to obtaining Yuri Plisetsky's attention.

"I'm starved, where do you want to eat?"

The Russian's voice had interrupted his train of thought and Otabek often wished that Yuri's eyes weren't so green and full of emotion. This made it so much harder to be casual around him.

"Do you want to eat at the mall?" he suggested, "Do some shopping after?"

"Aa," replied Yuri with a slight nod, "Let's get the hell out of here."

The mall hadn't been a far walk from the rink, luckily since the late fall weather was growing quite cool…and even more so, because none of Yuri's Angels had been within their radar.

They now occupied a window seat table on the second floor of the food court with an assortment of foods: pirozhki, borscht and stroganoff to name a few.

The brunette felt that his blond companion was only truly happy in the presence of cats, his grandfather and food. Some little—er—growing part of Otabek hoped that Yuri would one day add him to that list.

He had transferred his playlist to the blonde's phone while eating. Now the Russian sat sideways in his chair, back to the window, knees bent and feet occupying the vacant chair beside him at the table. Yuri held his phone in hand, with one ear bud in, the other he had handed to the Kazakh so they could listen together.

Otabek rested his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the table, which narrowly separated him from the object of his affection. He liked how Yuri's green eyes would widen at a song he enjoyed, or how he would grin and tell Otabek his thoughts about the mix.

Everything was going so well until he saw two familiar figures standing outside the window and waving upward toward them. He took the headphone from his ear and instinctively stood up.

"Otabek?" questioned Yuri, tilting his head to the side to follow his friend's line of vision.

Yuri was always happy to have eaten before laying eyes on those two idiots—who just so happened to be out holiday shopping, on the same day he and Otabek had made plans.

"Don't wave to them…" grumbled the Russian, with a look of annoyance plastered on his face, "You'll only encourage them to come inside."

The Kazakh had not been raised to rudely ignore people…but then again, he hadn't been raised to pass up an opportunity with a hot tempered tiger either. He quietly resumed his seat.

3…2…1…

"…They're coming in…" flatly stated the brunette.

"Tch!" grounded out the blond, "Of course they are…"

Yuri shoved his phone in his pocket, "I'm not dealing with the pig or the geezer today," he remarked. He quickly sprang from his seat, glancing behind them to see Viktor's striking hair color sticking out in amongst the crowd.

"C'mon!" he declared, grabbing hold of his best friend's hand. "This is our bastard free day!"

The Kazakh only had time to grab his jacket of the back of his seat as the Russian pulled him along. He really hoped he wasn't blushing as his fingers tightened around Yuri's hand. He noted that the blonde was definitely stronger than he looked.

Hoodie up, head tilted down, as though he were a pro at dodging annoying people, Yuri pulled Otabek in and out and around the mass of holiday shoppers.

5 minutes later…

The normally stoic teen watched as the tiger cautiously peeked around a corner before deeming it safe. Apparently, Yuri had acquired ninja level skills having had so many encounters with his entourage.

"Sorry about that," nonchalantly remarked the blonde, motioning to their clasped hands. "I get used to flying solo when dealing with idiots. I thought it might suck if we got separated."

Oh, how the brown eyed boy hoped he still had an indifferent façade…because internally, he was over the moon at holding Yuri Plisetsky's hand.

"I think we're good now…" came a voice invading Otabek's happiness, "If you want to let go of my hand…I mean, I'm probably gonna need it eventually?"

Oh my God! Those words just registered and he released the once captured hand!

"You okay?" asked the Russian, arching an eyebrow in response.

"I'm good…" was the Kazakh's slick reply.

"Yeah, not very cool, I know," offered the green eyed teen with a smirk, "but I don't see them anywhere so I'd say it worked."

The rest of the day, Otabek secretly hoped that Viktor and Katsuki would run into them, just so he could feel Yuri's hand in his once more.

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