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A/N – Just for the record, I would definitely be one of the 20 ;]

Amy, seeing the scowl that Rory was giving her, finally managed to stop laughing at his tap shoes.

"Good luck," she managed to choke out.

Rory sighed.

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"Are you the new teacher?"

Rory had been standing outside the door of the dance hall working up his courage to go in when he heard a girl's voice behind him.

He turned around, saw a fourteen year old, paled slightly and nodded.

"Grace Harkness," she said, grinning at him and pointing at her name sticker. "You do know that's the hall?"

Rory nodded again.

"Yeah, I thought so," she said, looking amused. "Come on."

Slightly puzzled at the way she seemed to be taking charge, Rory let Grace clasp her hand around his elbow and drag him into the hall.

Immediately, the girls started exchanging glances and whispers, giggling.

"That's him."

"He is quite, isn't he?"

"I can see what you mean."

Feeling slightly like he was part of a freak show, Rory coughed and went to fiddle with the CD player, pretending to be sorting something. It took him several minutes to realise that Grace had long left him and gone to join the hordes.

When it had finally gotten quiet enough that Rory had stopped trembling, he turned around to face them.

"Er… right," he said, his voice high. "Well, er… what've you done so far this year? Can I… see, or…?" he trailed off as they started getting into position. "Right, yeah, good."

He leant against the wall as they started into some kind of complex movements to a Police song. The dance itself didn't look too hard, but Rory would have to move, which at the moment looked like a problem.

It wasn't long before they finished, and Rory was on the spot.

"Stretches," he managed to mumble. "Let's do some stretches."

He was so wrapped up in not falling over that he didn't even notice when they all started giggling again.

And as he finished leading the stretches and panicked about what to do next, he definitely didn't notice he now had about 20 girls in love with him.

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When the bell rung, Rory could hardly wait for them all to leave so he could go to the staff room and find Amy, or at least just collapse into a chair.

But, of course, his trials were nowhere near over.

He was leaning against the wall, trying not to collapse when, once again, he heard Grace's distinctive American voice.

"Mr Williams?"

Rory jumped.

"Miss Pond asked me to tell you she wants to meet you in the Drama room," she said, again looking amused.

Rory swallowed and nodded. "Er, alright," he said, but then he remembered something.

"She's Mrs Williams now," he said proudly.

"Oh," said Grace, looking puzzled. "That's… good."

The truth in this made Rory smile his firs real smile of the day.

Grace shook her head slightly, grinning, and then went to leave.

"Wait," said Rory, suddenly thinking of something. "Where is the Drama room exactly?"

"Should I show you?"

"Er, yes."

Grace didn't seem surprised at all.

The two of them set off through the school, grace confident, Rory awkward.

"So," said Grace at last. "When you say that Miss Pond is Mrs Williams, do you mean she's married to you?"

"Yes," said Rory, almost defiantly.

"Oh." She nodded, then seemed to stifle a laugh. "You should probably share that a little more."

"Why?" said Rory suspiciously, immediately worried that Amy had started snogging the Doctor in the middle of a lesson.

"Because," said Grace, stifling a smile. "The rest of the class."

"The rest of the class what?"

Grace grinned, "Nothing. That's the Drama room."

Rory sighed, resigning himself to never knowing what the rest of the class thought of him, though it did worry him when they kept smiling at him. "Thank you, Grace."

"Welcome," she said, before turning around and running off to join two other girls outside the dinner hall.

After checking the sign above the door to see that it was indeed the Drama room, Rory pushed open the door.