Author's Note: It took me quite some time to write this one, but now it's finished. This is the first chapter in which I decided to first write it in Swedish, and then translate it afterward. Please tell me in your review if it's better written this way, or if I should simply continue writing the chapters originally in English.
Thank you and enjoy!
Chapter Seven, or The First Dancing Lesson.
Despite it took a somewhat great amount of confused texts during classes, Kurt and Blaine finally agreed on a time for a first dancing lesson.
After the weeks last rehearsal with the Warblers, it was actually time for Kurt to go home, but it happened to be right then he had promised Blaine to have the first lesson. Kurt was shamelessly excited over simply the thought of spending an hour or two alone with Blaine – dancing, too.
When the club had sung and danced through about thirty-eleven Katy Perry songs, the hour actually seemed to end. Impatiently, Kurt waved good-bye and exchanged some "have a nice weekend", before he finally could close the door and know that the only ones left were him and Blaine.
The only ones left were him and Blaine. Oh. Okay. That didn't produce any nervous emotions whatsoever. Not at all.
Slowly, he turned around. Blaine stood closer to a corner and fiddled with the club's stereo. Kurt couldn't really interpret if he was also nervous, or if he maybe felt a little uncomfortable.
"Shall we begin, then?" said Kurt, a little high-pitched, when he walked up to Blaine. "We might need to move the couches a little bit, but then we'll be fine."
Blaine nodded, and they began to refurnish in almost complete silence. When Kurt thought they had enough space, Blaine still hadn't uttered a word. In an attempt to not let it bother him, Kurt walked up to the stereo and put in a CD he had brought especially for this hour. He had even picked out all the songs. Maybe he was over ambitious, but Blaine would indeed not learn less than everything Kurt could teach him.
When the music – an instrumental melody with common time – had began to play, Kurt placed himself across from Blaine and caught his eyes.
"Shall we?"
Blaine nodded and held up his hands. If his face didn't say anything about his thoughts, then indeed did his hands – they shivered slightly and looked completely misplaced in the air between Blaine and Kurt.
With a brief laughter, Kurt took one step closer to Blaine. He grabbed the shaky hands and placed one – not without trying for his life to not shudder visibly – on his hip, and the other one stayed in Kurt's hand.
Kurt had held hands with Blaine before, even though it might be a sinful way to look at it. It wasn't very new to feel the warmth from Blaine's hand hold Kurt's, but it still felt exciting. It was, after all, not just any hand, but Blaine's hand. The most special of them all.
After some unsorted mumbling, they began, and Kurt would afterward remember the upcoming fifty minutes as some of the most embarrassing in his life – which really said something about just how embarrassing it had been.
Blaine was good at dancing, even though it wasn't his expert area, and he danced himself through almost the entire songs he sang with the Warblers. He was also a quick learner – he knew so many lyrics that he himself probably couldn't count them all. In addition, Blaine was very confident and determined when he was about to learn something new, at least during the Warblers rehearsals. Still, not even the shadow of one of these qualities was seen during his first dancing lesson with Kurt.
Kurt had noticed that Blaine was slightly unfocused in the start, but it had just gotten worse when Kurt tried to share a little history lesson. Since it hadn't seemed topical, and Blaine had pointed out that they didn't have much time, Kurt had ignored the trivia. Instead he had decided to show Blaine how to dance in common time with another person, but it turned out to be harder than expected.
Blaine had been simply clumsy. It was a quality Kurt never had seen with him earlier, but he had seemed extremely insecure and just clumsy. Kurt almost had a hard time to get this together in his mind, but accepted it and decided that Blaine didn't know anything about waltz. At all.
The entire lesson had, short story, been awkward, and after ending it a little earlier than planned, they had parted with one uncomfortable wave each. Kurt noticed at then that Blaine's face had turned into a deeply pink color. At almost any other occasion that Kurt could imagine, he would have thought of it as cute, but this had absolutely not been a time like that.
This had been a time when Blaine had tripped over Kurt and brought them both down to the floor. They had laid their for way too long, even if it hadn't been long at all, and even though none of them really moved, Kurt had felt a sudden warmth through his entire body – a warmth that soon had concentrated fully on one part of him that was about exactly under his waist.
"Crap" he had mumbled and quickly pushed Blaine away, as carefully as he could.
Now, Kurt lived in fear for the thought of the possibility that Blaine actually had had the time to notice what- uh, what happened with Kurt's lower regions when Blaine was too close to him.
During the weekend, Kurt feared for his life that horrible moment when he was going to have to meet Blaine again, only because of how extremely tense it would become between them. Even worse, if Blaine had noticed. Maybe he would become completely discouraged, and say that he didn't want any more lessons from Kurt, and that it would be fore the best if their friendship took a little break. Then they would never ever speak to each other again, and Kurt's time at Dalton would be even more insecure and without Blaine, unbearable.
The weekend went by way too fast, and Kurt thought himself only to sit in the garage and roll his thumbs for the entire Friday night and the Saturday. On Sunday, when Kurt was just on his way to sit down at the diner table with his family, the phone ringed. He exchanged looked with his father, Carole and Finn; do you expect a call? His dad shrugged.
"I'll take it" he said and went out to the hall.
Kurt sat down at the table beside Finn and began to fill his plate with Carole's spoken-of chicken salad. When he was ready to start eating – and Finn had gotten through half a portion already – his father called him from the hall and said he had a phone call from Blaine.
Kurt went out to the hall, and with a smile on his face he thought that it sounded so casual, as if it happened often: "It's Blaine!"
He took a deep breath and waited for his dad to go back to the kitchen, before Kurt put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Kurt. It's Blaine."
Of course it was Blaine – his voice was of that kind that Kurt would know always and wherever.
"Blaine" he said knowingly, "what do you- uh, what do you want?"
"Well, I would just want-" began Blaine, but interrupted himself and started over. "Can we have the next dancing lesson this Tuesday? After classes, I mean. If you still want to."
Another one? Oh my, my, my. That was unexpected.
"Sure" answered Kurt, but smiled then and leaned the phone away to say with very loud voice: "Fine, Blaine! I will give you dancing lessons, because I know how much you enjoy ballet!"
He could hear laughter from the kitchen, and with an even wider smile, he put the phone back to his ear.
"What was that?" asked Blaine and sounded almost as if he smiled too. "What's with the ballet?"
"I'm simply entertaining my family" said Kurt. "But Tuesday, you say?"
"Absolutely" said Blaine. "We might need- kind of many lessons."
"Oh, stop, only a couple."
"I suck."
Kurt really tried to come up with something encouraging. "Yes, you do."
"Then I'll see you" said Blaine with a friendly tone that told Kurt that he actually seemed to look forward to it.
"It will be fun" said Kurt.
"I'll try not to fall over you this time."
Oh good lord, he had noticed.
Kurt swallowed deeply and gave up a brief laughter. "Rather" he said.
They ended the conversation and Kurt went back to his family at the dinner table. When he sat down, his father asked him what "dancing lessons" implied. Slightly bitterly, Kurt answered: "Blaine are going with Rachel to some wedding in a few weeks, and he wanted me to help him with his waltz skills."
He met his father's eyes. "He has none" added Kurt.
With a careful smile, his dad continued to eat. There was something thick lying in the air, and ultimately, Carole made it clear what it was, when she popped the question.
"Are they still dating?"
Both Kurt and Finn looked up from their plates.
"They are" said Kurt.
"Yes" answered Finn.
Kurt shot him a glance. He should have known earlier – even though Finn had Quinn nowadays, he was obviously not satisfied with having her only. Rachel feelings were probably still left somewhere underneath that striped sweater. Kurt couldn't say he understood Finn, but then again, Finn hadn't ever really been sensible.
But another dancing lesson, anyway. It could be- interesting. In addition, Kurt needed to use some sort of move soon, or else Blaine would surely be lost from his grip.
