One-two-three-four, one—two—three—shit.
"You okay Matt?" Blaine asked kneeling next to me.
I blushed. This is the second time I've fallen during this practice.
"Yeah, I'm fine Blaine." I replied pushing myself up.
Bzzzzz.
I froze. My phone was vibrating in my pocket. I sneaked a glance at it.
Noah. Perfect.
"Blaine? I need to take this. It's Noah; it could be a family emergency." I whispered to him.
He nodded. He probably didn't even hear me since he was discussing the routine with Tina.
"Hello," I said answering the call as I slipped out of the choir room.
"Hey Matt, what's up?" my brother replied.
I paused. I figured it would be better if we talked about this face-to-face, "Can you meet me at the Lima Bean around three?"
"I don't know, I have a paper due Thursday. I'll see if I can swing by." He replied hesitantly.
"Thanks big brother," I said a small smile on my face. I was so proud of his new relationship with his education.
He laughed, "Anytime kiddo."
Click!
I took a deep breath and walked back in the choir room. Fifteen minutes later I stumbled out after managing to knock myself out while trying to turn 90 degrees.
I think I've managed to claim Finn's title as worst dancer in the club.