A.N.: Another one! 14 more!

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For more info on the ballet terms I used in this story, I found these on Wikipedia, so you can check out what each one means:
 Glossary of Ballet Terms – en(.)wikipedia(.)org/wiki/Glossary_of_ballet
 En pointe (pointe) – en(.)wikipedia(.)org/wiki/En_pointe

If you'd like more of a visual, here's the YouTube page I found that had a bunch of videos showing certain moves:
 youtube(.)com/user/RoyalOperaHouse. Just click on videos and find the ones that mention the Ballet Glossary.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight and Swan Lake. Stephenie Meyer own Twilight and Pyotr Tchaikovsky own Swan Lake.

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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: 2 – Ballet Studio
Pen Name: k8ln713
Pairing/Main Character(s): Bella/Edward
Rating: M

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BPOV

I absolutely love to dance. All types, but I prefer classic ballet.

It's just so graceful and elegant. Ballerinas just dancing around on their toes and twirling around, making something so complicated look so easy. And I do it all the time. My friends wonder how I do it, how I stand it. They dance modern dance and hip hop, dances where they jump around and only do it on flat feet, while I'm pirouetting and dancing en pointe. It's very painful, but it's worth it.

Thankfully my mother never pushed me so hard and was never a real dance mom, who are just plain crazy if you ask me. It's as if they live through their daughters. My mother, Renee, just wanted me to be happy and have fun and make friends. And I did all that without having her breathe down my neck to be perfect. I loved how she encouraged me to keep going even when I made a mistake or didn't completely nail a move, not yelling at me to do it again and again until I got it down pact.

At recitals she was the loudest when cheering me on, and at competitions she consoled me when either my class/team or I didn't place. She was the perfect mother when it came to me dancing. And she never scrutinized me when it came to my weight, even though I'm not heavy. She never starved me or forced me to throw up my food. And she never treated me as if I was a porcelain doll who couldn't do anything but ballet. She actually wanted me to stop dancing, even for just one hour, to be with my friends. And she never forced me to choose ballet as a career, only as a hobby.

I don't want to do this as my career. It'd only take the enjoyment out of it for me. Ballet was my escape when I needed it. To just pirouette constantly to get my anger out. Doing that just helped me get through tough times, like my parents' divorce when I was ten. And then when my mom died five years later due to ovarian cancer. I just danced and danced to let out my anger and sadness.

At fifteen, when I moved back in with my dad and was without a mom, I still danced, even if I was too sad to. I needed to do it. Otherwise I'd go insane. My dad supported that I danced, and was proud when I had my recitals, but it wasn't the same without my mom. But I still did it.

And now that I'm twenty-one, in college for a teaching degree, I still am part of a class, an adult class, and I teach little girls ballet now. I love it. I love how they try so hard to be good, but I put it through their young minds that my class was to be fun. They didn't need to be perfect.

I despised how their mothers were unlike my mother… scolding them for not doing a move right. I actually started banning the moms from sticking around inside the studio to watch their daughters because I couldn't take how they couldn't keep their mouths shut. They gossiped, bragged incessantly, or yelled that their daughters were awful and needed to repeat the move until it was right. I was sick of it and I kicked them out. They were to drop off their daughters at four and pick them up at five thirty. That was my rule with them. I'm sure they had better things to do for an hour and a half than to watch their daughters be imperfect at times.

And I saw how the girls who had their dance moms sticking around breathing down their necks like that do so much better without the pressure of their mother being in the room. So I obviously made the right choice with kicking those bitches out.

There's this one girl, Abby, who was the cutest girl ever, in my Friday afternoon class. She was the best. She knew every move and was a sweetheart with the other girls, helping them out if they had trouble. She would make a great teacher one day if she ever did decide to become a teacher. She knew that ballet was supposed to be a graceful dance, and pretty much perfect, but she knew that at six years old, she and the other girls weren't ballerinas in the Company doing this as their job, but as their hobby, so she knew how to have fun, even if she was almost perfect at it.

One Friday afternoon, when her mother, Rosalie, dropped her off, Rosalie told me her brother-in-law, Abby's uncle, was gonna pick her up because she had something to do around the time she would pick up Abby. I said it was fine, and if by any chance Abby's uncle was late, I didn't mind her sticking around for a few extra minutes because I had a class an hour later, so I had to stick around. I usually just took this extra time to practice.

Abby loved to see me dance en pointe. She wanted to dance that way, too, one day, and I told her I'd be happy to teach her when she's older and more advanced. Only occasionally did I show my students how to dance en pointe, and I did point out that it is hard and it starts to hurt your feet after awhile. As beautiful as ballet is, it's a fucking killer on your feet and toes. I don't know how many times I had bruised and cut up my feet because of my slippers.

So when five thirty came around, and Abby's uncle didn't show up with the other moms to pick up their daughters, I let her gather up her things, not putting on her coat yet, while I put on my pointe shoes, showing her how I tie them up and how I flex my feet to get comfortable before doing some quick and easy stretches before doing some simple moves and the feet positions with my hand on the barre.

I then prepared myself to start dancing. Abby watched in a trance, as I could see her in the mirror. I smiled and continued dancing. It was only about five minutes later when I finished with a deboulé in a chain that I heard the door slam, making me lose my balance and my focus on spotting the corner in the wall.

I fell to the floor, landing on my ass. Ugh… that's gonna be a bruise in the morning.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry!" a man's voice said right next to me. I looked up and was face to face with the most gorgeous face – sharp jaw, pouty lips, deep green eyes. My mouth dropped open when I saw the hotness of the man in front of me.

"Uh… it's fine," I replied in a stutter as the god helped me to my feet.

"Are you OK, Miss Bella?" Abby asked.

"Yeah… are you OK, Miss Bella?" the guy repeated.

"I'm OK, sweetie. Just a little stumble," I told the little girl.

She smiled and looked up at the man. "Uncle Edward… this is my ballet teacher, Miss Bella. Miss Bella this is my uncle, Uncle Edward."

"Nice to meet you," he said, thrusting out his hand to shake me mine.

"You, too," I answered when I took his hand. I felt these sharp jolts run through my arm and I yanked my hand back to stop the electricity. He must have felt it, too, 'cause he jumped like I did.

"Weird…"

"Yeah."

"Miss Bella, can you show me another dance?" Abby requested sweetly. I always caved to her puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, Abby. Why don't you bring Uncle Edward over to the chairs and both of you can watch."

"Come on, Uncle Edward! Miss Bella is the best dancer!" She pulled her uncle to the seats and he reluctantly went with her, keeping his attention on me as he followed her. He grinned and I couldn't help but blush. The smile affected me.

I went back over to the barre and again did a few simple moves, like pliés and a petit battement in place, which was me just standing in one place en pointe, lifting one of my legs and making repetitive beating movements in front and in back of my other leg, moving faster each time, before switching to my other leg.

I walked away from the barre and then did a relevé, before moving into a bourée en couru. I was just doing random, easy moves, nothing like a real dance so I wasn't following a routine. I pirouetted a few random times before leaping into a grande jeté. I then did quick little steps while en pointe before finishing with a fouetté rond de jambe en tournant.

I ended it all with a révérence, a bow that ballerinas do at the end of a show, and the two of them clapped. Abby clapped enthusiastically, but Edward clapped slowly, like he couldn't believe I'd just done something like that. I smiled and blushed some more before walking over to the seats.

"Was that good enough?" I asked Abby.

"It was wonderful, Miss Bella."

"Alright, Abby. We gotta get you home. Mommy would want you home by the time she gets back," Edward stated, picking up Abby's coat and holding it open for her so she'd put it on.

"Aw man."

"You were… incredible, Miss Bella."

"Just Bella. Miss Bella is for Abby and the other students," I laughed out. It was just a little weird for a grown man to be calling me Miss Bella.

"Sorry, Bella. But you were amazing. I didn't know women can dance like that. All they seem to be doing is grinding on guys' junks nowadays."

"I guess I'm just old fashioned. I like the classics."

"Me, too."

"Come on, Uncle Edward!" Abby called out, already waiting for him at the door.

"One sec, Squirt," he chuckled, making her giggle. "I think I'm gonna be picking up Abby for the next few of weeks. Rose has been taking part in some night art classes on Fridays, and it's for the next month or so, so I guess you'll be seeing more of me."

"OK," I sighed. "No problem. And again, if you're just a few minutes late, I don't mind."

"Great. So… I guess I'll see you next week?"

"I'll be here. Goodnight Edward."

"'Night Bella."

"Goodnight Abby!" I called out.

"Goodnight Miss Bella!"

I waved them off and all the while as I was dancing in my class, I couldn't get Edward out of my mind.

Weeks continued to pass and every Friday night, Edward came to pick up Abby. She would beg me to dance and Edward wanted to watch me, too. It was getting close to a recital and my routine was of Swan Lake, the Black Swan solo. So I needed to practice as much as I could and what better than to have a small audience telling me if I was good?

Abby really loved watching me dance and one day wanted to be like me. I encourage her all the time to follow her dreams, but to always remember to have fun. And Edward… well, he's always in a trance whenever I dance for them. He's always staring at me, never once seeming to blink. There was no possible way it was because I was dancing, right?

When it was time for me to go to my class, they were leaving. Because Abby was so into my advanced dancing, I gave her a few tickets so she could see my show. My recital was the weekend after hers.

"Really?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, honey. I want to hear you the loudest, OK?"

"OK, Miss Bella. Can Uncle Edward come, too?"

"There's four tickets in there. One for you, two for your parents, and one for Uncle Edward. If he wants to come of course."

"Definitely," he whispered. We were staring deeply into eachother's eyes, but I broke out of the chance when I noticed the time. I was gonna be really late for my class if I didn't head over to it.

"I'll see you both soon," I told them as they left. Edward gave me one last look to me and then Abby pulled him out.

The weekend of my recital came. Abby's recital went really well and she said she wanted me to come to dinner with her family, Edward included. Edward and I talked about almost everything. It seemed that during the time we've been seeing eachother when he picked up Abby these last few weeks, we never really got to know eachother. Now we did. When my turn came up, I did my solo perfectly and I got a standing ovation. I could hear Abby screaming in excitement for me and I could then see Edward right beside her, smiling. It made me smile and I knew what I had to do when this was over. We wouldn't be seeing eachother any time soon for Abby's sake, and if I wanted to see him, I needed to tell him how I felt.

I had started to feel really attracted to him, and then after last weekend at Abby's celebratory dinner and I finally got to know him, my attraction grew. We were so similar, and different at the same time. We got along so well, too, so what could go wrong with being with eachother if he felt the same way. And those electrical jolts… it wasn't a one time thing. It was everytime we touched, and we didn't jump and let go of eachother when they came about… we embraced that feeling because it obviously meant something.

I went backstage and waited till curtain call, where all of the dancers would go on stage to give one more reverence. Abby and Edward, to me at least, were the loudest of the crowd, cheering me on. I laughed and bowed once more before escaping backstage to take off my costume and makeup, and pack up my belongings. After I had cleaned up and dressed in my cotton dress and ballet flats, ironically, there was Abby and Edward, him with a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Hi," I said.

"You were so good out there, Miss Bella. I so cannot wait till I can dance like you," Abby said as she hugged me.

"Well you know I'll be the one to teach you when you do."

"You were… really amazing out there, Bella. The best of them all."

"You're just biased 'cause you've only seen my routine."

"No… no other dancer could compare to you." He stepped closer, handing me the flowers. "These are for you."

"Thank you. I'll be sure to thank Rosalie and Emmett as well for these."

"Actually… they have their own separate bouquet for you. Those are actually from me."

"Really?" He nodded. "Oh my God… thank you. They're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you."

I gasped as he stepped closer to me. "Wh–"

"Bella… would you go on a date with me. I really like you and would really like to see you more than when I was just picking Abby up."

"Yes," I whispered.

"Can I…?" he stuttered, looking down at my lips. I could only nod. And then I felt the softness and warmth of his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling. My mouth opened slightly and I felt his tongue poke out and touch my lips, asking for permission to kiss me more. And I obliged.

Then a throat clearing separated us. It was Emmett, Abby's dad. "You know there's a kid in the room, right?" Shit… I kinda forgot about Abby.

Edward and I laughed and Edward asked if he could take me out tomorrow for the afternoon, and I accepted. I couldn't wait.