As the dance grew closer, the school classes changed as well. Well, study hall, at least. The children where instructed to move the desks to the edges of the room so the center of the room was clear. They where given no further instructions, so it was a surprise when the ballet instructor walked in.

Yes, Warwick offers a wide variety of extra-curricular activities, ballet being one of them. Therefore the school had such an instructor, obviously. Mrs. Bristow appeared to be in her late thirties. She wore a nice dress, and had an almost eerily cheery disposition. The children whispered amongst themselves as to what she could be doing here, of all places.

"Alright, children, settle down." he said, clapping her hands to get their attention. "I suppose you're all wondering why I'm here. Well, as you all know, the Warwick annual dance is coming up," she spoke will great enthusiasm, as indicated by her not only voice, but her excessive use of gesticulation. The children, mostly boys, actually, let out a nearly simultaneous "aaaaw". Once more, she clapped her hands to get their attention.

"Children, I don't need your input while I'm trying to talk. Now, it is traditional for the first half of the dance to be formal, and requires that you know how to dance formerly. The second half will be more loose, so in other words, come late." an almost buzzing noise, caused by small amounts of laughter from the children was heard. The rest of them remained silent, dreading where this was going. "So, the school asks me every year to teach the students how to waltz for that first half."

"Shit." a petite boy with hair of the most awkward shade of blueish black muttered under his breath.

"What is it?" a slightly taller boy with flaxen hair whispered to the first.

"Do you even know when the last time I waltzed was? It was at your stupid costume party in the 1800s!"

"Yeah, and you sucked at it then, too."

"Piss off."

"Now," the woman continued, "If I may have a volunteer to demonstrate?" The room went silent. "Anyone? Anyone at all?" Of course no one stepped forward. What kind of idiot would volunteer to dance with a teacher in front of the entire class? "Does anyone here know how to waltz."

With a smirk, the bluenette shoved his blonde friend forward. He stumbled to balance himself. He turned to his friend. "What was that for?!" he inquired in a hushed tone. Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Ah! Finally! A volunteer!" Alois looked at the woman questioningly before he realized where he was standing. Once more, the children laughed. Ciel even laughed, covering his mouth so no one could see. "And your name is?"

"Alois Trancy, ma'am."

"Alois Trancy, do you know how to waltz?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, would you please take my waist?"

Now the class was roaring. That last sentence really set them off. Alois struggled to maintain his poker face, his face turned a very subtle shade of pink.

"Now, now! Settle down!" Mrs. Bristow clapped her hands once more. "Mister Trancy, if you would please?"

Swallowing whatever pride he had left, Alois took the standard position. Placing his left hand on the woman's waist, and taking her right. The class snickered, and in response, the blonde not-so-subtly mouthed the words, "piss off" to the offenders.

"Audrey, could you start the music please?" the woman asked, looking over to a boy in the corner of the room next to a CD player.

"Yes, ma'am." and thus, music crept into the room.

"Begin, left foot first..." the woman began, but soon no longer required giving any further instruction. The blonde moved his left foot, followed by his right. His right foot moved outward, followed by his left. Next, his right moved backward, then his left moved out. These movements were repeated on loop around the room, much to the disbeleif of the students, including Sir Phantomhive.

"Where on earth did you learn this dance?"

"I had a tutor." the blonde answered without missing a beat. His answer shockingly honest to the Phantomhive. He expected some nonsense like, "I taught myself", or, "Google."

"This is the Viennese Waltz, correct? Now that's traditional dancing." the instructor replied.

"I think so? I don't really remember the name."

The class watched as the two danced. Alois even pulled of a rather ambitious twirl, much to the woman's delight. His bluenette friend, however, was getting a bit creeped out by this.

Finally, Mrs. Bristow stopped laughing for a moment and parted from the boy, who even bowed, like a true Victorian Englishman would. She addressed the class. "And that is how it's done!" she declared, applauding the boy.

Joining into the applause, the other students were starting to get a bit excited as well. They looked like they were having fun, so the others became curious to try it as well. Brstow began teaching another boy, and Alois was instructed to do the same with a girl, and when those students felt like they got it, they would in turn, teach another. Soon the waltz was spreading like a disease as everyone in the room began to dance. Everyone, except Ciel.

Ciel was not keen on dancing. He did not like dances nor parties or any social event, for that matter. He just leaned against the wall and waited for the class to be over. That is, until a certain blonde walked up.

"Come on, then." he said.

"What?" the bluenette partially whined, yelled, and asked.

"You're the only one left, come on."

"Alois, in case you haven't noticed, neither of us are girls." Ciel crossed his arms to cement himself to the ground. He was not dancing, and that was final. Especially with a boy.

"Oh, get off it. In case you haven't noticed, there are no girls left, and you still need a refresher course." the blonde insisted, offering his hand.

Ciel felt his face start to heat up. Class was over in about ten minutes. If he could stall Alois for that long, he'd be free. "I don't even want to go to the stupid dance."

"Everyone has to take this class, Ciel."

"No."

"Don't be a baby. Just take my waist."

At that, the flush on the bluenette's face became visible. The thought of touching the other boy's waist was just...

"No!" He was not going to budge.

"Want me to take yours then?"

"Fine." he caved in. The blonde was going to pester him relentlessly until class was over. In fact, there was no garuntee it would stop there. Ciel just couldn't stand it.

He knew he was going to face some severe ridicule for this, but for the moment, he didn't care. He placed his left hand on the blonde's waist, unsuccessfully hiding his blush, and took the other boy's right.

"Even though I'm being the female, I'll lead since you can't remember, m'kay?"

"Fine, whatever."

Alois moved his right foot back, urging the other to follow him with his left. The blonde moved his left foot outwards while the bluenette moved his right. They went through all the steps of the waltz, and repeated them. Ciel stepped on the blonde's foot on more than one occasion.

Eventually, the bluenette managed to calm down, however this was just as the bell rang. And as promised, Alois separated from him, giving him a joking curtsy as he did. He had more fun than he thought he would, the bluenette. It was almost a shame they had to switch classes.

Before leaving, the instructor addressed the class one last time. "Remember, children: we'll be doing this on Tuesday's and Thursday from now until the dance!"

Alois looked to his friend with a patronizing smirk, letting his expression speak for him. Blushing at the fact that the boy knew about his secret enjoyment of the class period, all Ciel could do was instruct the blonde through clenched teeth.

"Not. A. Word."

A/N: Mother of god.

The title.

I'm not sure if I explained the waltz that well, or if I was even accurate.

Until the next chapter, my duckies!