A/N: OK, guys I have some serious writer's block right now, but I'll try my hardest just for you. I've been on an anime marathon the past few weeks(Kimi ni Todoke, Itazura na Kiss, and Peach Girl!), so Ouran has been put on a back burner in my mind. I'm really trying to keep this story moving at a reasonable pace, but the only thing I can think of to write about is the beach trip and nothing happens in the anime between the water park and the beach, so I've just been pulling crap out of no where these past few chapters. The "climax" of this fanfic will occur next chapter, so this might be boring as all get out, but at least it's something.

Please enjoy this chapter!

"Wha-The beach?"

"Yeah!"

"But why?"

The twins managed to fill the entire music room with swim suit-clad mannequins. Various hosts sat in their usual spots as though nothing was wrong, and Allyn tried to do the same, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Although the club wasn't officially open for business that day, Allyn hardly noticed the difference between their usual guests and the dummies Hikaru and Kaoru brought along. Faceless porcelien women with perfect hour-glass figures crowded her personal space while she was busy studying with Kyouya. And even though they were inanimate objects, Allyn felt like they were judging her the way all of those prissy Ouran girls have been judging her all week. Allyn started attending her tutoring sessions during the last hour of Host Club to save time for Kyouya to complete his work at home. He'd been coming home more tired than usual and dark purple circles formed beneath his eyes. No matter how much Allyn ignored him at work, Kyouya never managed to focus on anything business related when she was around and it was starting to affect the club and, most importantly, his health. She suspected he stayed up later to finish any work he neglected to do in the afternoons and the thought of him losing sleep because of her filled Allyn with some awful sense of guilt and responsibility. Kyouya's been nothing but kind to her, so it was only a small sacrifice to bump up their tutoring time.

"Don't you remember what you said at the water park?" Hikaru and Karoru leaned dangerously close to Haruhi's face while they explained. She didn't hit them yet, but it looked like she was coming close.

"You said you wanted to go to a real beach!" Hunny chirped from his position in front of a strawberry cake.

The twins stepped back and gestured dramatically at a blue two peice suit with lots of ruffles. "So we brought you some of our mothers old designs!"

Allyn admired the fashionable suit from afar before a pale set of hands settled rather violently over her eyes.

"What's the big idea?" She shouted in English.

"You guys!" Tamaki's voice sounded from above her head. "Allyn doesn't know about Haruhi's...situation yet. So keep quiet and get rid of those girl's bathing suits. Haruhi is a boy, remember?"

That's right! He still doesn't know that I know about Haruhi.

"Uh, Tamaki?" Allyn sat stiffly behind his hands and tried her best not to let her voice shake. It was going to take a while for her to get used to his antics. "I've known for a while that Haruhi's not a boy. She's too pretty and small."

Silence fell over the hosts for the span of a heartbeat and Allyn felt the sensation of being watched. Is it really that big of a secret? I'm surprised the whole school hasn't figured it out by now.

"You heard her, Tamaki. Now get your hands away from Allyn," Kyouya's voice was calm and civil, but anyone with a working pair of ears would be able to notice the venom laced around those words. Tamaki's hands hesitated just long enough for Kyouya to add, "Or else."

Cool air rushed over Allyn's closed eyelids and she heard a thud behind her. Tamaki was pressed against the Music room doors, one hand covering his mouth and his violet eyes spread wide. It was all Allyn could do not to smile at her boyfriend's jealousy.

"Jeez, Kyouya. C-c-c-calm down. I was just protecting Haruhi," muttered Tamaki from the floor.

Kyouya's know-it-all smirk danced on his lips and he looked Allyn in the eyes."Allyn hasn't told anyone. Right?"

"Oh no! I know she has some kind of debt or something, so I could never do that to her," Allyn's hands waved defensively in front of her and a nervous giggle escaped from her mouth.

"See, Tamaki? There's no reason at all for you to touch her."

I never knew he was the type to get jealous.

Allyn's thoughts flickered nervously to every weekend she'd spent in Japan. After a month of no social life that first year at Ouran, she'd managed to find a dance studio within walking distance of her apartment. It was no where near Ouran and all of the members attended different public schools, so there was no chance of anyone running in to her there, but what if Kyouya found out? Would he be mad at her for keeping it a secret? Surely after watching any number of routines she'd choreographed, be it hip hop or fox trot, Kyouya would be furious with the way the male dancers touched her. Even if it was just dancing.

Allyn was able to attend Ouran because of her singing voice and dance abilities, so it was only natural for her to keep up her training while she stayed in Japan. Plus, when she was preforming it felt like all of her stupid insecurities disappeared. If she closed her eyes and just felt the music coursing through her veins, she didn't have to be black or white or asian. Her hips weren't big or small and she wasn't rich or poor. She was entertainment. She was music. Her body twisted and leaped along like music notes on a staff. Her voice floated like honey through the room and mingled along with guitars or pianos, detaching itself from her flawed body. She made a few good friends at the studio and Saturday nights became a sort of mini vacation for her these past two years. Granted, Allyn never saw these friends anywhere other than the studio, but the time she spent with them was enough. They became her adopted dance family while she was away from her regular studio in New York. They watched choreography videos from her old instructor back home and spent weeks learning them together before making a video to send back. Most of the time it was just for their enjoyment, but on rare occasions they all piled into a charter bus and drove across town to put on a flash mob performance. Allyn used to live for those performances The rush of adrenaline coursing through her. The warmth she felt after making so many total strangers smile with her gifts.

But that was before she met Kyouya. Now the two fought for the biggest space in her heart. Allyn knew she could have both if she just told Kyouya about it all. He searched tirelessly for weeks after meeting Allyn for the specific scholarship she'd attained before finally giving up and assuming it was the same one as Haruhi. Allyn knew it was bugging him not to be sure, but she didn't know if she wanted to give that part of herself away yet. The satisfaction she gained after teaching one of the younger kids a new move or new song was the only thing that made her feel like she was worth something in Japan. If the host club found out about it...she just didn't know what would happen. Would they scoff at her amateur skills? Would they laugh at the hard hitting krump and hip hop moves she'd spent so many years perfecting? Growing up in a million dollar mansion probably meant they got million dollar entertainment as well. The world's finest dancers could have preformed at their birthday parties or company dinners, making Allyn's silly flash mobs seem like a kindergarten recital. No, she decided. They can't find out. Allyn resolved to skip a few practices if it meant she could keep her two worlds separate And if she had to cancel on a few dates here and there to teach a ballet class or two, Kyouya wouldn't be mad. They spent practically all of their time together anyway, what were a few Saturday nights away from each other?

"Five, six, seven, eight!"

The oldest group was getting better and better every week. At first, Allyn felt weird teaching kids her own age, but it was fun. They got to bounce ideas off of each other when productivity got a little slow. Adake was by far the best at iso's and it really showed in this routine. Some of the littler kids often mistaked him for a real robot when he joined the studio. His thick, dark hair was shaved off on one side and messily streaked with bright blue. Although he was tall and lanky, years of dancing had toned his muscles quite nicely. Yuki and Kagome weren't trained in hip hop, but they sure loved preforming it. They were full time ballet dancers and part-time street performers Yuki's dark auburn hair danced wildly around her every time she whipped her head to the beat. Long, toned legs hid beneath the baggy fabric of both girls' sweat pants. Kagome's vivacious brown hair was tied back into a sloppy bun, leaving her beautifully structured face in full view.

Allyn surveyed the talented trio while they moved together. Each person maintained their own style, while still preforming the routine as one. How did I manage to find such talented people? They were all taking singing lessons as well, just to be well rounded, but none of them were really born with a gift. Still, if they worked hard enough and really wanted it, they could kick ass on a stage.

"So?" Adake asked. His chest was heaving and his hair was askew. "Do you think your instructor back home would approve?"

"Yeah! You guys did great, as per usual," Allyn gave them all hugs, despite how sweaty they were. She was probably still a little gross from spending the last half hour teaching them the routine.

"Good!" Yuki chirped. "Then, get over here so we can do the whole thing together and film it for him."

Kagome jogged to the other side of the room. "I'll set up the camera!"

"Don't drop it this time!" Adake teased.

"Will I ever be able to touch a camera again without you saying that?"

Bass bumped from the speaker as they all settled into place. Allyn was in front with Adake and Yuki and Kagome stood diagonally behind them. Nicki Minaj said her first few words and they were off. Allyn's chest tightened while she did her best to imitate the robotic moves her instructor had done. Sneakers squeaked on the linoleum flooring. Allyn didn't even have to look in the long mirror to know she was doing well-she could feel it. She could feel the music taking over her body and guiding her limbs along. She could sense her friends dancing beside her and used their energy to fuel her own. She hit moves harder, lifted her legs higher, and ducked down lower than her instructor had. She became his choreography. Her sole purpose for that minute and a half was to entertain, to put on a show.

"Woohoo!" cheered Yuki. They all gathered around Allyn and held her tight, jumping up and down. "That was amazing, Allyn! I know I've said it a million times already, but you are the best thing to ever happen to this studio!"

"Oh, don't say that," Allyn chuckled. "You guys were already great before I came."

Adake squeezed her one last time and kissed her cheek. "You've got to stop being so modest, girl. When we preformed for Takahashi last month, he said he couldn't take his eyes off you."

"How is your new boy toy, Adake? Are you guys still gonna go to the beach this next week?" Kagome slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and was making her way to the door.

Adake's face lit up. "He's doing fine, thanks. And it's funny you brought that beach thing up; we were wondering if you three wanted to come with us? His parent's beach house has a lot of empty rooms, and they didn't want them to go to waste."

"I'd love to go!" Yuki jumped up and down excitedly, showing no signs of fatigue from the complicated routine they just went through. "Please say you'll come, Allyn! We never get to see you outside of dance class."

That's because I'm living two different lives right now, Allyn wanted to shout. Keeping her school life and weekend life separate was becoming increasingly difficult as she and the Host Club got closer. The twins kept trying to visit her apartment and Hunny-sempai wouldn't stop talking about some cute little cake shop he'd heard about downtown. Allyn knew exactly what shop he meant, and she also knew that it was right next to her studio. The chances of the Hosts running into her dance friends were way too high for her liking, so every time he brought it up, she politely declined. Kyouya was also getting more curious about her weekly disappearances If it were up to him, they would spend every Saturday together as well as all of the tutoring sessions, and her maid shifts at his house. Although Allyn couldn't understand why anyone as rich and handsome as him would want to spend that much time around her, she could understand where he was coming from. Spending time together while they were at school or while she was working was always tainted by the fact that they couldn't really be together. Sure they were in the same room, and behind the doors of Kyouya's room, they could steal the occasional kiss, but it was always laced with an unsettling paranoia. Would the Hosts notice that they were being a little too affectionate over sheets of math review? Would one of Kyouya's brothers walk in unannounced while they were engaged in a giggly tickling match? Questions like that really put a damper on the fun of young love they were supposed to be experiencing. So even though Allyn would love nothing more than to answer with 'Yeah, and while we're at it, I'll invite over my friends from school and my boyfriend so you guys can all finally meet each other!', she declined their invitation instead.

"I'd really love to, but I the teachers at Ouran really like to pile on the homework when we have school breaks."

Kagome rolled her hazel eyes distastefully. "I'll never understand how you manage to go to school with those rich freaks. You know you're probably the only one there that actually works, right?"

"Kagome..." Adake warned.

"What? I'm just saying those kids are so rich and spoiled, they probably pay other people to keep their grades up for them. It's not fair for Allyn."

Yuki put her hand gently on Kagome's shoulder's and started steering her to their cars. "Well, we'll text you or something while we're out there, Allyn. See you next week!"

"And don't forget to tell us what your instructor thinks of our performance!" Adake shouted over his shoulder.

"Will do!"

The walk back to Allyn's apartment building was chilly, but the wind felt good on her warm skin. When she looked at the stars, it was almost like she was a different person. The adrenaline from dancing pumped quickly through her veins, making Allyn feel like she was on top of the world.

This chapter is kind of dedicated to xXStormy-chanXx because she messaged me yesterday, asking if I was ever going to post another chapter. She said she really like the story and she hadn't given up on it yet.