"One Two Step, Because I'm a Star!"

By Dejena

Disclaimer: I own abso-bloody nothing. I don't own Smallville, I don't own Ciara's "1,2 Step" nor do I own The Killers "Andy, You're a Star"

Author's notes: I would also like to point out that this idea came about 3a.m., whilst celebrating the last dregs of St. Patricks day, drinking vodka. The lager was simply taking to long to drink. Therefore, Don't expect any sort of perfection out of this. One shot.

Could it be? The wonderful lyrical voice of Lex, was singing? Clark wasn't sure – so he merely stayed in the hall, security guards oblivious to him, just as how Lex was oblivious to other, well, things.

"On the field I remember you were incredible
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah
On the field I remember you were incredible
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah
On the match with the boys, you think you're all alone
With the pain that you drain from love
In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world
Cause Clark, you're a star"

Clark did a double take.

That was Lex… Singing about, well... Clark himself.

But what could Clark do? His typical entrance of barging into the entertainment room has grown old and overused. No, instead, he will one two step his way in.

(Golden loins and all)

After all, Lex did say he was a star!

Clark bounded into the room, bursting into a brilliantly loud song. One meant to woo Lex's finicky and sophisticated ways…

"This Beat Is
Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh
Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls right through my chest
Everybody, ma and papi, came to party
Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body
Let me see you 1,2 step"

Lex paused, standing stock still, with the pool cue in between his legs. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Clark, and waited to be serenaded like royalty.

But Clark had, well, a different idea. Of course he was still going to serenade Lexy-dear. Just, with more style than the regular two bit whore. Grabbing a pool cue off the pool table, Clark wound his body against it, red shirt and all.

"This Beat Is
Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it
jazze made it
So retarded,top charteed, ever since the day I started
Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it
Goodies make the boys jump on it
No I can't control myself
Now let me do my 1,2 step"

Lex smirked. No one was getting off this easy, singing and dancing to a common song like this. Not even Clark Kent, who's firm pink flesh filled his mind whenever he looked at corn and fences. Mimicking Clark's movements, Lex continued…

"Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah
Leave your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah"

Clark, starting to feel, well, a little outdone by Lex's smooth movements along the sleek pool cue, decided to move along to the chorus, raising the tempo of the song.

"Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on
Let me see you 1,2 step
I love it when you 1,2 step
Everybody 1,2 step
We about to get it on"

But while Clark was singing his heart's content out, Lex was also singing his heart out.

On the streets, such a sweet face jumping in town
In the staff when the verdict is in
In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world
Cause Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes but mine
Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes but mine
Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes
In nobody's eyes but mine

With every slow, intentional movement, they stepped closer, a 1,2 step. With every step, they both knew, regardless of security cameras, that this was for them, for their eyes only. They were in nobody's eyes but each other.

Before they knew it, they were a withering tangled mass of bodies and pool cues. And no one could see them.

Except for Bo and Martha Kent who happened to be sitting in the corner.