A/N So, another update -smiles- I worked all day on this (literally), so I hope it's good...REVIEW and tell me lol. Umm...don't own Step Up 2, etc. and at the end, the italisized words are Blake's thoughts.

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It was the end of another hectic Monday, and Blake did what he'd always done. Sat back on his chair, closed his eyes and reviewed the day's events, before checking all the studios and closing up shop. The familiar movements at the start and end of each week relaxed him, which usually helped him when he got home and had to deal with Chase.

But for some reason, he simply could not get his mind to relax the thoughts that were rushing around inside his head. What was the source of the problem?
Blake squeezed his eyes shut and thought hard, back to his first class of the day.

Oh. That was the thorn in his side. Andie West.

She annoyed him to no end. Most of his students were respectful and quiet-they did what he told them to do, which was every teacher's dream. Andie, however, chose to play the part of the rebellious, break-every-rule type of girl.

He berated himself for letting his temper get the better of him, in class and even now. The girl wasn't even here, and he had this sort of reaction.

Well, with the proper training that she was going to get from him, she would certainly become more well-behaved.

(He didn't believe it for even a minute.)

Andie sighed and tried to cool off as she stood on the front steps of her new school. It would do no good to arrive to 410 practice angry and have everyone getting on her case. She wasn't planning on telling them about MSA anytime soon, so being pissed would be tough to explain away.

Andie let out the breath she'd been holding, and clamped down on the negative, angry thoughts that filled her brain. She watched the girls over on the sidewalk, playing double-dutch, the beats of the jump rope almost representing each new thought. Thump. It was just that the Director made her so..so...angry. Thump. His tone, his choice of words clearly showed his disdain for her and her dancing. Thump. Not to mention, he practically caused her to have a heart attack when he'd called her over. Thump. Maybe he just liked-

This next thought was cut off as she heard a voice behind her state "Just breath. The first day's always the worst."

What the hell? she thought as she turned around to give whomever had decided to impart this crucial fact on her a peice of her mind. The voice, however, simply kept going and Andie was faced by the younger Collins brother, Chase.

"I come out here to meditate sometimes too."

"What? I was not-" she started, but he cut her off again. She took this oppertunity to study him, seeing as how he would not shut up.

The younger brother was about the same height as the Director himself, and only a year younger. Chase's hair was more of a golden brown, whereas the Director's was darker, with not as much crap (Gel) in it. The had the same general physique, so their eyes were both the Collin's distinguishing features. Chase had playful, mischeivious brown eyes that lit up as he started teasing her a little bit, while Blake's ("The Director's", she mentally corrected herself) were more serious, more intense, and reminded Andie of the old quote "No holds barred-take no prisoners". She wondered if those eyes had ever shown light and rainbows the way Chase's seemed to.

He was still going strong, something about her having balls (What?) so she let out a sarcastic "Aww, gee thanks."

His tone matched hers. "You're welcome." he replied just as fast.

Since he didn't seem to be inclined on leaving her alone she let out a snarky "So, what's your deal? Boy bands making a comeback?"

He shrugged.

The answer was not something she was expecting, that was for sure.

"Yeah, actually, they teach a class on it here. I'm gettting straight A's." He flashed her a grin, and all of a sudden Andie could see exactly why Chase Collins was an All-Star.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" she mumbled under her breath.

Blake glanced at his watch-Andie was several minutes late, and he was getting impatient by the time she ran in. A small smile escaped when he noticed that they matched outfits, althouth being honest with himself, it's not like that was too uncommon in the dance world.

She was slightly out of breath, he noticed, but other than that she was dressed and ready to go. She was wearing a form-fitting black tank top and capri pants, and her hair was pulled back, so luckily he didn't have to go crazy on her.

Andie was a beginner, he reminded himself, so Blake would have to go to the very begining, the most basic step in all of dance.

"Okay, now point your toe." It was simple, and yet she managed to get it wrong. He sighed, then looked at her for a second before correcting her posture.

"Now, see, you're sickling." Blake kneeled and gently grabbed Andie's knee, then smoothed his hands down her leg to her toes, straightening out the line of her leg as he went.

"There should be no curve disrupting the line of the knee down to the tip of your toes." He recited what he himself had learned many years ago. Reaching her foot, he was in the process of turning it out, when all of a sudden his breath stilled. Andie had reached out, brushing his back for balance, holding on to him.

"Ahh, owww. Pointing hurts." she pulled out of his grasp, and crazily, he almost missed the warm feeling the spread thorough him when she had leaned on him for support.

"Snap out of it." he shook his head. "What was that?"

Deciding to go back to prickly so that she wouldn't notice anything odd in his demeanor, he stated-

"Yeah. It's supposed to."