Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Gaara, or Tenten…And "Dance, Dance" is a song by Fall Out Boy. I only used the title.

A/N: In the midst of working on a fic for Falconfire, I decided to give her a one-shot too. Enjoy!

Oh, and this one's totally AU….

Dance, Dance

Tenten leaned against a wall, with the disco lights roaming all around the darkened room. This was a "cultural festival" all right, just an excuse to get the genin from the Sand High and Konoha High to mingle. Something about tolerance… She sighed and looked up at the decorations over her head, there was one very obvious strobe light. Tenten frowned, the tings made her dizzy, and she doubted that the disco ball was going to help much with that.

There was a high-pitched giggle from the middle of the dance floor, and she automatically glanced towards it. Her stomach tightened at the sight; Neji's date was giggling at how expertly he had dipped her. Like some dance move from "Dirty Dancing." She hated that she had helped him learn it, then again she had assumed he was going to ask her.

No one thought Neji would take the girl from Sand, Temari.

Tenten's face set in a frown, and she walked towards the lady's room. What else was she supposed to do? Why was she even here? She hoped he would realize that he was making a mistake and come to her, just like in the movies. Boy, that was a really stupid reason.

The cool water felt refreshing as she splashed it on her face. Deep down, she had always known he would not be her knight in shining armor. She had not even bothered with make-up. Looking up into her reflection, she stared at the pale face looking back at her. She watched the water drip off of her skin, willing this ancient crush on Neji to go with it. She watched girls come into the bathroom, excited and giddy about the night. Tenten left so that they could have all the mirrors they needed for their make-up.

The deep bass hit her at full blast, reverberating through her rib cage and down her spine. It made her feel so hollow. Tenten turned away from the view of gyrating bodies to find a dark corner to hide in, only to find that someone had beaten her to it.

Gaara stood there alone, no one paying attention to the rumored psycho from Sand. Tenten looked him over, and noted that he only glanced up to see that Temari was not being violated by Hyuuga. She could not help but smirk at this observation. He was dressed in dark jeans with chains dangling off of them, and his shirt was a thickly woven mesh. Just tight enough to hide what was beneath, but still loose enough to make you wonder. But Tenten was drawn to his eyes, how they looked so cold underneath that shock of hair and that red tattoo.

Somehow, she found herself walking over to him.

He barely noticed her leaning against the wall next to him, but she knew he could tell she was there. Her arm was against his, the warmth touching hers made her shiver. In fact, he noticed her right away. Just after scanning the room to check on Temari, he let his eyes rove up the body of the girl next to him. She was dressed in a simple halter dress of deep red, it set off her chocolate eyes and deep brown hair.

"Why aren't you dancing?" she finally broke the silence.

"Because I don't want to," he answered curtly.

"Why not?" Tenten persisted, pushing off from the wall and standing right in front of him. Now he had to look at her.

"I'm only here because I have to be," he glared at her. "Who do you think you are?"

"I think I'm Tenten," she grabbed his hands and started pulling him to the dance floor, much to his surprise. "And I think you need to let loose."

She pulled him towards the middle of the floor-- a good distance away from Neji and Temari. Somehow, Tenten knew that they both needed away from the things troubling them, and the best way to do that was to get him dancing.

He stared at her when she settled on a spot, wondering why she had brought him here. Tenten gave him a warm smile, and slowly started to move against him. Gaara still stood stoic, completely at a loss for what to do. She was patient, showing him what she would do and then starting to take his hands and lead him. They were slower than the music playing, but neither of them seemed to notice now. They were both too intent on watching the other move.

Gaara finally let go. He raised his arms and let the brunette lean against him, swaying to the beat only they heard. Tenten brought her arms up to join her hands with his, once more guiding him in their dance. They circled, separated and came close again. Neither really knew how to dance, but they both knew how the other moved.

Tenten's eyes drifted lazily open, and the strobe lights hit her. Swaying with Gaara, the lights threw her off balance. By the time she thought to try and regain her balance, she had already fallen against Gaara. He blocked the harsh lights from her eyes, and looked down at her with a mix of concern and passion.

As though on cue, the two slowly moved closer. Lips pressing, hands finding their way into each other's hair. Tenten melted into his embrace, knowing that this was why she had come tonight.

And she never wanted that night to end.