Wow... procrastination central.

This is the final chapter before the epilogue.

I stil don't know about a sequel because I don't have one planned out... I mean I have some ideas... but it's much more episodal... like random little stories instead of one long continuous plot. Kind of like... Jamie's adventures at Dance School or something like that. Is anyone so attached to Jamie that they'd be interested in that? If so please let me know and I'd love to write it.

I hope you enjoy this chapter

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

"Ballet! Fucking Ballet!" Finn was shouting in the kitchen of the Hudson-Hummel house.

After the whole ordeal in New York, and Jamie actually getting the scholarship, Finn had gone silent.

At first he was just confused, but then he realized what it meant. If Jamie had been good enough to get into some sort of ballet school, that means that he's been practicing a lot. If he's been practicing a lot... then... soccer. He's been lying to him. Jamie, his little brother, who he trusts beyond all has been lying to him.

He looked at Jamie who was grinning as Kurt congratulated him and jeez... he's gotten so much taller. When did that happen?

He looked at Kurt's expression. Kurt knew. Kurt knew. He knew that Jamie's been practicing ballet. He knew about the lies. Kurt, his STEP-BROTHER of half a year, knows more about Jamie than Finn, his BROTHER, who raised him.

Finn felt the betrayal his him like a wave and tears pricked behind his eyes. It certainly did not help that he was in a bad mood from losing Nationals, but now THIS?

Finn, being Finn, did not know how to handle the betrayal, so he did the easiest thing he could do. And probably the lowest if he were to think about it in retrospect. He took out all his anger on something he could blame it on. Something easy to understand. And that was one thing, ballet.

So that's what brings us to the present, as the entire Hudson-Hummel family sits in the kitchen and Finn yells angrily at his brother.

"Ballet! FUCKING BALLET!" He shouts again.

Jamie stares silently at his hands.

"Finn, calm down." Carol said gently, putting her hand on Finn's shoulder.

Finn tok a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, but he was still shaking.

Carol looked at her younger son, "How long have you been taking dance."

"Six years now." Jamie said quietly, not looking up.

"But I never paid any dance bills." Carol said confused.

"I worked for it." Jamie whispered in reply.

"BUT BALLET!" Finn yelled again, "OF ALL DANCE!"

Jamie's head snapped up, "what's wrong with ballet?" he asked dangerously.

"Yes Finn." Kurt said interjecting for the first time, "What IS wrong with ballet? Think carefully before you answer."

Finn turned on Kurt, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! You knew! You knew for... How long DID you know?" He asked Kurt angrily.

"Since dad's heart attack." Kurt answered.

"THAT LONG! THAT..."

"Enough!" Burt shouted, stopping Finn and giving Kurt a we'll talk about this later look.

"He didn't want anyone to know and it wasn't my place to tell." Kurt said quietly.

Finn looked at Jamie, "And you... how could you tell him and not me?" His voice held real pain now. Jamie winced. "Don't you trust me Jamie?"

Jamie was silent for a minute, then he looked up. His blue eyes were watering making them look like pools of pure blue water, "Because I couldn't."

"Why?" Finn asked, almost begging now, "Please tell me why."

"Because Finn, for the last ten years or so you would come home from school and laugh to me about that damn 'fag' in your class."

Carol looked at Finn sadly, unaware of this. Kurt winced at the word.

Burt's eyes darkened, "what?" he said darkly.

Jamie continued, "I mean sure, you're accepting now. You've grown up. But you weren't always like this and we both know it. Everyday it was that weird faggot boy in your class that everyone loved to torment. It was how disgusting is it? And doesn't he know that he's a man?"

Kurt's eyes welled up hearing this.

"I understand that you've grown Finn. I really do. And I'm so proud of you for that. But do you have any idea how hard was listening to that everyday of my life knowing..."

Jamie trailed off.

"Knowing what Jamie?" Finn asked quietly, already knowing the answer deep down. An answer he's known deep down since the boy returned home from Wicked with Kurt squealing about the plays brilliance as he flipped through his Vogue magazine. An answer he's been doing his best to deny.

"That I'm gay Finn."

The rooms was silent as everyone stared at Jamie. Burt in surprise. Carol at his boldness, having known for years, he is here son after all. And Kurt with a small smile on his face at Jamie finally having the courage to do what he's been wanting to do for years.

And Finn... Finn just stared.

Jamie's eyes never lefts Finn's face.

His eyes welled up, "I-I have to go."

No one moved as the door slammed.

They looked everywhere. And when they say everywhere they mean everywhere.

Jamie hadn't returned the night before. No one knew where he went.

Everyone was helping look for him.

Blaine and all of New Directions included. Even Mrs. Alderman had joined the search.

What they didn't know was that Blaine had hid out in Emmy's room, swearing her to secrecy, explaining that he really just needed sometime alone.

The next day, he snuck out the window and was just wandering around.

The search had congregated into High School as they all told each other where they had check only to me unsuccessful at finding the boy.

Carol was panicked and Finn felt guilty.

Maybe if he had said something, Jamie wouldn't have run. But he honestly didn't know what to say or how to react. Jamie was his brother and was Finn so selfish to say that he didn't want his brother to be gay? It's not the gay part that bothers him, it's the hell he'll have to go through. The pain of being treated like crap for the rest of his life... like Kurt. He couldn't watch his brother go through that he just couldn't.

The group heard music coming from the auditorium and headed over to find the source.

Was they walked in they could see Jamie, standing on center stage.

Carol breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank god."

Burt put his arms around her, "Ok? Everything's ok."

She smiled.

Jamie was standing in the middle of the stage staring unseeingly out into the audience. He was waring a tight yoga pants and a tee shit and his ballet shoes as he stood there listening to the soft music.

But he wasn't there.

He was on stage at Lincoln Center, in front of millions of people as the all came to see just him.

James Hunter Hudson.

Dancer.

And then he was singing.

I really can't explain it.

I haven't got the words.

It's a feeling that you can't control.

Everyone in the room was silent as they listened to the boy sing. His voice was soft and boyish, not yet fully cracked. Not perfect. But good. But then, he wasn't a singer.

I suppose it's like forgetting,

losing who you are,

but at the same time something makes you whole.

Finn felt himself drawn to the stage, to his brother.

It's like that there's a music, playing in your ear,

and I'm listening,

and I'm listening,

and then I disappear,

then I feel a change,

like a fire deep inside,

something bursting me wide open impossible to hide.

And suddenly I'm flying,

flying like a bird,

like electricity,

electricity,

sparks inside of me,

and I'm free,

I'm free.

Jamie's eyes came into focus and he noticed Finn standing right in front of the stage, staring at him with wide eyes. Anger welled in his stomach and tears flowed through his eyes. Why couldn't he understand? Why couldn't Finn understand how much he wanted this?

That's why he never told Finn.

He was scared.

Because if Finn didn't understand him, then it was over.

He grew angry again. How dare he judge him based on what he loved! How dare he every judge Kurt! How dare the WORLD judge everybody.

It's a bit like being angry,

It's a bit like being scared,

confused and all mixed up,

and mad as hell.

Jamie almost shouted the last line, tears flowing down his cheeks. This was how it felt when he danced. It felt like everything. Like he was feeling everything and nothing at once. A feeling that wasn't a feeling... but everything. Not something he could explain.

It's like when you've been crying,

and you're empty and you're full,

but I don't know what it is,

it's hard to tell.

He can't explain it, he never will be able to. He made eye contact with Finn willing him to understand him as tried to communicate what this scholarship meant to him. What everything meant to him.

It's like that there's a music,

playing in you're ear,

but the music is impossible,

impossible to hear.

But then I feel it move me,

like a burning deep inside,

something bursting me wide open impossible to hide,

and suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird,

like electricity,

electricity,

sparks inside of me,

and I'm free, I'm...

FREE!

He shouted the last word as he leapt into his dance with a perfect back handspring, flowing to the music easily.

This was his audition dance.

The one he though he had messed up.

The one he obviously didn't.

His body flowed in perfect time with each not and beat, never stopping.

He didn't feel anything.

He felt weightless as he spun forward toward Finn, who had now walked up onto the stage, then stopped easily in front of him.

Electricity!

He sang clearly

Electricity!

Sparks inside of me and I'm free I'm free.

Free...

I'm.

FREE!

He shouted the last not again and spun around the stage then stopped and started to pirouette over and over as the music wound down, spinning rapidly on the last notes and landing perfectly when the music stopped.

He stood straight then looked at Finn.

Everyone in the auditorium was silent.

Silent with shock at Jamie's amazing talent.

Carol felt tears in here eyes, feeling as though she missed such an important part of her sons life and knew, that what ever she did, she wouldn't hold him back.

Finn was silent too as he stared a Jamie, unmoving.

That was amazing. Absolutely amazing. And beautiful. His eyes pricked with tears. It doesn't matter he decided. It doesn't matter that Jamie is gay or a ballet dancer or what ever. Because he's still Jamie.

Jamie who played Halo with him until three in the morning.

Jamie who shouted at the TV over football.

Jamie who tried to eat healthy but couldn't resist homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Jamie who curled up next to him in bed when he was six after having a nightmare.

Just Jamie.

His baby brother.

Finn reached out and pulled Jamie into a tight hug, tears streaming down both their faces.

"I'm going to miss you Jamie," he whispered.

Jamie's eyes widened as he realized the implications of this statement, and then he grinned, "I'm going to miss you too."

Ok... even I don't like how I just kind of shoved all of New Directions into the auditorium... I just didn't know how else to do it. I hope that doesn't affect the story too much though.

The song is Electricity by Elton John from Billy Elliot.

Here are some links to clips of the dance that I had in mind (Add "youtube" in front of the .com part... fanfiction doesn't want me to but up the links):

.com/watch?v=ShNMmtRcB8g

.com/watch?v=nij6ZSAiOI8&feature=related

.com/watch?v=Ibf48l52nHU

The first two clips are Liam Mower who was one of the three original Billy Elliot's on the West End.

The third clip is Kiril Kulish, who was one of three original Billy Elliot's on Broadway.

I personally like Kiril's style of dance better then Liam's... but I mean... I love all the Billy's. And Liam was the original so I figured anyone new to Billy Elliot would want to see him.

I really love this show and I hope you enjoy the clips and perhaps this story has inspired you to see it. It's a truly beautiful story and always brings tears to my eyes.

And as always... thank you for reading.