Hi guys! sorry it's been so long. I had so much going on this week, anywho here's the next chapter it's short, but sweet. :)

The dance studio. This had always been one of Kurt's favorite places to be. It just felt good to dance in front of the mirrors. He loved to really study and learn about his own body. He loved seeing the different ways it could move, and how to control it. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two-. Kurt stopped dancing looked into the mirror.

"Hi stranger" Kurt smiled.

"Oh no. Please. Don't let me stop you." Blaine said as he inched his way into the studio.

"I'm not dancing in front of you if that's what you want. I'll just look silly." Kurt joked.

"Well if you dance the way you just danced then no; you don't look silly at all." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind, and looked into the mirror, staring Kurt right in the eyes. "You looked beautiful."

"Oh stop it, Blaine." A bashful Kurt said. "You're too good to me."

Blaine smiled at the man in front of him. "Come on." he said as he twirled Kurt to face him.

"Wha- What?"

"What dance were you doing? The Waltz?"

"Viennese Waltz actually."

"Ooo excuse me, Professor. Viennese Waltz. Well lucky you, that's one I know. I'll lead."

Blaine flashed a quick smile and pulled Kurt in close, their chest pressed tightly against one another.

"Blaine! Haha it's so much harder to do this backwards." Kurt giggled as the pair strained to do a box step.

"Haha you can do it Kurt. Just follow my lead."

After stepping on Blaine's toes a few more times Kurt finally got the rhythm of doing the dance backwards.

"Are you ready to kick it up a notch?" Blaine said.

"Show me whatcha got!" Kurt replied.

With that the two started dancing majestically around the dance studio. They were perfectly in sync, it was as if their bodies were meant to be with each other. They complimented each other so well. Kurt didn't even know Blaine could dance like this. He had seen Blaine "dance" to pop music, and he wasn't bad at all, but he had never seen Blaine formally ballroom dance.

"Blaine where did you learn to dance like this?" Kurt asked as Blaine led them into the promenade position.

"From my Aunt Lilly. She used watch me when my parents worked late. I would come in the house have a snack, do my homework and bam! It was dancing time. Haha!" Blaine smiled at the much welcomed happy memory.

"Wow! How many years did you do that? You're dance like a professional." Kurt asked excitedly.

Blaine's smile quickly faded and it was obvious a new memory, a much sadder one, slipped into his mind. "We did that from the time I was 4 until I was 14. That was when my dad found out..." The mood in the room suddenly became somber. Kurt stopped dancing and looked at Blaine

"What did he say?"

"He told me ballroom dance was too girly and I had to stop immediately. He made me take up football. Kurt, you know I love football, but I'm not gonna lie. I'm a small guy. I was getting my ass kicked left and right by everyone on the field. Hell, even my own teammates would gang up on me."

"Oh my god! Blaine I'm so sorry." Kurt wrapped his arms tight around Blaine. In all the years they've been friends Kurt had only seen Blaine's dad a handful of times. As much as Blaine tried to hide it, he and his dad did not have a very good relationship. His father had always detested that fact that Blaine was gay, and tried on several occasions to get him to go straight. He thought of it as a sickness that Blaine needed to be cured of.

"I'm ok, Kurt. I swear. I'm living a wonderful life. I'm a music professor at one of the top colleges in the country, I have a beautiful little apartment in New York, and..." he trailed off.

"And what?"

"And I have you. Nothing in the world could be better than that."