Yay! So its Super Bowl Sunday (though I'm not sure when I'll actually upload this...) And I don't do the whole 'sports' thing... SO IM GONNA WRITE FANFICTION INSTEAD! Not sure where this chapter is going, im feeling smutty but I think its too soon for Gajeel and Levy. Theyre too timid and Tsundere to actually get together I THINK. Anywho, thanks for reading! ~Hana

"You brought me to the gym?" Levy asked as Gajeel turned the jey in the ignition, turning off the car.

"Yup." He said.

"At nearly midnight?" She asked.

"Yeah, lets go." He cocked his head towards the gym, signaling for them to go. Levy looked at him, to the gym, and back at him. She had never snuck into anywhere before, and frankly she was scared shitless to do so. What if an alarm went off? Or they were caught on camera? Or the police showed up!? There were too many risks she wasnt ready to make.

"Uh, actually..." She started.

"What?" He smirked. "Chicken?"

"N-no!" She cursed herself for stuttering.

"Then lets go." He got out of the car, and walked around to her door. "C'mon." He said as he opened it for her.

She bit her lip shyly. Was it really worth it? He did work for the gym, so it wasn't like they weren't allowed. Although it was in the middle of the night. But they weren't stealing. She was a member, so she could rent room... although there was a small fee. But she could just pay Mira back in the morning! Oh but that would be confessing to sneaking into the gym in the middle of the night just to twirl around on a dance floor...

"Do you trust me?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"W-what?"

"Do you trust me?" He repeated, pushing his hand closer to hers.

"I... Yes." She finally decided on, placing her hand lightly on his hand.

It was light. No lighter than a feather of a touch that signaled her approval. Smirking widely, Gajeel wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling her out of the car. Although with his strength, and her small frame, it appeared that he ungracefully ripped her from her shot-gun throne.

She tried to contain her squeals of excitement as they ran across the parking lot, hiding behind the lamp posts as they pretended to be ninjas,although unsuccessful from jingling of the contents from her bag. She was actually having a good time, forgetting about all the negative things that could possibly go wrong in this situation. Sure someone might see them, or might ask what she was doing. But she had a feeling that Gajeel was not only a smooth talker with the ladies, but with anyone else.

"Alright, be real quiet." He whispered as he held his pointer finger across his mouth. She nodded in response. Turning back around, he jingled a key into the front doors of the gym, and held it open for her. Hesitant, she walked into the pitch black gym. She could barely see her feet, never mind anything in front of her. She smiled at the pit of anxiety in her stomach, imagining that this is what a surprise party would be like- never actually having one of her own. The best surprise she had ever witnessed was the unfortunate day Lucy and her boyfriend were wrestling on the couch after she had walked through the front door. It was a surprise alright.

She kept walking into the unknown darkness until she felt something touch her arm. "Wha-" She squeaked out as she felt tears form in her eyes. To say she was scared in the dark was an understatement. She wanted to turn and run from the moment they arrived in the parking lot, but she stayed.

"Relax, shorty." A deep voice whispered. "Its just me."

"Oh..." She let out a sigh, she didn't know who else she would have expected, maybe someone else also breaking and entering.

"What'd you think it was?" He chuckled as he ran his hand along the wall, searching for the light switch.

"I don't know... An attacker?" She suggested.

"Because they wait for little blue haired girls to wander into a locked gym for them to jump on." He laughed.

"I-" She wanted to retort with the oh so rehearsed I'm not little, but everyone knew it was a lie. She was barely five feet tall on a good day.

"Gihee." Gajeel breathed out as he finally finding the light switch and flipped it, lighting up the gym.

"Wow." Levy breathed as she took in the sight on an empty gym, the machine's silver reflecting the light making everything appear cleaner and brighter than normal.

"Were you crying?" Gajeel asked, looked at her slightly eyes.

"What?" Levy reached up and wiped her eyes. "No, does it look it?" She asked.

"Did I really scare you that bad." He grinned.

"You didn't scare me." She said as she crossed her arms, walking towards the back of the gym. Hoping down the three stairs that led to the lower level, she walked along the track that traced the outline of the weights area. She walked with steps bigger than normal as she held onto her orange bag so carelessly slung over her shoulder.

"Yeah, sure I didn't." He said as he caught up quickly. They walked the next fifty or so feet towards the dance room in silence.

"I always thought the glass walls were weird. Like if you want to watch then there's a window at the top of the wall specifically made for onlookers." Levy broke the silence as they neared the doors. "Besides, then it just makes you feel like a fish in a tank. People even tap on the glass sometimes." She sighed dramatically as she remembered her days in college where horny football players would fail at getting the ballerinas attention by slamming their sweaty palms against the glass.

"Well there wont be anyone tapping today." He laughed as he opened the door for her, gesturing for her to walk in. She walked in like he expected, taking in the room with wonder in her eyes before walking around the perimeter to the bag hooks. Being a gym and not a real ballet studio meant no warm up room. Of course she had a whole gym to stretch and prance about to her hearts desire, but she settled on the corner of the room.

She put her bag on the ground gracefully, at least as graceful as someone clunking around in sweatpants too big for them could. Maybe it was the arch of her back, or how her blue shirt rode up when she leaned down causing her vertebrae to be exposed deliciously.

Deciding that leaning down strained her back too much for her liking, Levy plopped down onto the hardwood floor in a criss-cross applesauce position. She bent over her dance bag as she swallowed the lump in her throat. The bag had invisible DO NOT CROSS lines pained on it ever since the day she threw her dance equipment in it and sealed it shut. The zippers were rusted and brown, the bag faded and tattered in some places. She closed her eyes and took a moment to process this finally.

Levy, its alright. Its just a dance. A few fondus, maybe a grand écart or two... and then we can leave and go back to watching Netflix in the dark under the blankets. After giving herself a pep talk, and a mental reward, Levy grabbed the zipper, and pulled.

As the bag opened, it felt like a light shone through as her eyes fell on the remnants. Her ballet slippers, were as pink and pristine as ever. The bag was like a time capsule, everything untouched and dustless. There were two leotards, one pink and one black, along with matching shorts and tights. Hair ties littered the bottom of the bag along with an alarming amount of bobby pins. She felt her lips tug into a smile as she looked at her past.

"Well?" Gajeel asked behind her.

"What?" She asked, snapping out of her gaze.

"Are you going to get dress or what?"

"O-oh..." She said, looking around at the walls for a door leading to a locker room.

"Locker room is outside." He pointed his thumb behind his back, gesturing to the doors.

"I'll be back in a second-" She said as she scattered about, grabbing a leotard, tights, and shorts, before scrambling out the door.

Gajeel grinned to himself. She was so obviously excited to dance again it was almost comical. The fire in her eyes was something he could get used to seeing. He looked at her bag on the ground, things were thrown in so carelessly. Someone who respected dance as much as her would take better care of her things, wouldn't one think? Walking over, he bend down to see a small CD case poking out. He grinned to himself, reading the title.

"Workout Mix '12." He laughed to himself as he looked around for the stereo that was kept in the room. While the rest of the gym didn't play music, the dance room was different. After all, you can lift weights in silence, but dancing to a deaf beat is a little tricky. After a moment, his eyes fell to the stereo mounted on the wall six or seven feet above the ground. He popped the CD in, and pressed play, listening to the ticks as it read the disk.

"Alright!" Levy said as she came into the room again, walking towards her bag. She had on her baby pink leotard with matching tights, and black shorts. Her blue hair was secured in a tight ballerina bun on the top of her head. "I just have to put on my pointe shoes and then I can start-" She looked behind her shoulder as she felt Gajeel's eyes on her.

He stood, grinning largely, as a song came on the speakers."What?" She asked before she realized it. "No..." She said as the color drained from her face. "You found it..."

You're insecure, don't know what for.

"Oh yeah. Workout Mix from 2012." He laughed at her face which appeared to be embarrassment, but mortified was a better fit.

You're turning heads when you walk through the door.

"Y-you should know that my friend Rukia make this mix for me! S-she's really into cute things, and trends..." She stammered as she remembered the playlist's order. One Direction, Carly Rae Jepsen, Nicki Minaj, Adele, Ellie Goulding, and everything else that was popular stuffed onto one disk.

Don't need make-up, to cover up, being the way that you are is enough.

"Oh, I'm sure she did." He snickered as Levy sat on the floor, grabbing her shoes out of her bag.

"Well... whatever." She was glad she was facing away from him, as she could feel the blush spread on her face. "It brings back memories anyways. We played this when we warmed up for a show." She said as she laced ribbons up her legs, around her pink tights.

"So whats up first?" He asked as he slid down the wall, getting comfortable for the show.

"I'll do some floor stretches, then barre, then we'll see. Maybe a few aerial moves." She thought aloud. "Normally you try to warm up in your flat shoes, but I'm just doing some floor stretches so it doesn't really matter." She said to him. "Besides I stretched my feet in the locker room." She added more to herself than him. She was always stretching her feet without realizing. On the couch, making food, talking to her mom on the phone. Whenever she was distracted, her feet contracted and extended with a mind of their own.

"Feel free to pretend I'm not here." He said as he held up his hands, hiding behind them.

"That'll be hard." She laughed as she sat on the floor, facing the mirrors that lined the wall. Closing her eyes, she opened her legs into a seemingly flawless split. She rolled her shoulders back and let out a deep breath, relaxing herself as she held her head up. Holding her posture, she lifted her left arm over her head as she reached her right to hold onto her right foot. Breathing out, she listened to the music and relaxed her body. She opened her eyes to check her form, only to see Gajeel in the mirror watching her as attentively as the sports channel. Smirking to herself, she decided to show off. She repeated the basic stretch, to the left this time before returning to her starting position.

She took in a deep breath from her mouth before placing her palms flat on the floor in front of her. She exhaled slowly as she pushed her palms forward, bringing her torso with her. As she leaned down more and more, her body followed until her stomach was flat on the floor with her legs out in a perfect split. She moved her ankles around and listened to the slight popping noises as they cracked.

Levy arched her spine as she brought herself back to the sitting position, mirroring what she did to get down. She took in another breath before she brought her legs out in front of her, and reached to grab her toes. She leaned down to place her forehead on her legs. Levy took a few breaths before returning to her sitting position. She decided that was enough floor work, and pushed herself up onto her feet.

She looked down at her shoes. The lines on the sides were as evident as ever from dancing. Their color had faded slightly, but they were still pink satin nonetheless. She hadn't worn them in two years, she had plenty of opportunities, so why was now any different?

*Flashback*

"This is where I'm living now." Lucy said as she opened the door for Levy. She watched as the small girl walked in, her uneven hair swaying as she took each step. "Are you hungry?" She asked as Levy shook her head, her gaze transfixed on the floor as if she were studying the tiles. "Thirsty?" She raised an eyebrow. Levy shook her head again. "Tired?" She tried to get some line of response from the girl. "Well you don't have to say anything if you don't want to." She sighed. "My roommate moved out last week, so you're free to take her room but its empty at the moment." She looked Levy up and down. The only thing she had was the orange dance bag slung lazily over her shoulder that she held onto so tight that her knuckles were turning white.

"Mmm..." Levy nodded slightly. Lucy took it as a sign of thanks, and was more than happy to accept it.

"We can go out shopping tomorrow for some things you'll need." Lucy said. "Assuming you'll be staying a while." She added on, hinting to Levy that she wanted to know what had happened with her.

"Mmm..." She mumbled again.

Deciding she shouldn't push the girl, Lucy walked through the house with Levy in tow, showing her around. She ended the tour back at the living room, where Levy would sleep tonight. "So, its kinda late." Lucy said as she rubbed her arm. The clock on the wall read 11:30, and she had a volunteer job tomorrow to get to. "If you need someone to talk to, you know where my room is. If not, I'll see you in the morning?" She said. Levy nodded yes, as she clutched her bag. "Alright... Goodnight."

"L-" a small voice said, making Lucy turn back to the small girl. "Lucy." She whispered, directing her gaze to the blonde. "T-thank you."

Lucy nodded. "Anything." She smiled before going to bed

*Flashback end*

Levy looked at her reflection in the mirror as she walked over to the barre on the wall. She clutched it in nervousness, afraid to go on pointe again. She closed her eyes, and focused on her beating heart. It raced a hundred miles an hour and at this rate, Levy was convinced she'd have a heart attack. She faced the mirror, and placed her right leg over her left, and stood in a plie. She bend her knees slightly, and breathed out. Holding this position for a few seconds helped to calm her heart. Its just like riding a bike. She thought to herself as it all came back to her.

She pointed her left foot out as she held onto the barre and started to practice her tondues. She made sure to go through her demi pointe, while keeping contact with the floor the entire time. She applied pressure on the floor like she were giving it a massage- just like how they explained it in school. She repeated this on the right side, then once more on the left. Feeling ready, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was as if time stopped itself as she looked herself up and down.

For the first time in forever her hair was in a bun. The blue mess it normally was was tame to the point where not one hair was out of place. The hairs were all lined up in their unspoken designated spots as they lay in order. Her shoulders were relaxed and stress free for the first time as they held the leotard up proudly. Her collarbones protruded slightly as she held her chest out and straight, brimming with confidence. Her stomach was secured safely in the uniform it so missed. Her shorts hugged her in sadness, as if they had missed the feel on Levy's warmth on them. It had been so long. She looked at her legs that were lined with a thin layer of pink nylon, and her feet in satin. Her shoes wept as she bent the arch, testing their buoyancy after all this time. They were worn quite a lot, and needed to be replaced soon.

She returned her gaze back to her eyes. She stared into her own brown windows into the soul, and braced herself. She felt her feet go into the fifth position, a Plie with a straight supporting leg and arms, accompanied by turned-out legs and feet. The position was like second nature to her, her brain knowing exactly what to do without being told. Levy smiled as she lifted herself up slowly, landing on pointe after two years.

YAY LEVY. Kinda a cliff hanger but... Eh. She's finally dancing again ^o^ good for you, Levy ;D In the next chapter there will be more dance terms- WHICH I GOOGLED ALL OF THESE. So if they're wrong... Blame Google xD I tried my best to describe the stances and moves but hopefully you can use your imagination and figure out what I was trying to say... Anywho, thank you for reading and following and favoriting! You guys are amaaaaazing! Stay great! ~Hana

P.S. My editor lost internet, so these are raw, uncut, unedited chapters- so sorry for the mistakes!