The first time I see you dance is a Tuesday. A random Tuesday just like any other. You text me to ask if I want to meet you for lunch and we chat for a few minutes before you tell me to meet you at the studio in an hour.

I've been to the studio a few times before, to pick you up or drop off something you'd forgotten at my place, but you're always either outside or I never make it past the lobby. Today though, today no one is around and I have to go hunting. I suppose I'm a few minutes early, which isn't exactly like me but it's weird to see the studio so empty. It's like a ghost town.

I walk through the hallway to use the bathroom before you find me and I should just sit and wait for you in the cozy chair in the lobby but, I hear music and I'm too curious not to find the source. The melody is haunting and I have to know what it is. You took me on a tour of the studio once, leading me room by room, my hand locked in yours, bright excitement on your face. It was adorable, baby. I don't know what I'm expecting when I turn down the hallway toward the music and find the rehearsal space.

Because what I see is better than I could have dreamed.

I see you.

I see you, sweatpants rolled up to your knees, bare pointed feet, a tight tanktop, inches of your bare stomach.

I see you and I can't breathe.

I can't move.

I can't think.

You're being held in a lift, but you're also moving with the man below you, twisting and contorting your body into shapes, the next one even more beautiful than the last.

And I know I shouldn't be watching. Shouldn't be seeing this. You don't want me to see this yet.

But I can't look away.

I am rooted to the spot.

Because you have taken my breath away.

And I stand and watch as he places you back down on the floor and you continue your movements together, your body so fluid, so graceful. The bends, the curves, the long lines, just… everything.

Your face, your face looks so peaceful and yet so in it.

The longer I watch you, the more unfamiliar to me you become. You are like this stranger, this person I've never seen before. A creature from somewhere else. I don't know this person. I don't know this woman who can do this. I certainly don't kiss her every day and hold her hand and look into her eyes.

This woman… this woman is powerful and intimidating.

This woman is perfect.

You are perfect.

And the more you twist and turn, glide and swoop, spin and drop, the more I feel like I'm intruding.

But I can't get enough.

My butterflies are going crazy in my stomach and my whole being feels warm, warm, warm, and I can hear my heart beat thudding and thudding in my ears.

The music stops and you finish your movements and I hear someone call for lunch. You smile at your partner and give him a one armed hug, and I know I need to head back to the lobby.

I sit in the armchair by the window and pretend to look at my phone, but really, I can't think about anything but you. I've seen you move your body, I've danced with you, I've experienced your flexibility first hand, but baby, this… this is so much more.

I hear footsteps and I look up to see you blushed and slightly sweaty, a hoodie thrown over your tank top, a giggle towards your companion. You spot me and your smile, baby, your smile floors me.

I'll never get tired of your smile. Or the things it does to me.

You walk up to my chair and wave your fellow dancers off. They all smile in my direction and one winks at you, as you shrug and turn your attention back to me. Your grin is back and your eyes are sparkling, "Hey sexy lady."

I stand up before I answer and grab the pocket of your hoodie, pulling you closer to me. I need to kiss you.

And I do.

And it's deep and intense and passionate.

And not for public.

But I can't help it. You woke up something inside of me today.

Like you're giving me back the breath you unknowingly stole from me.

You moan and I move my hands down to your waist, keeping you where I want you. Your bag thuds to the floor and one of your hands weaves into my hair, the other slides onto the small of my back.

When we finally manage to break away, to breathe, you keep your eyes closed.

I watch you, taking it all in. when you finally open them and look at me, they are cloudy with lust.

"Wow."

"I know."

"What was that for?"

"I just needed to kiss you."

You swoop in and connect our lips again. Your hand tightening in my hair, tilting my head so you can take control. And I let you.

You knew how to kiss me, how I want to be kissed, since the first time our lips touched.

And I get lost in you. The feel of your lips moving against mine, the little noises you make, the way your fingers lace in my hair, the feel of you against me.

Everything is you, baby.

When we part again we stand like that for a moment, noses touching, breathing each other in. It's the most intimate I have ever been with someone in public.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Ready for lunch? Or should I just keep kissing you…"

"I'm ready. I know you probably worked up an appetite dancing all morning."

"You know it."

And when you step away from me to grab your bag in one hand and mine in the other, your eyes are sparking with mischief.

"Where to, Miss?"

I snort, "Are you quoting Titanic?"

"Duh." You roll your eyes and smile at me.

"To the stars."

You giggle and shove me with your shoulder, glad that I decided to play along for a second, before you kiss the top of my head and pull me outside.

"It's cute, how you think you're not a dork sometimes, San."

"Oh, I'm not a dork. I just know how to please the one I'm sleeping with."

"Are you calling me a dork!?" you gasp.

"I am, yes."

"She's got game, I'll give her that." You squeeze my hand and we continue down the street to one of your favorite delis.

A/N: SO. MANY. FEELS. ALL. THE. TIME. GOD DAMNIT GLEE. BRITTANUARY IS HERE AND IT'S A BRITTANAISSANCE!