Dancing Man 4/6 - Moondance
Author:kitsune_tails. Though just call me Jay.
Pairings: Mike/Kurt
Disclaimer: Glee and all affiliated characters are property of their respective owners. Not me.
Word Count:
Rating: PG now, different later.
Genre: Romancy, Self-Discovery.
Summary: Everything is a dance. Every step has one that follows. Every turn brings us to a new revelation, a new rotation. That’s how we live, dancing through life.
Songs: "Moondance" by Van Morrison
Author's Note: Totally Unbetad as usual. After a break and some Glee reinvigoration - namely the new episodes - we come to chapter four. Thanks for everyone that's read so far. Spoilers through Sectionals.
Chapters: -1- -2- -3- -4-
Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance,
With the stars up above in your eyes.
A fantabulous night to make romance,
Neath the cover of October skies.
Football had its ups and downs, excitements and depressions. There was the high of a completed pass, of a touchdown…well…not for McKinley. But that’s beside the point. Football had its rollercoaster of emotions.
And it was nothing compared to Sectionals with Glee.
Cheating drama. That was there first. Their wheelchair number. Their show stopping ballad that Mercedes was going to rock hard. Heck, even some of their lesser songs were stolen by the deaf school. And yeah, it was rather moving to see them performing. But not when it was their song.
So there was that.
And the inevitable explosion of Babygate drama. That really came to a head when Finn had showed up in the green room about…oh…thirty minutes before the performance. But he brought sheet music and confidence. Which was something they were severely lacking. Except for Rachel. She never lacked anything but a filter.
Well…and tact. She usually lacked that most of all.
Mike and Matt and the two Cheerios were called out to choreograph their last minute dances. Not a problem. The four of them fell into a quick routine, the natural dancers in Mike and Brittany taking the lead. The two worked out a pattern, simple but effective. It would look rusty though. Thirty minutes was hardly enough for them to teach themselves.
“That works well,” Matt said with a grin, finishing running through the quick moves with Santana. She gave a low noise of approval and looked at the two dancers with actual training.
“Think they’ll be able to handle it?” Mike asked, a frown on his face. Brittany sighed.
“Oh Mike, they’ll be dancing with their feet,” she replied, an exasperated look on her face. The boys just stared at her while Santana reached out to pull the blonde girl into a hug.
“Thank god for those legs and double joints,” she murmured, stroking the other girl’s back. Mike smirked and Matt shook his head. Women were odd.
Brittany’s adorable nature did little to quell Mike’s fears however. This was Glee, not football. It meant more. And they stood a chance in this. That was why he ducked out of the chaos of wardrobe and last minute rehearsals to clear his mind. Chaos was never good for tempo. The two became confused, one became the other, and suddenly you were drifting without any steps to guide you.
Mike hated that.
So that meant doing a few easy stretches in the hall, humming to himself and focusing on the events ahead. Rough footwork that he was responsible for and music that was haphazard and rushed. He sighed and switched legs, stretching out the taught muscles. Worry flashed across his face.
“What if we aren’t ready?” he murmured, stretching out and grabbing his toes.
“We are ready,” Kurt replied. Mike literally jumped. How had he missed the sound of those expensive shoes clicking on the floor? He sighed and looked up at the other boy. Kurt was there in their costume: black slacks and a red tie never looked so good. Though that white beanie…that had been adorable.
“You sound so confident,” the dancer murmured, looking up, a small smile on his face. Kurt nodded, looking rather smug as he leaned against the wall. “You look it too.” The singer laughed lightly, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.
“You should be confident you know,” came the reply. Mike laughed and shrugged one shoulder with no comment. He leaned back and looked up at the other boy. The petite singer frowned and leaned forward, coming eye level with the dancer. He shook his head. “We move because of you.”
That left him speechless.
He watched the other boy, surprise evident in his face. Because of him? Mike felt his face heat as a blush crossed his cheeks. He gapped at Kurt, his eyes wide and all manner of foolish thoughts bouncing about in his head. This boy always knew exactly what it took to make him loose his footing.
He never managed to reply however. Kurt was called away by Santana, anxious for the boy to lend his skills to her hair. He rolled his eyes and sauntered off. And Mike watched him the entire way. He shook his head slightly and stood slowly.
“Dude…you really are in deep huh…” Matt murmured. Mike stiffened and looked over his shoulder. But his best friend shook his head. “Later. Right now, we got a competition to win.” Matt grinned and slapped his back, moving towards the group of classmates and other Glee members. Mike squared his shoulders.
Show time.
Show-stopping time actually. Rachel, for all her faults, busted out a fantastic solo ballad, roaring through the crowd and giving them an excellent entrance. And their songs had been high energy and fun, bringing the crowd to their feet, dancing in the aisles. Not bad for songs they had worked up not thirty minutes before. They walked off the stage in exhilarated energy and ready for anything.
What they got was an hour of anxious waiting.
Mike watched as his friends dealt with the tension in different ways. Everyone had their coping methods. There was mindless chatter and pacing and - his personal favorite - Brittany standing on her head and singing to herself with Santana just sitting next to her and looking confused.
He just smiled and slipped away from the chattering women and the posturing and angry Puck and Finn. Now that was a time bomb waiting to happen. And personally, he did not want the fall out to hit him. They were his friends, but self preservation was hard to ignore. He turned the corner and blinked at Kurt standing near the window on his iPhone.
Well…sometimes self-preservation won out. Kurt seemed to be the combo breaker however.
He watched him with amusement, rocking on the balls of his feet and chattering nervously to what he assumed was his Father. He was still twitching, his walls as thin and low as he’d ever seen them. Mike arched an eyebrow and leaned against the corner, watching as he played with his tie and fiddled with his belt. The perfect ice sculpture that was Kurt Hummel was incredibly nervous.
He chuckled at that. A day for all things he supposed.
“I knew I’d find you here,” Matt whispered, holding up a can of soda with a grin on his face. Mike flushed, making a quieting motion with his hand and pulling his friend away. He sighed as the other boy laughed quietly. “So you’re into Hummel. That explains you ducking out on the trashing.”
“That or my annoyance with it in general,” Mike grumbled, popping the tab on his can with a slight scowl. His friend held up his hands in surrender, a brilliant grin on his face. “Besides…I’m not into Hummel per say…” Even as the words left his mouth, he knew they were a bit of a lie. His friend snorted lightly.
“Dude, I see the way you look at him. That’s like textbook into,” Matt replied, grinning over at him. His friend shrugged and looked towards the hallway they had just left. “I mean if you’re into guys, you coulda told me.” Mike stared at him for a second before laughing.
“Not just guys Matt,” the dancer replied, a grin on his face. Matt looked confused before it struck him and suddenly, his face was one of surprise. He blinked, scratched his head, and took a sip of his soda.
“Well that makes sense…” he replied. “Not like you could be held to a single point or move right?” He grinned and they both laughed.
And Mike grinned happily. This was why he liked his best friend: Matt understood him. And so when Artie came around the corner and asked if they wanted to go spy on the judges, he found the two friends laughing and dancing as the always were.
And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush,
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush.
Sectionals victory high was a level of euphoria that was something new. McKinley was hardly the kind of school that brought down trophies on a regular basis. And now that he had one that was nearly as tall as his hip.
Not a bad thing at all.
And the ecstatic nature of New Directions was something incredible. They had jumped and hooted and hollered and danced around after their victory. He even got to hug and spin an energetic Kurt about before Brittany and Santana were practically tackling him to the ground, showering him with kisses on his cheek and making him blush brightly.
And he watched Kurt as he was dragged to the ground by the two giggling girls and watched a look of annoyance flash across the Tiny Dancer’s face before something rippled through his eyes and he turned back to Mercedes, his happy mask back in place. Mike’s heart was already soaring from their win, but that little flash of something gave him hope. Or maybe it was the way Brittany was giggling insanely about her jealously plan.
It really was a tossup at this point.
They bounced and cheered and rolled their way to the bus, the trophy being passed back and forth from one member to another, though Rachel tended to always be within arm’s reach of the faux-gold thing. She treated it like it was a totem of power or a key to something. Popularity? Finn? More rights to direct Glee?
Well that was a terrifying thought…
Mike hummed as he stretched out in a seat on the bus, his legs dangling into the isle. He was a few seats away from the group, who were clustered around Artie in the back. It wasn’t that he was feeling anti-social. Far from it. He loved being with the other group members. But sometimes, he could understand the dance better if he was away from it. It was interesting, seeing them interact. He leaned back in the seat, drooping down below the window and yawned.
“Don’t tell me you’re tired Chang,” Kurt murmured, peering down at him from the seat behind him. Mike blinked slowly, looking up at him with an arched brow. He was sure that seat had been empty moments before.
“Did you make three show stopping dance routines then perform them today?” he replied with a half grin. The other boy sniffed lightly and a trademark flash of Hummel Haughty sparkled in his eyes.
“Of course not. I just danced those same routines after giving you the moral support you needed to make sure you were the best,” he replied, a smirk settling across his lips. Mike laughed softly, shaking his head.
“Well that’s true,” the dancer replied, sitting up and staring at Kurt. That white beanie was back. And he was looking smug yet entertained, rolling a tube of something between his fingers. Mike grinned, picking up the faint smell of strawberries: gloss. “But don’t I deserve a little rest?” He grinned up at the other boy who only rolled his eyes.
“How can you rest? The rest of us are riding that endorphin high straight back to Lima,” Kurt asked incredulously, resting his cheek on the back of the seat. Mike silently cursed everything that was holy and calm. Tiny Dancer really was too cute.
“I’ve just…got some stuff on my mind,” he murmured, doing his best to avoid looking to conspicuous. But he knew his work there was faulty when the other boy simply arched an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. Mike gulped. That was the Hummel Mission face.
“What on Earth could keep you occupied on a night of celebration?” he snapped back, pointing accusingly at him. “Unless of course you’re thinking of ways of celebrating with someone. Then I would rather not hear those details…” Mike watched as that little something flashed through Kurt’s eyes. And he couldn’t help but break out into a huge grin.
It was jealousy. He had seen it often enough around school, specifically in Rachel’s eyes when she saw Quinn and Finn. And in his the eye’s of his youngest sister when she fought for attention. Jealousy was never the same note, not for everyone. So where was Kurt’s note? It was a risk…
“I was thinking of who I would like to celebrate with…” he murmured, his silly grin slipping easily into place, “and how I’d invite them out for dinner.” Kurt huffed.
“Well why don’t you just ask them?” he replied, his eyes flashing again, the inflection he placed on the last word making it seem like he knew exactly who Mike was talking about. The dancer chuckled.
“Well I assumed you and Mercedes already had plans,” he said calmly, the nonchalant nature of his voice hiding just how nervous he was. Kurt looked at him silently, his eyes wide and his eyebrows nearly touching the edge of the hat he wore. Mike twitched.
“Oh…well if you want to ask her, we don’t have plans,” the singer said slowly, confusion still evident on his face. “Though I’m surprised you’re not asking Brittany.” The flash in his eyes was still there, despite the off balance way he looked. Mike silently wished he could see him move to know for certain. He was stepping blind, and the tension was there, but so was the excitement of the possible yes.
“Good to know you’re free,” the dancer murmured, leaning his cheek on the seat and staring at Kurt, meeting him eye to eye. “So feel like celebrating?” He couldn’t decide which reaction was best. The faint blush that crossed his cheeks and climbed up to his ears. The look of surprise and the wide eyes that he was slowly dancing into. Or the nod.
Well…that’s not true. The nod was by far the best. Because it meant yes.
And I know that the time is just right,
And straight into my arms you will run.
And when you come, my heart will be waiting,
To make sure that you’re never alone.
Mike leaned against his car, watching the last of his fellow teammates leave the parking lot. There was no fanfare waiting. No group of people there to congratulate them as they got off the bus. There were a few parents - Rachel and Artie’s dads, Brittany’s mom with cookies, and Kurt’s father - but no friends. He frowned. It really was unfair how things that were actually good, actually worthwhile were shunned in this town.
He blinked as a throat cleared next to him. He blinked and grinned at the nervous and fidgeting Kurt that was standing near the hood of his car, a blush on his cheeks just visible in the nearly gone sunlight. Yes…the worthwhile things took the longest to find in Lima.
“Ready to go? I’m famished!” Mike said happily, moving towards the other boy. Kurt held up a hand.
“Before we go anywhere…I…” he started, trailing off, his confidence quickly sliding. Mike watched quietly as the singer dropped his gaze to his shoes. He was completely off tempo. The dancer frowned and touched his shoulder gently.
“I asked you out Kurt,” Mike murmured. “Not just as a friend.” He grinned when the boy flushed darker, but lifted his chin to catch his eyes; a fleeting smile crossing those perfectly glossed lips. “So get in the car. I’m hungry.” Kurt just laughed, swatting lightly at his hand and moving towards the door.
“Just be careful Chang,” he said quietly, looking over the car at the other boy. “I’m not an easy partner to keep up with when the dance gets tough.” Mike just grinned.
“And I’m hard to lose when I’m dancing strong Kurt,” he replied, ducking inside and starting the engine. “Now how about Chinese? I know this great place…” And as he rattled on, quickly sidestepping the sarcastic quip Kurt had thrown his way, and pulled out of the parking lot, he caught the small smile of the other boy and his heart took a leap.
And suddenly every step was new and fledgling. But this time, he had someone to take it with.
Pairings: Mike/Kurt
Disclaimer: Glee and all affiliated characters are property of their respective owners. Not me.
Word Count:
Rating: PG now, different later.
Genre: Romancy, Self-Discovery.
Summary: Everything is a dance. Every step has one that follows. Every turn brings us to a new revelation, a new rotation. That’s how we live, dancing through life.
Songs: "Moondance" by Van Morrison
Author's Note: Totally Unbetad as usual. After a break and some Glee reinvigoration - namely the new episodes - we come to chapter four. Thanks for everyone that's read so far. Spoilers through Sectionals.
Chapters: -1- -2- -3- -4-
Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance,
With the stars up above in your eyes.
A fantabulous night to make romance,
Neath the cover of October skies.
Football had its ups and downs, excitements and depressions. There was the high of a completed pass, of a touchdown…well…not for McKinley. But that’s beside the point. Football had its rollercoaster of emotions.
And it was nothing compared to Sectionals with Glee.
Cheating drama. That was there first. Their wheelchair number. Their show stopping ballad that Mercedes was going to rock hard. Heck, even some of their lesser songs were stolen by the deaf school. And yeah, it was rather moving to see them performing. But not when it was their song.
So there was that.
And the inevitable explosion of Babygate drama. That really came to a head when Finn had showed up in the green room about…oh…thirty minutes before the performance. But he brought sheet music and confidence. Which was something they were severely lacking. Except for Rachel. She never lacked anything but a filter.
Well…and tact. She usually lacked that most of all.
Mike and Matt and the two Cheerios were called out to choreograph their last minute dances. Not a problem. The four of them fell into a quick routine, the natural dancers in Mike and Brittany taking the lead. The two worked out a pattern, simple but effective. It would look rusty though. Thirty minutes was hardly enough for them to teach themselves.
“That works well,” Matt said with a grin, finishing running through the quick moves with Santana. She gave a low noise of approval and looked at the two dancers with actual training.
“Think they’ll be able to handle it?” Mike asked, a frown on his face. Brittany sighed.
“Oh Mike, they’ll be dancing with their feet,” she replied, an exasperated look on her face. The boys just stared at her while Santana reached out to pull the blonde girl into a hug.
“Thank god for those legs and double joints,” she murmured, stroking the other girl’s back. Mike smirked and Matt shook his head. Women were odd.
Brittany’s adorable nature did little to quell Mike’s fears however. This was Glee, not football. It meant more. And they stood a chance in this. That was why he ducked out of the chaos of wardrobe and last minute rehearsals to clear his mind. Chaos was never good for tempo. The two became confused, one became the other, and suddenly you were drifting without any steps to guide you.
Mike hated that.
So that meant doing a few easy stretches in the hall, humming to himself and focusing on the events ahead. Rough footwork that he was responsible for and music that was haphazard and rushed. He sighed and switched legs, stretching out the taught muscles. Worry flashed across his face.
“What if we aren’t ready?” he murmured, stretching out and grabbing his toes.
“We are ready,” Kurt replied. Mike literally jumped. How had he missed the sound of those expensive shoes clicking on the floor? He sighed and looked up at the other boy. Kurt was there in their costume: black slacks and a red tie never looked so good. Though that white beanie…that had been adorable.
“You sound so confident,” the dancer murmured, looking up, a small smile on his face. Kurt nodded, looking rather smug as he leaned against the wall. “You look it too.” The singer laughed lightly, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.
“You should be confident you know,” came the reply. Mike laughed and shrugged one shoulder with no comment. He leaned back and looked up at the other boy. The petite singer frowned and leaned forward, coming eye level with the dancer. He shook his head. “We move because of you.”
That left him speechless.
He watched the other boy, surprise evident in his face. Because of him? Mike felt his face heat as a blush crossed his cheeks. He gapped at Kurt, his eyes wide and all manner of foolish thoughts bouncing about in his head. This boy always knew exactly what it took to make him loose his footing.
He never managed to reply however. Kurt was called away by Santana, anxious for the boy to lend his skills to her hair. He rolled his eyes and sauntered off. And Mike watched him the entire way. He shook his head slightly and stood slowly.
“Dude…you really are in deep huh…” Matt murmured. Mike stiffened and looked over his shoulder. But his best friend shook his head. “Later. Right now, we got a competition to win.” Matt grinned and slapped his back, moving towards the group of classmates and other Glee members. Mike squared his shoulders.
Show time.
Show-stopping time actually. Rachel, for all her faults, busted out a fantastic solo ballad, roaring through the crowd and giving them an excellent entrance. And their songs had been high energy and fun, bringing the crowd to their feet, dancing in the aisles. Not bad for songs they had worked up not thirty minutes before. They walked off the stage in exhilarated energy and ready for anything.
What they got was an hour of anxious waiting.
Mike watched as his friends dealt with the tension in different ways. Everyone had their coping methods. There was mindless chatter and pacing and - his personal favorite - Brittany standing on her head and singing to herself with Santana just sitting next to her and looking confused.
He just smiled and slipped away from the chattering women and the posturing and angry Puck and Finn. Now that was a time bomb waiting to happen. And personally, he did not want the fall out to hit him. They were his friends, but self preservation was hard to ignore. He turned the corner and blinked at Kurt standing near the window on his iPhone.
Well…sometimes self-preservation won out. Kurt seemed to be the combo breaker however.
He watched him with amusement, rocking on the balls of his feet and chattering nervously to what he assumed was his Father. He was still twitching, his walls as thin and low as he’d ever seen them. Mike arched an eyebrow and leaned against the corner, watching as he played with his tie and fiddled with his belt. The perfect ice sculpture that was Kurt Hummel was incredibly nervous.
He chuckled at that. A day for all things he supposed.
“I knew I’d find you here,” Matt whispered, holding up a can of soda with a grin on his face. Mike flushed, making a quieting motion with his hand and pulling his friend away. He sighed as the other boy laughed quietly. “So you’re into Hummel. That explains you ducking out on the trashing.”
“That or my annoyance with it in general,” Mike grumbled, popping the tab on his can with a slight scowl. His friend held up his hands in surrender, a brilliant grin on his face. “Besides…I’m not into Hummel per say…” Even as the words left his mouth, he knew they were a bit of a lie. His friend snorted lightly.
“Dude, I see the way you look at him. That’s like textbook into,” Matt replied, grinning over at him. His friend shrugged and looked towards the hallway they had just left. “I mean if you’re into guys, you coulda told me.” Mike stared at him for a second before laughing.
“Not just guys Matt,” the dancer replied, a grin on his face. Matt looked confused before it struck him and suddenly, his face was one of surprise. He blinked, scratched his head, and took a sip of his soda.
“Well that makes sense…” he replied. “Not like you could be held to a single point or move right?” He grinned and they both laughed.
And Mike grinned happily. This was why he liked his best friend: Matt understood him. And so when Artie came around the corner and asked if they wanted to go spy on the judges, he found the two friends laughing and dancing as the always were.
And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush,
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush.
Sectionals victory high was a level of euphoria that was something new. McKinley was hardly the kind of school that brought down trophies on a regular basis. And now that he had one that was nearly as tall as his hip.
Not a bad thing at all.
And the ecstatic nature of New Directions was something incredible. They had jumped and hooted and hollered and danced around after their victory. He even got to hug and spin an energetic Kurt about before Brittany and Santana were practically tackling him to the ground, showering him with kisses on his cheek and making him blush brightly.
And he watched Kurt as he was dragged to the ground by the two giggling girls and watched a look of annoyance flash across the Tiny Dancer’s face before something rippled through his eyes and he turned back to Mercedes, his happy mask back in place. Mike’s heart was already soaring from their win, but that little flash of something gave him hope. Or maybe it was the way Brittany was giggling insanely about her jealously plan.
It really was a tossup at this point.
They bounced and cheered and rolled their way to the bus, the trophy being passed back and forth from one member to another, though Rachel tended to always be within arm’s reach of the faux-gold thing. She treated it like it was a totem of power or a key to something. Popularity? Finn? More rights to direct Glee?
Well that was a terrifying thought…
Mike hummed as he stretched out in a seat on the bus, his legs dangling into the isle. He was a few seats away from the group, who were clustered around Artie in the back. It wasn’t that he was feeling anti-social. Far from it. He loved being with the other group members. But sometimes, he could understand the dance better if he was away from it. It was interesting, seeing them interact. He leaned back in the seat, drooping down below the window and yawned.
“Don’t tell me you’re tired Chang,” Kurt murmured, peering down at him from the seat behind him. Mike blinked slowly, looking up at him with an arched brow. He was sure that seat had been empty moments before.
“Did you make three show stopping dance routines then perform them today?” he replied with a half grin. The other boy sniffed lightly and a trademark flash of Hummel Haughty sparkled in his eyes.
“Of course not. I just danced those same routines after giving you the moral support you needed to make sure you were the best,” he replied, a smirk settling across his lips. Mike laughed softly, shaking his head.
“Well that’s true,” the dancer replied, sitting up and staring at Kurt. That white beanie was back. And he was looking smug yet entertained, rolling a tube of something between his fingers. Mike grinned, picking up the faint smell of strawberries: gloss. “But don’t I deserve a little rest?” He grinned up at the other boy who only rolled his eyes.
“How can you rest? The rest of us are riding that endorphin high straight back to Lima,” Kurt asked incredulously, resting his cheek on the back of the seat. Mike silently cursed everything that was holy and calm. Tiny Dancer really was too cute.
“I’ve just…got some stuff on my mind,” he murmured, doing his best to avoid looking to conspicuous. But he knew his work there was faulty when the other boy simply arched an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes. Mike gulped. That was the Hummel Mission face.
“What on Earth could keep you occupied on a night of celebration?” he snapped back, pointing accusingly at him. “Unless of course you’re thinking of ways of celebrating with someone. Then I would rather not hear those details…” Mike watched as that little something flashed through Kurt’s eyes. And he couldn’t help but break out into a huge grin.
It was jealousy. He had seen it often enough around school, specifically in Rachel’s eyes when she saw Quinn and Finn. And in his the eye’s of his youngest sister when she fought for attention. Jealousy was never the same note, not for everyone. So where was Kurt’s note? It was a risk…
“I was thinking of who I would like to celebrate with…” he murmured, his silly grin slipping easily into place, “and how I’d invite them out for dinner.” Kurt huffed.
“Well why don’t you just ask them?” he replied, his eyes flashing again, the inflection he placed on the last word making it seem like he knew exactly who Mike was talking about. The dancer chuckled.
“Well I assumed you and Mercedes already had plans,” he said calmly, the nonchalant nature of his voice hiding just how nervous he was. Kurt looked at him silently, his eyes wide and his eyebrows nearly touching the edge of the hat he wore. Mike twitched.
“Oh…well if you want to ask her, we don’t have plans,” the singer said slowly, confusion still evident on his face. “Though I’m surprised you’re not asking Brittany.” The flash in his eyes was still there, despite the off balance way he looked. Mike silently wished he could see him move to know for certain. He was stepping blind, and the tension was there, but so was the excitement of the possible yes.
“Good to know you’re free,” the dancer murmured, leaning his cheek on the seat and staring at Kurt, meeting him eye to eye. “So feel like celebrating?” He couldn’t decide which reaction was best. The faint blush that crossed his cheeks and climbed up to his ears. The look of surprise and the wide eyes that he was slowly dancing into. Or the nod.
Well…that’s not true. The nod was by far the best. Because it meant yes.
And I know that the time is just right,
And straight into my arms you will run.
And when you come, my heart will be waiting,
To make sure that you’re never alone.
Mike leaned against his car, watching the last of his fellow teammates leave the parking lot. There was no fanfare waiting. No group of people there to congratulate them as they got off the bus. There were a few parents - Rachel and Artie’s dads, Brittany’s mom with cookies, and Kurt’s father - but no friends. He frowned. It really was unfair how things that were actually good, actually worthwhile were shunned in this town.
He blinked as a throat cleared next to him. He blinked and grinned at the nervous and fidgeting Kurt that was standing near the hood of his car, a blush on his cheeks just visible in the nearly gone sunlight. Yes…the worthwhile things took the longest to find in Lima.
“Ready to go? I’m famished!” Mike said happily, moving towards the other boy. Kurt held up a hand.
“Before we go anywhere…I…” he started, trailing off, his confidence quickly sliding. Mike watched quietly as the singer dropped his gaze to his shoes. He was completely off tempo. The dancer frowned and touched his shoulder gently.
“I asked you out Kurt,” Mike murmured. “Not just as a friend.” He grinned when the boy flushed darker, but lifted his chin to catch his eyes; a fleeting smile crossing those perfectly glossed lips. “So get in the car. I’m hungry.” Kurt just laughed, swatting lightly at his hand and moving towards the door.
“Just be careful Chang,” he said quietly, looking over the car at the other boy. “I’m not an easy partner to keep up with when the dance gets tough.” Mike just grinned.
“And I’m hard to lose when I’m dancing strong Kurt,” he replied, ducking inside and starting the engine. “Now how about Chinese? I know this great place…” And as he rattled on, quickly sidestepping the sarcastic quip Kurt had thrown his way, and pulled out of the parking lot, he caught the small smile of the other boy and his heart took a leap.
And suddenly every step was new and fledgling. But this time, he had someone to take it with.