Kadam Week Prompt: AU
(A/N: Finally got this out! The others will be coming later!
This is a So You Think You Can Dance? AU! I’m going to try going with this as the season progresses, but no promises!)
Kurt picked at his pants nervously, barely even able to watch the other dancers as they performed. He didn’t laugh with the others when someone so obviously out of their depth or react when Mary screamed her praises. He just tried to focus on what he was going to do, mentally going over the steps one final time.
Kurt didn’t even bother to tell anyone he was auditioning. He didn’t tell Rachel because he knew she’d show up and with the way his luck had been lately, she’d get in and he wouldn’t. It didn’t matter that he’d been dancing since he was three, and even after he left ballet and moved into another dance studio to study Modern Contemporary with some Ballroom on the side; she’d still somehow get chosen over him. He had planned to tell Blaine when he came to visit, but that thought disappeared as soon as his ex-boyfriend admitted his hookup.
And really, it seemed that most of his friends had taken Blaine’s side, so he just didn’t even bother. Carol knew, at least, so that if he did get a ticket to Vegas, at least someone would know where he’d disappeared to for several weeks. His father didn’t know just because he’d been so busy in D.C. that they could only talk for a few minutes, and he was kind of afraid he’d tell Blaine and Blaine would tell everyone else and somehow this whole thing would blow up in his face.
He also worried that they wouldn’t believe him, or they would laugh at him. It didn’t matter that he’d won dance competitions in Indiana, northern Ohio, and Kentucky. All his friends knew was that he could follow the choreography, but even that hadn’t been enough and he was put in booty camp. Well, he would show them, dance was his thing. Just like it was Mike’s thing and Brittany’s thing. He could dance, and he was amazing.
Just then, he was tapped on the shoulder. He was led backstage and put into a confessional, which meant he was probably going to be on the show for a longer period than just his performance. Kurt was both excited and horrified. He just hoped he made it through.
Directly after his interview, he was led to the stage. Nigel called for the next person and Kurt walked out, trying to quell his nerves. He made his way to the mic.
“Hello, there, young man,” Nigel said, looking down at a few papers before back up at him. “And what’s your name?”
“My name is Kurt Hummel.”
“All right, Kurt, and how long have you been dancing?”
“Since I was three years old,” Kurt replied.
“Okay, well, we’re looking forward to your performance,” Nigel said, smiling.
Kurt nodded and hurried to the middle of the stage, and with a deep breath, he waited for his cue.
“And…cue music,” Nigel called.
As soon as the music started, Kurt’s nerves vanished as he fell into the music. Each step was instinctual as he threw himself across the stage, twisted his body in just the right ways. He could feel the music flowing through him as he moved and then it was over. The music had faded and he ended right where he had planned. Kurt slowly came back to himself, he noticed that the theatre had gone silent for a few beats; he worried they were about to laugh him off the stage.
And then the crowd jumped to their feet, whooping and clapping. The judges, too, had risen and joined in the clapping. Kurt shakily got to his feet and nearly stumbled to the mic as they all resumed their seats. Each judge had a wide smile on their faces.
“Well, Kurt,” Nigel said, looking at the boy, “that was simply amazing.”
“Thank you,” Kurt replied, leaning down to speak into the mic.
“You have technique, and while that is important, I can really see your passion and love when you move,” Nigel continued. “One of the best we’ve seen in a long time.”
“I’m gonna have to agree with Nigel,” Mary gushed. “The way you moved your body was mesmerizing! You are amazing!”
Tyce Diorio was positively beaming, “You really touched me and I cannot wait to work with you.”
Kurt swallowed thickly, barely allowing himself to believe he could make it.
Nigel grinned and whipped out a ticket, “You’re going to Vegas!”
“Oh my, God!” Kurt exclaimed as he ran down the steps. He grabbed the ticket and hugged Nigel, Mary, and Tyce before hurrying into the audience. He ran outside and gushed to the camera before hurrying away. Once he’d gotten away from the cameras, he took a moment to look down at his ticket. He grinned.
“Um, excuse me.”
Kurt jerked his head up at the voice. Standing in front of him was a man with blond hair, a broad chest, and a pair of very impressive arms; Kurt flushed.
“My name is Adam,” the man said, extending his hand.
Kurt slipped his own hand into Adam’s much larger one, “Kurt.”
“I just wanted to tell you, your performance was breathtaking,” Adam said, looking wistful. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
“Oh, well, thank you,” Kurt stammered.
“Do you live in the city?” Adam asked.
“Um, no, I live in New York City.”
“Oh, me too! And…if you’re free…”Adam said, suddenly looking a little nervous. “I’d like to take you out for coffee. Maybe talk about how crazy the next few months are going to be for us.”
Kurt checked his phone, “I have time before my train.”
“Great! I found this great café earlier this morning.”
“That sounds like a really good idea,” Kurt replied, following Adam out of the theatre.
Adam offered his arm, which Kurt shyly took. He’d have to tell Adam he wasn’t quite ready for a relationship yet, but…that didn’t mean he’d never be ready again.