Dance

                                    

                                          


                          
"You are aware for this plan to work (Y/N) will have to be able to dance." Rebekah sighed and four sets of eyes were fixed on you.
                          
"Hey I can dance!" You protested which made Kol and Klaus chuckle.
                          
"(Y/N) when we say dance we mean waltzing not rubbing yourself up someone like a mad wolf." Elijah criticized and you crossed your arms, glowering at the original was waited for your pride to settle down.
                          
"I can dance." You repeated and this time Elijah was quite sure you'd lose your temper if he continued to press the matter.
                          
"We can get her lessons; it won't be for a few weeks anyway." With his final decision made the Mikaelson's vanished to where ever they spent their time and you were left to wonder around the large house.
                          
"The last time you tried to waltz you tripped over Stefan Salvatore's feet." Kol's voice made you jump and you turned to face him.
                          
"Perhaps his feet got in my way." You offered stubbornly and he let out a chuckle.
                          
"Actually you missed a step, here." He moved suddenly and had you by the waist, moving your arms to settle where they should.
                          
"What're you doing?" You asked wearily as he slowly began to hum a tune and spin the both of you.
                          
"Teaching you to dance." He hummed and span you.
                          
"Kol!" You squealed when he almost pulled you off your feet and you tripped, ploughing into him as he almost doubled over in laughter.
                          
"Darling you're awful at this." He managed to get out between laughs.
                          
"Perhaps you're a bad teacher." You huffed and he nodded.
                          
"Alright, follow me." You didn't like the way he was suddenly serious, or that he led you to a room that was usually always locked.
                          
In your time with the Mikaelsons' you had seen many fine houses, ballrooms that were draped with extravagance, but none measured up to the simplicity of the one Kol had lead you into. The simple creamy white a gold trimmed room was huge, the soft brown floors had your feet begging to tap against the highly polished wood, wanting to hear the delicious sound that would bounce around the room.
                          
"Stand here." Kol ordered and you did as you were told.
                          
"Don't we need music?" You asked and he rolled his eyes.
                          
"No first you need to learn to count." He muttered.
                          
"I know how to..." He shushed you and retook the position he had you in before.
                          
At first he moved slowly, guiding you and showing you where to place your feet, patiently catching you when you stumbled or tripped. Once you started to resemble someone who could dance rather than a baby deer on ice he began to count.
                          
It was as if he'd settled a hypnotic flow over you, feet moving to his count, speeding and slowing with him, letting him guide you but being more confident that you could do just as well as he could.
                          
"So is that it can we use the music now?" You asked when he stopped.
                          
"No." Was all he said as he inspected you.
                          
"Why not?" You sighed and waited for him to finish circling you before he answered.
                          
"Because you need to learn to dance in the right shoes next." He pointed at your old slippers and took your hand, pressing it flat against his. "This is a different dance; you probably won't have to do it but... just in case."
                          
He started again, this time criticizing mistakes, reminding you that this second dance was far more complicated than the waltz. By the time he let you go it was no longer the afternoon but close to a cold evening.
                          
As soon as you reached your room you flopped down on your bed, letting your eyes fall shut, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep. You were woken a little later by Rebekah who was juggling a hot meal and two boxes.
                          
"My brother has demanded I give you these." She sighed and dumped the boxes next to you while setting the plate down.
                          
"They're shoes." You told her and held one up and giggled as she frowned.
                          
"Not overly attractive but they'll do for learning I guess." She offered as you tucked it back away.
                          
"He's quite good a teaching, Kol I mean... I can waltz now, maybe not that well but I can." You smiled and went to sit at the small table Rebekah had set the food on.
                          
"Yes well at least Kol's teaching you, I had a very angry woman with a stick, believe me a thwack from that thing gets you dancing." You both laughed and she left you to eat, pausing in the doorway. "He's not done teaching you yet."