"Fuck," Kurt hissed as he tripped on his own feet and went spiraling to the ground. He rubbed the top of his head, then got up.

"Keep trying," Brittany urged. "If you fall to much, a mountain will form on your head."

Kurt looked at her, eyes clouded with confusion. He shook it off as Brittany clicked PLAY on the radio again. "Alright," Kurt took a deep breath.

"5, 6, 7, 8!"

Kurt launched into the dance Brittany had taught him. He went through the song hopelessly. He flailed and spun the wrong away, he gasped for air less than halfway through. Finally, he gave up. He stumbled over to the radio on the desk and turned it off. "I can't do this," Kurt told Brittany.

"Why not?" Brittany asked. "You have legs."

"No," Kurt said. "I mean, it's too hard."

"I don't think dances are like rocks, dolphin."

Kurt plopped on his couch, eyes glazed over with failure. He sighed in defeat. "I will never dance. Ever." He sadly grabbed his water bottle, pouring the liquid into his mouth. "I'm just hopeless."

"You know," Brittany skipped over to him. "There's this dance camp I go to every year. You could sign up as a beginner."

Kurt looked up. "Don't I have to be good to get in?"

"You're not evil, are you?"

"Brit, I mean good at dancing."

"Oh!" She breathed. "No, you don't. There are teachers. You'd be great! I think."

Kurt felt his skin bubble with excitement. He didn't really care how bad he was, he loved to dance. "That sounds amazing, Brittany. When is it?"

"During the summer."

"I have no life," Kurt said. "I'd definitely be able to do that.. Dad wouldn't mind, Finn won't care, and Carole would be delighted. Thanks, Brittany."

"Well, I have to go. Lord Tubbington's been stuck in a pickle jar since Friday."

"It's Tuesday."

"Yeah."

Kurt watched with wide eyes as Brittany ran off, blonde ponytail swinging back and forth. He sometimes wondered how she could be so.. Idiotic? He didn't want to be mean, but it was clear to anyone that Brittany wasn't the brightest.

But damn, could she dance.

Kurt had asked her for advice about two months ago after he began falling behind in the dance routines in Glee Club. She agreed if he paid her in lollipops (which had freaked out Kurt just a little) and came to his house every other Tuesday. She taught him a new dance routine, but Kurt never seemed to be able to get it down. He always tripped or hurt himself, and when they were dancing together for partner dances, his feet got tangled with her's.

He was a hopeless dancer, dreams shattered every wrong move. He could sing, he could act, but he really loved to dance. He got such a rush when he did get something right. He felt the music through his veins, the beat on his feet, and his soul and spirit lit up with adrenaline.

He always tried his best to stay thin, too. He became a vegetarian, excersized everyday, and ate as much as he could without dying, basically. He knew that Carole had started to notice his eating habits, and she always tried to get him to have a piece of bacon or an extra egg in the morning for breakfast. Burt never really seemed to notice, because he and Finn ate all the things that Kurt didn't.

Finn walked downstairs after Brittany left and looked at Kurt. "Hey, it's time for dinner."

Kurt nodded then ran upstairs, past his stepbrother. He walked into the kitchen then smiled at Carole. "Hey, honey," she greeted. "I asked Brittany if she wanted to stay for dinner, but she said something about a tubby pickle?"

"She has a cat named Lord Tubbington, and she.. Sometimes hallucinates about him, I guess. One time she thought that he read her diary."

"Well that's.. Uh, interesting."

"Brittany's a nice girl, Carole," Kurt reminded. "Actually, she's been teaching me how to dance."

Carole sighed and put her spoon down. Kurt knew that the dance subject went hard on her. She didn't like that Kurt was starving himself and dancing for hours to be a dancer. She honestly thought that dancing was a waste of time. Kurt was sometimes offended, but she never really said anything directly rude to him. "Oh." She simply said.

Burt walked in and sat down at the table without an invitation. "What's this about dance, kiddo?"

"Nice eavsedropping, dad," Kurt said and kissed his father's cheek. His father didn't mind the dancing. His father was great, because he didn't really mind anything that Kurt did.

"I'm workin' on it," he grumbled and Finn appeared. He sat down while Carole placed pasta on the table.

"No salad?" Kurt frowned.

"No," Carole said, picking up her fork. "You're eating tonight."

Kurt sighed and watched as his family began to eat. He stared at his empty plate, before looking up. "Carole, dad.." They looked at him, Carole mid-bite, Burt still stuffing his face. "There's this.. Um, dance camp that Brittany told me about. She says it goes during the summer and it could really help me."

"Sounds cool," Finn said, bored.

"I think it sounds fun," Burt added. "You like to dance, we support your dreams, kiddo. I think you should go."

"Burt," Carole placed her hand on his and he looked up, confused. "Haven't you noticed Kurt hasn't been eating right lately?"

Burt's eyes scanned Kurt's empty plate, then looked at Kurt. It was true he had gotten skinnier than usual. He looked back at Carole and mumbled something gruffly. "We'll think about it, Kurt."

Kurt sighed and got up, shoving his chair into his table.

"He sucks at dancing," he heard Finn's voice from the kitchen.

Kurt's blue eyes brimmed with tears as he ran downstairs and slammed the door. He blasted his iPod, trying to dance routine after routine. He failed every dance move, frustration picking at feet. When he reached the last song on his DANCE playlist, he was sweating and tired. By the last note, he had collapsed on the ground, staring at the ceiling with tear-stained cheeks.