Jeff had a sudden stroke of inspiration for his upcoming NYADA project, and he couldn't keep sleeping, restlessly moving his legs beneath the blankets of the bed, mentally choreographing step after step of the dance he hoped would not only win him the Winter Showcase, but would set the stage for the rest of his future…their future…his life with Nick by his side.

He didn't want to wake his boyfriend, knowing that he had an early morning of running errands at court, filing papers, and unfortunately, fetching coffee.

No matter how hard Jeff tried he couldn't keep still, and eventually Nick rolled onto his side, blinking tired eyes open. He focused on his boyfriend's face, eyes squeezed closed in deep concentration.

“Are you awake, Jeff,” Nick mumbled, his voice hoarse and groggy, “or are you sleep dancing again?”

Jeff's body stilled. He turned his head to see Nick's small smile and droopy eyes.

“I'm sorry, Nicky,” Jeff said. “I just…I”

Nick sighed.

“Living room?” he asked, knowing that's where they were headed anyway.

Jeff smiled, bounding out of bed, throwing a tight pair of dance pants over his naked legs and racing through the door before Nick had even sat up.

Nick chuckled.

His boyfriend, the Energizer bunny, just going and going and going.

Nick blushed at how accurate that description suited Jeff. If Jeff wasn't such a boundless fount of energy, Nick might not be quite as exhausted right now.

Nick stepped into the living room just as Jeff pushed the last piece of furniture up against the wall. Nick bent down and gathered the throw rug into a neat roll, leaning it up against the couch. Jeff slipped on a pair of old practice shoes that he used for dancing on the rough woods floors in the apartment.

Nick grabbed a sketch pad and sat cross legged on the couch. Just a couple of steps, but they had to be perfect, or the rest of the dance would fail. Jeff moved swiftly across the floor, and Nick sketched quickly. Six steps total with something…something missing before the grand jete. Nick looked down at his sketch while Jeff pondered the missing step.

“Did you want the Pique Dehors at the end?” Nick asked around a yawn, “Or did you want the Fouette-en dehors?”

“What?” Jeff asked, not realizing Nick had just spoken.

“That turn at the end. It looks like you did it different both times.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow at his brunette boyfriend, smirking at the disheveled hair sticking up in all directions, and his pursed lips, still swollen from hours of kissing before bedtime.

“Show me,” Jeff said, sitting down on the arm of the couch.

Nick rolled his eyes, putting down the sketch pad and walking to the middle of the rough floor. Nick bent his knees, lifting them to his chest to stretch out the muscles. He ran over the wood floors boards with one socked toe, looking for rough spots to avoid.

“Okay,” Nick said, concentrating, praying he didn't fall on his ass and make a fool out of himself. “The first time, you did the Pique Dehors.” Nick set his stance, and pushed off the floor, spinning on one foot, traveling slightly across the boards before stopping. He looked over at Jeff, brown eyes considering Nick carefully. Nick felt slightly unnerved, but he knew his Jeff was lost in thought. A laid back guy, but a strict perfectionist, hence these midnight impromptu practice sessions.

“But,” Nick continued, “the second time, you did this.” Another stance, another push off the floor, but this time Nick's leg whipped around, carrying him through the spin a few times before he stopped.

Jeff nodded. He looked down at the sketch and back at Nick.

“Looking good, Nick,” Jeff said with a smile.

Nick blushed. He didn't dance much anymore, just around Jeff. He shouldn't be nervous dancing around Jeff, except Jeff was athletic, gorgeous, and on his way to being one of the greatest male dancers on the East Coast.

Nick was studying to be a lawyer. He didn't regret that decision, but sometimes he felt that he and Jeff were just too different now to make any sense.

Jeff continued to look at Nick as he pondered the two spins. Nick stood with hands on hips watching Jeff's mind work.

“So,” Nick said, interrupting Jeff's thoughts. “What do you think?”

Jeff stood from the couch arm and walked toward Nick.

“I think I know what it's missing.” Jeff looked Nick up and down.

“What's that?” Nick asked.

Jeff stopped walking and stared into his boyfriend's eyes.

“You.” Jeff took Nick's hand and pulled him close, holding Nick pressed against him and swaying slowly.

“Me?” Nick's brows knit together as he looked into Jeff's eyes.

“Yup. It's a good start, but it shouldn't be a solo. It should be a duet…and it will. For you and me.”

“What about your project?” Nick asked. Jeff spun Nick out, and then drew him back, holding him tight again. He rubbed circles into the small of Nick's back. Nick melted against him, resting his head on Jeff's shoulder.

“The project can wait,” Jeff said. “Right now, this is important, Nicky.”

Jeff stopped moving, letting go of Nick and rushing over to his iPod, sitting in its dock. He turned it on and scrolled through the music, looking for a specific piece.

“Aha,” he cheered, pressing play, and impishly scurrying back to where Nick waited for him in the middle of the floor.

The overture started just as Jeff reached him. Jeff's hand slipped into Nicks and his pulse began to race.

“Nicky,” Jeff said, kissing his boyfriend softly on the lips. “May I have this dance?”

Nick blushed, lips still brushing gently over Jeff's as he spoke.

“Jeff,” Nick whispered, “you can have every dance.”

Jeff lifted Nick in his arms and spun him around, setting him back down with another sweet but sound kiss, barely pulling away as they continued to dance, only stopping after the music finished and they had long ceased moving across the floor. They never made it back to bed, curling together on the couch, Nick laying over Jeff's body, while they caught a few more hours of sleep.