Kurt stood up and picked his plate up with him.

"Done already?" Burt asked his son, "You barely touched anything."

"Im not that hungry." Untrue, "But I did eat two helpings of my beans."

Carole raised her eyebrows in shock, "Thats it?" She asked.

"And a bite of my chicken."

"No. Sit down and eat." Burt ordered. Kurt did as he was told and sat back down. He looked at his father, step-mother, and step-brother Finn, "Eat."

"But I really cant eat any more!" Kurt whined. He could though. He could eat tons more.

"No, son. Eat. I know you can. Im not asking much from you. Please finish the chicken on your plate. Then you may be excused." Burt then instructed his son.

Kurt gave his father a glowering stare before reluctantly yet appeasing bite into the chicken.

Carole watched as her step-son noticeable held-back moan of satisfaction. She observed the hunger in his eyes and continued to watch him sullenly. She knew straight away that something was wrong with Kurt.

Day 3:

"May you show me what you have taught young Blaine here?" Madame Arthur asked Kurt as she approached the boys right after calling a break for her, what was today, adult class.

"Im not quite certain were ready yet?" Kurt stated in more of a question of uncertainty as he looked over at Blaine who was now heading toward his bag for a quick drink of water.

"How so?" Madame Arthur questioned the boy.

"Hes still rusty." Kurt replied.

"You were once rusty but that didnt stop me from observing your talents."

"Theres one thing you said there that Blaine and I are different at. I. Have. Talent." Kurt retorted in a low whisper so Blaine couldnt hear. He was beginning to get angry at his teacher for not understanding that Blaine isnt ready, "Hes a Hell of a lot harder to teach than I was for that simple fact."

"Everyone has talent." Madame Arthur told Kurt calmly. Blaine began walking back to the two, "Everyone must learn the talent. The difference between you and Blaine is that you were born with the art of dance in your bones. Now, let me see the dance."

Kurt let out a quiet sighed and turned to Blaine who was now standing next to him, "All right, Anderson. Lets show her what you know."

"Nuh uh." Madame Arthur shook her head displeasingly at Kurt.

Kurt sighed, "All right, Monsieur Anderson. Let us show Madame Arthur what you have learned."

Blaine nodded and readied himself into a starting plié and bowed his head. He brought his arms up to first position. Madame Arthur nodded her approval, "Kurt Ive noticed you toying with your Ipod during practice. I assume thats what youve been using for music." Both boys nodded, Blaines head still

"I have put the song on my Ipod so I can practice at home." Kurt informed her.

"Very nice, jeune prodige. Good to see you practicing on your own time."

"Im no jeune prodige anymore, Madame Arthur." Kurt said, "Im just a prodige."

Madame Arthur gave Kurt her wrinkled smile then looked over at Blaine who is still standing in the opening position. Kurt turned on his Ipod and scrolled to the song they were performing to. He pressed play and Blaine began.

In...

Out...

Look up...

Unbend...

Wilted hands...

Right foot in...

Arms into fourth position...

The easy stuff Blaine remembered from day one. He brought his arms back out into the previous position then brought them back down at his sides. He then went back down into plié then up into a relevé. He jumped then landed back into a plié to finish off his sauté. He stumbled through his three chassés to the right and thats where Madame Arthur stopped him. Kurt cut-off the music.

"Hes going to need more work. Work him hard, Kurt." Kurt nodded, unsure what to say before Madame Arthur turned and left.

Thats when Blaine asked, "What does Madame Arthur mean by jeune prodige?"

"Its French for young prodigy or you can just say prodigy since most prodigies are young as is." Kurt replied.

"Prodigy?" Blaine questioned Kurt. He had no idea Kurt was a prodigy. No wonder he was so good at dancing.

"Yes, prodigy. Ive been dancing since I could walk."

"You were born to dance?"

"No. Nobody is born to do anything. We all learn how to do everything. Walk, talk, dance..." Blaine looked at the boy quizzically. He couldnt quite understand what Kurt was talking about. Werent prodigies supposed be born with this talent? Kurt sighed. Blaine just doesnt understand. Nobody does, "Ive been dancing since I was eighteen months. Although, I dont know how good of a dancer I was by simply bending my knees up and down to the beat of the music?" Kurt giggled, Blaine smiled. Hes only heard Kurt laugh twice and he already fell in love with Kurts laugh.

"Most kids that age do start dancing." Blaine pointed out.

"Im not done yet. By the age of two I was able to utter the word dance." Another adorable giggle. This one made Blaines heart skip, "Age three, my mother enrolled in Madame Arthurs dance classes. Back then, it was just for kids ages three to ten. I was the reason she has these older classes she does now. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay and keep on working and excel at my improving dancing abilities until I got to where I am today. Even now I dont want to leave. I love Madame Arthur, shes basically become family to me. Shes like my mother..." Kurt trailed off.

"Wow." That was all Blaine could say.

"Yeah..." Kurt deadpanned, "Anyways, work. No talk just work." And just like that, Kurts dancing history was washed away from the conversation. Like it was never even brought up