** This isn't exactly related to the oneshot, but it gave me inspiration. I listened to this song a lot when I was younger, so it's dear to me. Okay, on with the fanfic!!**

Kanaya's POV

"Alrighty gils and bouys, break time!" I heard Feferi say. I smile at her and relax my previous position. The children began talking with each other, a few still having energy to run around and laugh. I sit on a bench nearby and rest my eyes on someone. Y/n L/n, one of the best dancers of the studio. I was planning to partake in a duo for a recital that's coming up. She began walking up to me when someone joined her, kissing her forehead. I glare slightly and hide my face a little so neither of them could see it. "Hey, Kanaya!" She said happily. I looked up to see Y/n smiling slightly. "How are you?" I blush a little and say in a soft voice, "I Am Doing Well, How About You?" She grinned and the boy next to her smiled. I felt my eyes glaze over. "I'm doing well. Hey, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" I looked at her shining e/c eyes, which had a pleading look. "Sure." "Great, I was thinking since a duo is coming up, what if bf/n were my partner?" I froze.

Wait, what? I look at her confused. "Well, I was thinking if I wanted to do a duo for the recital, I'd like my boyfriend to do it with me," She explains. I smile weakly and look at the boy. He obviously felt smug about this. I guess I make it obvious that I love her. He wrapped his arm around her and leaned in for a kiss. She moved her face and looked at him in a confused look, kind of "Why now?". My question too. "Please think about it at least, I know you've been practicing that piece, maybe you can help him?" She pleaded. I sigh and nodded my head. "I Will Think About It." She cheered and hugged me. I blush profusely and pat her on the back slightly. "Thanks Kanaya!" She walked off with the boy, him looking a little pouty. How will I be able to even do this?

"Hey, Kanaya, did you think about it?" It's been a few days, and each time Y/n goes near me, I try to find a way to get away from her. I can't teach him, he'll get to dance with her, and they will stay together longer. I can't believe how jealous I am. I hate this feeling. "Yes." I reply in a low voice. "What do you think about it?" I bite my lip and say, "I-I Do Not Believe I Am Capable Of Teaching Him." I cross my arms. "Or do you just not want to do it?" The boy said, amused. He popped again and I jumped a little. He smirked and I was ready to turn the lipstick in the blink of an eye. "If she didn't want to do it, she would say it outright," Y/n scolds. He rolls his eyes. "She's lying though." He pointed at me and I scoot further from him, wrinkling my nose in disgust. "She has the hots for you." I freeze. I felt my eyes widen and I look at Y/n. She stands, shocked, and looks at me with blush covering her cheeks. I instantly grow angry. "How Dare You, You-You-You Son Of A Bitch!" I slap him right across the face at turn to Y/n, who looked even more shocked. "I Will Never Teach Him How To Dance With You. Find A Partner Who's Not A Slimy Wriggler," I sneered, turning away. I hate being like this, but that boy, that idiotic, rude, smug, nasty boy had crossed the final boundary. I storm off to the studio, with Y/n talking and calming the whimpering boy. Pathetic.

The recital was tomorrow and Y/n hasn't found a partner yet. I chose to partake in another dance, with Feferi, and ignore her as much as possible. I know, I am a horrible person, but I refuse to be near her and her matesprit. "Please Kanaya, I never knew of the feelings for me," She pleaded. "I just want to dance with him." She is still with him. "No." I say coldly and turn away. Feferi and I practice together. Y/n practices alone.

I put on the costume, a light airy thing that I have designed. It was a see-through jade thing, so that you could easily see the black leotard. I put on black leggings and white slippers. I had already put on the black lipstick and mascara while Feferi put on a similar outfit for the duo, except I had made it with fuchsia fabric. Y/n, unfortunately, looked stunning in a dark version of f/c leotard, her tights white and her slippers black. I couldn't take my eyes off her, until we got called up. The music starts, and Feferi and I enter the stage. 

I pant slightly and I felt tired as I bowed to the clapping crowd. In three acts it was Y/n's turn. I walked into the dressing room and Y/n was in a panicky state. It hurt, but it was the boy's choice to spill my secret. It was her choice to continue with the thought of me, the troll who has a flush crush on her, would teach her matesprit. The acts kept getting called. Y/n was getting worse. I can't see her like this.

I put on a dark jade leotard, white tights, and black slippers. I force myself to become a light. I open the dressing room doors to see Y/n on the verge of tears. She was turned to a mirror, trying to focus on getting on make up. I put my hand on her shoulder and she jumps. When she turns around, I hod out my hand. "Hurry Up." She hesitantly took my hand and I whisk her over to the stage. The curtains close. We set up, and the curtains open. We dance.

"All I Wanted Was To Dance With You," I whisper to her. She was doing each move perfectly. Damn her for being so flawless in my eyes. 

"But I broke that," She whispered back, when I dipped her down with one hand.

"And Yet, Here We Are."

We end with our toes being pressed on the floor and held in each other's arms. The crowd claps uproariously, and in the crowd I could see her matesprit. Once the curtains close I let go of her and race to the dressing room. I change into a simple outfit consisting of a heather fabric shit and leggings, and race out before I could even say a word to Y/n. "Y/n!" I heard the boy call out. She came out right after me, still dazed from being on the stage. "Bf/n." "You looked amazing out there." He pulls her into a kiss and I stare pointedly in front of me. "Kanaya!" She called. I look over to see his arm wrapped around her waist again. "I loved dancing with you," She said softly. I throw her a weak smile before hopping into my car. 

Why must it always seem that right when I'm on the tip of my toes to be able to have her, that she makes me fall?

**I know she was a little OOC there, but we always read the soft Kanaya. We need the bitchin' Kanaya who is a cold-hearted person, because that girl has it in her! Also because I am not thinking straight (Cuz I pan ((Shut up me))) because I just chugged a bottle of fizzy Martinelli's Apple Cider hOLY fUCK.... Love y'all, I'll write soon!!!**