A/N: So, I watched Step Up 2 a couple of weeks ago for the first time and became absolutely obsessed with it. The result is this, as well as the three--maybe? There might be more than that--other one-shots I'm posting and the multi-chaptered fic I'm working on. I hope you like it, and leave me a review if you do (or if you don't, I'd like to know either way. Heck, feel free to flame me if you really hate it, but be warned that if you do flame me, I bite back).

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Step Up 2. Actually, while we're playing the wishing game, I also wish that I could dance, that I was a multi-millionaire, and that I was a published author. Where's a genie in a lamp when you need one?

After The Rain Has Broken

Blake Collins sat in the living room and stared into the darkness.

He had thrown on a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt; his hair was still wet and he had a towel slung around his shoulders. And he didn't really notice any of it.

"What happened?"

"How could you allow this to happen?"

"We are so disappointed in you, Blake. We trusted you with this."

It was amazing how, at twenty-eight, his parents' criticism still cut him to the bone.

The front door cracked open and he heard someone slip in.


There was the creak of footsteps on the hardwood floor and a figure appeared in the entrance to the living room. "Blake, what are you doing?" Chase sounded slightly breathless and completely alive. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"I was thinking."

Chase flipped the light switch on the wall and light filled the room. The blonde raised his eyebrows. "You were waiting for me to get home, weren't you?"

Blake gave him a tiny grin. "It had crossed my mind."

His little brother flopped into a chair across from him, his legs over one of the arms. "Why are you waiting up for me?"

He shrugged. "I wanted to talk."

"At three o'clock in the morning, Blake? Seriously?"

He shrugged again, feeling more than a bit helpless. His brother sat up and looked at him.

"What's wrong?"


"Did you get in trouble?"

"I said nothing, Chase."

"You did, didn't you? Mom and Dad gave you hell, didn't they?"

Blake scowled. "As a matter of fact, they did, but it's fine."

For a moment Chase was silent. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For getting you in trouble."

"I'm not."

"Not what?" Chase said, staring at his brother with his head tilted to the side.

"I'm not sorry." Blake leaned forwards. "And you shouldn't be either. Chase, that was amazing. What you did, what all of you did, was amazing. I'm sorry that you had to go underground to do it, and I'm sorry that I was such an ass that I forced you underground." He shook his head. "Chase, I'm proud of you."

Chase blinked.

It was amazing, how even after ten years, a brother's praise could make the world a little brighter.