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Greg House ([personal profile] the_house_rules) wrote in [personal profile] scaredywombat 2015-01-02 06:00 am (UTC)

House knew about Chase. He didn't often put much effort into finding out about the new dancers that the company signs on. They're all good, of course. They're all great, that's the point. If he'd wanted to dance somewhere where the dancers weren't good, he wouldn't be here, but Chase was something different. He was younger than the other dancers, the only dancer still in his teens. And he wasn't just great, he was amazing, and that's why House had gone after the recording of his competition in the Youth American Grand Prix, why he'd made himself familiar with Chase. Because it had stuck out that he was younger, and then it had been interesting once he started digging. It had lead him to that discovery that young Chase isn't just the current youngest member of the company, and not just an incredibly gifted dancer, but also that he's really good en pointe. Good enough that House frankly wants to see him dance the female lead, thinks that it's just as likely that he'd be better in the role as it is that it would be deeply frowned on. And as much shit as House is inevitably going to give Chase for it (it is, after all, only a matter of time), he's not as narrow minded as the ballet company and the ballet world at large about gender roles in ballet. Even if he seems, by all accounts, to fully support that narrow view.

Chase is still watching him, and House is staring right back at his reflection in the mirror, their gazes locked in the glass. He feels smug and self-satisfied to see how the young man flushes awkwardly at being caught, both in being in the doorway, and caught ogling. House doesn't help matters any when he raises up and turns in one elegant, fluid motion, coming away from the barre to face Chase directly. He stops and comes back down, heels together. Precise.

"Pervert," he calls him out. And he pulls the towel off from around his neck and wipes the sweat that's still on his forehead from practice, and throws it at Chase, hitting him in the chest with it, and he watches as it falls to the floor at his feet.

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