"I already told you," Chase points out with a slight tilt of his head, his eyes still looking up at the taller man, that sparkle in his eyes. Because maybe he hadn't quite, but he's implied it, said he liked watching him, and really, House had to know why he'd been standing here even before Chase had said anything at all. It was in how Chase watched him, whether he was wearing tights or the loose yoga type pants he generally seemed to prefer.

"I wanted to watch you dance," he clarifies, even though he's sure it's probably not necessary. And that's true, even if it's not the only thing he wants. He wants to dance with him, but Chase can't say that, or wont let himself.

So many male dancers fight against the stereotype the rest of the world has, of being men in toe shoes and tutus, prancing around stage. Chase is smart enough to know that the last thing most male dancers wants to hear about is someone who wants that stereotype. Of course, that doesn't stop him from chasing it, even if he's still trying to figure out the specifics. He'll never make it out of the corps de ballet playing the male roles. There's the fact that he's not comfortable with the more demanding lifts, and then there's the fact that his heart isn't in it.