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A/N: Just a one shot I thought of. It's super short and isn't to spectacular, but I liked the idea. But hey, reviews are nifty anyway :)

Glinda loved dancing. Ever since she was a child her mother would find her dancing in her room, tapping her feet to a rhythm playing in her head. She had taken dance lessons, of course, but waltzing was never something the blonde girl was keen on doing. No, Glinda enjoyed dancing whichever way her body made her. Whether she was swaying or just bobbing her head along with the beat, she was always moving to the sound of the music.

When the woman entered college, she never thought much about dancing. It was all about boys, make up, and popularity. She'd find her foot tapping occasionally; but she'd never go out and dance.

Then Fiyero entered her life. He came into her lief so smoothly and calmly and they danced together from the moment they met. Even at the Oz Dust Ballroom he danced his way in, getting everyone to smile and move with them. The blonde girl had forgotten how much joy the free movement brought her. Dancing with Fiyero, or even watching Nessa and Boq dance quietly with each other, her heart jumped with joy constantly.

She had fooled Elphaba into coming. Seeing that girl dance alone was a knife into the blonde's heart. Pulling through her fear of judgment she joined the green girl. Swaying together they moved as one. Even if the movements didn't flow to anyone else, everything Glinda did felt completely natural. As though Elphaba was the perfect dance partner in a completely different point of view. They danced the rest of the night away, the rest of the students joining and singing. However, the blonde girl never went back to dancing with Fiyero. She stayed with Elphaba the entire time, as if she couldn't bring herself to leave. Ever since then the two would dance in the dorm room for fun, doing ridiculous things just to make the other laugh. Glinda never realized that someone so wonderful was underneath the cold exterior who Elphaba pretended she was.

And before she knew it, she was gone. Her dance partner, her friend, her love was gone. After months and months of pain and mourning, the blonde finally gathered herself the courage to go out again. She'd go to parties and be around friends freely without pain seeping into her heart.

"Why is Glinda the Good sitting all alone?" A man asked, pointing to the blonde woman in her white dress, sitting by herself on the side.

"She never dances." A woman replied, gazing at the idol as well.

"But why?"

The woman sighed. "No one knows. She says she hates dancing. I guess it's just not her thing."