A/N: So with the help of ringaroundtherollins, I have become an avid Sinlisto (Sin Cara x Kalisto) shipper. Therefore, I had to write this. I don't know much about ballroom dancing and don't speak a lot of spanish, so bear with me on this, at the very least it'll be super fluffy. I left myself open to a possible sequel or even multichapter depending on reader respose.

"Listo, come on this is gonna be great!" Jojo squealed dragging Kalisto down the sidewalk towards a dance studio. Jojo had been bugging Kalisto to take ballroom dance classes with her for the past month and a half. He finally broke down when Jojo broke out the crocodile tears, which he hadn't realized were fake at the time. Sighing, Kalisto sped up his walk so Jojo was no longer dragging him.

"I can walk you know," Kalisto said coming up on Jojo's left, "you don't have to drag me everywhere."

"I know," Jojo replied with a smartass grin, "I just like dragging you places." Sticking her tounge out, Jojo broke out into a light run, once again dragging Kalisto closer to the studio. Holding back a groan, Kalisto started running. He wasn't looking forward to ballroom dancing, he'd much rather be at the rec center, diving. He loved the sensation of diving, flying through the air, the gracefulness of it. With both feet on the floor, he was significantly less graceful. He wasn't clumsy, in any sense of the word, but he just did not have the rhythm for dancing.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Jojo squealed jumping up and down in front of Step by Step Dance Studio. The building looked nice enough, plain dark brick and few large windows made up the studio's front wall. It was a newer studio, according to Jojo's ramblings, but had great reviews from previous students. Apparently the two main instructors were men, named Sin Cara and Fandango, both of which were huge hits with the women students and even some of the men. Despite the ravings about their looks, there was just as much, if not more, raving about how talented they were on the dance floor. Fandango was apparently a master of the tango and other sensual dances, while Sin Cara was more of a jack of all trades.

"If you say so," Kalisto sighed opening the door for Jojo to enter.

"Oh, such a gentleman, 'Listo" Jojo cooed walking through the opened door, "Why hasn't a good woman snatched you up?" Well there's a good reason for that, Kalisto thought a bit sarcastically. Despite being friends for a while, Jojo regularly attended the gym Kalisto worked at, he still hadn't informed her of his sexual preference, one that decidedly did not include women. Not that he was afraid to tell her, rather the opposite, he felt like nine times out of ten she knew exactly what he went for, almost like she knew when he was checking out a guy or thinking something particularly dirty. There for there wasn't a reason to say anything.

"I think you know why," Kalisto teased the short woman.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they have a V where you'd prefer a P," she teased right back, giggling at Kalisto's slightly shocked expression, "not my fault you don't hide your lingering gazes well enough."

"Don't know why I'm so shocked," Kalisto said rubbing his masked face, "I always felt like you could see straight through me when it came to relationships."

"As much as I'd love to continue this exciting conversation 'Listo, I wanna get dancing," Jojo exclaimed pulling Kalisto father into the studio. The inside of the studio was just as nice as the outside. Off to the side from the main entrance was the main room. One wall was a row of windows, allowing for tons of natural light, the opposite wall was made up of mirrors and balance bars for other types of dance. There weren't many people in the main room, only five other people had decided to attend the beginners class apparently. Two couples and a single man, and considering the way Jojo was eying him, Kalisto would soon be without a partner. Shit, Kalisto thought to himself, I didn't sign up to be partnerless. It didn't take Jojo long to go over and start talking to the mystery man.

It's not like Kalisto would ever voice his displeasure to Jojo, it wasn't a huge deal, despite her wanting him to take the lessons with her. Heck maybe it was his saving grace and he'd get to sit out of the lessons. "Hey 'Listo! Come over here!" Jojo called.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Kalisto made his way over to Jojo and her mystery man with his shoulders slumped. Jojo looked even shorter compared to the nameless man than she did compared to Kalisto, not that it was hard, she was only five foot two and Kalisto was only four inches taller at five foot six. This man had to have at least another four inches on him. "This is PJ, he offered to be my partner for today's lesson," Jojo explained, "that is if you don't mind." Kalisto couldn't say no to the look on her face, it was damn near pleading with him to be ok with it.

"Claro que si, of course girl," Kalisto said waving away any of her doubts, "hey maybe I'll get to sit out on the lessons and just be moral support." He nudged Jojo, reinforcing his joking tone. Jojo laughed and gave him a little shove, "oh no no no, you're not getting out of dancing this easily. Besides I don't know what your deal is with dancing anyway, you're so graceful."

"Ha! That's what you think, outside the water I have two left feet," he replied pretending to trip over his own feet to prove his point. PJ and Jojo both laughed at Kalisto's good hearted self-teasing. "You're not that bad, I know that much at least." Jojo countered just as the instructors came into the room.

One immediately stood out to Kalisto for one simple reason, he was wearing a mask. People always gave Kalisto weird looks for wearing a luchador mask despite the fact that he wasn't a wrestler. It was just how he was raised, he respected the culture behind the luchador mask. It was rare that he ever saw anyone else wearing a mask, and he never expected to meet one in a dance studio.

"Hello class," the unmasked instructor announced with a wide sweep of his arms, "my name is Fandango, and this is my partner Sin Cara, and we will be your instructors for the next few weeks." Kalisto could already tell that Fandango was the more energetic and dramatic of the two instructors, Sin Cara had yet to say a word, standing slightly behind Fandango observing the class. Sin Cara's mask left everything to the imagination, as it covered his entire face, but Kalisto couldn't help but feel drawn to the masked man.

"This is so exciting," Jojo whispered holding onto PJ's arm. Looking Kalisto's way, she gave him a wide smile and a thumbs up. Lightly chuckling, Kalisto gave her a thumbs up back, shushing her afterwards and motioning to pay attention.

"Know who doesn't have a partner?" Fandango questioned, eyes scanning the small crowd. Kalisto moved slightly behind PJ out of the instructor's view. "My friend doesn't have a partner," Jojo said grabbing Kalisto's arm and yanking him out from behind PJ. She ignored what must have been Kalisto cursing in Spanish as Fandango scanned over the friends.

"Ah, well I'm sure, Sin Cara here wouldn't mind pairing with the young man for today's lesson," motioning to Sin Cara to come forward. The masked man walked forward and inclined his head in Kalisto's direction before standing slightly in between Kalisto and Fandango forming a slight U shape. "Now let's start simple, waltz position." Kalisto was slightly uncomfortable, he had never danced before and wasn't sure how things went.

"Toma mi mano." Sin Cara said turning to face Kalisto. He was slightly shocked but quickly took Sin Cara's hand as instructed. Sin Cara shifted Kalisto's hand on top while pulling him closer and putting his hand lightly on Kalisto's waist. "I lead, you follow," came a quiet instruction in his Spanish accented voice, "como te llamos?"

Kalisto blushed lightly, "Mi llamo es Kalisto." He wasn't sure why he replied back in Spanish, it just came so naturally. He hadn't spoken much Spanish in an actual conversation in a while, Jojo didn't speak any and his job didn't require the use of a second language. Never the less, Sin Cara's mask shifted upwards and Kalisto could only imagine he was smiling underneath.

"Kalisto, it's a lovely name," Kalisto loved the way his name sounded coming from Sin Cara, "but do you mind if I call you Kali?" Usually Kalisto absolutely HATED the nickname Kali. Old friends had tried and failed to start calling him that. He always though it sounded like when people called California, Cali, not that he had anything against California, he just hated the similarity. However, coming from Sin Cara, he couldn't bring himself to say no, so he nodded and he felt as if his fate was sealed.

Kalisto hadn't realized, but while they had been talking, Sin Cara had been leading him through a simple box step. Unfortunately for Kalisto, the moment he looked down, he broke the fluid pattern and began stumbling over his own feet. His head hunched down as his face flared a bright red, thank goodness he had his mask. He managed to mess up a simple box step, he couldn't believe it. Sin Cara looked at his student and felt bad for him. "You think too much," he said using his index finger to raise Kalisto's face to look into his eyes, "dancing is about feeling not thinking, you were doing fine until you thought about it."

Despite his embarrassment, Kalisto's natural upbeatness and Sin Cara's kind words brought a smile to his face. Sure he hadn't wanted to take lessons, but dammit Kalisto was going to put his all into them, it was just in his nature. Sin Cara could tell that Kalisto probably didn't want to be at the dance studio, but was working just as hard as the others anyway, and he was impressed at the devotion and drive to improve. If this was how Kalisto acted during and after one lesson, he couldn't wait to work with him further.

Before they both knew it, the day's lesson had ended. Kalisto was still struggling, but he was thinking less and acting more. "If you ever want extra lessons, just let me know," Sin Cara whispered to Kalisto as they separated from their waltz position. For what seemed like the fifth time, Kalisto blushed and nodded happily. Any chance to spend more time with Sin Cara he would take, even if it meant taking more dance lessons.

Jojo noticed the goofy smile on Kalisto's face as they exited the dance studio and walked back to their car, "Wanna tell me what has you so smile-y or do I have to guess? Although it probably wouldn't take me many." Kalisto was used to Jojo's teasing by now, so he just shot her a 'now why would I tell you' look and sped up walking, calling back, "I could ask you the same question."

"Oh, come on, don't tease, this is the first time in a long time that I've seen you with a smile like that on your face," she huffed and puffed, running to catch up to the taller man.

"I just had a good time at the lesson, besides what about you and PJ," he countered, "you both seemed pretty cozy together."

"We'll talk about PJ and I later, right now we're focusing on you," Jojo smirked, "I don't think you liked the lesson, I think you preferred a certain instructor more than anything." Jojo couldn't help but laugh, ducking out of the way of Kalisto's arms and running back to the car. Kalisto followed, determined to catch his best friend. However, their conversation was far from over, not by a long shot.