A/N: This was inspired by melinda08's wonderful story "The Widow" and focuses on a 'sub-plot' within it. In order to make "The Dance" as complete as possible, I have shamelessly "borrowed" quite a bit of material from "The Widow". This is my first attempt in writing a "Breaking Bad" story and as always, all feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading!

Returning the phone to its' base, Flynn White could hardly believe it. He shut his eyes and then opened them again, just to make certain that he wasn't dreaming. But he found that he was still there in his room, which is where he'd been since he'd gotten the phone call from Lindsay. And still, it didn't seem real.

A girl... a real, honest to goodness girl had a crush on him! Never in his existence did he think that anyone would ever like him for more than a friend and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. He couldn't ignore the tiny doubt inside of him, wondering if her sincerity was real or imagined, or if this was a repeat of the past, but he hoped and prayed that it was the former. Lindsay seemed like a nice girl and he really, really liked her but he knew all too well from experience that getting his hopes up too high always led to disappointment.

He was used to kids making fun of him. It was inevitable for people like himself with disabilities to be the constant subject of mockery. It was just a fact of life. And once kids noticed that he wasn't like everyone else, which took all of about thirty seconds, usually happening the moment he grabbed his braces that he used in order to walk…Well, things became ugly really fast.

Some people were even stupid enough to mock him in front of his parents. And they should have known better than to try anything of the sort in front of his father. The last time someone tried to ridicule him in front of Walter White was definitely the last time. Flynn was surprised that the kids could even walk out of the store in one piece, let alone crawl.

The thought made him smile but only for a moment. He knew without a doubt that his father would no longer protect him, and frankly he didn't want or need protecting, nor did he want anything more to do with the man for whom he'd been named. Never again would he be known as Walter Jr. As soon as he turned eighteen, he was going to change his name legally and if his parents objected, then that was just too damn bad.

He may have still been in high school but he was almost a man. And for what it was worth, Walter White Jr. was history. It was time for Flynn to form his own identity. In the past he needed his father more than air and Walter White Sr. would have done anything for him. But that was before…

Although he was grateful to his parents for protecting him, he refused to be treated like a child. Just because he had a disability didn't mean that he was any less of a person. No one seemed to understand that except for Lindsay. At the thought of her, his anger toward his pathetic excuse for a father was replaced by utter disbelief. Lindsay, the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, had asked him to the dance! A real date! Not one of those imagined ones; the kind that he'd had far too many of.

He'd lost count of many times he'd gotten phone calls from one of the popular girls who caught him at his most vulnerable. It was then that he did things that he wouldn't ordinarily do; such as obediently wait in the parking lot after school for a meeting with a cheerleader who had told him how sweet and handsome he was. He'd done this very thing, waiting for hours (and risking punishment from his parents for not being there when his mom went to pick him up from school) for Missy Sherwood to meet him in the parking lot. He'd barely slept the night before, planning what he was going to say, and what he would wear in the hopes of impressing her. It seemed too good to be true. And sadly, it was.

When night fell, he was still there waiting in the parking lot, knowing full well that his parents would be furious at him for staying out so late without their permission. But he couldn't tell them where he was. Finally he managed to find a ride home by calling his Uncle Hank and swearing him to secrecy. If he hadn't insisted that Uncle Hank not mention his humiliation to his parents or to his Aunt Marie, he was certain that Missy Sherwood wouldn't have been able to fulfill her duties as head cheerleader for reasons both physical and psychological.

Even now he shuddered, thinking of the things that his parents and Uncle Hank could have done to that girl. But far worse was the reality that followed; the snickering and scorn of his peers at school the next day… and for days after that… when they learned of what he had done. Apparently plenty of people had seen him waiting in the parking lot for a visitor who would never come. And it made him wish things like Smartphones, and webcams had never been invented.

He'd heard his mom and Aunt Marie complain about how tough things were when they were in high school, but he didn't see how. Back then hardly anyone knew what the Internet was. The idea of a world without access to the Internet was unfathomable to him. How in the world did people function? But now, a world without the Internet seemed awfully inviting. It made it that much harder for people to find out what others were up to, and a lot easier to hurt them.

But he was certain that he didn't have to worry about any of that with Lindsay. She liked him for him and not because he was an easy target. Lindsay actually liked him! With a huge smile on his face, he grabbed his crutches and moved as fast as he could down the hallway en route to the living room. He could hardly wait to tell his mom his wonderful news.