To say that a lot had changed since that last dance they'd shared was an understatement; in a way, Libby's whole world had changed since then. So it was with a very particular timidity, a soft shyness and a hint of uncertainty, that she went with Kurt onto the dance floor, watching carefully to better follow his lead.

Well, that certainly was not helping with the blushing, although at least Libby managed to keep it from getting additionally worse as they settled into some sort of position together, her hand light as a feather with uncertainty on Kurt's shoulder.

"So do you," she said, and then laughed at little at how that sounded and shook her head. "I mean, you look handsome. But you always do."

And just when she thought she'd reached the capacity for blushing, too, she goes and proved herself completely wrong! But at least she managed to shut her mouth and keep herself from babbling further along that point.

And when Kurt didn't seem to have anything to say in response, Libby felt an uncomfortable swell of worry in her chest, wondering if she'd said the wrong thing, or if she shouldn't have said anything like that at all, and her hand curled nervously against his shoulder. Maybe if she just focused on the dancing instead? She really didn't know what she was doing, really, she was just sort of following along with Kurt, but what if she wasn't doing that right, either? So she was torn, between being able to use that as something to focus on and also feeling like she shouldn't focus on it too much, it was just dancing, it really shouldn't be all that complicated, right?

Should she say something else? But who even knew what she might say next? Maybe she should just focus on the dancing, and the music, and Kurt...and...and breathing, apparently, which she knew should be a pretty automatic function, but for someone reason seemed just a little bit more difficult than usual right now...

And when Kurt leaned in, Libby not only had to contend with the hitch in her breath and her face feelings like it just might as well be burning right off, but now her hear seemed to be beating so fast, she wondered if she should start shifting through her memory of how to treat palpitations before it became too late.

It was a good thing he whispered, too, because Libby didn't think she could manage a voice louder than one herself right now.

"It must be magic," she agreed. "To have brought me to someone so wonderful. But..." she bit her lip a little, curling and uncurling her hand at his shoulder, "in the stories, don't enchantments like this eventually fade away?"

"Maybe," Libby said, before cautiously lifting her eyes to try to look at Kurt; she had meant to catch his own eyes, but couldn't quite get them there. "I guess we'll have to wait and find out."

And in that separate dance their awkward glances seem to be performing within their actual dancing, it was only inevitable that their eyes would actually chance to meet eventually.

So it would be a moment before she could actually remember to respond. Maybe even to blink.

"Kurt..."

When Libby realized that the song had ended, she felt like her stomach had just dropped down straight into her feet, but the fact that another one immediately followed it made it flutter right back up again, almost a little too far, as if into her throat.

"Y-yes, please," she managed to get out, with a nod, and, as that stomach seemed to burst out into her own butterflies, she laughed a little, feeling almost as if she'd snapped out of some sort of trance.

Enchantments, indeed.

"I really like dancing with you, Kurt."