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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Tina_Cohen-Chang
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Tina_Cohen-Chang, Sam_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content, Dancing, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-24 Words: 2892
****** The Start of Something New ******
by likeasouffle
Summary
     It’s been almost two years since Blaine kissed Rachel and decided
     once and for all that he’s one hundred percent gay, and that label
     was entirely, unquestionably correct until about fifteen minutes ago.
     (There is sex between characters who are about 16-17.)
It’s been almost two years since Blaine kissed Rachel and decided once and for
all that he’s one hundred percent gay, and that label was entirely,
unquestionably correct until about fifteen minutes ago.
He’s not sure what it is about practicing the latest Cheerios routine with Tina
tonight. He’s seen girls in the skimpy red and white uniform before and failed
to be distracted by their legs and hips and asses. He’s had close female
friends, and felt an innocent platonic intimacy with them without wondering if
it meant something more. He’s danced with girls in Glee, spun them around and
held them close, without wanting to kiss their necks or let his hands stray
below the waist.
But somehow the combination of having been single and free to date for a couple
months now, and trying to master this hip-gyration move with his pelvis up
against Tina’s ass, feeling sore-muscled, sweaty and joyful, grooving to the
beat in her basement… Well, it’s got his mind straying to less-than-pure
thoughts.
“Oh my god!” She laughs, exasperated  and juts her butt out against him. “Just
do it on beat with the song, right, then left, then right, and I will too, and
I promise, it’ll look fine. It’s only weird when we try to go opposite
directions.”
“Okay. Okay,” he grips her hips and shifts his weight on his feet, nodding
along with the song. “One, two, three, four -“
They move together for the first couple beats, right, then left, but he’s
thrown off again by the friction against his cock, which has been showing
increasing interest over the past several minutes. It’s legitimately half-hard
by now, pressed in tight between their bodies.
Tina squeaks and goes still for a moment. She slowly turns to look at him,
blushing red. “You know…” Her eyes crinkle as she tries not to grin. “I think
maybe we need to try that again.”
His face goes hot and he clears his throat. He nods mutely as she gets back
into position, pressing back against him with purpose now. He clenches his
teeth and resists the urge to thrust forward. “One, two, three, four -“
This latest attempt is a disaster, he has absolutely no rhythm, and he just
ends up rocking sideways in an awkward full-body slide against her butt, which
feels incredible on his twitching cock but is immediately mortifying. He
stumbles backward to try to get away and regain some dignity. She turns and
grabs his arm - “Hey, no, it’s okay -” and strokes his bicep soothingly. She
still seems more amused than anything.
He tries to laugh it off, shaking his head, and ends up with his face
unexpectedly close to hers. He looks down at her parted lips, and licks his
own, flitting his gaze up to her eyes and back down again. They both hold
still, even the steady thud-thud-thud of the music around them no match for the
thudding of his heart as he inches torturously slowly toward her. This is the
moment that could change everything -
“Kids?”
Blaine blinks and jerks back. Tina’s eyes widen and she calls back up the
stairs. “Yeah, Mom?”
“I’m going to bed now. Don’t stay up too late!”
Tina rolls her eyes. “Okay, goodnight!”
“Goodnight, Mrs. Cohen-Chang!” Blaine listens to the footsteps getting softer,
heading further away from the top of the basement stairs, as his racing heart
gradually gets back under control. He rubs one hand over his face and then up
to smooth his hair, sighing heavily.
Tina laughs. “I’m gonna turn the music off. We’re probably done for the night
anyway.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
She does so, thankfully without mentioning any of what just happened, and they
both get onto the floor to stretch. He bends forward to touch his toes, then
side to side with his arms over his head, then gets up onto his knees and bends
backward to stretch his abs… The entire time he’s stretching, he feels like his
semi-erection is incredibly obvious in his thin uniform pants. There might as
well be a giant arrow with flashing lights pointing directly at it. Meanwhile
Tina lies on her back with one knee up and hugs her leg to her body. “Can you
help me?”
“Sure.” He shuffles over to her, right by her crotch, in the perfect position
to be encircled by her legs, were she to choose to do so. He puts both hands on
her thigh and pushes gently until her knee is pressed against her chest, and
holds it there, feeling her smooth skin and watching her muscles, tense and
tight. She curls up a bit further, raising her ass up off the floor to get a
deeper stretch, and he can’t take his eyes off her red uniform briefs, which
look like panties. He can see the creases in her skin at the top of her thigh,
disappearing under the fabric. Her lady parts are right there.
“Okay. Now the other one.”
He helps her ease her leg to the floor beside him, and for a moment she’s lying
there, knees up, legs spread, right in front of him, as if they’re going to
fuck. Then she raises her other leg and he puts his hands on it to press it
down. He can’t get over how smooth her skin is under his palms.
His mind races with incredibly inappropriate images of closing the distance
between them and grinding against her ass. He could probably come just from
that. Maybe she would masturbate at the same time.
God, what is going on with him? He’s never been with a girl before, but an ass
is an ass, right? It’s a pretty gender neutral part, and hers is particularly
nice and round. So maybe it’s just a matter of being lonely and horny.
He wonders what it would be like to squeeze her breasts. Would they be like any
body part he’s felt before? What if he liked it? It would be so complicated to
redefine his sexuality at this point. He’s probably embarrassingly old for this
kind of confusion. And everyone knows him as gay, he’d have to explain it to
everyone. Would some people think being gay had just been a phase? And what if
he didn’tlike it? He couldn’t just use her as an experiment. That would be so
unfair to her. But she did seem like she wanted to kiss him…
“Okay. That’s good.”
She puts her leg down, bumping her knee against him, and he gets out of her way
so she can lay down flat and do one final stretch on the floor. The flaps of
fabric of her skirt are fanned out on her stomach, and he has to consciously
restrain himself from looking at her crotch. She grunts and arches her back
with her arms over her head. Then she relaxes and says, “Do you want the first
shower?”
He nods. “Sure. Thanks.”
He hurries into the bathroom, turns on the shower, and pauses a moment before
stripping off his uniform. It feels indecent to be naked in Tina’s house while
he’s having such lascivious thoughts, but it’s not like he can go without
showering. Once he’s under the spray, he rinses his hair and rubs liquid soap
all over his body. It feels good to wash away the sweat from practice, and the
water soothingly massages his tired muscles. But his uncooperative cock isn’t
getting any softer.
He thinks about masturbating. Maybe Tina wouldn’t be able to tell. Would the
water block any sounds he might make? He wraps his hand around his cock and
strokes it a couple times. It thickens and the slippery slide of his soapy
fingers feels so good. He shuts his eyes and sighs with pleasure. But would he
be able to finish quickly enough? He imagines himself desperately jerking off,
but too nervous and paranoid to come, and spending so long in the shower that
Tina easily guesses what he’s been doing. He’d never be able to live it down.
In the end he ignores his traitorous dick, now even harder than before and
standing at attention, and finishes his shower.
Afterward he puts just a little gel into his hair (just enough to keep it from
frizzing and poofing up all over the place, but hopefully not enough that it’s
obvious that he’s done it) and puts on his pajamas. He lets Tina into the
bathroom and gets out his phone to text Sam.
To Sam: Help!
To Blaine: Wassup
To Sam: I think maybe Tina wanted to kiss me tonight.
To Blaine: LOL Too bad ur not into girls
Blaine sits crosslegged on the hide-a-bed and tilts his head at his phone. He’s
not surprised that Sam would just assume he’s not interested in Tina, but he’s
still annoyed. Maybe he should say something. He could say “Actually I think I
wanted to kiss her too.” He decides to test the waters first.
To Sam: What should I do?
To Blaine: Let her down easy. She knows ur gay so nbd. Tell her shes awesome
but it won’t work out.
Blaine frowns. He feels silenced by Sam’s certainty. How does he even respond
to that? He hears the water turn off as he sits there contemplating.
To Sam: Thanks Sam.
To Blaine: Np
To Sam: I have to go. Have a good night!
To Blaine: Ttyl
Tina comes out of the bathroom in her pink plaid pajamas and goes around
shutting out lights before joining Blaine on the hide-a-bed. They each get
under the covers on their own side, not touching, and Blaine lies as flat and
still as he can, suddenly hyper-aware of the sound of his breath. He tries to
breathe quietly, which seems to just make it worse.
Tina snorts a chuckle out into the darkness. “Okay, is there some weird tension
happening or is it just me?”
Blaine covers his eyes, even though it’s dark. “Oh god, sorry! It’s not just
you. Everything is weird!”
She cracks up. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
Blaine takes a couple deep breaths, then removes his hand from his eyes. “I
think I might be having a sexual identity crisis.”
“Is this like that time with Rachel?”
“Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know.”
She gropes for his shoulder under the blanket and then shoves him weakly. “Make
up your mind!”
“Tina, this isn’t funny!” He rolls onto his side to face her and finds that he
can see a bit better now. He can’t make out her expression but he can see that
she’s on her side facing him too. “I’m actually really confused right now.
Which I guess is a lot like what happened with Rachel, but that got resolved
really quickly after she kissed me.”
He can hear the smile in her voice when she says: “Then maybe we should kiss.”
He strains his eyes to see whether she’s joking, but he just can’t tell. “I
don’t - That doesn’t seem fair. To you. What if I don’t like it?”
“Then I will have gotten to kiss you.”
“Honestly? You’d be okay with… just a kiss?”
“Honestly. Don’t worry about me.” There’s a hint of a giggle in her voice.
“Just helping you to not be confused anymore is reward enough for me.”
He shuffles a bit, feeling too hot under the covers. “Okay.” He can see the
silhouette of her hair, and he reaches out to touch it, to get a sense of where
her face is. He scoots forward a bit too quickly and bumps his nose against her
cheek before readjusting and kissing her mouth. He can tell that she’s still
grinning and he thinks for a moment that it isn’t going well, but then she
kisses back and her hand is on his chest and her legs are pressed right up
against his and oh god, he’s humiliated but his cock is twitching against her
body and this is exactly what he wanted. He moans out loud and she pulls back
to shush him.
“We have to be quiet.”
He whispers, “Sorry.” He runs his fingers through her hair, which is
delightfully long and silky, and they kiss some more. It feels good, closer to
what being drunk with Rachel had been like than being sober. Tina is
aggressive, just a little bit forceful, and pleasure shoots through him when
she nibbles his lip.
She pushes him onto his back and gets on top. “Okay?”
He nods eagerly. “Yes.” He strains his neck up to kiss her hard as she
straddles him and grinds down against him. It feels so hot between her legs. He
bucks his hips up to meet her thrusts, panting against her open mouth. The
hide-a-bed creaks and creaks with every movement but Blaine doesn’t care, he
just needsmore. He slides one hand down to grip her ass and pull her tighter
against him.
She rocks forward and back, forward and back, and he’s desperate for more,
kissing and kissing her, bucking his hips. The bedframe bangs against the wall
and all at once everything stops. He pants and his lungs heave as they both lie
very quietly and listen.
His cock twitches, straining up against Tina’s crotch. One of his hands is in
Tina’s hair and the other is on her ass, and he doesn’t dare move. He strains
to hear the slightest noise from upstairs.
Tina whispers, “I think it’s safe.” She huffs out a laugh and collapses against
his neck, which - oh! Shouldn’t feel as good as it does. Blaine squirms and
tilts his head to give her better access.
“Kiss my neck?”
She doesn’t just kiss, she sucks it as well, and gently bites the sensitive
place by his collar bone. He jerks his hips.
“Oh, keep going -“
She whispers, “Blaine, I can’t - We have to be quiet…”
“Please don’t stop.”
She keeps going, kissing his neck and grinding down more carefully and slowly
than before. He can feel himself losing control, and he knows if he was on top,
he’d be mindlessly fucking down against her, heedless of the banging the
bedframe would make against the wall. He humps upward and throws his head back,
his breath harsh and uneven in the quiet room.
She switches her movements to small, quick jerks of her hips, gasping and
grunting, and suddenly there’s hot wetness all over Blaine’s cock and stomach
and thighs. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt, and his body surges and spasms as
he comes and comes, holding on to her tight. She keeps going, her voice making
soft high pitched “Nnh, nnh” sounds in her throat as she keeps grinding down.
She collapses on top of him, squirming in the wetness, and they lie there
panting, clutching each other, giggling into each other’s necks. His pajamas
are sticking to him and he feels silly because he just showered, but he feels
so good.
“So…” Tina speaks normally, the whispering somehow less important now. “How did
the experiment go?”
He laughs. “Um. I kind of want to do it again.”
“Because it was inconclusive, or…?”
“Mostly because you made me come my brains out, but we can say it was
inconclusive, sure.”
“Yessss.” She does a little fistpump in the air, and rolls off of him. “Ugh, I
need another shower.”
Blaine pushes the blanket off to keep it from getting damp. “Is it always this
messy?”
“Only when I really really enjoy myself. I can put a towel down.”
“Or we could sleep in your room?”
She laughs happily. “We’ll have to be extremely careful not to let my mom know
anything’s up. The only reason you’re allowed to sleep over here is that you’re
gay.”
“So, you’re thinking about keeping our relationship a secret?”
She goes still and turns to face him. “…You’re thinking about us having a
relationship?”
Blaine sits up. “…Wow.” He reaches out to stroke her hair. “Yeah. I am.”
She bounces in place on the mattress excitedly. “Well, we don’t have to keep it
a secret, but we have a good thing going with the sleepovers, so…”
“Agreed. Let’s tell everyone who’s not likely to tell your mom.”
She grabs her phone and grins. “Sweet. Can I text Sugar?”
“Only if I can text Sam.”
“Deal!”
Blaine shakes his head and sends off a text.
To Sam: So it looks like I’m kind of dating Tina now.
To Blaine: LOL Thats not what I ment when I said let her down easy
To Sam: Yeah, it turns I really like her. A lot.
To Blaine: So much for our first gay guy prez.
To Sam: Sorry about that. :P
To Blaine: I’m happy for you bro. :D
To: Sam: Thanks!
He’s so relieved. He wishes Sam goodnight and wonders how things will go at
school, finding himself feeling hopeful, not anxious. He ponders the
possibilities as he shuts off his phone.
It’s been almost two years since he kissed Rachel and decided once and for all
that he’s one hundred percent gay, but tonight, for the first time since then,
he thinks he might be more like… seventy percent gay. As he kisses Tina once
more and heads to the bathroom to clean up, smiling the whole time, he decides
he is definitely okay with that.
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