Blaine half laughed under his breath. "What's that supposed to mean, Fabray?"
Quinn smirked. "You know exactly what it's supposed to mean." She inched closer to him.
"Uhh..."
"Blaine, you don't think I notice the way you look at me? The way you try so casually to do a double take as I walk by? The way you gaze at me while I sing? I'm surprised no one else has caught on." She explained quietly.
"Listen Q," He started while avoiding eye contact. "You, me and everyone else in that school know that I'm gay. I am not attracted to girls." He slowly moved back on his bed away from her. "And I'm sorry if you took that the wrong way."
She crawled closer and knelt in front of him. She placed her hand on his chin to make sure she was looking at him straight in the eyes. "You're lying to me."
Blaine scoffed and gently pushed her hand away. "Well aren't you a little full of yourself." He pushed himself right up against the headboard of his bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "You know Fabray, not every guy at McKinley is in love with you. I'm sorry for being a nice guy." He started feeling uneasy.
Quinn got up and began pacing up and down the length of his bed. "Okay fine. But explain this one to me, mister..."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "What.."
"That Friday night, you know, right after we won Regionals." She began. Blaine bit his lip and shifted awkwardly. Quinn watched him carefully. "That's right. You know. You nearly blew your cover. And in front of Kurt, of all people too." Blaine looked down and shook his head. "No? Let me remind you then..."
"Stop..." He said quietly.
"You couldn't take your eyes off of me when you saw me in the hallway. I watched as you looked me up and down. Not to mention that comment. Oh, what was it?" She took a seat on his bed right in front of him again. "Hey Fabray, looking good!"
"Stop it." He repeated.
She placed her hand on his thigh softly. "It's okay Blaine. It's not a crime to be attracted to girls. And besides..." She moved her head beside his ear. "...I want you to be." She whispered as he began running her fingertips up and down his leg.
"Except... I'm... I'm not attracted to girls" He stuttered. She was beginning to break him in. His heart start beating faster.
"Alright Blaine..." She moved so she was straddling his knees. She placed her hands on the top of his each of his thighs again, causing him to tremble. "I'm going to make this really easy for you." She leaned down seductively, making her lips only inches from his. Blaine tried his hardest not to glance at her cleavage. "If you don't want me, you look me in the eye right now and tell me to go home."
Blaine broke. He couldn't take it anymore. Without much warning, he pushed a hard kiss onto her lips. He brought up his hand, placed it on the back of her head, pulling her closer. He could feel her smiling through the passionate kiss. Quinn placed one hand on the side of his jaw and ran her fingers through his damp dark curls with her other.
Quinn was completely right. Right about everything she said. Well, almost everything. He really wasn't attracted to girls. Except for Quinn Fabray. From the moment he saw her last year at BreadStix he felt something entirely new. For so long, he always knew he was gay, and proud to be at that. He wouldn't even call himself bisexual. The only time he had any experience with females was the drunken two day stint with Rachel Berry and the handful of girls that would kiss him in grade school. He truly felt nothing towards girls. But it was almost as if Quinn Fabray was the exception. The only exception. He DID look at her differently than any other girl. He DID check her out nearly every time she walked by. He was actually surprised Kurt never noticed. However, he always felt like he was doing something wrong. Ashamed to feel such an attraction to a women. Kind of like the feeling many young closeted gay men feel. And up until this very moment, promised himself he would never let anyone know.
Quinn slid herself up so he was completely straddling his lap. Blaine deepened the kiss with his tongue and explored her mouth. Kissing Quinn was different from kissing Kurt. Her lips were soft and tasted of peaches and strawberry. She was more graceful and definitely knew what she was doing. He moved his hands from her head, down her slender waist where he rested them on her hips. Her light pink, floral patterned sundress felt soft and thin against his hands. He moved his fingers to the bottom of the dress, which was resting on her knees. He began playing with the seam. He managed to break away from the kiss as he leaned his head back against the headboard. They were both breathing heavily.
"Why are you doing this?" He whispered as he moved a piece of blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear.
She dragged her fingertips ever so lightly against his biceps giving him goosebumps all over. "Because maybe I wanted this just as much as you."
Blaine couldn't believe what was happening. "No. You're Quinn Fabray. Head cheerleader. Most popular girl in school. You date football players, popular guys and generally guys much cooler than myself."
"You should know first hand what it's like to want something you can't have, Blaine. Just makes that person all the more desirable, ravishing and sexy. Am I right?"
Yup. She was right again. Quinn was what he couldn't have.
"But it's not all about the chase... Blaine, you have the sexiest voice of all of McKinley High. You're the nicest guy I know. You're so so sooooo good looking..." She paused to place a soft kiss on his lips. "...And you don't even realize it. I've always had a thing for you. And deep down inside, I always knew you felt the same." She glanced down at the growing bulge in his jeans.
Whether gay, straight or bisexual, Blaine was still a teenage boy with raging hormones. He had so many thoughts and feelings running through his mind he couldn't think straight. His heart was beating so fast. Sweat started to bead on his forehead. He was trembling with both excitement and nervousness. His eyes darted to his bedroom door which was still slightly ajar. However, it probably wouldn't be such a bad thing if either of his parents walked by and saw. The thought of Blaine with any girl would make their dreams come true. He really had wanted this for a long time, but in the very back of his mind, he felt guilt. What about Kurt? He was still in love with him. But still very much hurt from what Kurt did to him.
He watched as Quinn bit her bottom lip softly, eying his body. She started tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. Blaine felt her fingers on his lower stomach as then ventured under his shirt. She leaned down again close to his ear and whispered, "What do you think Blaine?" She placed light soft kisses on the top of his ear, working her way down to his jaw line. Blaine closed his eyes and swallowed hard while she sucked on his neck.
"Kurtdidn'tcare. Kurtdidn'tthinktwice. Kurtdidn'tfeelguilty. " He thought to himself in his head."I'msingle. I'mnotevendoinganythingwrong." He tried convincing himself. He felt Quinn's hand rest on top of his crotch as she squeezed ever so gently. "Fuckit."
"Quinn..." He said quietly. She raised her eyebrows at him and smiled. She almost never heard him call her by her name. It was always nicknames. Blaine looked at her enticingly. "Go shut my door."