A/N: Ownership: I don't own Glee copyrights. I have tonnes of dvd's, cd's, paraphernalia which includes my Intellectual Property of Imagination.
I'm Australian, we drive on the left side of the road and sit in the right side to drive. I write, what I know. This piece, is a dedication to Walhalla, Victoria. This has all great inspiration from that wonderful cute and adorable town of our lovely island.
I Wanted this to be an independent story, for the moment I'm going to publish here under our great love of Glee. However, as my baby, please substitute the following, and change to the cast mentioned.
Kurt - Scott, played by a very young Richard Gere.
Rachel - Charlotte, played by Makyla Smith.
Sebastian - Jaxon, played by Fabrizio Filippo.
Tina - Claire, played by Scarlett Johansen.
Blaine - Paul, played by Andy Garcia.
~ Read, enjoy ~
~ Travelling the White Line ~
Chapter Two.
Adorable.
That was the first word that came to Tina's mind, two seconds after waking. The first second was claimed by the awareness of Blaine's finger tracing her lips.
She didn't open her eyes, she just thought Adorable! She tried to keep her breathing still, and felt his finger move so gently along the bottom lip and then back along the top. Then he brought it to the middle of her lips and stayed there.
She couldn't help from letting a sigh escape. He lifted and then landed gently on the tip of her nose, she felt his beautiful cool breath glide over her. From the tip of her nose he travelled up and along to her forehead, along her eyebrow and a gentle resting on her temple. He studied her cheekbone and gingerly down her jaw line to her chin. Back to the top of her lips, she was certain he was pursing his lips too. Along the top and back along the bottom one, till he stilled in the middle again.
She couldn't resist from licking her lips, which brought her tongue in to contact with his finger. He softly laughed and she opened her eyes.
She was greeted with his two adorable brown eyes, smiling along with the rest of his face. His smile held the joy and happiness her heart felt, it hadn't been a dream after all.
"Good morning Tina." He softly spoke and gave her a peck on her forehead.
"Good morning Blaine. I…I thought it had been a dream." He hugged her a little smoochily.
He reached for the table behind himself and grabbed some water and chewing gum. Hoisted himself on to an elbow, offered her some and he had some too. She popped the gum in her mouth and watched his neck as he drank from the bottle.
His neck that gulped hungrily for the water, as the water travelled down, her sight followed down to his bare chest, where she couldn't help from reaching out and placing a hand on him. Yes, he is real!
She snuggled in to him, and wanted him to hug her again.
He reached back for another bottle. "Some for you?" She took the bottle, removed her gum and drank as hungrily too. The angle she found herself at, brought her leaning in to his lower half.
Her eyes opened with surprise at what she found was aware there. He politely moved back, flushed a little pink in his cheeks, and waited for her to finish.
She popped the gum back in her mouth and gave him the bottle. He reached for a tissue, came back to her, offering her one. Taking her gum out, putting it in the offered tissue, her heart started to race as she knew round two, of part of their date, was about to begin ….
Blaine looked down the corkscrew valley he was to descend. If it hadn't been for the trees, a fall straight to hell would have been guaranteed. Not that anyone wanted to fall down there.
The car in front of his, revved it's engine and spun it's wheels, lifting dust as it boasted of it's muscle.
Blaine's muscles clenched as he started his baby's engine. He patted her dashboard, "Here we go sweetheart!" Adjusting his glasses, and putting on music, he took a deep breath in, licked his lips, wiped his brow, checked his side mirrors, rear vision, all good.
A solitary raindrop landed on the windscreen, it was less significant as more began to fall from the heavy cloud above. Turning on his wipers, he shivered knowing of how treacherous this road is when dry.
The marshal ran for cover from the torrential rain, the Heaven's were opening their flood gate. Blaine chuckled at how cute she was.
Blaine checked what the cars behind him were doing, would they cancel the race? He hoped not.
The marshal came back out, wearing a drizabone coat with a safety jacket over that. A huge akubra hat, and carried an emergency flash light. She was even cuter now.
She waved to the contestants, the race is about to begin. They all prepared their cars. Eventually they all started revving and purring.
The marshal blew the beginning horn and waved her torch around.
The car in front of Blaine inched forward. Five, four, three, …. and off! It darted forward then down, Blaine saw it's red lights flash and then it turned down to the right. He watched it's front lights travel around and out of sight.
Next was his turn. He shook out any hesitation, and inched his baby to the beginning line. He looked to the marshal for instructions.
She waved her torch, he revved his engine, put the car in gear and alternated pressure with the accelerator. Off he went!
Down the first little straight, brakes, accelerator, gears down, around to the right. His wipers were working overtime as his eyes got used to the tight road in front of him.
The next straight had a left turn, hugging to the wall of cascading mud, his back end slipped out. Then accelerate and the road peetered out and a slow incline, around to the right again. The pressure from the downward angle and tight turns gave him such an adrenaline rush, his stomach complained with a spurt of yuck!
His natural field of vision took him looking right, wishing to God he hadn't, as the drop down the cliff face scared the hell out of him. Thanking God for the rails that only allowed an illusion of security, knowing full well that if he or any other car went through the railing it would be from the love of the trees that would prevent them from succumbing to the depths below.
Then further down and around, left – straight – right – straight – winding – winding, left and right, the more deeper the less the force of the rain was felt. The canopy of trees providing some small reprieve until a bigger opening of space was available.
The car in front had smashed in to a left embankment, Blaine's speed didn't allow him to stop. He got a glance of the driver as he went by, he was banging the steering wheel and yelling profanities in his own language. Blaine had heard him many a time before, to know exactly what he was capable of.
It was a blur of a scene as Blaine needed to keep focus on his own vehicle and course. The other drivers were also gaining on him.
After more slips, turns, wipers working overtime with leaves losing grip of their branches and falling with the rain, the road was widening and narrowing in sections designed for overtaking when used in it's normal day. The music had stopped, the rain drowning it out anyway and Blaine became aware of biting his bottom lip.
There were only a few more turns of the really tight road, he knew the end was coming up. The worst part, the part that always made his blood turn to ice, was the rickety old bridge.
It scared him to the bone. He could never understand why it scared him. Thinking maybe that he'd seen too may horror stories, watched too much of the news.
Finally, the air in the car equaled the pressure of outside, his ears popped. There was sufficient room behind him, so he could breathe as he took on this irrational fear.
The bridge's edges were high, white and looked to be made of a child's toy. Unusually shaped angles of wood, bracing here and there, trying to look solid. The bridge surface to drive on was inviting, appearing solid, no gaps in the horizontal wooden beams.
On either side of the bridge, was the visible drop to the deep gully below. A drop of serenity to admire on a sunny, slow river moving day. A split second memory of a picnic, cuddling Tina and dangling their feet in the babbling brook, was then erased as a lightening bolt broke out just to the left, in front of him.
He jumped and swore, and aimed his baby to between the white lines. The bridge was just wide enough for two cars, side by side. It was a very snug fit at the best of times.
As he entered he gripped the steering wheel and held his breath. No accelerator, no braking, just cruising over the bridge. Aware of the rickety rackety sound, the boom a dudda boom, crackle and the silence of an ecstasy moment! The air, of peaceful … bliss.
He blinked as he and his baby seemed to be floating along the smooth, soft, quiet bridge. He felt his car slowing as they neared the other side. He could see people standing on their balconies, encouraging him to hurry.
There were children, rugged up and in their parent's arms, waving and clapping. All had the protection of the balconies.
As his wheels hit the paved road, his eyes glanced at the others coming through the bridge. One, and two, and three, and four …. All one behind the other, and the rest were braking hard to stop before taking their turn to cross the more than hundred year old bridge, and not venture either side.
Blaine's feet alternated accelerator and clutch and he barreled around to the left to the finish line, where the Mayor was standing holding a black and white flag.
Blaine tooted his horn just after breaking the finish line, the Mayor's flag waving in his left sight.
He calmed his baby down, and brought her to a more somber stop, taking the first position spot. He turned her engine off, the rain stopped and the sun came out brightly, shining down on him. He unclipped and got out.
The weather scene was opposite what he'd just experienced. The ground was wet and the sun light beamed upward, very brightly in it's reflection. The sky had magically cleared of clouds, and turned a bright blue. Kookaburra's were laughing, bell-bird's high piercing calls to one another, a goat could be heard calling her kid.
Looking up the edges of the tight valley that they'd all just come down, he marveled at how the ancestors had made this all possible. This cute little town created, whilst harvesting the gold from her depths.
As the other cars arrived, the noise of chatter and well wishes grew louder.
Blaine looked around, slapping his gloves together, he trudged through the mud to where he thought Tina might be.
Pats on his back, "Well done Blaine!" "Thank you." From nearly every one who could get near enough to him.
The crowd thickened, he started to panic from their proximity. And just as he thought it might be too much, there she was, walking out of the café.
He stopped walking, lifted his chin and ignored everyone. He watched her walk toward him, but she hadn't spotted him as yet.
A little girl fell over in front of her, Tina leaned down to help her up. The little girl's mother ran to her aid. Crossing his arms, leaning back on the side of the building, he watched as the two ladies exchanged pleasantries and were joined by the little girl's smaller brother.
The little boy chased her around the ladies and between them. The mother clapped her hands for them to stop.
Blaine laughed as Tina jumped from the mother's sharp clap.
Then she looked up toward Blaine, smiled so big her teeth took over his vision. She excused herself to the lady, said goodbye quickly to the children and ran to Blaine.
"Hey beautiful!" He said when she was much closer.
"Hey Blaine!" She puffed out, and wrapped her arms around him, as he wrapped his around her. Pulling her in with security and so much love.
They squeezed one another, leaned back and shared a polite passionate kiss.
"So, now that I'm down here with you, what is your wonderful news that you wouldn't share over the phone?" He asked, his eyes already smiling with the answer they both hoped for.
She nuzzled in to his chest and mumbled.
He thought he heard, but didn't want to guess. He leaned in to her ear and whispered, "I didn't quite get that, can you please repeat for me?"
Trying so hard not to cry from joy, after years of trying she could finally say these words again. She looked in to his beautiful face, knowing they'd make beautiful babies when the time was right.
Taking a step back, out of his protective arms, she took his hands and looked at him again, and very carefully said,
"We're pregnant."
Big THANKS to my dearest Marla's Lost. This town and weather, really do exist. And your words mean heaps to me, thank you for your support.
~ To everyone else who enjoyed this, I'm obviously wanting feed back, but it's okay if you don't. ~