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, this has all great inspiration from our lovely island. This chapter is based on Arthur's Seat and the Maize Maze, up there.
I Want 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.
Tina - Claire, played by Scarlett Johansen. ~ Blaine - Paul, played by Andy Garcia.
Every story needs some original characters, *Harley - played by Ashton Kutcher. *Charlie - played by a very young Kevin Kline. ~ Rachel - Charlotte, played by Makyla Smith.
Sebastian - Jaxon, played by Fabrizio Filippo. ~ *Isabelle – played by Rachelle Lefevre.
~ Read, enjoy ~
~ Travelling the White Line ~
Chapter Six.
Hope, faith and love.
Three words defining Tina and Blaine's relationship.
They're on a chair lift, that is climbing up the gentle inclining mountain side. The sun is bright and just comfortable, the breeze very gentle, the temperature a comfortable 22oC.
They've enjoyed a lovely morning of sight-seeing around the Mornington Peninsula, and now they're on their way to a picnic lunch at the Maize Maze, at the top of this ride after the massively HUGE Giant's chair.
Tina clings to the centre pole of the chair lift, her eyes are shut tight, her head leaning in to Blaine's chest and she's taking controlled breaths.
Blaine's arms are wrapped around her, one hand holding her shoulder the other rubbing careful little circles and taps of comfort. He places loving kisses on her forehead and wherever else he can reach. He's speaking soothing words of reassurance that the chair lift will not stop while people are in amidst the ride, where they are at least twenty feet above the ground.
The chair lift is travelling amongst the canopy of the trees, occasionally there are breaks where cherry-pickers can be placed to retrieve stranded travellers, should the chair lift actually break down.
Looking behind them, Blaine can see over the bay of Port Phillip. The beach and water looking so wonderfully inviting. The left, along the beach, blends to the opening of the heads, to the right takes his sight to the main city of Melbourne, so far in the distance that it seems to be only a finger's height. However, he knows those city buildings are quite tall, especially the Eureka Tower.
The sun shine is reflecting brightly off the water, and Blaine's thankful for his sunglasses today. Two other sightsee-ers behind him, smiling wide and waving carefully to him, smiling he waves back to them.
Turning back around to face where they're going, he smiles and nods to people going the other direction, down to where they've just come up from.
The chair lift jolts and Tina gives a little scream of fear. "It's okay Tina, we're nearly at the top." Blaine soothes.
Burrowing in to him, she breathes more steadily than when she first climbed on board this stupid ride. "When we get to the top, you'll be able to see how truly brave you've been." He manages to finish speaking and his own breath is held with a fright coursing through his being, as their chair momentarily hovers over a road and moving cars, wayyyyy below them.
They're soooo high up, but so close that he imagines he can read the headlines of the newspaper, that sits alongside the driver in the red sports car.
He squeezes Tina tighter, starts to control his own breathing to a more steadier rate. If Tina should be aware of his own fear and fright, that just might make her anxiety worse. And now, after years of trying for a baby, the fright mightn't be good for any of them.
"Nearly there baby!" He soothes once more, seeing that as they're moving, they're getting closer than what they were before he spoke, so it must be true.
"Blaine?" Tina manages to speak out.
"Yes Tina?"
"I love you even more right now."
And at this excellent show of affection he plays his I can't hear you card. He leans in to her ear and whispers, "What was that sweetie?"
She pries herself from him, looks up at his gorgeous brown eyes, she smiles at his playfulness, "You heard me. I love you even more right now."
Finally she has surfaced and joined him in experiencing this chair lift ride, from outside of his deep embrace.
Eyes locked, a moment of time so short, as he leans in to kiss her forehead, the romance is cut and lost, as the chair lift jolts to a stoP! She closes her eyes tight, and just leans in to him once more. Taking a deep breath in, enjoying the scent of him mixed with deodorant and fabric products, she then breathes out as if to blow candles and starts to hum, allowing the tune to take her mind somewhere else.
He holds her steady, hums the tune with her and looks to see how high up they are, about six foot but the drop down is to a messy scrub mix of plants and native flowers. A kangaroo jumps along on the outside of the perimeter fence, she stops and looks up to Blaine.
"Tina, I can see a kangaroo." She peeks out, "Where?" He nods to the left and she looks with him. "Oh she's beautiful Blaine."
"Wwoww!" they quietly say together. Her long grey tail thickens as it gets closer to her body. Her two huge back feet, ready to bound away and the claws sharp enough to attack a predator if need be.
A joey pops its head out from his mother's pouch and looks at them. Tina and Blaine watch with amazement and forget all about the chair lift sitting still for however long.
Mama roo and her joey look around where they are, look up to Tina and Blaine again and then Mama roo jumps away to the denser scrub and away to their life from suburbia.
The chair lift jolts back to life, Blaine and Tina look forward to where they'll be soon getting off from the chair lift.
Looking around her, Tina remarks, "This is pretty groovy actually, isn't it Blaine?"
Relaxing back, for the last section of the ride, "It sure is Tina. Very, very groovy sweetie."
Once they're off the chairlift, they grab their bearings and follow other sight see-ers to the café. Inside they walk over to the window overlooking the travel of the chair lift, up the mountain side. Overlooking down the side of the mountain and out over Port Phillip Bay, to the left toward the opening mouth of the bay and to the city far to the right.
"Are you proud of yourself?" Nodding her head, she doesn't answer straight away.
The city, looking so very tiny. The bay looking so massively wide and deep, and brilliant with the sun glistening on it's now gentle blue surface. Yachts of varying sizes are sailing gently, a well positioned marker has a heavy trading boat anchored, waiting for its turn to port.
Seagulls can be seen swarmed around where schools of fish gather. Dolphins and seals are present, but not visible from this distance. Later tonight, when they'll take the ferry to cross the bay, they'll be sure to see them, then.
Blaine has an arm around Tina, "See how high we are? I'm really pleased we took this diversion." She snuggles in, resting her little bump in to his side. "I'm really happy too."
She lifts a foot backward, reaches up and kisses his cheek. "Oh Tina!" He leans down and kisses her lips delicately, and just smoochily enough not to be considered inappropriate.
Behind them, orders of food and beverages can be heard. They turn and make their way to join new friends.
Cheese, tomato and ham toasted sandwiches, with a hot chocolate and splash of cinnamon, is ordered for Blaine. Tina chooses the same, but with a bottle of tomato sauce and mustard.
When the order comes, she drowns her sandwich with the sauces, adds some pepper to the drink, smiles at Blaine, winks and eats as politely as her pregnant body will allow.
He doesn't giggle, he's too much of a gentleman to do that. But he does raise his eyebrows with merriment and smiles, while trying not to mess up his own eating pattern. Careful bites, chewing and drinking, wiping with his napkin and rubbing her lower leg, under the table with a shoe removed, socked up foot.
The pressure on her calf is soothing, and she presses in to him. God knows how her body is changing so much, so many different aches and cravings. All good signs that this pregnancy is progressing along.
She's finished in record time before him, and she picks up the crusts he's left behind. Nibbling them, she ignores his smiles by looking around the room, at everyone else, but him.
However, she brings her eyes back to him when he covers her hand with his. "Would you like anything else to eat or drink, or ….?"
"No, I'm good. We can go when you're ready."
Said in typical Blaine Devon Anderson whispering as close to talking. "Okay then."
They make their way out of the café and to the awaiting tourist bus, that will take them up to the Enchanted Maze. The bus is new and very comfortable, seat belts now a must, and they take the first two seats, behind the driver.
Other passengers take their seats, the driver gets in, does a head count and adds scenic comments about the Geelong Football Team and other humorous comments to relax his travellers.
"Oh, we missed the chair Blaine!" Tina exclaims as the bus drives passed it. "We'll come back this way then." He reassures her.
The Chair, a huge giant chair, big enough for two human adults. Big enough to imagine a giant resided nearby. Children appear like tinier specks sitting and having their photos taken, by Mum or Dad or a Carer.
The bus makes its way through the roundabout and left down a tree lined road. The trees are tall, close to the roads edge and gather up above touching, making the road look dark and menacing, if they (Blaine and Tina) were in a thriller story.
They look the stereotypical couple in love, all sweet mooshie love. Dripping with love hearts from the edges of their elbows, earlobes, chins and Eskimo kissing noses. Other tourists smile sweetly, affected by their oozing yumminess and contagious lovey-dovey-dove air.
A peck on the cheek, a hand gently removing dropped hairs and tidying of behind the other's ear. Humms from the pit of his stomach, up and through to his finger tips and simultaneous squashy hugs of her and snuggling in to under her chin.
"I love you Tina!" She rearranges their arms so that she's the one hugging him tighter and for all the world to see. "Oh Blainey dayz, I love you too!"
The driver looks in his mirror, at the couple, having felt a surge of heat punch his back. Certain that someone had actually hit him, he sees nothing but a mooshie couple and cheesy smiling passengers.
Eyes back on their destination, he slows significantly as a Mama roo is spotted up a little ahead, on the right. She's thinking of crossing his path, he slows more and stops. The bus load of visitors scramble for a better view, some with their cameras and some just looking with tears and amazement.
As Mama roo crosses the road, the driver thinks of buying his dearest some flowers, on his way home from work. He thinks of the best location to purchase from and whether he'll risk buying some liqueur too.
Soon enough Mama roo and her joey have bounded to safety, and they drive on just a little bit more. Eventually the bus pulls in to the left, to a very large sunlit bright car park. Once stopped the passengers alight.
Blaine waits for everyone else to get off before he and Tina move too.
A few steps from the bus, "Excuse me, you dropped this." Tina turns around to see a lady handing her anklet to Blaine.
He takes it, "Thank you." With a puzzled look on his face, he turns to Tina, "Um look what I apparently dropped." He hands it to her.
As her hand feels its gentle weight cool against her palm, her mind takes her back to when she last remembers seeing it, a few weeks ago. "I thought I'd lost it."
Underneath.
Blaine stands in front of the mirror, that he has to share with everyone else. Behind him are all the other men of ballroom dancers. All equally confident but also nervous in their core. Underneath heavy clothing, make up and false looks, Blaine feels like a newbie. He shudders the feeling away and winks to himself and says, "You've got this in the bag, Blaine Devon Anderson."
He tightens up his bow tie, adjusts his lapels, stands and straightens his tails. Lifting his chin, turning it left and right, he checks his hair line is perfect.
His ears hear a fading voice. "Are you nervous?"
Adjusting his pants legs, he looks down and checks the shine of his shoes. Lifting one up to the fixed chair, he grabs the shoe shine brush and makes this one shinier, swaps feet and polishes that one too.
His fellow dancers are all preening themselves too, alternately sharing mirrors and fixing one another's number badges.
"I'm never saying goodbye to you!" Blaine's eyes close with this memory and an inevitable piece of sadness washes over his heart.
When he finally regains his breath to sigh, he can't help from coughing. Holding down old hurts and trying to hide away his real love, could be, seen, as self-harming.
Over the p.a. the floor manager calls, "Ten minutes every body. Every body out in five!"
The many men scramble out of the change room to find their partners. Blaine holds back and waits to be last.
Petite and beautiful women join their suave and handsome men. Heads bobbing up and down looking for their mate. Once acquired they position and hold, awaiting introduction to step on the dance floor.
Tina is in a dark blue satin dress. The bodice hugs her firmly, showing off her gorgeous curves, a single shoulder strap with a small arrangement of darker blue corsage flowers. While her comfort zone of skirt lengths vary, tonight this final dress skirt is at her knees.
The final dance being the Cha Cha, delicate short movements will make her skirt bounce and display as her hips and legs show compliment to the music, and her loving partner.
Her fellow female dancers are already out of their change room and looking for their partners. She felt a small tear as she lifted to step, "Darn it." Looking down, she finds a rip in her stocking. She sits and quickly takes her dance shoes off, then removes her stockings.
Putting her shoes back on, she catches sight of her ankle bracelet on the dresser. It's a delicate silver chain with a solitary diamond in a silver heart.
Blaine gave it to her as an anniversary gift. As she does the clasp up, two brown eyes follow around the doorway after hands have knocked. "Calling Miss Tina Cohen-Chang!" He playfully announces.
As if in a Hollywood movie, she looks up and smiles wide at the same time as he looks toward her and reaches his hand out. She reaches up to him, stands up and dances in to his one hundredth embrace for the day.
With her back to him, his arms wrapped around her, she leans her head to the right and back in to him, as he gingerly places a kiss on her neck. A moment of loving affection that sounds louder than any Church belles, louder than Guy Fawkes fireworks, raising their love higher than the Eiffel Tower, brighter than any sun kissed field of lavender or smelling sweeter than a bouquet of her favourite flowers.
Reaching a hand to hold him in place, wanting to blend in to his body further than allowed, her other hand holds over the one he has on her belly, holding in their little treasure. His kiss that includes nibbles and pinches, that continues a conversation and humming loving words upward to the edge of her ear.
They hold still, him leaning in forward and her leaning back. Their spell is broken with the announced introductions of the dancers.
"Here we go Blaine." He guides her in dancing out of their embrace, "Here we go Tina." She curtsies and he bows gently.
They take position and she walks out the door first, him following until they can comfortably walk side by side down the dark corridor to the awaiting dance floor.
Resuming the required stance, shoulders positioned, arms and legs in sync with correct posture. "Number ten." The couple two in front of team BlaTina step out, twirl and walk to their allocated spot.
"Number fifteen." The announcer calls loudly, BlaTina wink at each other, turn and lift their chins.
"Number twelve." Their turn, they step out, he twirls her and Hollywood dips her, lifts her back up straight and they walk to their allocated spot on the dance floor.
The lighting is adjusted for the mood required. Over the audience the lighting is extinguished, over the dance floor it is turned more sombre with spots from the mirror ball reflecting to the ladies decorations and the gentlemen's shoes.
The music begins and all dancers nod to their partner. The audience clap encouragement.
BOOM! Boom boom! SHAR, Sha sharr! The music and song choice is BlaTina's favourite, albeit expected abridged version, but now their enthusiasm is at a high knowing they've practiced to this song so many times.
The energy in the room increases as the music volume increases and the crescendo peaks. The delicate voice of the female singer begins, "Wanna make some music to take me in and out of my head, …" Tina's skirt moves when her feet do, a step toward Blaine, as he steps back, steps back toward her and she steps further back to her left.
"Get into my groove in time with my body instead…" Turning as he guides her around and she dances with him. They dance not just for the competition, not just for the showing off of how they proved those that don't accept of their union, wrong.
"And when the bass kicks in, I can feel my song beginning, …" They dance for the love they have of one another, the joint respect and complimenting of themselves. Dancing communicates trust, love, dedication for the moment and enjoyment of the music to embrace.
"Boy your lovin' gets me high, 'cause you're the only one who can pump it loud … the way … I like …." The time spent in practice of the required steps, the dedication to detail of their outfits ….
"You're a DJ I'm a song, take me out and turn me on. Let yourself goooo, I'll be riding it…." He moves her easily, guiding around the dance floor avoiding those other dancers, that she has her back to, who've mis-stepped and bumped into others.
"Chicas bumping to the beat from the side and underneath, yeah my body's where this party's at. I'll be riding it, …" Eye talk is what they share, as she passes other dancers and lets Blaine know he's awesome for having spared them falling over the others.
Step and step, turn and turn. Back and forth, side, side, around….
"When you're spinning it, I'll be riding it, …" An oversized dancer is moving too quickly back on to Blaine, Tina's eyes widen and she guides him out of harms way. As the near miss gallops by them, he blinks 'Thank you!'
"He's a little rude and nasty, his temp is on overload. He gets jiggy with it here, but all I wanna do is vogue….." As some of the dancers excuse themselves from the dance floor, the amount of play area for team BlaTina increases.
"And when the bass kicks in, I can dance like no ones watching, … " They take some impromptu skips as a young male dancer is thumped by his sweetheart partner, and he doesn't excuse quick enough for BlaTina, otherwise they'd have crashed and burned too.
"It's a funny kind of feeling, like you're the only one who can bump it now, ….." Now there are only four sets of dancers competing. "The way I like, … You're a DJ I'm a song, take me out and turn me on. Let yourself go, I'll be riding it…."
They shimmy and salsa and cha cha cha, tears forming in Tina's eyes as her own crescendo builds. Pride swelling in her breasts and chest at how fantastic a dance partner Blaine is for her.
"Chicas bumping to the beat from the side and underneath, yeah this body's where this party's at. I'll be riding it, …" This current dance is nearly over, and the audience are cheering, camera's from the invited paparazzi flashing and not throwing their concentration off. "When you're spinning it, I'll be riding it, …"
And forward to Blaine, back and left, forward and right of Blaine, back and twirl, turn, spinning around … "He's a little rude and nasty, his temp is on overload. He gets jiggy with it here, but all I wanna do is vogue…" So many times Tina'd found this song tricky to cha cha to, but the right dance partner made the difference.
Mike and her just didn't quite fit, when it came to this dance. She'd tripped once too many times over his misguided steps.
And turn, step, sashaying of her skirt with her hips, making Blaine proud too. Proud of how they blend together, her hips and tummy rolls accepting of his, and the peak of the music picks up as their peak happens. "Turn me on, I'll be rocking it," a moment of the cymbals clashing, "… and when the bass kicks in, I can dance like no ones watching, …."
The audience are quiet now, as the end of the song and dance is coming. Left steps, back and forward, deep to the right, shimmy, "It's a funny kind of feeling, like you're the only one who can bump it now, ….. I'll be riding it, be riding it…"
The remaining dancers hold to a pose as the music finishes in a deafening abrupt stoP! The dancers breathe in and out hurriedly, as their bodies catch up to the sudden stop of movement.
The men twirl and guide their ladies to face one side of the audience, then the other two and finally resting at the panel of competition judges.
The audience clap politely and some enthusiastically. Team BlaTina's own assortment of supporters are clapping congratulations too.
"Oooh Tina!" Can be heard being called from Sugar, Kurt is heard calling out, "Yeay Blaine!"
Soon enough the celebrations are mellowed out, the dancing contestants make their way to their seats.
Blaine hands Tina a bottle of water and a towel. They share a chaste kiss, open and drink from their bottles. Blaine wipes his forehead and neck, what perspiration falls down around his back and chest, underarms and waist will have to be absorbed from his suit.
Tina dabs her forehead and neck. She reaches down and tidies up the direction of her anklet.
They sit, share quiet words to each others ear, catching their breaths, and wait patiently.
Blaine rubs occasional gentle circles on her back and she taps his knee closest to her.
All the dancers are looking around the room, smiling politely wishes of good luck, while wanting to be the only winner.
The chosen adjudicator stands, taps his papers, pulls the microphone closer to announce tonight's competition winner…
Extra kute author notes: I don't ship pinching things. The song mentioned is Ride It by Geri Halliwell. I came across it from my purchased copy of Queer as Folk, The Final Season cd. The moment I heard it, our Hunnies, Blaine and Tina, came straight to mind. Aka, Darren Criss and Jenna Ushkowitz. Two really gorgeous sweeties, fortunate enough that we can appreciate their natural God given chemistry. Although still this is a story of my own, being published under our love of all things Fan Fiction and Glee.