Blaine

It really was love at first sight. He was wearing a burgundy sweater (it was the 80's cut him some slack), and the most confused expression on his face. There I was, the girl of his dreams, in his bathroom, naked from the waist down. He must've thought that I was a gift from the heavens above. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.
C.J. dated Shane, and I got my Blaine. We were inseperable. We were BiddienBlaine. He tagged our initials everywhere.
The Twins went to a different school, and I soon realized, were from a whole different world. My Catholic/Lutheran upbringing did not have me prepared for the challenges that I would face dating a J.W. That's Jehovahs Witness for those of you who aren't in the know. Christmas was a mystery to them. They loved coming to my house to watch the twinkling lights, and rattle the gifts under the tree. They were full of questions. Did I get Christmas gifts EVERY year? What kind of gifts did I get? Christmas carols were something that the Twins never had an opportunity to sing ,and with me, in Betty and Stan's livingroom, we belted them out at top of our lungs.
I mulled the idea of buying Blaine a Christmas gift ( his first ever ), and to be honest, I can't remember if I did. What I do remember, is his gift to me. A gold chain.
The only jewelry that I had ever been given before was from my parents. I got jade earrings for my 10th birthday, a ruby ring for my confirmation(I still wear it) and a silver locket on the day my Dad got married. This was different. It was from Blaine.
I don't remember the moment that I realized I loved him. It could have the first time that he kissed me (in C.J.'s basement), or the 1st time that he walked me home in a snowstorm. It could have been when we made love for the 1st time.
I wasn't a virgin,even at 16, but I wished that I was. My experiences up to then had been traumatic, to say the least. I remember it like it was yesterday,even what I was wearing.
I was babysitting, 2 doors down from my house. It was winter late in November, and I was missing my friends back in Ontario. There was a knock at the door, barely audible. The little girl that I was watching squealed in delight when she saw the Twins standing on the doorstep. They both smiled at me with the same loppsided grin.
"Hey" Blaine said,stepping in and kissing me. Shane went directly to the T.V. and put on an old rerun of Night Rider.
Blaine put his arms around me and pulled me in for another kiss. Before I knew it, we were upstairs in the master bedroom. I can still see the tacky wolf throw blanket on the bed. I was wearing my favourite pink and white sweater, a gift the previous year from my aunt. I was so nervous, my breath came in unsteady bursts. Blaine took my hand and we sat on the bed together.
My mind was racing. Can I really do this? What if I throw up? Will he call me tomorrow?
We made love. I had never made love before. It's true, I wasn't a virgin, but that was the 1st time that I ever made love.
And it was wonderful.