Blaine felt completely embarrassed. He knew that Tina would show everyone the video of him twerking. The thing was, he really enjoyed the dance move. Numerous people have told him that he has a very nice backside. It was Kurt's favorite feature on him, so why shouldn't he shake it? It wasn't fair that he would most likely be made fun of for it.
He crossed his arms and sat back against the couch with a frown on his face. He just really didn't want to deal with anyone.
"Why the long face, sweetheart?" his mother asked as she walked into the living room. "Bad day at school?"
"You could say that," Blaine muttered.
"Well, do you want to talk to me about it?"
"No."
"Blaine Devon, this pouting isn't going to make you feel better. What's wrong?"
Blaine looked up as she sat down next to him. "Okay, it's just-Have you heard of a dance called twerking?"
His mother looked away, eyes searching her mind. "I think I have. That girl, Molly Citrus did it at a show or something, right?"
"Miley Cyrus," Blaine corrected with a laugh, "but yes, she did it. All it is is shaking your, well your backend."
"Your butt, you mean?" she asked with a smile.
Blaine blushed. "Well, yeah. So, I was doing that as I cleaned up the choir room, and I didn't see Tina at the door. She filmed me, and I'm pretty sure that she plans on putting it on the Internet for everyone to see."
"Why are you so upset though?" she asked taking his hand and squeezing. "You are such a cutie when you dance."
"Mom," Blaine sighed with a shake of his head. "It's embarrassing! It will be on there forever. I'm going to be the laughing-stock the rest of my life. People won't be able to take me seriously."
"I know you are upset, but why, honey? You are a talented dancer. Let the world see that. It may even kick start your career. I've seen Ellen. She has people with viral videos on there all the time."
Blaine looked down, his blush spreading across his face even more. It was weird talking about this subject with his mom, but it was sweet of her to care. She had a point. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," she said letting go of his hand to pat his shoulder in a motherly way. "Embrace your inner dancer, Bee."
"I suppose, but both you and I know that Sam won't ever let me live this down once he sees it. He'll keep it to play at mine and Kurt's wedding, then he'll show it to our kids, and he will even show it to my fans when I become famous."
"And Sam hasn't done something embarrassing?" his mom asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sure I remember a time when he was jumping on your bed when he wasn't supposed to and fell. Remember the four stitches he had to get holding mine and your hand?" Blaine laughed. "I don't think that Sam will have as much on you as you have on him. Everyone has their moments though."
"Yeah," Blaine agreed nodding his head. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right. When am I ever not right, Blaine?"
"Never."
Blaine had to admit; it would be horrifying when others saw his video, but not the worst he has had to endure. There was one time that he hadn't been paying attention, and he sent a dirty, well a very revealing frontal picture of himself to Burt. Yeah, that's right Burt instead of Kurt. He honestly didn't know what he had been thinking that summer day.
"Did you get my picture?" Blaine asked breathlessly as he answered Kurt's call. The two had been exchanging many sexts. It was exhilarating, but he hadn't gotten anything for a good two minutes.
