I can see you staying here.

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." - Mark Twain a multi-verse 1x1

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head to head ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After Cheerio’s practice where ➛ Boy’s locker room. what ➛ Atticus wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Blaine wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Both are charismatic and hot and flexible and also very determined. As you can expect, this leads to both rivalry and probably the consensual touching of penises.

Blaine

Blaine had always been convinced that his first time being entirely naked around someone would be full of emotions and feelings and nerves. Right now, however, he was just filled with wanting more. He wanted to feel Atticus against him, he wanted more from the kisses, feel Atticus’ hands all over his skin. He felt feverish, if he was being honest. It was like he’d been taken over by something else that wasn’t entirely him, but at the same time justwas. After all, he’d been living a lie for so long with only the bare minimum - and by minimum, he meant Santana - knowing his secret. So maybe this was the real him, maybe he was figuring out that he was a far more physical human than he thought. After all, he’d never have guessed that he would ever in a million years actually agree to anything as spontaneous and as purely physical as this, but here he was.

As Atticus pressed him harder into the wall, Blaine arched his back to press back against him, lifting onto his tiptoes just a tiny fraction to get more leverage into the kiss. His left arm wound itself around the taller’s neck, keeping him close while he breathlessly moaned against his lips. This felt far too good and he could seriously understand why the majority of the school were always so sexually frustrated or constantly talking about sex - even just heated making out was incredible.

The feeling of Atticus’ fingers skimming over his skin left him shivering, back arching even more to press into every tiny movement. He’d always thought the whole description of electricity was obnoxious and false, but now he could see where it was coming from. It wasn’t quite electric, but there was an odd hyper-sensitive feeling accompanying every touch, like Blaine was hyperaware to everything. So, when Tic’s hand groped his ass, he was absolutely done for. He let out a sharp gasp, hips instantly jolting forward resulting in his head pulling back to lean against the wall in sheer bliss. Now he totally regretted finding simple grinding foreplay in porn boring, because this had the chance to be something absolutely out of this world.

“Oh my god,” he gasped out, opening his eyes to look at Atticus after a brief moment as he paused to catch his breath. He already felt like he was a complete wreck, so he had no idea how it could get any better.

Atticus

Atticus had never been a selfish lover, but he didn't think that anyone's reactions had sparked such a need to please before; as it stood, every gasp from Blaine's mouth, every little movement, every indication that the smaller boy wanted him--it drove him, made him want to know every inch of Blaine's body. If this was all he had, he was going to make the most of it. He wanted to catalog as much as possible, from the sounds he made to the look on his face when he came. Honestly, if Tic had seen this coming, he would have arranged a way to draw it out; stretch Blaine out on his bed, take his time, figure out what buttons to push. He'd make do with what he had.

They were at a point where he wasn't worried when Blaine pulled away, and he compensated the sudden absence by kissing Blaine's neck once more. He finally pulled back, just enough to let Blaine readjust, his hand raising to the small of Blaine's back. Atticus smirked faintly, not enough to seem cocky but enough to indicate that he was damn proud.

"You're so fucking hot," he voiced, finally, making a show of looking him over. He took a step forward and brushed his lips over a spot on Blaine's jaw. He moved his hand around, his fingers hovering just above where he suspected Blaine wanted him most. "Let me take care of you." It was quiet, half a request and half a demand. "Whatever you want, whatever you're cool with. I want you."

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head to head ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After Cheerio’s practice where ➛ Boy’s locker room. what ➛ Atticus wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Blaine wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Both are charismatic and hot and flexible and also very determined. As you can expect, this leads to both rivalry and probably the consensual touching of penises.

Blaine

Blaine had never been an extremely bold person. He usually just remained within the perimeters of social normality, abode by the rules and never really did anything that could be considered risky. And yet here he was naked and basically making out with Atticus Hummel in the very open public showers on school property. He would have have thought he would ever be that person. When he’d first joined the Cheerios as a young, frightened fifteen year old, Blaine had been questioning everything in life - and while the Cheerios offered him safety in many ways, it also started a lot of rumours. Once he’d formed a friendship with Santana though, all of his problems disappeared. Looking back, he’d had no idea how it started. He’d merely confessed his questioning to her one night and she’d done the same in return. Since then, they’d been a fake item, which had worked well so far. Well, up until Blaine had clearly turned into someone who made out with his male teammates in the gym showers.

The skimming of Tic’s fingers over his skin left him shivering a little, goosebumps rising over the areas he touched. He really should have stopped it, but his body was refusing to keep up with his brain. It was enjoying this far too much and, really, it was just cruel to deny it pleasure. After all, this was far more different to kissing Santana purely for show. This had so much more behind it and Blaine had to admit he was beyond curious to see what that was. Once his lips were released, he couldn’t stop himself from gasping a little and edging forward just that little more, leaning into Atticus and really just giving up any sign of protest he’d had. Then he felt the soft suction of his skin, instantly causing him to moan breathlessly and lift his hand to card through the short hairs at the nape of Tic’s neck.

He’d never experienced anything like this before. Of course, he was well accustomed to porn and masturbation - only natural in his in-the-closet sexually frustrated life - but this was something else. The suspense was thrilling, the fact that anyone could walk in was far more exciting than terrifying and, god, Atticus really knew how to press all his buttons apparently. Briefly, he grasped at Tic’s hair before releasing it just as he pulled back, letting his palm cup around his neck loosely. Before he could even really think whether he should think his his head or his dick, however, he was lost in another kiss.

Blaine purposefully leaned into this one, fighting back just a little more to prove that he wasn’t such a pushover and, ultimately, answer Tic. He wanted this. He’d never wanted anything more in that moment, quite frankly. Slowly, he stepped back just a little to lean back against the wall, needing something to ground him at least. The cold tiles against his too hot skin left him gasping, clutching onto Atticus a little more and giving up entirely with holding the tiny hand towel over himself. There was absolutely no denying that he was beyond turned on at this point, and Atticus was already baring all to the word, why shouldn’t he join in the boldness? After all, he was already stepping so beyond his comfort zone that it was not even visible any more at this point.

Atticus

Atticus was a very sexually open guy. Guys, girls, his school peers, older men he picked up at Scandals--if there was chemistry and sexual attraction between them, then there was nothing more stopping him from taking them to bed. He didn't think of himself as a bad person, really, though some might argue him to be a whore and a player. It's not like they would be wrong, really, so if anyone ever called him that to his face, he wouldn't fight it. Couldn't. He'd lost his virginity to a boy three years prior, a boyfriend who he hadn't broken up with on good terms, and while he wasn't heartbroken, it merely introduced him to a new world that he enjoyed. Sex made him feel a connection with people and a sense of intimacy that couldn't be rivaled. He liked to touch, be touched, be affectionate, and even if he was just fucking strangers in the bar at Scandals, it made him feel a whole lot better.

Blaine, though, was different. Felt different. Probably because he'd wanted it for so long and thought it was unattainable, or perhaps it was because, as far as he was aware, Blaine was untouched by any other man. Honestly, it probably boiled down to the way the other boy melted into him, responsive and wanting, and when the towel was dropped? Atticus didn't stand a chance.

Letting go of the fabric in his own hand, Tic moaned as he stepped forward and felt nothing but a large expanse of skin against his own, nudging Blaine even closer to the wall. He could feel all of him, and fuck did he want more, but there was no way he was going to try and push Blaine too far. Although Blaine seemed like he was more than willing to go along with this, he also knew that there was always the opportunity to stop. Atticus really didn't want to do something that would convince Blaine to put the breaks on whatever they were doing.

One arm held steadfast around his waist, keeping him close, while his other hand roamed, moving down Blaine's waist. He ventured further down, fingers skimming right over Blaine's ass, and he grunted quietly against the boy's lips. His hand moved over, just a little, until he got a solid handful, trying to pull Blaine impossibly closer as he deepened the kiss considerably.

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make me feel better ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Friday night. where ➛ Atticus’ apartment. what ➛ Lorelai woke up needing her father. Atticus doesn’t know what’s wrong. Blaine to the rescue. Or something like that.

Blaine

From a young age, even though Blaine couldn’t communicate with anyone effectively, he’d always had a way with children. Being a dad in his lifetime was high on his priority list and would be a major deal breaker for a serious relationship if his hypothetical partner didn’t share his same wish. So getting the experience while still being young was definitely a worthwhile thing. Plus, he absolutely adored Lorelai already. She was funny in her own little expressive way. She had so much to say and giving her the platform to do it was just incredible. And she was braver than he would have been at her age, by far. Which was why Blaine had to help them out. He wanted to make her life incredible, because she deserved it. And Atticus deserved to know these incredible surface skimming things about his daughter.

Of course, there was absolutely nothing that would ever even touch on the bond that Lorelai and Tic had - not even a little - even if Blaine and Lorelai were close. And the soft interactions between them, the little brush of the tear, the sheer concern on Atticus’ face and the way Lorelai leaned into every single one of them to draw out the affection. They’d come a long way since day one, and Blaine was so obnoxiously proud of them both for doing so.

Blaine gave an encouraging little nod towards Atticus once he’d processed the signing, giving them the space to interact while slowly signing Atticus’ words back to Lorelai. One day, he knew that Tic would be able to do this alone and he’d be out of a job, but it wouldn’t be bitter at all. Blaine would probably be the happiest guy out there that he could salvage something so beautiful between them. But for now, he was needed, and it oddly made him feel like some superhero enough to enjoy it past face value.

Her vocabulary was basic, so exact translations were minimal and often coupled with silly little charade style aids - such as Blaine currently pretending to be a monster. Once she’d understood, he could visibly see her brighten a little in mood and nod hesitantly at the idea, which was all Blaine needed to know for his job for the night to effectively be done. “She thought there was a monster outside, tapping on the window,” he explained, looking back at Atticus. The pride in his expression was evident and he couldn’t help but reach out to squeeze Tic’s knee in a silent ‘congratulations, you’re getting better at this’.

Atticus

Atticus kept most of his attention focused on Lorelai, looking for any cues that there was something he could do, but he also couldn't help but be distracted a little by Blaine's own methods. He felt himself smiling at Blaine's imitation of a monster, especially after seeing the way Lorelai appeared to relax at the boy's playful manner. When all was set and done, it seemed like the issue was an easy fix. Get her to bed, make her feel safe, wait until she falls asleep. For the longest time, he hadn't really been able to calm her down. He was a stranger and only made her feel more uneasy. But she'd learned that she needed to rely on him, now, for food and shelter, and he hoped there was some kind of love buried in there as well. They had so many more walls to break down and he was still scared shitless, but they'd made so much progress and he knew he would never stop trying.

He offered Blaine a smile at the touch to his knee, jerking his head to indicate that he should follow, just in case. Tic reached forward, then, and scooped his daughter up as he stood, all in one sweeping motion. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head and gave her a squeeze when she laid her head on his shoulder for the duration of the short walk to her bedroom. It wasn't big; it had originally been a work out room, but he'd needed to give her her own space; it wasn't very decorated yet, but every week they did a little work on it as he continued to find out the kind of things she liked. For the most part, it was Winnie the Pooh and pink--typical, perhaps, but he could work with it. He was still trying to convince his landlord to let him paint the walls.

Flicking on the light in her room, he set her down on her bed and ruffled her hair. Licking his lips, he waited for Blaine to be in front of him before he pointed to the window and said, "if there's anything there, I'll scare him off, okay?" With a small nod, he slipped to the window and opened it, making a show of peering around. He maintained that position for a good thirty seconds and then he turned back around, offering her a small smile. "Nothing's there. Totally gone." He moved closer and perched himself on the edge of the bed, glancing between Lorelai and Blaine. "You're safe."

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DM → ATTICUS & BLAINE

ATTICUS: I'm taking this to the next level.

ATTICUS: And by that, I mean I'm receiving an intense amount of mentions now but I would like to continue our conversation because one must always seize opportunities. #wordsofwisdom

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bright lights, big city ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Friday early evening where ➛ The streets of New York City what ➛ Blaine is a clueless, innocent little religious baby who got kicked out of his family home after expressing his worries over sexuality. Atticus is his hero. Basically.

Blaine

Blaine’s eyes followed the cigarette on its journey back into the pack. There was a strange relief at not having to hide his distaste if the man had lit it up. After all, Blaine was well aware of the dangers of smoking and he wasn’t entirely sure how well a fact giving session would go down here; it wasn’t polite to tell someone that their hobby was bad, but at the same time it wasn’t Christian to let him continue to damage himself. But, the turmoil of deciding was decided for him and thankfully, he didn’t have to get anything off his chest. As the man spoke, however, Blaine reflexively clamped around his bag just a little more before really noticing how ridiculous he must have looked. He was pretty sure in this moment that he looked like a little kid from a little town who’d stepped somewhere too big and looked absolutely out of place. Hell, he’d expected to stick out like a sore thumb - and if the well dressed crowds he’d seen so far were anything to go by, he definitely was better off wearing his nicest things. Even then he probably would look more casual according to the city.

With a soft laugh, Blaine forced himself to relax, although he made sure that he was still poised to at least react should anything happen. After all, he could get closed than everything back so losing his suitcase wouldn’t be the end of the world. While back home Blaine would have happily listened to the words and probably invited a stranger back to try his mother’s famous sweet tea and think nothing of it. But this was New York. Famous for giving people their wildest dreams, but also rife with muggings and stabbings and crime that Blaine couldn’t even imagine anywhere but on his TV. All he could do was give the stranger a soft smile in return and at least pretend that the words soothed him. He might have been the boy from the small town who didn’t really know the real world, but he wasn’t entirely oblivious to the potential bad in the world; as much as he hoped that it would never happen.

“Right, sorry,” Blaine mumbled eventually, clearing his throat and letting his hand relax over the front of his bag, thumb stroking over the material protectively. His eyes widened almost comically at the idea of how bad things could have been. “Oh dear, that’s awful…” There as a genuine empathy in his voice and his eyes immediately dropped down to the man’s legs just to check that he was actually okay. As soon as the man continued however, Blaine almost choked on his concern. No one in his entire life had ever talked about sex so freely and openly as this stranger had just now. And even then he was assuming that, due to the consequences, this man wasn’t married to said landlord’s daughter. All of that was just too much for Blaine to compute and not feel like his was necessary to drop to his knees and pray for this man like his parents probably would have expected. It did send a slight thrill through him, just to a small degree, because it confirmed that not everyone had the same mindset as his parents. But the thrill was definitely squashed by the sheer shock value of experiencing such a thing for the first time.

“Oh, wow… That’s quite the welcome to the city?” He opted for instead, although it sounded entirely unsure. He was desperate to make sure that he sounded casual and cool and not like he was a blushing schoolboy who’d barely heard anyone swear let alone anything else. It did take him a few moments to actually reach out to clasp the other’s hand. He hadn’t noticed how shocked that he’d been from one tiny little statement. It was a constant reminder that he was somewhere else and this certainly wasn’t home anymore. “It’s lovely to meet you, Atticus. I’m Blaine,” he offered enthusiastically, standing and shaking Atticus’ hand while fixing a warm grin on his face before pulling back and biting his lip. “You really don’t have to, I’m sure there’s one just around the corner,” he gave a soft laugh before hooking his fingers into his pocket and looking up and down the darkening street.

“I… Well, I really meant a hostel or something. I’ve heard about New York hotel prices and well…” It was embarrassing to admit his lack of funds and that he was starting to realise that he was probably in entirely the wrong area for what he could afford. He wasn’t even entirely sure if his funds actually would be enough foranywhere around here. And that would mean this poor man - Atticus - would be dragged all over the city. On reflex, Blaine reached for his pocket and pulled out his wallet, swallowing at the sheer lack of money compared to his plan. Quickly, Blaine fixed a soft smile on his face hoping that Atticus hadn’t spotted his faltering in confidence.

“I really don’t want to waste any of your time.”

Atticus

It was all Atticus could do not to laugh at Blaine's reaction to his story; this kid was definitely not from around here, and if he had to guess, he'd surmise that the two of them had very different upbringings. Blaine appeared tense, scared, and definitely out of place. He felt creepy knowing that he had to get this kid to trust him, but he wasn't going to do anything ridiculous with said trust; no, he simply, in good conscience, couldn't leave this kid alone on the streets. Maybe he'd find a place in New York; Atticus wasn't going to try to put him back onto a bus home, that was for sure. Especially because he had no idea what kind of environment this kid had come from. Abusive? Oppressive? No, Atticus would never try and steer him back, just in case, because he didn't know this kid or his life. But he also needed to get him somewhere safe, because this? This wouldn't be safe.

"Nice to meet you, Blaine," he replied, gripping the boy's hand for a moment before withdrawing it. The boy's enthusiasm was fresh, endearing. Blaine seemed cautious, sure, but he also seemed too friendly. Tic had always been social but also able to adapt to his environments, and when he first came to the city, well, a gruffer attitude served him well. He wasn't mean, per se, but he also knew how to properly survive in the city. Blaine would learn. Just not this fast.

Maybe he wasn't giving him enough credit.

Tic didn't want to take any chances, though.

He frowned as Blaine hinted his money was low, and he reached back to rub the back of his neck. "You can't say in a hostel, Kid," he began, rather matter-of-factly. "You clutched your bag when you saw me. You'll never get any sleep there." Atticus paused, trying to choose his next words carefully.

"Alright. I know you don't know me..." He paused, brow furrowed, "but you can't just--okay. Two blocks that way--" he gestured to his right "--is a busier street. People there, well lit. You can keep hold of all your shit, unless you want help, then I'll totally help you. But I can't just, like. Leave you here when you don't know where you're going." Atticus took a deep breath, head cocked to the side. "Follow me? I'll get you set up somewhere. Safe. And within your price range." Well, alright. He planned on whipping out his own credit card, but he'd spring that in later. He had a feeling that Blaine wouldn't be so keen to go along with him if he knew that Atticus planned on doing that. "I'll even walk ten steps in front of you if you're like, worried or something. Please?"

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TEXT → atticus & blaine

BLAINE: You throw a bowtie in the shredder and there will be no wedding, dearest.

BLAINE:

BLAINE: Fine, fine. I'll see what I can do. Just for you.

ATTICUS: You love me too much to deny me. Stuck 4 lyf.

ATTICUS: You're the best future husby.

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TEXT → atticus & blaine

BLAINE: And here I thought that you thought highly of yourself, when really you just think highly of your appearance.

BLAINE: Dictionaries exist, Atticus.

ATTICUS: Same thing, Sugar.

ATTICUS: What?

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time of our lives ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After prom. where ➛ Outside of their houses. what ➛ After Atticus asked Blaine to prom, they had an incredible night dressed to the nines and Blaine is a happy little puppy.

Blaine

“You know I’m easily won over by food,” Blaine shot back with a playful smile, matching his gait with Atticus’. While he knew the night was going to end at some point, he’d been reluctant to actually accept it until now. It had been far more fun than he could have ever imagined, even if it wasn’t how he’d imagined it per se. He’d always been an obnoxious dreamer, verging on Disney-style dreaming where everything had a happy ending. And he’d definitely thought he’d be in a relationship by now, have a night with his boyfriend that was ridiculously romantic - but as it stood, he’d had the most incredible night with his best friend. And oddly? He was pretty convinced that he couldn’t have had a better night even if he tried and everything had gone Disney-dream perfect.

“I own far more fashionable sweater vests, though, ask your brother,” he pointed out quietly, ducking his head a little as he let out a soft laugh. While Blaine was aware his fashion sense was very much what the world would deem “nerdy” and “old fashioned”, he liked to think it was just his personality in clothing form. And there was nothing wrong with that. “As long as the beat is Superbass - I still haven’t been able to karaoke that one.” The slight pressure of Tic’s head turning towards him and pressing into his hair left him unable to stop the affectionate smile spreading across his face. A long while back, Blaine had definitely struggled with an overwhelming crush on his best friend, but for the sake of their friendship, he’d pushed it aside.

Thinking back though, that Blaine probably would have died from an interaction like this. Or from Tic actually asking him to prom. The thought left him giving a soft huff of laughter, pulling back to rest his chin where his temple had been. “You’re just as lame as I am, that’s why we work so well,” he pointed out, voice soft as he stepped back to give them a little space. “Comforting to know that you mean more to me than bowties, right?” He gave another laugh, eyes crinkling shut as his face scrunched up from the richness of the sound.

Once Tic’s arms were around him, he swayed a little and hummed under his breath. “Kitchen, street, what’s the difference? You ashamed to be seen with me? Is that your problem?” It was all teasing and a good laugh, especially since he knew that Tic was probably the only one in his life that had dealt with his coming out as if it was absolutely no big deal at all. It had been a simple acceptance and that was it - which Blaine would always, always be eternally grateful for.

“You were perfect,” Blaine murmured, leaning in again to kiss Tic’s cheek sweetly. As he pulled back he gave him a warm smile and squeezed his shoulder. “It was beyond special and I’m so glad that I got to spend it with you. Honestly. Thank you.”

Atticus

"I feel like, if I ever pissed you off, all I'd have to do is bake you cookies and you'd stop being mad at me," Atticus laughed, gently pinching Blaine's side. "I gotta say, I dig that plan." Despite their astonishing differences, they got along incredibly well; it had a lot to do, he supposed, with the fact that he found it completely impossible to not give into anything his best friend asked of him. He supposed he had no reason to be shocked at the idea that he might have feelings for Blaine, save for the fact that until now, he thought he was one hundred percent heterosexual. He wondered, also, if it was his sexuality or if it was just Blaine himself. He'd tested it, briefly, in the privacy of his bedroom with porn he'd discovered on the internet, and he managed it just fine. But was it the men? Or was it the sex in general? Was Blaine on his mind? It had been driving him crazy the past couple of months, questioning himself and his sexuality. He had no issues with it in general, but he was struggling to accept that for once, he wasn't entirely sure of who he was.

"Oh, yes. I took you to prom purely out of pity, but the whole time I was dying of embarrassment. You're my best friend but I think we have to lock ourselves away from public eye for the sake of my reputation." Atticus flashed a grin and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm pretty great, though. You look snazzy in those bow ties, but not nearly as snazzy as you look with me on your arm. I don't know if you're aware of this, but I'm the most fashionable accessory a modern teenager can have." He cocked his head and batted his eyelashes, a playful gesture.

His hand lingered on Blaine's waist, a grin playing along his lips as he felt the kiss to his cheek. "Yeah? Good. I like making you happy, Kid." Unable to help himself, Atticus' gaze dropped, trailing up the hard lines of Blaine's body. He paused, and then--well, without thinking, he opened his mouth again. "You looked good tonight, by the way," he said, giving Blaine's waist a squeeze. "Like, make all the boys question their sexuality good." He winked. "Myself included." Oh, that was probably stupid. He cleared his throat and tried to recover. "Granted, I was the lucky bastard who got to take you." Bad recovery.

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head to head ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After Cheerio’s practice where ➛ Boy’s locker room. what ➛ Atticus wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Blaine wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Both are charismatic and hot and flexible and also very determined. As you can expect, this leads to both rivalry and probably the consensual touching of penises.

Blaine

Blaine’s throat felt very dry. Swallowing felt like the most difficult task in the world. Hell, his tongue felt like sandpaper all of a sudden. He could have blamed it on the tough work out. He could have blamed it on not drinking enough water earlier in the day. But he knew fine well that it was sheer nerves at the situation he was in. He always stayed hydrated. Had downed a bottle as soon as the practice had let out. And so, really, he could only blame it on Atticus. While he’d never felt threatened by Atticus - with their insults and jibes all in good humour and on competitive terms - he knew that the other was unpredictable. Right now was definitely no exception. Nervously, Blaine let his tongue dart out to dampen his lips, automatically reacting to Atticus invading his personal space with a slight step back towards the wall.

“What are you doing?” He gasped out, false confusion fixing his expression. There was no questioning Atticus’ motives and Blaine wasn’t stupid. Instead of protesting and backing away any further, Blaine simply stood stock still. He refused to let his gaze wander from Tic’s face, even though the curiosity was difficult to fight against, and he tried his damned hardest not to show any reaction outwardly. Maybe this was just a test? Something to joke over. And if Blaine gave him no fuel, despite wanting to just give in and take it, then the joke was on Atticus, surely?

With another heavy swallow, Blaine exhaled shakily and let his eyes flutter ever so slightly at the soft, damn feeling of Atticus’ body towel falling against the skin of his lower back. There was an ever closing gap between them and fighting the human urge to either surge forward and give in to the crackling chemistry and tension between them, or step back and stop this before it got out of hand was overwhelming. But, Blaine did neither. Instead, he just watched Atticus’ expression, keeping his own neutral. Although the tension in his jaw and the audible nervous gulps were evidence of his internal struggle.

Before Blaine could even consider responding in some playful manner, mumbling a half formed comeback about having boxing training, he felt the press of Tic’s fingers against his neck. As if on autopilot, Blaine’s eyes closed quickly while his body half melted into Tic, half tensed in sheer anticipation. And then, there it was - a far more hesitant kiss than from his fantasies, but a kiss nontheless. Blaine couldn’t help but exhale again against Tic’s lips before lifting his own hand to hold Tic’s shoulder while leaning in and pressing their lips together a little more firmly.

While Blaine knew fine well that he was gay, hiding it had meant very limited access to the even more limited gay population of the school. And with faking his heterosexual relationship with Santana? Well, he’d experienced far too many awkward kisses lacking any passion whatsoever. Even just the brush of Atticus’ lips against his though? That was like an explosive spark in comparison to the purely-for-show exchanges between himself and Santana.

“We shouldn’t…” He murmured eventually, although he made absolutely no effort at all to pull back. His entire body felt winded from the experience, his heart was beating far too fast and his muscles were oddly heavy from tensing so much. “I’m not…” It was an automatic reaction, despite knowing he was fooling absolutely anyone. He’d been eyeing Atticus up for months and clearly hadn’t been remotely subtle about it. So protesting and faking it really wasn’t about to cut it anymore.

Atticus

Atticus should have felt more terrified, probably, at the risk he was taking; if Blaine was straight or simply not interested, this could cause discordance on the squad (even more so if he told Santana) as well as earn him a really bad reputation. He never wanted to be the guy that did something that wasn't wanted, even if he was fully prepared to back away at the first sign of an actual protest. He felt like the tensing of Blaine's body was a good sign, one of yearning as opposed to anything else, but he was cautious. If he had his way, he'd have Blaine pressed up against the side of the shower, no towel between them, tongues battling for dominance, but he was acting on a suspicion and he had to wait for confirmation before he dared press for more.

His hesitancy had softened him a little, but his cock still twitched when Blaine finally kissed him back, an affirmation that he'd guessed correctly. If this were a less delicate moment, he probably would've pumped his fist in the air in victory; as it stood, he felt like if he dared break them apart, it would ruin the progress he'd just made. No, now he was no longer afraid that he was wrong. He was close enough to feel Blaine's heart beat, feel it thud harder than his own, and although Blaine had broken the kiss, he clearly wasn't breaking apart entirely.

Tic got a little more bold, using the hand that wasn't holding the towel around Blaine's waist to travel down over the boy's shoulder, fingertips skimming over his chest, finally settling his palm so it rested on the bare curve of Blaine's slim waist. He ducked his head, nosing down the column of Blaine's still damp skin, lips finally latching onto his neck, sucking for a moment before scraping over the spot gently with his teeth. He trailed kisses up from there to Blaine's ear.

"If you don't want me," he began, voice low, "then tell me. But I want you, and I'm pretty sure you feel the same." Atticus pulled back to look Blaine in the eye and gave a singular nod, almost as if asking silent permission, but before he received an answer, he leaned in for another kiss. He was more sure of himself this time, pressing himself closer to Blaine, tongue flicking across Blaine's bottom lip.

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had enough ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Sunday Evening where ➛ Ray’s Bar & Nightclub what ➛ The last place Blaine expected to met his soul mate was in a bar after being technically homeless for the few weeks.

Blaine

Right now, Blaine seriously wished that things were different. In an ideal setting, he would want to talk and get to know his soulmate. He would want to have an in depth conversation over some really crappy take out, find out about their upbringing, their favourite parts of their childhood, what flowers made them smile… He had expected to want to know everything. And yet, right now? His brain felt like it was shutting down. Any sense of wanting to better their destined connection was fairly non existent. That in itself, had Blaine been sober, would have caused him to freak out and worry that he was defective or there was something seriously wrong and that they’d actually ended up touching other people at the exact same time and just gotten confused. But he knew it was just the result of how the entire day in itself had panned out. “That makes one of us,” he offered up as a light joke, although it was far too monotonous to have any comic effect in reality. He truly had to admire the bartender’s shamelessness. Blaine had always wanted to be someone who didn’t care what other’s thought. Hell, he liked to kid himself that he didn’t. But the reality was that he was a people pleaser. He liked things to be perfect and put together and give him the best chance of creating the best first impression, and maintain it. And so this whole situation really wasn’t doing him any favours in that respect.

The effort that this guy was going through to make him smile was, however, definitely distracting him just enough to cause a tease of a smile to appear on his features. He supposed that, considering this was the first day of the rest of their lives together, it was a good thing. Having someone who wanted to see him smile even when they didn’t know him was definitely better than someone who was indifferent to his emotional state; for that he was definitely thankful. “I was in show choir, infinitely more embarrassing to admit,” he offered in leiu of continuing the gentle and lighthearted conversation - no need to delve into deep topics for a while, or ever for some parts. Just because they were matched by some cosmic scientific jargon didn’t mean that Blaine had to let him know all the little details; most chose to, Blaine wasn’t quite sure it would do anything for or against the relationship and so planned on keeping some things purely to himself.

A soft, low laugh escaped Blaine’s chest in that moment. He was entirely powerless to not find the charm and the humour just enough to crack him out of the gloomy shock that he’d been stewing in. While it wasn’t his normal, roaring laugh, it was definitely something. “You’re definitely a lot more eye pleasing than I expected, so it’s a bonus, for sure,” he offered with a soft, slightly lopsided smile. He could feel the overwhelming cloudiness of the alcohol and the bar atmosphere start to wane just a little more, and while it left an unpleasant queasiness settling into his stomach and a dull ache threatening, it was definitely better than feeling closer to wasted. “I bet you have some stories to tell.” Blaine had to cut himself off from continuing further. He’d been about to start to explain the policy on having soulmate relations in the office he used to work at, but there was no need to delve into that just quite yet. His face had dropped at the sudden realisation of just how little of himself he felt ready to share in comparison.

As the bartender - or Atticus as he really needed to register in his head - took his hand, Blaine’s smile twitched just a little into something more genuine. While he wasn’t entirely comfortable with himself, there was no need to make Atticus feel underappreciated. He had nothing to hide, mostly because Blaine had happened to meet him at work and he was working hard to keep the mood light, but still Blaine didn’t mind who he was. And, really, he should have had the same mentality that Atticus might think the same of him - maybe he was just looking for his soulmate and he didn’t care about the logistics or the circumstances. But then again some people were incredibly picky and found loopholes easily. Lifting his chin, Blaine shook his head was a huff of a laugh before running his hands through his curls and messing them up just a little more.

“It’s just been a long day, you really don’t need to give me a hug at all.” Instantly, Blaine kicked himself mentally. Getting used to the fact that Atticus - his soulmate - was offering him a physical and comforting gesture and not some stranger was going to take some time, for sure. It worried him, just slightly, that he didn’t feel compelled to rush into anything like a lot of his friends did. Hell, he’d heard stories of the first thing people did after the touch happened was to kiss. He really wasn’t sure he would have ever felt comfortable with that, but he could at least open himself up to something a little more. “I mean, if you want to, I won’t protest at all. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to because of this, you know?” Blaine gestured vaguely to his wrist before getting distracted by actually looking at the mark on his own skin. He’d seen countless numbers of marks on others, he was well aware what they looked like, but this? It was strange to finally see a part of him that he’d known so well and seen so often actually change so quickly.

Atticus

Atticus wasn't sure why he felt so desperate for this guy to like him; although the law stated that they were now required to get married within a certain period of time, he'd never really fed into the whole soulmate thing before. Never understood the pull. Movies portrayed it to be this effortless thing, and he didn't believe it. But something about the guy sitting in front of him made Tic want to do whatever he could to milk a smile, to lighten whatever load was on his shoulders. He didn't know this guy. He could tell something was wrong, but he didn't think that was any kind of soulmate connection talking. Blaine looked exhausted. Atticus wanted to fix it. He was a fixer by nature, anyway, and he always had been; he couldn't count the amount of times he'd gotten in trouble at school for getting into fights on behalf of Kurt, or the amount of stupid movies he'd sat through in his quest to comfort a friend after their breakup. He'd do anything for those he cared about, and even those he didn't know, if he could help it. This felt like something more, however.

Perhaps it had a lot to do with his inherent fear that he wouldn't be liked. Atticus had a lot of pride and was social by nature, and he supposed that a part of himself had always been afraid that he'd meet his soulmate and his soulmate would just...not be interested. Not care about him, not want him. Tic wasn't much to be desired, he knew, and he didn't think he could really be broken hearted over a stranger telling him that they didn't want to abide by a tattoo on their wrist when he also thought it was a little ridiculous. But that was the ultimate rejection, wasn't it? Being turned away by your own soulmate? He feared it, and now it was here, and Blaine could easily tell him to fuck off.

He just wanted to be liked. He wanted Blaine to smile and like him.

"Yeah?" His lips curled up into a smile. "My brother was in show choir. It was kind of cool, watching them perform. I can't sing at all, which sucks. I mean, I can. But it's bad. It's like, top-of-your-lungs car kind of singing." Atticus huffed out a laugh. He couldn't stop himself from lighting up when Blaine laughed, too, no matter how slight it was. It felt like progress. Even if this guy didn't want anything to do with him, at least Tic was able to make him laugh.

"Nice," he replied, pumping a fist into the air. "Atticus Hummel, once again exceeding expectations." He dropped his hand and winked. "You're also quite the looker. If I hadn't been working, I probably would've hit on you anyway. And then you'd have probably smacked me and then we would've found this out? I think it was best I was on duty." He snorted, indelicate. "That made me sound like I'm creepy when I flirt. I'm not. I'm very charming. You just also look very out of my league." He grinned. "Then again, everyone's out of my league. I kind of suck. Don't get your expectations for me too high, Kid."

Blaine seemed reluctant for the physical contact, or unconfident, or something along those lines; admittedly, Atticus was curious to see how it felt to hug a soulmate, even one he hardly knew, but he wasn't about to push it. He was just trying to break down the layers, one by one, hope for the best. He leaned forward and brushed his fingers over Blaine's hand, just briefly, before pulling back. "Hey, listen. It's definitely not because of the whole 'soulmate' thing, okay? I'm a guy who's prone to hugs. And if you're not, that's totally cool. But you look pretty down, and I think you've got a cute smile, and if you want a hug? I'll hug you. If you don't want a hug? Tell me to fuck off. It's cool. Whatever you want."

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empty hallways ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Tuesday Morning where ➛ William McKinley High School what ➛ The first person Atticus’ meets on his first day at WMHS is Blaine, the son of a preacher. Blaine disapproves of Atticus’ sins. Atticus disapproves of Blaine not wanting to be his best friend. Pouting ensues.

Blaine

McKinley really wasn’t Blaine’s idea of fun. Not even in the slightest. For his entire time at the school, everyone had just known who he was because of his father. And in a town that was split between those who’d found God and those who were still resisting? Well, it was tough. He was well known, but in the entirely wrong sense of the word. And so, Blaine tended to keep to himself. Well, as far as an overachieving academic with an outstanding extra-curricular résumé could be to themselves. Mainly, Blaine volunteered for things to keep his father happy, but at the same time it served to keep him busy too. Keeping busy meant he didn’t have time to stop and evaluate his fairly depressing situation. Inside of school, there were a mere hand of people he would call acquaintances, maybe one or two could potentially be friends. Outside of school? Well, he was well loved by his Church, but had very few interactions besides the regular pinching of his cheeks and being reminded that he was growing up - not that having just had his seventeenth birthday didn’t remind him of that. He really couldn’t complain about his life, though. He had parents who were proud of him, strict and a little less loving than most, but they still were proud of him. He had a brother and a sister in law who he adored. A neice that he adored. A community who had such incredibly strong beliefs… He had a good life. A much better one than a lot of people.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the secretary tapping on his shoulder, alerting him to the time. With a warm smile in her direction and a courteous apology for losing track of time, he quickly packed up his bag and excused himself from the table - not that anyone would mind, but he’d been brought up with manners and he was going to use them. There was one thing that Blaine really loved in his voluntary work inside the school: Welcoming the new students and helping them to settle in. While he wasn’t one to brag, he was well aware that he was a good choice. He was friendly, welcoming, straight laced and efficient. And being pulled out of study hall wasn’t going to affect his grades in the slightest.

As he rounded the corner to the principal’s office, Blaine fixed his face with his winning smile and self consciously brought a hand up to check his bow tie was straight. While it really didn’t mean anything and that this new student probably wouldn’t have anything to do with him after this, he was still well aware that first impressions meant everything. And Blaine wanted to make sure that he had the best first impression of the school. Moving schools was tough. Blaine of all people knew that, having transferred over himself when his family moved into town after his dad became the new pastor. And so, if he could make life easier for this new comer? Well, that would just be a good deed to add to the list. He slowed his walk as he approached someone he wasn’t entirely familiar with before clearing his throat softly.

“Hi,” he extended a verbal opening, rolling his shoulders back to subconsciously appear a little more confident. “Are you Atticus?” Blaine was almost 99% sure that he was, but it never hurt to ask. After all, it made things a lot smoother and less pushy, or so he’d found. His first tour of the school was a lot less friendly and had involved very little actual touring while his guide met up with her boyfriend. “I’m Blaine. I was asked to show you around, give you a little taste of the school. And you’re more than welcome to ask any questions. I’ll try my best to answer them, at least.” Blaine fixed his smile a little as he felt it faltering, extending his hand in a warm invitation.

Atticus

Atticus didn't pay attention to the footsteps approaching until he heard the greeting, and he picked his head up, setting sights on the boy. Immediately, he gave him a once over. His first impression was that the boy dressed like a nerd in those movies from the eighties, but the chic kind of worked for him; he didn't expect this student body to differ greatly from that of his old school, and although he ran with a certain crowd, he wasn't the type to be mean to anyone. He held the opinion that everyone should be treated fairly and admittedly, he liked to try to be everyone's friend. Not everyone was too inclined to be his friend, once he settled in, but that didn't stop him from giving it a shot.

"Hey," he greeted, snapping his attention up to the boy's eyes and flashing a grin. "Yeah, I'm Atticus. Atticus Hummel." He straightened up and grabbed Blaine's hand, shaking it. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and pocketed it. "I've got a pretty shitty sense of direction, so I'm relyin' on you." He smirked, taking a few steps down the hallway. "After you."

Tic distractedly peered about the hall for a moment, peering up at the ceiling. "So, do you volunteer for this role, or do they give it to you?" he asked, already trying to make conversation. "I mean, it's cool if you volunteer for it. I didn't really expect anyone to show me around? I mean, I've never transferred before, but I figured they'd be like 'alright, figure it out.' This is public school, after all. Which is cool. I prefer it."

Atticus turned back to Blaine with a smile. "My brother got the private school treatment. Which is great for him. Also probably for the best, considering it'd be super obnoxious to have to have an entirely new set of people try and figure out how to tell us apart." He waved his hand. "Identical twins, by the way." He paused, cocking an eyebrow. "Sorry. I'm talking too much. I'll shut the fuck up and let you do your thing, now." He mimed zipping his lips closed and throwing away the key, then gestured with a wide sweeping motion, for Blaine to carry on.

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this is real love ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After Kurt and Blaine’s wedding. where ➛ Kurt and Blaine’s wedding reception. what ➛ Blaine is on cloud nine after marrying the love of his life. Atticus just watched the love of his life marry his brother.

Blaine

While Kurt and Atticus were incredible different people, Blaine couldn’t deny his soft spot for both of them. Obviously, Kurt had his heart entirely and it was pretty obvious how much of a soft spot Blaine had for him. But Atticus? It was a lot less obvious. He’d always gotten along with the Hummels. Burt was like a dad to him, especially after his own disappeared and became rather scarce in his life after the divorce. Hell, Burt was there to some degree when Kurt and he weren’t together. However, Atticus was there on a whole other level. He’d always enjoyed the other’s company, but their closeness had definitely increased when Blaine had been incredibly down after Kurt had called off their previous relationship. It was strange, to get close to his ex-fiance’s twin brother of all people, but it had happened and Blaine couldn’t be more grateful for it. Atticus had helped him through quite possibly the worst time in his life so far. It sounded pathetic, but Blaine had been sure that he and Kurt were it. And to have Kurt call it off? Well, it had nearly killed him. So to find Atticus outside at his wedding? Well, Blaine just wanted to help out, spend some time with him.

“You’re not? You didn’t have the salmon, did you? My mom was telling me it tasted a little off… Although she has had most of the bar,” he joked softly, a bright smile on his face despite the slight concern of his knitted eyebrows. With a soft sigh, and a slight caution, Blaine moved to sit next to Tic. He’d swiftly assessed the wind direction and chosen to sit on the opposite side to avoid too much of the smoke. While he’d never really approved of Atticus’ lifestyle too much, he couldn’t say anything against it. As long as it made him happy, he supposed. Sitting down made the slightly lightheaded feeling disappear a little, offsetting it with a strange, giddy, queasiness. With a hum of agreement, Blaine tilted his head back against the wall behind him and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

“Tell me about it, that champagne is deadly, right?” Blaine gave a soft laugh, reaching over to squeeze Atticus’ knee with a warm smile. “Me? I’m great,” he admitted, the laugh turning somewhat breathless, “I’ve never been better actually. I mean, it’s a little overwhelming, but… God, I’m married.” It still hadn’t really sunk in, and every time he realised it the same swooping excitement flooded through his body and left him grinning like an absolute fool.

“We’re techically related now, you know? Although this also makes you distantly related to Cooper, so that’s maybe not such a good thing…” The soft joke was met with another squeeze of Atticus’ knee before he let his hand slip from his knee and back onto his own.

“Could you save me a dance for later? I’ve only just managed to persuade your dad into one, and I’m hoping to get every Hummel on that dance floor before the night is over.” He was practically shaking with the excitement of the evening, coupled with the giddiness from the alcohol and beaming from just how full his heart was. Blaine felt fit to bursting. His heart was so full of love for Kurt and for all of his friends and family who were here to congratulate and support… It was an incredible day, and he would be damned if he didn’t get to celebrate it with every single person in the way that he wanted to.

“You’d be doing me a favour, you know? My mom keeps trying to steal me. And, like I said, she’s been taking advantage of the free bar a little too much…”

Atticus

When Blaine sat down, Atticus turned his head away for a moment to hide his disdain, thumbing over his bottom lip. Why was he sitting there? Fuck. He'd hoped that Blaine would be too wrapped up in his own celebrations to worry about him. What did Atticus matter, anyway? Time after time again he was reminded that he wasn't Kurt--not as smart, not as talented, not good enough for Blaine. Kurt could hurt Blaine numerous times and he'd still be the inferior twin. (There it was, again, more reasons to hate himself. This was his brother, his twin brother, God, why was he such an asshole?) He wasn't sure that he could do this anymore, not now that Blaine was married. The thought of going back to New York, brother and brother-in-law (he felt so nauseated, he could throw up, fuck), it made his chest tighten. All he wanted was to be alone. Maybe find someone to fuck. Somewhere to dump his feelings, unload his aggression, get away from Blaine and Kurt and the obligation to be fucking happy.

"Must've been the salmon," he replied, unable to feign any kind of amusement, though he should. Atticus puffed on the cigarette, exhaling the smoke swiftly. For once, he didn't lean into Blaine's touch, and instead adjusted himself so his knees were tucked in a little bit closer to his body. Close himself off, shut down his emotions. Blaine deserved better than this, forced enthusiasm, even, but Atticus wasn't sure he had it in him.

"Yeah, yeah. Married." Tic cleared his throat. "I'm happy for you, Kid. It's--yeah, incredible. Definitely a surprise." He furrowed his brow. Puffed on his cigarette again. His brow knitted when Blaine pulled the relation card. Normally, he would've made a stupid joke about not being able to fuck Cooper. He probably said something similar when he had the strength to congratulate Kurt and Blaine on their initial engagement. He couldn't remember. He blinked, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, yeah. Welcome to the family." He smiled. Maybe grimaced? It was indistinguishable.

He needed more alcohol.

Ruffling his hair, Atticus braced himself, waiting for the opportunity to escape. Inside, maybe out the back way. Take a walk in the woods. He was such a fucking bad person, not able to be happy, God, wasn't that what love was supposed to be? Wanting the other person to be happy? He was selfish, he felt guilt, he deserved to be alone, what the fuck--

--fuck.

He mourned the final puff of his cigarette, and he put it out on the bottom of his shoe. A dance? No, he didn't want to, but couldn't say he didn't want to. He needed an excuse to stay outside longer. He fished in his pocket for another cigarette and immediately lit it, consequences or judgment be damned. None of it mattered tonight.

"She's just excited for you," Atticus said, voice rough from the smoke. "She loves Kurt." He paused. Shrugged. "And the bar." He licked his lips. "But, uh, yeah. If I feel better, we can totally dance, Kid. I'll come find you."

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let’s drink to that ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Tuesday night where ➛ A frat party what ➛ Being a very good and responsible big brother, Cooper takes his little brother to a frat party to meet all of his friends; including Atticus.

Blaine

The presence of someone else left Blaine jumping just a little from shock. His perception of everything was off with the music being so loud, and the few sips of alcohol had maybe dulled his senses just a little - or at least he needed that excuse to ease the fact his heart was still thudding. One moment the man was over the other side of the room and the next? Well, he couldn’t say he was shocked that he knew Cooper but he hadn’t expected him to come over to talk to him. Knowing that he’d probably seen Blaine looking at him made the entire situation way worse. The blush rising on Blaine’s cheeks was definitely evident, although thankfully the room was hot enough to be an excuse should he need one. Part of him just wanted to slip away while everyone was still distracted, but at the same time he was entirely curious about this guy.

“You say that like there’d be a visit number three,” Blaine retorted quietly before he could even stop himself. He was half tempted to slap a hand over his mouth and hang his head in shame because he never openly did anything like this. Sure, he teased his brother between his friends and complained about him whenever Cooper wasn’t there, but Blaine had never dreamed of doing it in front of his brother. Clearing his throat, Blaine automatically reached out for Atticus’ hand and clasped just a little too tight - god, his dad would be so ashamed with the lack of professionalism here. Although, granted, it was a fraternity house party where most people were drunk and he was pretty sure he’d just seen a girl in her bra running around the hallway. Hearing Atticus’ name left everything dawning on Blaine. He’d heard about Atticus plenty of times thanks to his brother’s tendancy to brag about all of his friends and socialisation, and so everything he knew was suddenly rolled out in front of him.

“Atticus! Hi!” Blaine tried to make sure his voice was loud enough to be heard over the music, a grin fixed on his face even though he knew fine well he was being totally obvious in his crush. He was such a damn teenager - Cooper was right. “Blaine,” he responded, tightening his grip for a second although he didn’t release for a little too long. Quickly, Blaine whipped his head around to look at his brother, eyes widening as he noticed he’d moved and then widening still as he spotted him with his tongue down some scantily clad girl’s throat.

“I… Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. All three sounds great, Coop looks otherwise occupied anyway,” he chuckled warmly, momentarily fixed on Atticus’ eyes before dropping his gaze quickly. “Are these things always so… Loud and crazy? Because this is insane!”

Atticus

Scamming on Cooper's younger brother probably wasn't the greatest choice, but if he knew his frat brother, then Blaine was about to be abandoned, anyway. And what kind of irresponsible person would he be if he left this boy to his own devices? He was safer with Tic than he would be with a lot of the others, that was for sure. Not that he really expected anything to come of it. Atticus flirted a lot and it often led to the bedroom, but he never pushed it, and he especially wouldn't push an eighteen year old. Still, he could have his fun making sure Blaine had fun, right? There was no harm in a little flirting.

He barked out a surprised laugh, eyes wide, at Blaine's little retort. "Is this that bad? Damn, Kid. I guess it's up to me to show you that this place isn't all bad. Can't help you with Coop, though." Shooting him a wink, he shook the boy's hand. When it was released, he pocketed it, a smile still settled on his face. "It's nice to finally meet the better of the Anderson boys."

Following Blaine's gaze to Cooper, Tic shook his head a little before turning back to Blaine. Yeah, okay, he made the right decision to step in when he did. "C'mon. I'm a nice person and won't abandon you for a pair of boobs." Scrunching his nose, he held out a hand to place it on the small of Blaine's back, indicating that he should follow. "The parties flux a bit but they're all pretty big, yeah."

Moving them out from quite a dense area, he lowered himself so he was closer to Blaine's ear so he could be heard over the music. "What do you like to drink? The beer's out but we've got all the liquor locked up, and I can pull something out for you, if you want. Soda to mix it with. I got some pull. I know some guys." He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

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make me feel better ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Friday night. where ➛ Atticus’ apartment. what ➛ Lorelai woke up needing her father. Atticus doesn’t know what’s wrong. Blaine to the rescue. Or something like that.

Blaine

Any normal person probably would have absolutely hated this part of their job description. No sane human ever wanted to be woken up on a semi-regular basis in order to engage some hidden translation skills. But Blaine sincerely didn’t mind it. He’d always loved kids and always had this odd paternal instinct even as a child where he just wanted to nurture and protect and help in every aspect. And so, even though he had classes in a few hours, being awake right now felt like a strange privilege. He was able to help and to build a relationship and that was more than most people his age could say about the early hours of the morning.

Blaine was also hyper aware of how difficult the situation he’d walked into was. A daughter with hearing loss and a father with no knowledge of how to communicate with her was fairly difficult. Throw in the fact that she was adjusting to a completely new life, the fear of abandonment and living with strangers… He really didn’t blame the fears and frustrations from both parties at all. Hell, even he felt the frustration sometimes although he was always careful to remain a patient and impartial aid and nothing more.

Watching Atticus adjusting to having his daughter in his life was actually something that Blaine admired. The first few times this had happened, it had been less of a fatherly reaction and more of a panicked one. Now, things were moving along a lot better and Lorelai was learning to lean on him for comfort instead of just taking the shortcut and trying to just deal with Blaine. He could understand that Atticus was nervous, really. Learning a new language was difficult and it took time and pressurised situations really didn’t help, but he was truly proud that Atticus had even bothered learning anything at all - it was more than he could say about his own father, anyway. So, Blaine instantly gave him an encouraging smile. Spelling out letters was a vast and incredible improvement that he knew Lorelai would learn to appreciate over time, after all, they were both learning and there wasn’t a huge gap of knowledge between them.

Blaine quickly let his eyes slip from watching Atticus with a warm expression of pride in order to watch Lorelai very carefully sign out a few words. She was still hesitant, he grammar wasn’t perfectly on point, but it was an incredible difference from day one. A few times, Blaine had to interject and help her fix a few little movements and gestures to try and indicate to Atticus clearly that she’d had a bad dream and couldn’t go back to sleep. Once she was done, albeit with a few little tears, Blaine couldn’t help but squeeze her with one arm to reassure her before waiting for any comprehension on Atticus’ face. He wasn’t expecting miracles in any way, shape or form, but he wanted to give patience and allow Tic the time to slowly get to terms with basic gestures without spoon feeding him the answers.

After a small pause, Blaine slowly repeated the gestures that Lorelai had made, hoping that his attempts to sound out each part were helpful in aiding the communication between them both. It was absolutely no secret that he already had the most incredible soft spot for both Atticus and his daughter and he was more than willing to push his patience to the maximum to help them build up an incredible way to communicate and to build a trusting and loving relationship. “Do you understand?” Blaine asked after a beat, carefully signing the question too in order to keep Lorelai aware of what was happening in the extra exchange, while making sure to look between them for any sign of needing extra aid.

Atticus

Atticus was afraid, at first, that he'd never feel very fatherly toward his daughter. After all, he'd been given no time to adjust or process the information before he had a responsibility to take care of her, and he was terrified that it would never grow into anything more than the fact that someone needed to raise this child. He was proven wrong, however; once he'd gotten used to it, he started to realize that there was no way he wasn't going to fall in love with this kid. Not when she had his eyes and he started to realize what made her laugh. No, she was his daughter, and things were rough, but he needed it to work out. He wanted this family.

Of course, seeing her cry was still new, along with anything else, and he hated seeing her upset without being able to comfort her. Blaine was absolutely better with her than he was, and he had to remind himself that he couldn't be jealous of that. They could understand each other. Atticus could only go a couple of hours without Blaine there in order to effectively communicate with his kid. It was natural. As much as he was stepping into the role of the father, he had to admit that he was a little terrified that she'd never feel the same way.

He reached out and brushed a tear from her face, paying close attention to the movements of her hands. His heart sank more and more as he only comprehended the odd word, not enough to piece together what she was trying to say. Then again, she was upset and her movements weren't quite as sharp. He knew it could only be one of a few things, because considering she only woke up for a handful of reasons. He hoped it was a bad dream. He really hoped she wasn't upset about missing her mother.

Tic's brow furrowed, mouth downturned into a frown, when he had to turn and hope he picked it up from Blaine. He reached out, gently placing a comforting hand on Lorelai's side. This time, he was able to pick out the few words he was familiar with. "Bad dream?" he asked, glancing between his daughter and Blaine, before remembering that he needed to learn to address her directly.

Carefully, Atticus leaned in to press a kiss to the top of her head. He knew he had no chance of being able to figure out how to sign what he needed to tonight. "Did it scare you, Sweetheart?" he asked, giving time for Blaine to translate to her. "What do you need me to do? Do I need to go chase anything out from under your bed?"

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time of our lives ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After prom. where ➛ Outside of their houses. what ➛ After Atticus asked Blaine to prom, they had an incredible night dressed to the nines and Blaine is a happy little puppy.

Blaine

Blaine was entirely aware that they were unlikely friends. Out of either of the twins, Blaine probably would have been more likely to become best friends with Kurt. However, his little childish mind hadn’t really thought of things in the sense of having things in common. It was more that they just seemed to click. Blaine had his own independent interests, as did Tic, but their differences tended to bond them rather than pull them apart. Besides, Blaine was close to all of the Hummels. He admired Burt a lot more than his own father, although he would never admit it out loud, and he really admired Kurt and often talked to him for advice or just general conversation. But Atticus had been the one he’d chosen as a child and pretty much willed the universe to let them be best friends; thanks to the Disney Channel for dictating to him that any two kids who can talk out of their bedroom windows to each other had to be best friends - it was the law of happiness and stardust, after all.

One of the times where they were definitely polar opposites was their enthusiasm about different things. Blaine was mostly enthusiastic about everything that was legal and age appropriate, although he’d relaxed his stance on underage drinking and fake IDs for the sake of their friendship a long time ago. Another was their views of the world, although Blaine had always found Tic’s slightly crude outlook to be hilarious rather than offensive. As was the case right now. He couldn’t stop the soft laugh falling from his chest, all hearty and still bubbling with excitement as he quietly shut Tic’s door.

“Sometimes there’s such a thing as too much grandfather chic, unfortunately. And Mr. Schue definitely stepped into the nursing home side of things with his outfit and his moves… I’ll probably need therapy. Or at least a maple glazed doughnut,” he chimed back, keeping the conversation going mostly because he was entirely unwilling to let the evening actually end. “Hey, watch it, or I’ll start thinking you’ve got a thing for sweater vests and bad rapping,” Blaine teased as he nudged his shoulder against Atticus’, unable to stop himself from leaning into Tic’s touch as he, fairly reluctantly, followed towards his house.

“I told you, I would rather set a bow tie on fire than watch Scandal without you. Stop being so paranoid that my life is just as exciting without you, jeeze,” he muttered, slowing as they reached outside of his house before protestingly placing his head on Tic’s shoulder for a brief moment. It was a gesture that he’d picked up after realising their height difference was pretty much permanent, and he often took comfort in it. “Damn right I do. I didn’t bring out the expensive hair gel and silk bow tie for nothing,” he murmured, pulling back to wriggle his eyebrows playfully in Tic’s direction before breaking his attempt at keeping a straight face almost instantly. He still felt positively high on adrenalin from the night, so there was no way he was winding down anytime soon.

“I hope you know, Atticus Hummel,” Blaine began his declaration, stepping to face Atticus square, “that you now have absolutely no reason not to dance with me whenever I ask you to. Although I’d save your back from tossing; I might be tiny but us Filipinos are a stocky breed… And save the damn Hobbit jokes!” He coupled the latter statement with a warning glare before pulling his best friend into a tight hug, exhaling into it was complete joy. “I can never thank you enough for tonight. It was a prom I’ll never forget.”

Atticus

Atticus laughed, his head tilting back happily. "I'm glad that a maple glazed doughnut has such magical healing powers for you," he replied, keeping his pace slow. He honestly didn't want to end their night, though he was almost afraid of what he might do if the night dragged out. Still, that didn't mean they couldn't continue their conversation for a little while. They were best friends and although he was a very social creature, he still spent the majority of his time with Blaine. It hardly mattered that they ran in different social circles. It had always been the case that he'd drop everything for him, even if now he was beginning to see that maybe there was something else under that.

"Don't you own a sweater vest or two? I'll drop a beat and we can make you into my perfect guy." He winked, bumping hips with Blaine. Tic grinned to himself as Blaine's head rested on his shoulder, and he took a moment to nuzzle his nose in his hair affectionately. Gay, straight, whatever the hell he was, he had always been a very tactile person with the people he loved most. "What can I say? If you start doing fun shit without me, you'll realize I'm lame and drop me like a fly. I can't survive without you, Kid. Good to know you'd sacrifice a bow tie, though."

"Yeah? You gonna ask me to bust a move with you frequently? In the middle of the hallway? We can slow dance in your kitchen." As Blaine hugged him, Atticus' arms wrapped around him easily. Every day, all Tic really wanted to do was make Blaine happy. Be  it spending a day baking cookies or watching movies or going to prom, as long as he could put a smile on his best friend's face, he felt like his job was done. Somehow, though, he had a sneaking suspicion that his heart was racing for a completely different reason.

Ah, fuck.

Tic pulled away just enough so he could look at Blaine once more, and he slumped against the front door with his arms still around the boy's waist. "Yeah, well. I know I wasn't the date you were hoping for, but I'm glad I did an alright job of stepping up to the plate. Just wanted tonight to be special for you, Kid."

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tomorrow will be kinder ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Around 12:30am. where ➛ The Foster house. what ➛ Blaine and Tic are foster kids. And they’re not exactly in the most loving of places.

Blaine

Blaine hated this house. He had never lived somewhere that felt less like home. A place that provided four walls and a roof was never meant to be so uninviting and cold and cruel. A place he was legally supposed to reside in wasn’t supposed to send his stomach flipping at the mere thought of stepping through the doors. There had been countless broken promises from the foster program and Blaine had long since given up almost entirely with hoping anything better was going to happen. All he could use to keep him going was the fact that, one day, he’d be eighteen. And then the world was his oyster.

With a soft sigh, Blaine pushed open the front door. It was habit to pause as soon as the door was locked behind him, no matter the time of day, to check if anyone was around. It always guided him forwards; if he could grab something from the kitchen on the way to his room, or if he was going to have to avoid the fifth step to go unnoticed. Luckily, at this time the house was fairly quiet other than the soft murmur of the TV behind the closed lounge door. It was one of the reasons he loved taking the later shift at Breadstix; he managed to avoid most of the crap that he would have walked into earlier.

Carefully, Blaine ascended the stairs, stepping very carefully so he didn’t end up alerting anyone to his return. It was madness, having to tread so carefully in his own home. Then again, none of them had really been welcome here. It was just a bed and facilities. They were a means of getting more money from the government, nothing else. When he’d first entered the foster program, Blaine had been pretty convinced he would find some fairytale permanent family. Between fairly distant families that didn’t give much effort and ending up in this one? He definitely wasn’t expecting miracles any time soon. After all, he only had a little while longer, and most people didn’t want to foster the older kids. He was getting by. All he had to do was continue that.

After pausing again on the landing, Blaine made his way past the other doors and pressed his palm up against the door. Quickly, he tapped each of his fingers against the door - quiet but still a little warning that it was him and not to be alarmed or defensive - before slipping inside with a tired smile. Instantly, he kicked off his shoes, placing them under the frame of his bed and out of plane sight and dropped his school bag on his bed before looking over at Atticus to guage whether the other was still awake. Of course he already knew the answer considering they never slept until the other was back and safe and okay, but it was just a tradition or formality that Blaine had fallen into.

“Hey… Sorry I’m late. I didn’t expect you to still be up,” he murmured, making sure his voice was low as he moved around the room and quickly got changed into his pajamas before pulling the small bundle of money out of the toe of his shoe. After counting it quickly, Blaine shifted to pull up the corner of the mattress where the small box was hiding and lay the notes on top of the others. “You must be exhausted, I heard you up early this morning…” he continued, settling everything back into place and covering it all back up before sitting on the edge of his mattress and stretching his legs out with a stifled yawn.

Atticus

Aaron Waters had a very small dick, but a very large wallet. And for every time that Atticus was willing to throw away his dignity and get on his knees, Waters was willing to add a sizable amount of money to the collection jar. Tic was never the sort who wanted charity; he always worked for what he wanted, even if he never had the opportunities necessary to get what he even needed, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And when even closing the door too loudly was enough to trigger a night spent nursing a bloody nose and wounded pride, he was willing to call those times desperate.

Honestly, it was a surprise he was even still around; for as much as he dreamed about running away or killing himself, the fact that he was still stuck in that same house was a miracle. If he had his way, he would've taken the first hundred dollars he could get and hopped a train to New York; even being dead in a ditch would have been better than staying in that foster house, and he wasn't even going to begin to dispute it.

Then again, he had Blaine. As corny as it was, Blaine was his reason for living; although it would be dangerous to analyze whatever feelings he might have had, the truth was that the only reason he ever came home at night was because if he didn't, Blaine would receive the brunt of of the abuse, and Atticus would never be able to live with himself. Whether he and Blaine would stick together after they were out of the house, well, he didn't know, but Tic had to be sure that Blaine was at least happy and safe and somewhere far, far away before they parted ways.

And so, that afternoon, Atticus earned them three hundred dollars by letting some kid fuck him in the bathroom at school, and he was feeling pretty good about adding it to their collection. Still, the evening was quiet; he could hear the rummaging downstairs, and, as he did every night, he laid there with his ear tuned for Blaine to come home. He knew, after months of this, Blaine's general schedule. Still, his blood still rushed hot every time he looked at the clock and it was past the time he thought his foster brother should be home, because if anything happened, fuck, he'd never forgive himself.

For hours, there was nothing but the sound of his breathing, and then he heard the soft 'clock' of the door downstairs. He sat up, listening, waiting, hoping for quiet--

--and then their bedroom door opened and he lowered himself back down as to not let on that he had just felt such immense anxiety, as per usual, over Blaine coming home. He thumbed over a loose thread on his bedspread and glanced up as his foster brother entered the room. "You're good," he replied, feeling relaxed now that he had eyes on him. Slinging his legs over the edge, Tic fished into the small table they had between their beds and pulled out a candy bar, tossing it over to him. "How was your shift? Good tips?"

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head to head ↳ Atticus & Blaine

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who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After Cheerio’s practice where ➛ Boy’s locker room. what ➛ Atticus wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Blaine wants to be captain of the Cheerios. Both are charismatic and hot and flexible and also very determined. As you can expect, this leads to both rivalry and probably the consensual touching of penises.

Blaine

Instincts left Blaine jumping away from the wall as he heard Atticus’ voice, which really didn’t serve to hide himself at all. Instantly, he turned around and clenched his eyes shut before grabbing for the hand towel again to cover himself as much as was humanly possible. He could feel the heat of his blush practically radiating off him and bouncing back from the stall walls. Although it did surprise him that Atticus actually awarded him with some modesty by covering his eyes a little. That only served as time to sort himself out so his dick wasn’t about to betray him before he cleared his throat in way of acknowledgement.

“It’s okay…” Was that even the correct response to give in this situation? After all, Blaine was pretty sure there wasn’t a chapter in the non existent gay man’s guide to playing straight on how to cope with the guy you’ve got the hots for checking you out in the showers. “I kind of forgot my towel in my bag so…” He trailed off awkwardly. How he thought that would make the situation any less horrendous in the first place really beat him.

That coupled with the fact that Tic’s towel had just unravelled? Well, Blaine was definitely, definitely in the roughest of waters right now. The almost completely forced arousal that had been pushed away thanks to the cold shower was now back in full force. Part of him wanted to just blame it on hormones, another part of him was trying to calculate excuses about Santana coming to join him or just too much testosterone. The other part of him was tempted to just pretend that this wasn’t happening and just make a dignified exit - or as dignified as he could be while choosing whether to shield his modesty in the front or back on the walk from the showers.

Admittedly, Blaine was a little shocked to hear Atticus’ words over the situation. In fact, he was pretty sure his ears comically pricked up at the mere mention. There was no real secret that Atticus was attracted to him - although Blaine had never really taken it seriously - so it wasn’t as big of a shock as it could have been. However, Blaine really had to admit that it gave him a little ego boost that a mere glimpse of his naked body had caused Tic to get hard. That was definitely compliment worthy, right?

“Join the club,” Blaine muttered under his breath before he could stop himself, face instantly deadpanning to a look of terror and a slight twist of hope that Atticus hadn’t heard. Although in the echoey small space, it was more than likely. “Okay, so how are we going to do this? You turn around so I can go and get ready or I wait until you leave? Because we can just forget this happened and move on quite happily… It’s a possibility.”

Atticus

Atticus kept his focus on the ceiling until he heard the words that Blaine uttered; as far as picking up hints that Blaine wasn't as straight as he said went, that was definitely shooting right towards the top. His next move was bold, but his curiosity got the better of him. He dropped his hand and chin and turned to Blaine. In that brief moment, it was more than obvious that both of them were on the same page. Yeah, okay. If Tic had his suspicions before, then he definitely didn't think that Blaine was telling the full truth about his sexuality now.

He was bold, and he'd made a lot of moves in the past to reflect as much; then again, he fancied himself to be one of the more popular entities in the school and didn't feel like much would threaten his position, so he just sort of acted accordingly. He'd also had one too many fantasies about Blaine that set off in very similar (although perhaps less awkward) ways, both naked and hard in the locker room, and he wasn't sure if he could fair with just letting this pass untested.

He should have, though. Atticus should have left it be, because he and Blaine were teammates, and if he was wrong, then things could be irreparably awkward. If he was right, though...

Oh, fuck it. He'd deal with the consequences later.

"I have another theory," he continued, focusing in on Blaine's face before sauntering forward, letting the towel undrape from him entirely. As he closed the distance, he stretched out the towel and wrapped it loosely around Blaine's waist, kindly not looking down as he did it. "And I'm gonna test this theory. At the risk of getting punched." With his free hand, Atticus reached up to cup the back of Blaine's neck, and then he dipped down, tentatively pressing their lips together.