in our wildest moments.

BLAINE ANDERSON "When you wear a bow tie, doors open for you. Your posture is a little more erect; your shoulders are a little further back; your style is a little more dynamic. It’s about the reestablishment of the gentleman." - Dhani Jones A multi verse 1x1 roleplay blog.

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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.

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.

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 just was. 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.

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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.

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.”

Blaine

Part of Blaine really wanted to maintain such an integral part of their lives, while the other half of him knew that was a ridiculous dream. After all, he was just a random student that happened to be in the right place at the right time. And so, as Tic motioned for him to follow, Blaine hung back as much as he could. Even though Atticus had struggled to really handle becoming a father in the beginning, the way he did actually interact with Lorelai absolutely stole Blaine’s heart. The sheer tenderness, the way she’d learned to trust him so quickly and the fact that Atticus would do anything for her? It was incredible and inspiring. Blaine was pretty sure that, should he be blessed with being able to have his own children some day, that he would take inspiration from this time for sure. 

As he slipped into Lorelai’s room, Blaine settled by the foot of the bed and watched Atticus intently. It was a weird dynamic to explain, and try as he might his college friends never really got it. Although, to be fair to them, they probably didn’t realise how vital this experience was for a deaf little girl and how terrifying the world actually was when you didn’t have a voice. It was impossible for Blaine not to give a soft, hearty laugh at Tic’s show of making sure that there was no one outside before turning to sign to Lorelai and squeezing her hand as she watched her father tensely. 

Once Tic was pulling himself back into the room, Blaine moved to kiss Lorelai’s forehead quickly before leaving room for Atticus to resume tucking her in and easing her fears. He could already tell she was a lot calmer, her signing in response to Tic’s words was less frantic and edging on sloppy purely due to tiredness - always a good sign after one of these nights. Quietly, he moved over closer to the door to allow the two some space and make sure they knew he wasn’t about to invade on any bonding while still being available should they need him. Now that the panic from being woken was gone, he definitely could feel his eyes drooping just a little as the idea of bed called to him. Unfortunately, he’d be getting up in just a few hours for his morning classes, but he really couldn’t be mad about it.

“You’re getting a lot better,” he mentioned once he was sure that Tic’s attention was leaving Lorelai again, arms folded casually over his chest as he leaned against the door frame. “You should be proud of yourself.”

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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.

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?”

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’.

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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.

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.

Blaine

“No, no, it’s not bad!” Blaine back peddaled quickly, his face instantly into a mask of sheer horror at potentially offending Atticus with his terrible humour. “You’ve chosen a lovely place to come for college, I just... Coop and I only get along on the rare occasion so I doubt being invited back will actually happen?” It was a terrible save, but it left Blaine’s guilt levels sated for now at least. “I’m sure it’s great once you get settled here, right? Everyone seems very friendly. A little scantily clad and... Well, drunk and sexually frustrated, but that’s fair enough. They do say college is the place for--” If he could slap himself for his stupid, nervous rambling without coming across as even more insane, Blaine probably would have. He was probably coming across like a complete and utter idiot and he’d just have another crush thinking he was crazy and lame.

“The better? Now I know you’re just saying that,” he gave a soft laugh, blush definitely settling onto his cheeks and warming his skin up maybe just a little too much to blame it on the clammy air. Although, he’d chosen his nicest dress shirt for this and the thick cotton was doing a terrible job at aiding in cooling him down. “Coop’s a great guy, he’s just a... I’m guessing you know he’s competitive? And... He’s Cooper.”

Watching his brother hit on someone was something that made Blaine feel strangely uncomfortable. While he was fully aware that Cooper was a ladies man and was certainly not celibate or struggling in that way, there was a certain line between being aware of it and actually seeing it. As he tore his eyes away, he felt a sickly shiver run down his spine despite his body overheating. It was all he could do to focus on Atticus to stop himself from thinking about it. “I don’t want to ruin your night,” he started to protest. Really, he was Cooper’s responsibility and Cooper’s alone. He could have just stayed in Coop’s room, watched some Youtube, played a game on the Xbox... But no, he’d been dragged here and dumped on some poor frat brother. Nothing lamer than being the little brother. 

“I’m sure you’d easily be able to pick someone up. I mean, isn’t that what these things are for?” Atticus was a great looking guy. That was obvious by the fact that Blaine couldn’t stop looking him up and down and blushed every time the other actually looked at him. But to anyone who wasn’t a blushing highschooler, he was probably very handsome and pleasing to the eye too. Although, really, he wasn’t about to complain. Especially since Atticus’ hand was touched to his back and he was willingly asking Blaine to follow him. “I guess you get used to them, right?”

The close proximity of Atticus left Blaine a stammering mess for a few seconds before shrugging a little. He had to be honest, alcohol wasn’t his strong point - as evident by the lack of ability to take advantage of the free and warm beer to feel any sort of buzz from. That probably would have helped him relax and enjoy the party a little more. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” That sounded a little more mature. Maybe a little playful. Was it flirting? Because he didn’t even know if Atticus’ interests were purely helping his brother out or if he was actually interested and he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself by flirting.

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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.

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.

Blaine

“It’s lovely to met you,” Blaine responded with complete genuine honesty. While the majority of his classmates would have been happy to put on a fake welcoming attitude for some special condition like extra credit, Blaine was more than happy to help out for nothing extra. He generally loved meeting new people, it was always interesting and widened his cultural acceptance. Plus, welcoming anyone new was always something he loved to do - it was part of his Church’s motto, after all. What he made up for in genuine enthusiasm, he lacked in the ability to hide his shock at Atticus’ rather colourful language, however. He could feel his smile falter just a little before fixing it politely and turning to begin the tour.

“This is where you’ll spend most of your time, since it’s the main hallway. You’ve got your lockers and the gymnasium in there...” He began pointing out the basics, following his usual guide which made sure that he didn’t miss anything important. “I volunteer,” Blaine confirmed after considering Atticus’ question with curiosity. “It’s only right that any new student is at least shown the basics. It makes getting around here a little easier and less stressful for the first week or so.” He shrugged lightly and keeping his pace moving while pointing out classrooms as he perused Atticus’ class schedule that he’d been given earlier. However, he refrained from expanding on much like he previously would have to prevent coming across as rude from talking over the new student.

“Did you attend a private school prior to moving here?” Blaine asked suddenly, curiosity getting the better of him. Normally, Blaine refrained from asking anything too personal. Aside from the ‘how are you settling in’s and and ‘can i help you with anything or answer any questions’ he really didn’t ask much. If the conversation occurred, then he continued it, but it wasn’t his place to pry. “I see. Are you and your brother close? I’d imagine it’s difficult starting new schools for the both of you, not having your sibling with you...” Admittedly, there was something about this new student that captured Blaine’s attention and interest far more than most. He was chatty, which was always a good thing, but the sheer blunt way he spoke was captivating if Blaine was being quite honest.

“That’s okay... I’ll start my tour backwards.” The language left Blaine grimacing just a little more. He knew he shouldn’t comment on it. Clearly Atticus came from a less orthodox and strict family upbringing, which was entirely allowed. But it did leave him a little uncomfortable, he had to admit. “You have very colourful language,” he settled on pointing out eventually. It was neutral. A statement. Nothing to dictate Blaine’s opinions on his crudeness. “Do you talk to your parents like that? Or is it reserved for a peer setting?”

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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.

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.”

Blaine

“Fish is always risky...” Blaine offered in way of condolence. He couldn’t exactly apologise considering it wasn’t technically his choice to serve salmon. Hell, he hadn’t planned on getting married today. And here he was actually married to the love of his life. It still hadn’t fully sunken in, that was for sure. Although he still had an obnoxious grin fixed on his face and his thoughts were definitely marriage centric. Enough that he was entirely oblivious to Atticus’ discomfort at his touch, or the fact he wasn’t entirely happy. After all, he’d admitted to not feeling well, and as far as Blaine was concerned that was the only reason - and a very valid one at that.

“I woke up this morning expecting to just... I don’t even know. We weren’t really even properly together and now...” Blaine simply gestured to his left hand with a laugh of disbelief where the simple band was sat on his ring finger. “Thank you,” he murmured eventually, nudging Tic’s shoulder with his own. It was a fairly open offering of gratitude. After all, he owed Tic for a lot more than just a mere statement of happiness over his nuptials, or the welcoming into the Hummel family. That in itself was a warming sentiment. While his own family wasn’t horrendous, it wasn’t half as loving as his husband’s. And Burt had always been such an incredible inspiration to him, more than his own father ever could be.

The drawn out silence between them didn’t feel unnerving like it would have with anyone else. He supposed it was just because he felt comfortable around Atticus, after all he was an incredible friend and, now, family. Normally, he as all for filling in gaps in conversations with empty small talk, but the breather was just what he needed to stop the champagne from really getting to him too much and making him too giddy.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m glad she’s here. She needs a little good happening right now, you know?” He turned to look at Atticus again with a warm smile, wrinkling his nose a little at the last lingering cloud of smoke. “Did you see her dancing with Puck? That was... Well, something else. Scarring really. And Kurt was saying the secondhand embarrassment from your dad’s typical dad dancing was worse...” Blaine shook his head with a bubble of laughter, squeezing Tic’s shoulder gently.

“I hope you do feel better, you’re the one I want to dance with most.”

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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.

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.”

Blaine

“I’m sure you’re not the awful, musical talent is usually genetic,” Blaine pointed out with a slight waver of his hand while he let his head rest back against the wall for a moment. The water was definitely settling into his system and re-hydrating him, although his body was still struggling between being drunk and sober. “We did acapella... Which I suppose isn’t as lame now as it was back then, but it was fun at least.” There was a soft, reminiscent smile fixed on Blaine’s face as he turned his head to look at Atticus again. Part of him was still worried that he felt so guarded, like revealing anything other than the light hearted history was going to ruin anything. To be fair, Blaine wouldn’t have blamed Atticus for filing a petition against marriage - he brought absolutely nothing to their cosmic joining at all and he certainly wasn’t any sort of catch right now. Little acapella singing Blaine would have been a catch. He was bright, cheery, obnoxiously optimistic and the most hopeless of romantics. He actually took time and pride in his appearance. It was crazy to compare his life now to his life then.

The fist pump left Blaine huffing out another laugh. While it wasn’t the most energetic of laughs - hell, if anything it sounded half hearted and forced - it was definitely genuine. He just felt exhausted, like there were too many worries weighing him down all at once and he couldn’t actually remember the last true belly laugh he’d had. Or the last time he’d not been able to stop laughing. “I don’t know what I was expecting, really,” he admitted quietly, shifting in the chair to make himself more comfortable and force himself to relax into their conversation. After all, Blaine owed Atticus this. He’d been such a good sport over Blaine’s not so great first impression and Blaine was going to be forever grateful for that. Hell, if the alcohol wasn’t clouding his thoughts so much, he probably would have been more inclined to really genuinely thank him for everything he’d done thus far.

“I wouldn’t let the suit fool you,” Blaine offered in way of consolense for Atticus’ sudden joking self deprication. Really, if the circumstances had been any different, he probably would have rather enjoyed Tic’s advances. While Blaine had never quite had a type, he was definitely someone that Blaine would have been drawn to. Although he imagined a lot of people were drawn to him with such an engaging personality and caring persona. “I’m not out of your league at all, if anything, you’re out of my league. Way out of my league in fact. You shouldn’t invent some crazy expectations of me, because I promise you that I’ll break every single one of them. Then you’ll be complaining about your lame soul mate to everyone.” While it was far more self depricating on his part, Blaine couldn’t stop his smile directed in Atticus’ direction. 

Clearing his throat, Blaine reached up to loosen his tie completely and undo the top few buttons. The alcohol diluting from his system was leaving his skin feeling clammy - or maybe it was the sudden realisation that he was coming across as probably some successful business man or someone who was something. It was definitely going to burst Atticus’ bubble once he found out his soul mate was, technically, homeless, jobless and moneyless. He was torn from his thoughts by the sudden contact, eyes following the tender gesture before lifting to look back at his soulmate’s face. For a moment he considered not really responding, because either was would be really personal, but eventually he relented. They were bound, regardless of how reluctant Blaine was to opening up, and he had to get used to that.

“It’s not that I’m not a hug person,” he began, speaking slowly and carefully to try and figure out how to word things to come across correctly. “I’m-- Well, I guess I am a hug person. I’m just also kind of an emotional person? And I’d really prefer not to let the rum get the best of me and my emotions and this crazy roller coaster of a day...” He gave a soft huff f a laugh again, rubbing the back of his neck and grimacing slightly at both his awkwardness and the clammy feeling of his skin under the collar of his shirt. “I’ve already broken glass, spilled drinks and made a fool out of myself. I’d rather not risk the potential floodgate that could come with a hug and really ruin any and all good things between us.” His eyes had fixed on the floor as he spoke, a little too embarrassed to look up and see Atticus’ reaction. “So, I’d like a hug. And I’m certainly not going to tell you to-” Blaine’s voice lowered a little “-fuck off. I just don’t want one right now. Because you don’t need to deal with me today. Another day, you’re more than welcome to. Today is just... Not great.”

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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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

Blaine

“You say that like it’s a joke,” Blaine countered, wriggling a little at the playful nip. He knew confessing that he was a little ticklish on his sides all those years ago would constantly come back to haunt him. Although, really, he couldn’t even bring himself to mind when it was Atticus. Cooper on the other hand? He hated the fact that he used it to his advantage. Always. “You just want the spirit of Nicki to take over your best friend, I see your plan there, Hummel,” he teased softly, genuine affection in the slight shove to Tic’s shoulder as he slumped a little against the wall of his house. He really didn’t want to go inside and break the spell of just ho incredible the evening had actually been. “I’m not twerking for you though,” he deadpanned after a slight pause in the conversation, although the slight twitch of his mouth definitely gave him away.

“I knew it, you just can’t handle all of this,” he jumped back a little dramatically, gesturing to himself with a bright grin fixed on his face. “It’s a lot of responsibility to be friends with me, I understand. Not all can take the pressure. No hard feelings. Just expect some anonymous hate mail for the next few weeks. Totally coincidental.” Blaine couldn’t help but laugh a little louder than he should have at his on ridiculousness - the night’s atmosphere had definite set him off a little more energised than he really should have been. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up drawing his parents out of the house to ruin the evening prematurely. “You’re a decent accessory, I suppose. Shame I have to return you to the date store in return for just my best friend back.”

Blaine leaned into Atticus’ touch with a content sigh. They were both fairly physical people, which meant that their friendship was a lot more outwardly expressed than most. They’d fallen into hugs face first as children and now all they really needed with just a small comforting touch here or there to really put across what a string of words just couldn’t. It was probably the number one reason they worked so well together. And Blaine was going to soak it all up. 

“You always do, you’ve got magical Blaine Anderson happiness dust, I swear,” he stage whispered, chuckling a little to himself as he looked out over the darkness of their neighbourhood contently. Honestly, Blaine couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy. Not that he had an awful life, it was just such an incredible evening. He couldn’t have asked for anything better. He was a little stunned by Atticus’ compliment though, looking at him for a moment in shock before ducking his head with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“You’re very sweet. Was your side mission to make-Blaine-happy to inflate my ego too? Because I don’t think there’s space in the Anderson family for another big egotistical maniac.” Whenever he was slightly uneasy or unsure of how to handle a situation, Blaine always veered towards humour. And this was no different. Quickly, though, he recovered it by pulling his best friend into another hug and tucking his face against his neck with a smile. “Thank you, though. Really. You’re the best friend a guy could ever ask for.”

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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.

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?”

Blaine

There was definitely part of Blaine that was questioning his sanity. After all, a little religious boy - who was book smart, but lacked most general common sense and street awareness - just upping himself and moving to New York? How on Earth was that going to go well? He was lucky that nothing terrible had happened to him yet. But, really, he should have taken his time. Stayed around his home town after being kicked out, research a little more, actually found somewhere to stay... That would have been smart. And he wouldn’t have been half as terrified or unprepared to be met by such characters. Atticus seemed like a lovely guy, he had to admit that but he was far more eccentric than anyone that Blaine had ever met. He was very blunt, open, slightly crass and it was overwhelming. Being in a city with so much noise and so many things that Blaine had never even heard of coupled with such characters... He was definitely starting to regret not being more careful and planning this whole thing out. 

It was all he could do in the midst of his doubts to offer Atticus a warm smile in return, watching the exchange of their hands a little nervously. He was possibly one of the only people outside of his church he’d actually shook hands with - everyone in their town was religious and, even if they didn’t attend regularly, he was pretty sure that they still belonged. Everyone had the same ideals. Their lives were revolved around all things religion based and there was so much trust. Hell, Blaine couldn’t even imagine leaving a door unlocked in this city while back home he couldn’t remember the last time it was locked and their neighbours didn’t just turn up in their kitchen with casseroles and lasagnes in exchange for his mother’s baked goods.

“I can,” he shot back sharply as Atticus responded to his suggestion of a hostel. It was more defensiveness than anything. Thinking of his parents and their lack of faith in his, well, everything, set him on the path to prove people wrong. While he wasn’t what he would call rebellious, he’d certainly rebelled against their beliefs in even suggesting or questioning everything he had. And now he was effectively shunned? He wanted to prove that there was a life outside of it all. That he wasn’t just going to crumble because he’d been pushed away from the comfort of home - even if it wasn’t going so swell right now.

As Atticus explained further, however, he had to really accept that maybe he wasn’t cut out to blindly trust anything. He wanted to apologise for being so quick to protest. Atticus was clearly just trying to help him out, at least he hoped he could put his blind trust in that. Sheepishly, Blaine ducked his head and glanced down the street again to simply avoid catching Atticus’ eye. Thankfully, it so happened that Atticus had mentioned that direction, which gave him a further excuse to just stare down the road with towering and ornate buildings either side of it. Eventually, Blaine exhaled and glanced back at the taller man. He couldn’t go his entire life not trusting anyone here if he was going to make a new life. 

“Okay,” he breathed, turning to grab his bag again before fixing a smile on his face. “But you don’t have to carry anything. And it’s not because I don’t trust you, I just... I’m already being an inconvenience. It would be rude to ask you to haul my things around.” The way in which Atticus was so careful to make sure he was comfortable with taking the offer made Blaine a little less on edge, enough to allow him to laugh a little and shake his head. “I’d be terrible company ten steps behind you. I don’t think you could hear me above all of-” He broke off, gesturing around them at the sheer volume of the city. It wasn’t something he’d ever really considered. Obviously there were more people, more cars, but the sun was setting - surely people would start settling down? 

“I really don’t have anything to repay you with... But I’m handy with tools? And children? Although I’m guessing you don’t have children since you’re not married.” Blaine shrugged a little as he set his bags up ready to follow in step next to the older man. He’d noticed fairly early in their meeting that Atticus didn’t have a wedding band on his finger, which seemed odd considering he was definitely more than a few years older than Blaine and Blaine was heading towards the age where he would be supposed to at least be engaged. “Are you engaged?”

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TEXT → atticus & blaine

ATTICUS: Same thing, Sugar.

ATTICUS: What?

BLAINE: You can use a dictionary when you don't know what something means. It broadens your knowledge. Or at least Google it.

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TEXT → atticus & blaine

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

ATTICUS: You're the best future husby.

BLAINE: You don't have a legal binding yet, I can still escape. Hold back your gloating until at least the I dos.

BLAINE: But, I do love you far too much for your own good.

BLAINE: I'm keeping that text forever. I might even print it. Put it in a nice frame. Refer to it daily.

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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

BLAINE: I sincerely hope you've turned off all of your notifications, otherwise I pity your phone keeping up with them all. I learned that the hard way.

BLAINE: Really, though, from all of this craziness - thank you. I'm most flattered.

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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.

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.”

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.”

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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.

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?”

Blaine

Being late never sat well with either of them. While they weren’t the type to openly express the worries that went through their minds, Blaine was well aware that it happened. They both were. So there was a definite guilt coursing through Blaine at not letting Tic know earlier that he wouldn’t be back until late. There had been countless times where Blaine had forced himself to stay awake, even if he was exhausted, just to see Atticus home safe. He never openly admitted that he’d been terrified that he wouldn’t come back, but it was always there in the back of his mind. Especially since Atticus tended to get the brunt of the physical attacks. Living where they did and having experienced everything under the sun at such young ages, it was no surprise that they internalised a lot of their worries. Hell, a few weeks in the foster system and Blaine knew crying never got him anywhere, complaining got him a good slap and being anything other than a quiet shadow resulted in far worse. 

Their lives weren’t great, not even good by a longshot, but they made it work. They had dreams and hopes that wouldn’t be tarnished by their unfavourable environment. They had each other to lean on and get through it all. Blaine was endlessly grateful that, out of all his terrible luck, he’d met Atticus. 

With fairly lazy reflexes, Blaine grabbed out for the candy bar and flashed Tic a grateful smile. He’d been unable to sneak any leftovers back from the restaurant for them tonight and he’d worked through his lunch break to get homework done - and to avoid actually having to pay for school lunch or anyone questioning anything. “You really should be sleeping,” he murmured, sliding his thumb over the plastic packaging to open it before breaking off just under half and handing the rest back over to Tic as he settled on the edge of Tic’s mattress.

“It wasn’t bad, that guy was in again and gave me a decent tip,” he began, taking a small bite of the candy bar with a satisfied hum, “but then others under tipped or didn’t at all, so...” Blaine had long since accepted that they lived in a part of town where people didn’t have much. Tipping at the restaurant was split between those who tipped and those who didn’t, and Blaine reserved no judgement on those who didn’t. Unless they ordered everything under the sun and made his shift a living nightmare being rushed off his feet to accommodate their requests - then he expected a tip, and a good one at that. “I washed up just to make up for that, thought we could use a little extra.” 

Money had become the epicenter of their world. Everything that Blaine did centralised around finishing high school and earning money to put his share towards their moving fund. He’d spent days figuring out the minimum they would need to make a good successful run at moving to somewhere decent, actually be able to afford a few months rent while looking for jobs that would help cover them... He wanted to be smart about it. As much as he wanted to just leave and go, he couldn’t be that irresponsible.

“Get anything today?” He asked after a brief pause in their conversation. Blaine half didn’t want to know the answer because he was aware of the lengths Tic would go to for money, but at the same time he wanted to know he was safe and okay. “You didn’t run into the troll downstairs, did 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.

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.

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. 

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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.

Atticus

Atticus had, admittedly, a few different intentions when he asked Blaine to prom. Of course, first and foremost, he wanted his best friend to have a good time; it didn’t take much to know that Blaine would be disappointed by not having a date, and instead of selecting one of his cheerleaders to go with on the grounds of who was most likely to hook up with him at the end of the night, he decided the way to promise that both of them would have a good time is that they would go together. And it was true; he knew Blaine better than he knew himself, sometimes, and he knew exactly how Blaine would want the evening to go, so he planned it all out that way. He was a jerk, ninety percent of the time, and Tic knew that, but Blaine was still his best friend and he wanted his best friend to be, well. Happy. That had been a success, which was evident in the way that Blaine was unable to sit still on the ride home, coupled with that look in his eyes, and Atticus couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for helping to make that happen. He couldn’t control everything, but he did what he could.

The other intention, which had him, on more than one occasion throughout the night, taking a moment to scold himself for his own fucking stupidity, was that recently he was becoming a little more aware that maybe–just maybe–he wasn’t as straight as he thought he was. And Atticus really just blamed Blaine for that realization, because it had been on his mind ever since he’d stopped by a New Directions practice and watched one of Blaine’s performances. Which, really, sounds cliche, and it probably was. (In his defense, Blaine was wearing particularly tight jeans that day.) The point of the matter was that his sexuality was in question and it had been Blaine who had riled it up, so not only was he going through a damn sexuality crisis, but there was a very real chance he had feelings for his best friend.

After tonight, he was pretty sure he was right.

Admittedly frustrated about the situation, Atticus kept a tight grip on the wheel and tried to remain cool, because why would Blaine suspect anything different? Blaine was his best friend and it wasn’t like Tic could just fuck that up by being honest. But Blaine had looked really damn good in his suit, and Tic couldn’t deny that he was curious, and that had him oddly quiet on the drive home. He pulled into his own driveway, considering it was simple to get to Blaine’s house just by walking, and he was jolted out of his thoughts by the hand on his thigh.

“What, did Mr. Schue not get you going?” Atticus teased, a smirk on his lips, “because I assumed you’d have a nice series of fantasies about that ass of his. I’m a little shocked. He’s still got it.” Sliding out of the car, Tic circled around to place a hand briefly on Blaine’s back as he began to lead them to the house next door. “Don’t watch anything good without me, but also don’t pick out anything lame. And I’d like to let it be known that I wouldn’t drag you to a questionable motel. You deserve the best. Best Western, at that.” He grinned, sticking his hands in his pockets. “As a Cheerio, I’ve got rhythm out the ass. But I don’t think you wanted me to toss you up in the air during prom, so I did my best with those limitations.”

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.”