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IT’S ALL COMING BACK || ST. BERRY

Tagging: Rachel Berry & Jesse St. James Date: Thursday Night Location: Restaurant and the theater. Notes: Rachel and Jesse have their first date.

Rach Tonight was the night that Rachel was probably going to remember for a while. As she stood in front of her mirror she started curling her hair and telling herself to calm down. She didn't know why she was so nervous, but then again it was like having her first date all over again. Once she was done with her hair and makeup she straightened her black dress before walking into her bedroom and putting on her red heels. It was simple, but classy and she thought she looked good. Taking a deep breath she walked into the kitchen putting everything into her clutch. She didn't know how tonight was going to go and she only hoped that she wouldn't make an idiot out of herself. She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at the door. "One second," she called out as she fixed her hair real quick and looked in the mirror before walking over to the door and smiling when she opened it. "Hi.." she said with a big smile.

Jesse was beyond nervous about how this night would go. He hadn't been on a date in years. This was definitely out of his element but he had to keep reminding himself that if he wanted Rachel, that he had to show her just how good they could be together. He'd spent over an hour making plans for tonight and now it was finally time to go pick Rachel up. Running his hands down the creases of his black dress pants, he checked himself in the mirror and sighed a bit knowing that he was as ready as he was ever going to be. Deciding that he and Rachel would be taking a cab the rest of the evening, Jesse hailed one down and gave the driver Rachel's address. After a short drive he arrived at her place and let the driver know that he'd be needed again before heading upstairs to knock on Rachel's door. When she opened it his jaw almost dropped and he gulped silently as he took her in. "Wow."

Rach shrugged before letting out a laugh at Jesse's reaction. "Do I look okay?" she asked as she looked at him. She stepped back to let Jesse inside as she went to grab her purse. "Ok, now I'm ready," she said brushing a piece of hair out of her face. After locking her door and shutting it she turned to Jesse and smiled. "So do I get a hint about where we are going?" she asked as they walked downstairs and out to the cab. "You look very handsome by the way," she said with a smile when they finally arrived outside.

Jesse felt his cheeks flush slightly as Rachel laughed at him before asking if she looked okay. "You're kidding right?" He mumbled as she stepped inside and moved to get her purse before declaring that now she was ready and leading him out of her apartment. "Well I hope you're hungry." He declared when she asked for a hint and he led her down to the cab. She complimented him on his looks and he smirked before chuckling. "Well I'm glad to know I can still impress."

Rach "I am hungry," she said with a smile before stepping into the cab. "It looks like you can still impress," she said giving him a smirk. She set her purse in her lap before looking out the window letting out a sigh. She really didn't know where they were going, but she trusted that Jesse would take them to a very nice place if they needed to get all dressed up. She could feel her heart in her ears so she let out a breath in order to get the nerves to leave her body. After a moment she looked over at Jesse and smiled at him before taking his hand.

Jesse smiled when Rachel assured him that she was hungry before rattling off an address to the driver. Rachel was looking out the window and he just stared at her, finding it hard to believe that she was finally here with him. After a moment, she met his gaze and then reached over to take his hand. "I really hope you enjoy tonight." He whispered softly. He wanted this to be the best date she'd ever had because he wanted her to know how special she was.

Rach couldn't help but smile at Jesse's words. "I know I'm going to enjoy it," she said as she squeezed his hand. "It'll be perfect," she said with almost a twinkle in her eye. She had not been treated like this in a while and she certainly hadn't had a fancy date in years. "Thank you for tonight," she smiled as she leaned over and kiss his cheek.

Jesse felt his confidence return a little when Rachel assured him that she was going to enjoy it and that it would be perfect. She thanked him and he bit his lip before replying. "You should probably wait for the night to be over for that." He murmured softly. Still, her lips met his cheek and Jesse sighed softly at the sensation. She was certainly something else. It didn't take long for them to get to the restaurant and he paid the driver before moving to help Rachel out of the car, resting his hand gently on her lower back.

Rach let out a giggle before nodding. "I think you're right," she said with a laugh. When they arrived at the restaurant she looked around in awe. When Jesse helped her out of the car she smiled and thanked him before walking into the restaurant. "This is really nice, Jesse," she said as she looked over at him.

Jesse was having a hard time keeping his head cool with the way Rachel was laughing and giggling. As he helped her out of the car he watched her look around in awe and once they headed inside she commented on how nice it is. "One of the best vegan restaurants in the city." He murmured back, giving the hostess his name before she led them to a fairly private table. He needed this night to go well after everything.

Rach looked over at Jesse and raising her eyebrows when he mentioned it was the best vegan restaurant in the city. "Wow.." she said as she followed him to the hostess. When they were at the table she looked around and smiled at him. "This is perfect, Jesse. It really is," she said as she sat down and looked at the menu.

Jesse "Only the best for you." He replied when she declared that this was perfect. "Pick whatever you want." He added assuring her that he wasn't worried about the cost. Whatever she wanted she could have. It wasn't like he didn't have a steady stream of money coming in and his place was his so he didn't have to worry about anything but taxes and utilities.

Rach looked over at him and smiled. "Really?" she asked as she let out a laugh. "Okay," she looked over the menu before setting it down when she picked what she wanted. "I'm glad you asked me out. I haven't had a guy surprise me like this in a while," she said with a shrug. "What are our plans for after dinner?"

Jesse looked over the menu at the same time as Rachel, trying to decide on what he wanted to eat. She mentioned being happy that he asked her out and then asked about their plans for after dinner. "You'll just have to leave that to me." He declared shaking his head. He wasn't about to let her in on that just yet, not when keeping it a secret was going to be so much better.

Rach made a face at him before shaking her head when he wouldn't tell her. This was what she was missing in her life. She was happy and it was like there was a hole in her heart that was starting to be filled again. "You're like a real life Romeo," she said with a laugh. Once the waitress came over Rachel order first before turning back to Jesse. "So..what's been going on with you. Aside from the show and your mom getting work done."

Jesse fought back a laugh at the face Rachel made at him. She mentioned him being a real life Romeo and he shook his head. "I wouldn't say that." He declared placing his order after hers with the waitress. She asked about his life aside from the show and his mom and he shrugged. "Nothing really. When I'm not working on the show or other things my agent set up, I'm just doing solo vocal practice and dance lessons."

Rach scrunched her nose before letting out a giggle. "Alright, not Romeo," she said as she took a sip of her water. When she listened to him talk she nodded when he mentioned singing. "Sounds very much like me," she said with a shrug setting her glass down. "It's been good to be back in the city though, I've missed it too much." Rachel's mind went to everything that happened in Lima and she let out a sigh remembering how her life seemed to be crashing down in only a few months.

Jesse listened as Rachel mentioned how his life sounded very much like her. She added that she had missed being back in the city. Now that he was living here he couldn't imagine being anywhere else. This was his dream life and he wasn't about to give it up for anything. "There's nothing like this city." He agreed, taking a sip of his water.

Rach "No, there isn't," she said with a smile. She started playing with a piece of her hair before looking over at Jesse. "So is there anything you want to know seeing as we haven't really talked in a while," she asked before letting out a laugh because she didn't really know what to say.

Jesse shrugged when Rachel asked if there was anything that he wanted to know since they had been apart for so long. "Tell me anything you think I need to know." He murmured shaking his head. He'd kept light tabs on her but nothing too serious. He knew about Funny Girl and her stupid tv show but that was about it when it came to her life since he last saw her.

Rach smiled before letting out a laugh. "Ok...well my dads are no longer together. That was a shock. And only made my life last year even more depressing," she said as she shrugged before taking a sip of her water. "I've just been trying to live my life I guess. Nothing too special," she said not wanting to bring up anything else that had happened to her like dating Brody or that pregnancy scare that she completely forgot about and never wanted to think about ever again. "I guess I've learned a lot since I graduated high school," she said sipping her drink before looking at Jesse. "What should I know about you?" she asked looking up at him.

Jesse listened as Rachel told him what he had missed, including her dads separating. That took him by surprise and he just reached his hand across the table to hers, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. "Learning a lot is part of growing up." He declared. She asked what she should know about him and he shrugged. "There's really not a whole lot to tell. I've been focusing on trying to get my big break and that's about it."

Rach looked at Jesse took her hand. "Yeah, I just didn't think I would be learning so much in a matter of two years, let alone three days," she said giving him a smile. Rachel laughed when he said he was working on his big break. "Well I think that sounds like a pretty good idea and it seems like you've been getting there. The show seems to be coming along."

Jesse "Been there, done that." He declared reaching for his glass again with his free hand. Rachel mentioned that his efforts seemed like a good idea and that he had been getting there. "It is coming along thankfully." He declared smiling. "Just a few more months and we should be performing 6 days a week and living it up." He was more than ready for that chance, and he was starting to hate how long the whole process took.

Rach nodded as she took a sip of her water before seeing the waitress come over with their food. "I can't wait to see it," she said with a smile. "Trust me the feeling of being on that stage is incredible. I am still in shock that it happened," she said after thanking the waitress for their food.

Jesse smiled and thanked the waitress when she brought their meals out for them. "I can't wait to do it. I know there's absolutely nothing like the rush of performing." He couldn't wait for the standing ovations and to be the person that people were looking up to for his abilities. He couldn't wait for the interviews and everything else that would come with fame.

Rach couldn't help but smile at him at how excited he seemed about performing. "I can't wait to see it and you performing," she said as she started to eat. Her mind wandered to the opening night of Funny Girl and her heart was filled with joy knowing how incredible the feeling was. "Wow, this is really good," she said as she ate.

Jesse smiled softly as Rachel mentioned wanting to see it and him. They both dug into their dinners and she commented on how good it was. "Well I'm glad." He declared. He knew that she didn't have too much experience with men spoiling her and keeping track of her dietary preferences, but it was important to him that she knew that he cared and wanted her to have the best experience possible.

Rach smiled over at him before she finished up her plate and pushed it away. "You did good," she said with a small giggle. "This is all very sweet, by the way," she said when she finished off her water. She didn't even know that she would be able to have a date like this again and yet here she was.

Jesse enjoyed hearing that he had done something right when it came to Rachel. She added that this was all sweet and he smiled lifting her hand up to kiss. "Yeah well you bring out the sweeter side of me." He declared finishing off his dinner before flagging the waitress down and ordering them a shared dessert. Of course they had plans after this but they were still fine on time so he really wasn't worried.

Rach blushed when he kissed her hand. "I like that," she said giving him a smile. When he ordered a shared dessert she looked into his eyes before nodding. It was a very sweet and cute gesture that she loved. Once the waitress came over the dessert she smiled and took the spoon and started eating it. "Well you definitely know how to get to a girls heart," she giggled before putting some whipped cream on his nose.

Jesse was grateful that all of Rachel's reactions to his gestures seemed to be positive ones. Their dessert was brought over quickly and Rachel started to eat it declaring that he knew how to get to a girls heart. "The only one I want is yours." He whispered wiping the cream off his nose that Rachel had placed there. It certainly wasn't hard to pay attention and do things that he was sure she would like.

Rach smiled at him as she ate. "And I think you might have it," she said back before setting the spoon down when she was done. She let out a sigh as she leaned on the table. "I would ask what we're doing next, but I have a feeling you aren't going to tell me."

Jesse shivered slightly and had to close his eyes when Rachel declared that he might have it. She leaned on the table and declared that she would ask what they were doing next but that she had a feeling he wouldn't say. "Your feeling is right." He declared smirking and taking another bite of the dessert. It was good despite being vegan and he smiled at her before moving to pay the check since they were both done.

Rach let out a giggle when she saw his reaction. "I don't get a hint?" she asked with a pout even though she knew it wouldn't work. Rachel let out a sigh when Jesse finally paid and she looked at her purse. "So are we ready to go?" she asked with a smile even though she had no idea where they were going.

Jesse "Nope. No hints." He declared paying the bill before slipping his card back in his wallet. She asked if they were ready to go and he nodded, leading her out of the building and hailing a cab once they were outside. Quietly he told the driver the address and then settled back into the seat to relax and do his best to just enjoy tonight without worrying too much.

Rach smiled as she followed him out of the restaurant and into the cab. She settled back into the seat and leaned against Jesse a little as she looked out the window wondering where on earth they were going. "Not even a little hint?" she asked looking up at Jesse.

Jesse "No, not even a little hint." He declared shaking his head. "Have patience Rachel, you said you liked surprises." He really didn't want to tell her until they were there. It wasn't anything major, but he thought it would be fun. It didn't take long for them to pull up to the theater that his show was going to be in and he waved at the security man at the stage door before leading Rachel inside where there was a stereo set up and fairy lights strung around the space.

Rach "I know, but this is killing me," she said with a laugh before she noticed where they were when they pulled up to the theater. She made a face before following Rachel into the theater. "Jesse..." she let out as she looked around at all the lights. "It's beautiful," she said as she looked at him and smiled. She couldn't remember the last time a guy did this for her, but she loved it.

Jesse wasn't going to give into Rachel no matter how much she whined at him. She followed him into the theater and then breathed his name when she saw what he had done. "I thought maybe you'd like to dance with me." He declared moving over to the stereo and turning it on. Theater was something that had brought them together and when he'd had so much trouble trying to figure out where to take her he decided to take advantage of his connections.

Rach watched him turn on the stereo and nodded. "I would love to dance with you," she said with a smile as she stepped closer to Jesse. It was the perfect date and if she could have a date anywhere it would definitely be in a theater. "I have to say this is perfect. I love it."

Jesse got a soft romantic song playing and then moved to pull Rachel into his arms. "Good, I'm glad." He murmured pressing a kiss to her head. This was absolutely amazing and while she was hard to impress he was glad that clearly he had managed to do it tonight. He wanted her to feel spoiled, and even if this wasn't the most expensive date he could have planned, it was focused on her, on them.

Rach wrapped her arms around him and shut her eyes for a moment when he kissed her head. She couldn't have asked for a better date and to be with someone like Jesse. She let her head rest on his shoulder as she listened to the music playing. Rachel smiled to herself before lifting her head and looking at Jesse. "This is the first time in a long time that I've felt special, thank you," she smiled knowing that her eyes were glistening a little with tears.

Jesse just swayed softly with Rachel in his arms, taking advantage of the time he had here with her. She mentioned that this was the first time in awhile that she felt special and as she looked up at him he saw that she was nearly crying. "Hey. None of that." He replied brushing his thumb under her eyes. "No crying on me Berry."

Rach couldn't help but laugh when he told her to not cry. "I'm sorry, it's just really sweet," she said with a chuckle before she took a breath so that she would not start doing an ugly cry. "This is perfect," she said as she looked at him.

Jesse watched as she composed herself in his arms, apologizing. "Does that mean I get a kiss on the first date?" He asked her playing with her hair gently and just tugging her waist a tiny bit closer to his body. She was so addicting that he couldn't help but want to experience everything with her even though he knew that they were going slowly.

Rach made a face before letting out a laugh when he pulled her closer to him. "I think you have earned yourself a kiss on the first date," she said scrunching up her nose a little before giggling. Rachel did not expect anything less from him and he definitely earned a kiss for everything that he put together. "I mean if you don't want one, that's fine," she said trying to keep a straight face.

Jesse couldn't help but smirk when she told him that he had earned one and then giggled. "Definitely want one." He replied, still moving slightly even as he dropped his mouth to hers after tilting her chin up to look at him. It was soft and light but it lit a spark in him and made him sigh softly against her mouth. He really loved kissing her and had missed it a lot.

Rach laughed before wrapping her arms around Jesse again. When he leaned in to kiss her she pulled in a breath before letting it out. Something about this kiss was different than their last one, it was almost like she needed more, but stopped herself from doing anything the two of them would regret. As she kissed him her hand started playing with the hair on the back of his head out of habit. After a few moments she pulled away and smiled at him keeping him close. "Wow.." she said before letting out a laugh. She didn't know what to say and honestly all she really wanted to do was kiss him all night after that.

Jesse almost groaned at the feeling of Rachel's fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. It felt so good and he knew that he had to focus on controlling himself because slipping would be far too easy. "Wow is right." He declared rubbing her back before kissing her forehead and pulling away to change the song. He needed that moment of space to help control himself. "Have you ever thought about having sex on a stage?" He asked after a moment. "And I don't mean tonight, just in general."

Rach looked at him with wide eyes at what he said. "No...maybe," she said before laughing. She stood there with her arms crossed with a smirk on her face. "Of course you don't mean tonight, of course not," she laughed as she walked over to him. "Why have you?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him.

Jesse had clearly taken her by surprise with the question and she declared no before correcting that to a maybe before starting to laugh. "Of course I have." He murmured. "I mean come on, the stage is like home to me. I love performing and of course I've thought about having a little fun on a stage sometime." He didn't think it was too odd. After all it wasn't like he meant in front of an audience.

Rach shook her head at what he said. "That sounds plausible," she said with a giggle before she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him again. "It does sound different, but I'll decline the offer right now," she said as she kissed his cheek.

Jesse licked his lips as Rachel moved close to him and then declared that she would decline the offer right now. "Good, because I wasn't offering right now." He declared turning his head to kiss her lips after she kissed his cheek. "But you know, it's something to think about." He wasn't sure if planting the seed in his head would get him anywhere but if she happened to think about it later, he couldn't complain.

Rach "Ha..I'll think about it," she said rolling her eyes a little. She pecked his lips before moving a piece of hair away from his eyes. "So can we officially call us a thing now?" she asked with a smile as she touched his cheek. "Like I could call you my boyfriend?"

Jesse nodded when she declared that she would think about it and rolled her eyes. A moment later she asked if they could call themselves a thing now, if she could call him her boyfriend. "If you want to." He whispered though this was definitely unfamiliar territory for him. He hadn't been anyone's boyfriend in a long time and he was nervous about it even if there was nothing he wanted more.

Rach "Then I will," she said as she leaned in and kissed him again. Sure she was nervous because she hadn't had a girlfriend title in a while. Hell she didn't even know if what she had with Sam was considered being boyfriend/girlfriend. "I promise I won't screw it up this time," she said when she pulled away from him. "I don't want to screw it up."

Jesse nodded when Rachel declared that she would call them boyfriend/girlfriend. "I don't want to screw it up either. I don't mind the label but we definitely still need to take things slow and not rush them." He declared stealing one more kiss before starting them into a simple waltz as the music changed. There was nothing like being with her like this.

Rach nodded at Jesse's words when he mentioned still taking things slow. "I agree. I don't want to rush anything. We're going to do this the right way with no other distractions," she said as she started to dance again. "Where did you learn how to waltz?" she asked with a giggle when the were moving to the music.

Jesse was glad that Rachel agreed with him about taking things slow. That meant that they were going to do things the right way and that their chances of it working were stronger because they were on the same page from the start. She asked he had learned how to waltz and he raised an eyebrow at her, smirking. "Did you seriously just ask me that?" He asked her shaking his head and chuckling. "A) I'm a St. James, and B) I'm a professional, and that includes knowing every style of dance I can."

Rach made a face when he spoke. "Yes, I did just seriously ask you that," she said with a laugh. When he mentioned being a professional she rolled her eyes a little. "Hey, I haven't gotten that far yet. I'm surprised I even learned the tango at NYADA with how Cassandra July treated me." She laughed as she followed his lead before she started humming to the music.

Jesse spun her around a little as she mentioned that she hadn't gotten that far yet and that she was surprised she had even managed to get the tango with her dance instructor. "The waltz really isn't that complicated." He assured her guiding her through the simple rhythmic step as they moved across the stage floor. "Pretty sure I learned it when I was like 14. I've taken a few lessons lately just to brush up. Though mostly my focus has been on hip hop because of this show."

Rach "I should have taken some lessons," she said with a giggle. "I will say you're very lucky you never had her as an instructor," she said shaking her head at the memories. As she got the memories out of her head she couldn't help but laugh when he spoke about the hip hop he needed to learn for his current show. "Can I say I'm very excited to see you do hip hop," she said teasing him a little. She stopped laughing for a moment trying not to be too mean, but she couldn't help it.

Jesse "One benefit of not being accepted to NYADA." He declared shrugging. Though he was sure that he would have done just fine because he had the drive to make it through anything. She teased him about seeing him do hip hop and he gently wacked her arm before shaking his head. "I do just fine with hip hop." He declared. Of course it had taken some work but when he really got into character it was quite easy to pull off.

Rach "Hey, no hitting!" she giggled before nodding when he mentioned that he was doing fine with hip hop. "Okay, I believe you. I'm impressed because let's face it I don't think I could ever do hip hop." She laughed as she spun herself around before landing back in his arms again.

Jesse rolled his eyes at her before smiling with pride when she said she was impressed. "You'd be amazed what you can pull off when you truly get in character. Jesse St. James may not be a hip hop person but Tino is and when I'm him, it just is completely different." She spun and moved back into his arms and he just squeezed her a little tighter, enjoying having her there.

Rach nodded at his words. "Of course. I have no doubt. Though it wasn't hard for me with Fanny because I've been mimicking the role since I was five," she said bringing back her high school Rachel again. When he squeezed her tighter she giggled before kissing him again. "Should I apologize again for not taking the role?" She asked when she pulled away from him.

Jesse wasn't surprised at all that Rachel hadn't had any problems with Fanny because the character was more like her than she probably realized. She kissed him again and then asked if she should apologize for not taking the role. "No. You did what you felt was best for you and as much as I'd love to have you up here with me, that's what you did and I could never fault you for that."

Rach knew he was right and it took a lot for her to turn down the role, but school was where she needed to do in order to be the best. "Good and if it makes you feel any better it was a very hard decision to turn down the role," she smiled before resting her head on his shoulder to just enjoy being with him. She let out a breath as she seemed to relax in his arms. They were both happy and that's all she wanted was for them to be happy.

Jesse He just nodded when she mentioned that turning down the role had been hard for her. They continued to dance awhile longer and he just continued to play with her hair as they swayed. "Come on. It's getting late. I should get you home." He declared. She might not have school tomorrow but he was sure that she had other things to do and since it was getting late, they should head to her place to say their goodnights.

Rach looked at him when he spoke and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea," she smiled when they stopped dancing. "This night was perfect," she said as she took his hand and headed outside. When a cab was there she got in and told the driver her address before looking over at Jesse and leaning into him a little. As she approached her building she let out a sigh before looking at Jesse. "You want to walk me up?"

Jesse turned the radio off and left everything else in place knowing that the staff would take care of it before rehearsals tomorrow. They hailed a cab and Rachel gave the driver her address. When they got to her building she asked if he would walk her up and he nodded, murmuring to the driver that he would be back in a minute. He definitely wanted to say a proper goodnight after tonight and he also wanted to make sure that she made it safely inside.

Rach smiled taking his hand before leading him up to her apartment. When she reached her door she turned to Jesse and smiled. "Tonight was perfect. Thank you," she said as she leaned in and kissed him.

Jesse "Goodnight Rachel." He replied kissing her back and draping an arm around her waist. "I'm glad you enjoyed tonight." It made him feel good to know that he really could make her happy and that she really did want to be with him. "Now go get some rest. I'm sure you have a billion things to do tomorrow." He declared stealing one more kiss before backing away from the door.

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Fall into these arms | Atticus & Blaine

who ➛ Atticus Hummel & Blaine Anderson

when ➛ 12/28, evening

where ➛ Jay Fabray's party & The Anderson's

what ➛ Blaine gets a tiny bit drunk and things happen

warnings ➛ b sucks at summaries, but shs.

Atticus was pretty sure this was the first time in a long time that he'd been to a party sober. This was certainly the first New Years Eve he'd spent sober since he started drinking; then again, he was pretty sure sobriety was worth it if it meant he got to keep seeing Blaine Anderson so uninhibited. Honestly, his motivations for bringing the boy to the party had been entirely innocent; he wanted to be this guy's friend, and he wanted people to get off of his back for being in glee club, and if that meant Atticus was parading him around at Jay Fabray's big party? Well, then so be it. Atticus was so damn thrilled with himself for bringing Blaine so far out of his shell (or... Okay, bringing him the beers that got him out of his shell) that he didn't even care if he was soberly dancing like an idiot to keep up with his friend.

Blaine had been fairly excited at the prospect of this party, which had been kind of surprising. He did enjoy the rare opportunities to let his hair down, so to speak, and enjoy other people's company but he was never really one for parties. At least, not the parties that the Cheerios threw. All too often he was excluded from them, along with his fellow Glee Club members and he was left seeing the occasional post on Facebook and wondering just what was so great about them. Now, however, he was starting to see the appeal. He'd spent most of the night with a beer in his hand, although he'd lost track of what number he was on several hours ago; all he could tell was that his lips were numb, his brain was fuzzy and he felt fantastic. He'd spent most of the night dancing - his drunken self had decided that waving his head around the best possible way of dancing, and he'd been stuck doing that for a while now. Thankfully, he'd had company for most of that time, and he lifted his head to grin dopily over at the boy in question. "S'fun!" He nodded, swaying slightly although he couldn't tell if that was down to his rather graceless moves or the alcohol. "This should happen all the time!"

Atticus laughed, nose scrunched as he watched Blaine waver. He had a feeling that if he didn't step in and take some sort of responsibility, he'd spend a good portion of the rest of the night taking care of a very sick Anderson. "I agree, Tiger," he called back, stopping his dancing and, instead, stepping forward to loop an arm around Blaine's waist. "C'mon," he said, smirking, "we should get some air." The house was crowded- as much as Atticus wasn't really into the whole exclusion of other social groups, the fact that this party was open to the entire school was a little bit of a hindrance- and stepping outside was just as much for his own good as for Blaine's. As much as he loved people, he was really inching close to his limit.

Blaine grinned widely at the nickname, twirling and only just stopping himself from crashing into the person next to him when a steady arm encircled his waist. He leant into his friend's body, still swaying to the beat and suddenly extremely confused about where they were going. "Huh?" He blinked, his brow furrowed in concentration as they started to make their way out of the throng of people. "But...dancing." He turned his head, staring at the spot they'd just been. His lower lip jutted out in a small pout as he turned back to face the front, tripping over his feet slightly and quickly throwing an arm around Atticus' shoulders to keep himself upright. "We can dance again, right?" He asked, his gaze now trained on the floor so that he didn't fall over anything.

Atticus bit back a laugh, tightening his grip around Blaine to keep the boy upright. "I promise there'll be more dancing," he assured him, eyebrow cocked. "The night's still young, after all." He grabbed his leather jacket from where he'd discarded it over the back of a nearby chair earlier, pulling away long enough to drape it over Blaine's shoulders before tugging him outside. He shivered, though he felt better after separating himself from the crowd, and he grinned wider. "Are you having fun?" he asked, though he could tell from the look on Blaine's face that he was- even if it was alcohol induced. "I was hoping you wouldn't feel weird or anything."

Blaine couldn't even disguise the glee he felt when Atticus promised there'd be more dancing a bit later on. Even sober he loved getting up on a dance floor and busting out a couple of moves, even if it wasn't exactly his forte, but apparently once he'd gotten a few drinks inside him he was even worse. All too quickly he felt the steady, reassuring presence by his side disappear and his arms flailed, his body threatening to tip forwards until his friend's arm was around him once again. There was also something over his shoulders but there was no way he could figure out what that was yet. The cold air hit him hard the moment they moved outside, and he shuddered. "So much fun." He was quick to reassure Atticus, his smile still in place. "You've been a wonderful dance partner." Normally that might have sounded polite, but with the amount he was slurring it didn't really have the same effect, still he had to try! "Can we...should probably sit." His smile slipped as he nodded to himself and he began to notice that the world was tipping. When had he gotten on a rollercoaster? Did the Fabrays have one of those in their garden? That was pretty awesome!

Atticus smiled brightly, holding onto Blaine tighter as he felt him unsteady in his arms. He probably shouldn't have let Blaine drink so much- he guessed the boy didn't have much experience with alcohol- but he was glad that he didn't have any alcohol himself just in case things went wrong. "You're quite the dancer yourself," he quipped back, smiling wider, holding it in place even when Blaine wavered on the spot. "Mhm, c'mon, Scout," he hummed, leading him over to a porch swing. He sat down first, holding the bench steady for Blaine to sit, and he held his arm open as an invitation. "Better?"

Blaine visibly preened at the compliment, lifting himself to his full (although not exactly substantial) height. "Why thank you." He grinned, wobbling again as they made their way over to the swing. He sank down onto it gratefully, reaching out to grip onto the arm in an attempt to hold himself steady. He could practically feel the alcohol flowing through his system, making everything feel so different. He felt as though he could do anything, be anything. There was nothing that could stop him now that he had a couple of beers down him. "Mm." He hummed, turning his head to see the other boy opening his arms. It didn't take much to get him to release the arm of the porch swing and cuddle up close to the other boy, his head resting on his shoulder. "Much better."

Atticus let the swing rock gently as he closed his arm around Blaine, tugging him closer and trying to keep him warm. Alcohol in and of itself was good at keeping a person warm, but he wanted his friend to be as comfortable as possible. And, anyways, he had given his coat up and was entirely sober, so honestly the closeness was benefiting him just as much. Naturally. "Definitely better," he murmured, glancing back towards the house before looking up at the sky. "I think I might have to take you to more parties," he commented, grinning. "Especially if it'll earn me porch swing snuggles."

Blaine closed his eyes as the seat swung gently, although there really wasn't much difference in the gentle rocking of the swing and the constant spinning of the world around him. He lifted his arm and let it wrap gently around the other boy's chest, as he tried to move even closer. It already felt warm outside, but there was something about cuddling up with another person that was just so addictive. He wanted to be closer and, honestly, never leave the embrace. "You'll always get porch swing snuggles." He nodded against Atticus' shoulder, "You're an awesome snuggler."

Atticus laughed quietly, tightening his grip on Blaine. The year had been awful in terms of homophobia; people left him well enough alone but with everything that had happened with his brother and Maddox, as well as with Blaine, his desire to make people happy had increased tenfold. He wasn't sure what his fascination with going so far to keep Blaine happy was, but something about the boy's smile just made him feel better. Like he was doing something right. Grinning, he scrunched his nose teasingly. "Yeah? Hope you mean that, 'cause when you're sober I'm going to remind you of this moment. You'repretty good at this yourself. Do you have a lot of experience in porch swing snuggles?"

Blaine "'Course I mean it." He replied indignantly, lifting his head so that his chin rested on Atticus' shoulder and he was watching the other boy's face with bleary eyes. "Snuggles should happen all the time." His tone was serious, and he nodded slowly. "All the time." Blaine had always enjoyed cuddling - well, more accurately he enjoyed most forms of physical contact. It reassured him in a way that words simply couldn't. A simple touch to his shoulder could see the tension bleed from his body, and a cuddle...well, he loved nothing more. "Only pretty good?" He teased, grinning at his friend. "Would you prefer it if you were my first experience of porch swing snuggles?" He couldn't stop the lisp forming on the last two words, but he ignored it.

Atticus looked down at Blaine, eyes wide and happy. He was also a physical person; when he was younger, he depended on the presence of someone at all times. He did better on his own, now, but he most certainly preferred company. Being affectionate with people was just natural to him, and he hardly even thought anything of it. "Mhm. I'm afraid if I upgraded you from that then you'd get cocky, and then I'd have to share you." He winked, his smile widening. "Honestly? Yeah. I most definitely would prefer it." He cocked his head. "Am I?"

Blaine snorted, his hand starting to move of it's own accord and his fingers started to stroke Atticus' side gently. "I would not get cocky!" He wanted to pretend to be affronted, but it was kind of difficult to get the grin off his face when he felt so content being wrapped up in someone's arms. "But you're right, if my cuddling prowess becomes known then everyone will want some." The only people he'd cuddled with before were his brothers, and even that had died down a bit now. "You are." He confirmed, his gaze slipping from Atticus' eyes to his lips before he could even stop it. He stared for a moment, his foggy mind suddenly full of thoughts of what those lips would feel like against his own. That...well, that was new. Well, at least he wasn't going to make a fool of himself over this. "Really want to kiss you." Ah.

Atticus chuckled breathlessly, reaching around to trail his fingers gently up and down Blaine's arm. "Mhm, can't have everyone lining up for your attention. I kind of like having it," he replied cheekily, sticking his tongue out playfully before the next statement came, much to his surprise. He raised his eyebrow. He most certainly was not opposed to that; Blaine was absolutely beautiful and it had certainly crossed his mind, but he wasn't expecting the feelings to be returned. He took a deep breath and ducked his head down. "Yeah?" he asked, licking his lips, "are you sure?"

Blaine sighed happily when he felt fingers brushing against his arm; it was odd that even though his whole body felt numb that soft touch sent a ripple through him. "You'll have to work for that attention." He teased, his gaze flickering between the tongue currently presented to him and Atticus' eyes. They were really pretty eyes. Yeah, Blaine liked his eyes. And his hair. And his mouth. And his everything. His everything was pretty incredible. At the question he nodded vigorously before he had to stop, his vision swimming. "Really, really sure." He murmured once the world was righted. He watched the progress of Atticus' tongue swiping across his lips, transfixed by the sight.

Atticus parted his lips slightly, flicking his gaze from Blaine's mouth to his eyes. Shit. "I'll gladly work for your attention," he murmured, feeling a small twist in his stomach at the idea that that wasn't even a line, but no, now was not the time to dwell. "Mkay," he replied, because he was not going to pass up this opportunity, and he reached forward, resting his free hand on Blaine's cheek. Slowly, he dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to his lips, letting it linger before he pulled back just enough to whisper, "how about now?"

Blaine should have laughed at that, or rolled his eyes at the line but he really couldn't bring himself to care too much. His mind was transfixed instead on the sudden, aching need to kiss Atticus. He'd never felt like this before, not really. He'd had crushes on people, obviously, but he'd never been this close to them. He'd felt such a strong pull or desire for a physical connection. He'd never gotten completely distracted by watching the way their lips moved to form words. All too suddenly his friend was leaning closer and Blaine had just enough time to close his eyes again before they were kissing. Oh wow, he was kissing someone. He was actually kissing someone! Somewhere deep inside him he knew his sober self was going to be annoyed for wasting his first kiss on a drunken encounter that probably meant nothing, but what did it matter right now? Soon they pulled apart and he whined, needing more and needing it now. He didn't even bother to reply, instead he leant forwards and caught his friend's lips again. It was quick, inexperienced and far too enthusiastic but the heat and sparks flowing through his body at the contact were enough to stop any possible embarrassment.

Atticus let out a surprised noise at Blaine's enthusiasm, and he didn't even care that there was an obvious lack of experience behind it; all that really mattered was that it was clear that this was wanted and he tilted his head to the side so their lips slotted together more naturally. He kissed a lot of people- if he'd been drinking and hadn't come with Blaine there was a chance he'd have made out with several people by now, honestly- but there was something different, something better about this that he couldn't put his finger on, but right now he couldn't even give a shit. Atticus opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss, bringing his free hand up to the back of Blaine's neck, trying to pull him even closer.

Blaine had honestly never done this before. He'd gotten drunk on a couple of occasions, but he'd never found anyone he could do this with. He'd never allowed himself to just enjoy something so simple as kissing someone - there had never been anyone who'd seemed interested either. Now, here he was, cuddled up on a porch swing at a party with someone he considered a friend, making out. He really hadn't seen this happening when he'd dressed for the occasion a few hours earlier. When Atticus' hand met the back of his neck he tilted his head slightly, trying to improve he angle, whilst his own hand left his friend's side and reached up to tangle in his hair. He kept his lips moving against Atticus', trying to keep up with the pace and suddenly very glad that he was drunk. At least he could blame any mess ups on that...hopefully.

Atticus groaned quietly when he felt the hand tangle in his hair and he gave Blaine a gentle tug, attempting to prompt him to straddle his lap so neither of them had to crane their necks. He slipped his tongue into Blaine's mouth, then, trying to chase the taste of the boy behind the layer of alcohol. It occurred to him that Blaine was incredibly drunk and probably wouldn't do this soberly, and Atticus felt a pang of something (annoyance, he supposed, over the fact that he wouldn't have this under different circumstances) that he tried to conceal by deepening the kiss again, groaning again.

Blaine took a while to understand exactly why the other boy was tugging him, especially once Atticus' tongue was suddenly in his mouth and he was lost in myriad of new sensations. Tentatively he lifted his own tongue, brushing it against Atticus' before something finally clicked. He pulled back briefly, although it was incredibly difficult to do so, and with far too much concentration he managed to swing a leg over the other boy's lap. Soon he was settled on his thighs and he leant down, quickly capturing Atticus' lips again before he could allow himself to really think about how they were currently settled. For once he was extremely glad he wasn't sober.

Atticus grinned, his hands hooking around the backs of Blaine's legs as they settled into their new position. He pulled back, trailing his lips instead across Blaine's hot skin, making a line up his jaw line. "Fucking gorgeous," he mumbled, dipping his head down to latch onto the junction between Blaine's neck and shoulder, sucking the skin up into his mouth. "Incredible." He connected their lips again, bringing one of his arms up to wrap tightly around the other boy's waist while his other hand reached up to tangle in his hair.

Blaine 's head tipped back when he felt lips along his jaw, the sensation was dulled slightly thanks to the alcohol but it still felt pretty incredible. A breathy moan left his parted lips when Atticus' mouth moved lower to his neck and then found a particular patch of skin at the bottom. His fingers tightened in the other boy's hair in response to the compliments, knowing there was nothing more he could actually say without looking a complete fool. In fact, he doubted he could actually string more than two words together. Once Atticus released his neck Blaine quickly met his lips again, his tongue tangling enthusiastically with Atticus'. He could feel a hand in his hair but for once it didn't startle or irritate him, instead it made something bubble beneath his skin. He wanted to be closer.

Atticus sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth, his fingers working to loosen the gel so he could get a better hold on the boy's hair. This was drunk and sloppy but still so incredibly perfect, and he hoped to God that he could charm his way into getting this back again when they were both good and sober. Because, hell, all he wanted to do right now was get Blaine to make those fucking noises again, only louder and sober and far more uninhibited and hopefully on a bed- clothes or no clothes. He didn't know how many boys had gotten to see him so free, but a large part of him wanted to be the only one who saw that now. Shit.

Blaine groaned at the pressure against his tongue, and his other hand fluttered at his side before he lifted it to rest against the side of Atticus' neck. His fingers traced against the pulse he could feel beating hard and fast beneath the skin, as his lips continued to move against his friend's. His whole body felt as though it was on fire; he had never wanted something so much and that was a terrifying thought. He was drunk and he shouldn't be doing this, but how could he stop when it felt so good? It took a great effort but eventually, when the need to breathe became overwhelming, he pulled back and rested his forehead against Atticus', panting hard.

Atticus groaned audibly at the loss of contact, their breaths mingling between them. He itched to chase the kiss again but he didn't, as was his better judgment, and instead pressed a soft closed-mouthed kiss to the corner of Blaine's mouth. "Hey there," he murmured, bringing both arms around his middle to pull him closer, the embrace intimate but relatively innocent. "Are you okay?" He felt that the night was drawing to a close for the two of them, if only because he feared what might happen if Blaine didn't start to properly sober up, but he absolutely did not want to leave the embrace.

Blaine felt something stir in his chest when Atticus kissed the corner of his mouth, and he found his head turning, trying to chase the other boy's lips even though he'd been the one to break the kiss. "Hey." He breathed back, grinning widely as he kept his eyes closed. "Mm." He nodded gently, his forehead rubbing gently against Atticus'. "So okay. Really okay. So awesomely okay." As he finished speaking he started to giggle, ducking his head slightly.

Atticus laughed, because fuck, this guy was adorable, even when he was drunk. He fought the inclination to chase the kisses again and instead tightened his hold, smiling brightly. "Good," he said matter-of-factly, clutching tightly to him. "What do you think, then? More dancing? More kissing? Or shall I return you safely to your home?" He didn't fancy the idea of ending the night- actually, all he really wanted to do was resume that kissing- but he figured he ought to set the option out, just in case.

Blaine lifted his head when Atticus started to laugh as well, his grin wide and he finally opened his eyes, however, when the questions were posed his lips pursed in thought. "All of the above?" He answered after a moment, before his world spun quickly around him again. "Sleepy dancing kissing." That sounded like fun. Sleep sounded like a really great idea, but so did getting to dance with his friend again...and kissing him again. Kissing was good. Blaine liked kissing.

Atticus raised an eyebrow, deciding that it was probably best to get Blaine home if any inclination to sleep was seeping into the equation. Unable to stop himself, he leaned up to capture Blaine's lips in another kiss, holding the embrace before slowly pulling away. "C'mon, let's get you home," he murmured, loosening his grip as he gave Blaine a soft nudge. "The dancing will be a terrible idea, I think, so we'll have to save that for another day."

Blaine frowned at the thought of having to move, he was actually surprisingly comfy and the constant buzz of heat beneath his skin was pretty pleasant. He didn't know if he wanted to let that go so soon. "Noooooo." He whined, his arms falling to Atticus' shoulders and he placed his head into the crook of his neck. He nuzzled his nose against the other boy's skin, ignoring the nudges that were trying to get him to move.

Atticus huffed a chuckle, quite torn between forcing Blaine up and to the car and letting him just stay. The nudges solidified it, however, because he felt entirely helpless to such innocent gestures of affection and he couldn't bring himself to push the matter further. "Okay, okay," he murmured, gently stroking his fingers through the other's hair, "c'mon, make yourself comfortable. Time for round two of porch-swing-snuggles."

Blaine grinned in triumph when the other boy gave in and he breathed in deep, taking in the scent of Atticus' cologne and deciding that he definitely liked it. He'd have to ask what it was sometime. "Yay." He murmured, shifting his right leg back over Atticus' lap, so that both his legs could stretch out across the porch swing whilst he still remained in Atticus' lap. He kept his face pressed into his friend's neck, his arms looped around his shoulders and his eyes closed. This was nice. He could get used to it. Maybe. It didn't take long, thanks to soft fingers stroking through his hair, for him to drift off.

Atticus waited for Blaine to get comfortable before he slumped down, absentmindedly stroking through Blaine's hair. He wasn't surprised when he felt Blaine's breath even out against his neck and he smiled gently, cocking an eyebrow. "C'mon, Kid," he murmured, shifting so one arm was underneath Blaine's legs and the other was looped around his waist. Thanking everything in his might for Coach Sylvester and her insistence that he build remarkable upper-body strength, it didn't take much effort for him to stand, grabbing onto his jacket with some difficulty. Carefully, Atticus carried him around to the front of the house to where his car sat unlocked (not the smartest idea on his part, but hey, no one stole it or threw up in it- hopefully) and he was able to get the door open without dropping his friend. He set Blaine in the passenger's seat and fastened the belt before closing the door and circling around to climb in on the driver's side.

Blaine barely stirred when Atticus lifted him up, the alcohol keeping him dozing all the way to the car. It wasn't until the warmth of his friend's body disappeared that he woke up enough to blink blearily around him. He noted that he was back in a car and when he rolled his head he saw that Atticus was in the seat opposite. He turned his body towards the other boy, thoroughly missing the physical contact. "Where we going?" He asked quietly, his eyelids already drooping again.

Atticus fastened his own seatbelt and fired up the car, turning down the radio to a low level so he wasn't disturbing Blaine. When he heard the voice, he looked over with a small grin, reaching up to place a comforting hand on his arm. "Home," he replied, removing the hand and pulling out onto the road. "You've got your house key, right? I'll make sure you get inside and into bed."

Blaine hummed, unable to stop his eyes closing the second Atticus touched his arm. "Into bed? I'm not some floozy, Mr. Hummel." He snorted, before he started to giggle, turning his head into the back of the seat. Oh wow, he was really, really drunk.

Atticus barked out a laugh, unable to help himself. "Of course you aren't, Mr. Anderson," he quipped back, shaking his head slowly. "You're a respectable young man and I would never insinuate anything different." Before long he was pulling into the Anderson's driveway for the second time that night, killing the ignition and rushing over to Blaine's side of the car, opening the door. "Come on, Tiger. Let's get you inside."

Blaine "Exactly. I, sir, am a gentleman." His shoulders shook with laughter, as he tried to quiet himself. All too soon they were pulling into a familiar drive and when he looked over towards the driver's seat Atticus was gone, he turned his head and spotted him coming around the side of the car. "Mkay." He nodded, unclicking the seatbelt on the forth try and stepping out of the car gracelessly. He kept a hand against the side of the car to keep him upright as he dug in his pocket for his key. Once he got hold of them the pulled them out of his jeans and held them aloft, before he started to march towards the front door. He was weaving this way and that but eventually he reached the front door, however, getting the key into the keyhole was a whole other ball game.

Atticus looped his arm around Blaine's waist to try and keep him steady, reaching up to grab the key to unlock the door himself. "Try to be quiet," he whispered, pressing a casual kiss to the side of Blaine's head as he lead them inside, shutting the door behind him. The Andersons lived in a huge house but he luckily remembered where the correct room was from when he came in to see the bow ties earlier, so he quietly held Blaine close and steady as he made his way there. Reaching in, Atticus flicked a light on before loosening his grip on Blaine. "There. You okay, or do you want me to stay until you're in bed?"

Blaine nodded, lifting a finger to his lips and making a shushing noise. They did need to be quiet, otherwise his parents would kill him. They hated the idea of any of their children getting drunk, and he knew he'd end up grounded if they saw him right now. Not to mention if they found him with another boy leading him up to his bedroom. He stayed close to Atticus, leaning on him probably more than necessary until they reached his room. He blinked as the light was switched on, "Stay." He replied quickly, not really wanting to say goodbye just yet. "Please stay for a bit." He smiled over at his friend, leaning closer so he could rest his head on his shoulder again.

Atticus nodded quietly, unable to find the willpower to fight the request. Nothing would happen here- he wouldn't let it, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss the boy senseless again- but he was a sucker for someone wanting him around. Carefully, he shut the door behind them and pulled Blaine in close again. "Just for a little bit," he promised, squeezing him gently before letting go in favor of standing in front of him. "I'd offer to cuddle in your bed but I'd hate for you to think that I'm a floozy," he joked, winking, as he reached up to undo Blaine's bow tie, figuring that'd help make him more comfortable.

Blaine smiled dopily when Atticus pulled him into another hug. He sighed happily, relaxing into the embrace before it was over far too quickly. "Oh, no, I'd never think that." He shook his head, although his eyebrows shot skywards when Atticus undid his bow tie. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, obviously the alcohol was still affecting him. "Cuddling is not floozy behaviour. Cuddling's allowed." His voice was a little bit hoarse when he spoke, and he cleared his throat. With a great effort he took a couple of steps back, tripping over his feet and, thankfully, he fell onto the bed. He bounced a few times before he kicked off his shoes and made his way up to the pillows.

Atticus scrunched his nose playfully at Blaine as he crashed down onto the bed and made himself comfortable. He followed, settling down on the edge of the bed but not laying down, not necessarily wanting to make himself comfortable and risk falling asleep. That would be bad. He reached down, threading his fingers through Blaine's hair again, leaning back. "Good to know that cuddling doesn't make us floozies," he grinned, stroking his thumb over a patch of skin behind Blaine's ear. "We can't get ourselves bad reputations, now."

Blaine shuffled closer to the other boy, sighing happily when Atticus' fingers found his hair again. "We really can't." He agreed, inching closer so that he could actually cuddle up against his friend. "Bad reputations are bad." He replied seriously, closing his eyes again and settling himself properly.

Atticus shifted, wrapping one arm around Blaine before moving his other hand back to the boy's hair again. "If it makes you any better, you have a sparkling reputation," he said cheerfully, leaning his head back against the headboard. "With, you know, anyone who matters, anyways. Which is me. I'm the coolest and I think you're spectacular."

Blaine lifted his head so that it was resting against Atticus' chest, listening to his heartbeat thumping gently. "You're super cool." He nodded, letting his hand rest on his friend's stomach. "You're spectacular too." He rubbed his fingers gently against the other man's shirt. "You're really great. Really, really great. And sweet. And great."

Atticus pursed his lips, continuing his gentle movements. He wasn't a man who lacked self confidence- on the contrary, he very well thrived with it- but Blaine's words just made him feel calm and happy as long as he didn't dwell too much on the fact that Blaine was still so obviously drunk. "High compliments from Mr. Anderson, isn't it?" he murmured, resisting the urge to dip down for another kiss. "I'll believe it when you tell me sober," he winked.

Blaine poked Atticus' stomach gently, "High but true." He turned his head, resting his chin against his friend's chest so he could look up at his face. It was nice to be so close to another boy - it was nice to be cuddled up and feeling so content. "I'll tell you sober. Promise." He couldn't exactly remember what it was he'd said in the first place, but he was sure he meant whatever he'd said.

Atticus grinned down at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Holding you to that," he promised, trailing his fingers down the back of Blaine's neck. "Maybe even get it in writing so I can show everyone proof of how cool I am." He scrunched his nose teasingly and gave Blaine a small nudge with his knee. "How are you feeling?"

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Blaine felt goosebumps flare up under the touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead he continued to look up at the other boy, returning his smile. "I can write it!" He pushed himself up slightly, glancing around as though expecting to suddenly see pen and paper before him. When none appeared he huffed and sank back down into his original position. "Tomorrow. I can write it tomorrow." He turned his head, his body forcing him to lie down properly as the world took another violent tilt to the left. "Wobbly." It was about the only real answer he could give. He couldn't feel much of anything except the movement of the world around him.

Atticus hummed, deciding that it was best if he took this as a cue to leave. "That's your sign that you should go to bed," he hummed, slowly sliding out from underneath Blaine and ducking down to press one last kiss to his forehead. "Do you want me to grab you some water before I leave? I can, if you tell me where to go." He ran his fingers through Blaine's hair once more, then retracted his hand.

Blaine "I'm in bed." He corrected, before he whined softly as Atticus left the bed. If he thought he could actually stand up without either throwing up spectacularly or falling over then he might have made an effort to stop him, but as it was he remained lying on his bed, his eyes drifting shut. "No, s'fine. Thanks." He slurred, smiling sleepily as his friend continued to stroke his hair. "I had fun." He mumbled, burrowing his face into the pillows and before long he was asleep. His breathing evening out and his body relaxing, not prepared at all for the hangover he was no doubt going to wake up with.

Atticus smiled fondly down at him and, regardless, found an empty cup on Blaine's nightstand and slipped into a bathroom he'd noticed earlier, filling it with water. He set it on the nightstand then shut the light off, slipping out of the room and leaving the Anderson's house. Yeah, definitely a good night.