make me feel better ↳ Atticus & Blaine
who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ Friday night. where ➛ Atticus’ apartment. what ➛ Lorelai woke up needing her father. Atticus doesn’t know what’s wrong. Blaine to the rescue. Or something like that.
Blaine
When Blaine first took this job, he hadn’t expected it to be anything other than a mere tutoring sort of thing. Of course, he was well aware that it came with a potential room and it was a definite commitment, but he had expected it to purely be a job. However, it had taken him a mere matter of days to grow affectionate for Atticus and his daughter. She reminded him so much of himself when he was young and his parents had found out that he was deaf. He couldn’t communicate with anyone outside of his immediate family, and even then it was tedious and often resulted in mere pointing and attempting to speak. As he grew up, this simply resulted in a lot of laughter at his expense as he tried to speak, to learn to lip-read and continue on like any able-child would. The difference in Lorelai’s case was just how much Atticus cared. After all, he was willing to pay for another person to be there purely for the sole purpose of aiding the communication between them; and if that wasn’t the most incredible thing that Blaine had ever known anyone to do for their daughter, he didn’t know what was.
Now, the extra involvement felt almost like second nature. So when Blaine was awoken by the familiar press of tiny hands against his arm, he wasn’t even remotely shocked anymore. Instead, he quickly turned on his bedside lamp despite the protest from his eyes and the dizziness from still being half asleep. The first thing was to see if there was anything visibly wrong, which would make this all a lot easier. While Lorelai was definitely improving leaps and bounds with learning ASL, there was still a small struggle with communicating less common means - just like with any child learning to speak, he supposed.
Carefully, he sat up and gave her a comforting smile to ease the teary look on her face. This definitely wasn’t uncommon, Blaine knew that Lorelai had struggled to settle in for a long time and still wasn’t entirely there despite everything that Atticus had done. And it wasn’t his fault at all, this was just a big change for her which he understood entirely.
Quickly, he signed asking if she was okay, mouthing the words to aid her in further learning - even though this was an emergency, it didn’t mean that they had to stop with any opportunity to learn. After a few more basic questions, Blaine couldn’t help but cradle her head in one of his hands affectionately before dropping it to take one of her hands and lead her down the hallway to her father. It was a strange dynamic, sure, but it worked. This way Atticus was able to communicate with his daughter and she was able to communicate back, it merely just took a small effort from Blaine to help out.
Once they were inside of Atticus’ room, Blaine carefully pressed at Atticus’ shoulder a few times to wake him before crouching down to Lorelai’s level ready to help translation between the two of them and aid as much as humanly possible. “Atticus, Lorelai needs you...” Blaine tried to get his attention, biting his lip after a moment while watching the shadowy vision of Atticus stirring in bed. He reached out after a few moments of giving Tic time to come around from sleep before turning on the light and instantly soothing Lorelai’s worries with a gentle and encouraging hand to her shoulder, coupled with a warm smile.