time of our lives ↳ Atticus & Blaine
who ➛ Atticus & Blaine when ➛ After prom. where ➛ Outside of their houses. what ➛ After Atticus asked Blaine to prom, they had an incredible night dressed to the nines and Blaine is a happy little puppy.
Blaine
The night had been beyond perfect. The gym was decorated absolutely beautifully, everyone looked stunning and Blaine hadn’t been there alone like he’d expected. Of course he was lacking a boyfriend to have the typical romantic prom with like all of the teen movies he’d drowned his life in. However, what he did have was his absolute best friend as his date for the entire evening. It had put a lot less pressure on everything, made it fun and exciting and far more relaxed than worrying about eating something that would make his breath bad or dancing a little too wildly and putting his date off. Of course, they’d done everything textbook to how Blaine had been describing for years. Atticus had definitely known just how much prom had meant to Blaine and really had come through to make it all the more special for him. Blaine would never be able to make up for it in a million years, but he’d sure as hell try to show his appreciation. Right from Atticus asking him, Blaine had been thanking him continuously, offering to get him lunch - anything - to show how grateful he truly was for the whole thing.
Even after hours of dancing and catching up with his friends and posing for photos, Blaine was still practically vibrating with the excitement and energy of the evening. Hell, he was half surprised that Atticus hadn’t mentioned how much Blaine was shaking the car with his inability to keep his legs from bouncing while Tic drove them home. He was just so incredibly happy, as sad as it sounded. But he was. Prom had been a lot more of a success than he’d ever dreamed of and that was definitely attributing to his happiness, but mostly it was just the sheer validation that his claims for the past decade that he had the world’s greatest best friend in the entire world that really made him beam.
Blaine let out a soft sigh as the car slowed, a small blip of sadness at the prospect of the evening being over entering his mind. He quickly shook it off, however, when he glanced over to his best friend and squeezed his thigh affectionately with a beaming smile. “Thank you so much, again,” he practically breathed with appreciation, “tonight has been beyond incredible. I mean, I’ll never be able to scrub my brain of Mr. Schue’s questionable dancemoves, but what’s a highschool prom without a little trauma?” Blaine gave a soft laugh, unbuckling his belt before hopping out of the car while singing softly under his breath.
“At least I get to go and eat whatever leftovers my mom put in the fridge and curl up in my pjs. Maybe watch some movie or something now and not be dragged to some questionable motel,” he pointed out with a soft laugh, draping his jacket over his arm to save wrinkling it too badly until he could hang it up inside. “And, hey, you weren’t that bad of a dancer, I’m pretty sure I still have all my toes. So you have no excuse next time, by the way.”
