The introduction doesn't go as planned. Tate and Violet get into an argument before they make it to the hallway.

It starts with something simple. Tate has taken her hand on the stroll toward the new, live twins in the house, and as the handsome male twin pokes his head out of his room to yell to his sister, Violet drops Tate's hand.

Tate stops in his tracks, and when Violet turns to look at him she's blushing. Tate feels anger instead of hangdog acceptance, and because that's rare when he's with Violet, it surprises her into her own anger, and suddenly they're shouting at each other in the hallway of the Murder House as the new family moves in.

"What the hell was that?" Tate says, low but indignant.

"Oh, God, Tate, don't be so dramatic. You never used to be this jealous before."

"Yeah, before you wished me away and then started fucking a supermodel!" Tate can tell she wants to laugh at that comment but he's still angry and so then her warm brown eyes flash with annoyance.

"You did your fair share of fucking while we were apart, Tate, and it doesn't matter! That was before. We are together again."

"Are we? Why didn't you want to meet Mr. Broad Shoulders holding hands, then?"

Before Violet could answer, Mr. Broad Shoulders himself stepped out of his room and called a hesitant hello.

Violet turned to him, blushing bright red but recovering fast. Tate stood behind her and glowered, never as good with people as his better half, especially young, handsome muscular boys who were checking out his undead girlfriend.

She stuck her hand out to shake, and the live boy shook it, smiling with brilliantly white teeth, of course. Maybe he was in California to be in a fucking Colgate commercial.

"Hello," Violet said, "I'm Violet Harmon. And this is-"

"Tate. Her boyfriend." Tate spat out, and kept his arms crossed over his chest. Violet gave him a look.

"Hi, Violet Harmon and Tate, her boyfriend." He's still smiling, and Tate wants to punch him even though the new boy is twice Tate's size and more importantly, that act would make Violet even angrier. "You guys live around here?"

"You could say that," Violet hedges, and Tate realizes Mr. Colgate hasn't let go of Violet's hand.

Tate throws an arm around Violet's shoulders and she drops the new boy's hand, biting her lip a bit. "What's your name, kid?"

The larger boy looks slightly taken aback, but recovers quickly. "I'm Timothy Morrow. My baby sister is Rain."

"Baby sister?" Rain comes out into the hallway and Tate sees her blue eyes widen a bit. She smiles, almost exclusively at Tate, and he can feel Violet's shoulders stiffen. "I'm only two minutes younger. He's exaggerating."

"This is Violet Harmon and Tate, her boyfriend," Timothy exaggerates, sensing his sister's attraction.

Tate's arm slides off Violet's shoulders and he sticks his hand out to Rain. "Tate Langdon." he introduces himself, smiling at her. He can almost feel Violet's jealousy vibrating off him, and it makes him feel justified, lowly proud.

"Nice to meet you. When Kurt Cobain died, did you inherit his style?"

Tate laughed, maybe too loud, but it was nice to have a pretty girl to rib him, even if it was infuriating Violet.

He glanced over at her, and realized she and Timothy were gone. He could hear voices, Violet's laughter, coming from the guest bedroom. Before he could stalk toward them, Rain grabbed his wrist. "Don't worry. He's a bit of a showoff. She'll be fine. You want to see my room?"

Part of him wants to go, not just to make Violet mad but because Rain is snarky and pretty and new, but the sound of Violet's open laugh makes him unable to give in to his lighter, normal teenager impluses.

"Maybe later," he grins at her, not wanting to burn bridges, and her blue eyes flashed prettily.

"Want me to save your girl from my brother's clutches?"

"Please," he said, almost desperately, and Rain shook her head, smiling.

"Ok," she said, sighing, "but I can't watch him every minute, you know."

"You won't have to," Tate said darkly. He wanted to follow Rain into her brother's room but he felt like doing something stupid and that would certainly not help matters with Violet, which were at the moment decidedly shaky.

Later, at the gazebo, after they'd said their hellos to the twins' parents and did the whole pretending to be alive thing, Violet said icily, "Did she show you her room?"

"I don't know, what did Timothy show you?" Tate shot back, the sound of Violet's flirty giggles still stinging.

"Don't be ridiculous, Tate."

"His cock? Is it as big as his broad shoulders suggest?" He's being petty and childish and he knows it but he's breathing hard, still angry at the way she had slid her hand out of his at the sight of the handsome new boy.

"Bigger," Violet countered. "I could barely fit it in my mouth."

Tate growled and grabbed her thin arm, swung her across his lap. She looked up at him, brown eyes flashing. "Were her tits bigger than mine?" She asked, joking but still a bit angry.

Tate allowed a slight smile. "Yeah, but you know, she's older. Still perky, though."

"Yeah he's older too, maybe that's why his cock is so much bigger than yours."

Tate growled again, but his anger was settling. He swung her up to straddle him and kissed her mouth.

"You're a better kisser," she whispered against his mouth.

He pulled away, shocked. "Tell me you did not kiss him."

Violet laughed and laughed, and kissed him again, and for a few hours at the gazebo, they talked and kissed and loved and while new life pulsed in the Murder House, they lived in their own bubble outside of it all.