My friend reblogged a post with a story similar to this on Tumblr and told me to write it, and I couldn't resist. Baby Blaine is my favorite to write.
Cooper could barely contain his excitement. He knew it wasn't cool to run around Disney World like a maniac when you were almost thirteen, but – Disney World.
Screw being cool, he thought to himself after seeing Woody and Buzz walk by. "Mom! That was Woody and Buzz! C'mon, Blaine!" Cooper yelled, grabbing his three-year-old brother's hand in his before running after the characters.
Most of the day passed like that, with Cooper and Blaine running solely on adrenaline and funnel cakes and their parents just running, period. Finally, at about six o'clock, the boys were tired of chasing everyone and decided to hit a couple of the more low-key rides before dinner.
"Ooooh, guys, can we go on this?" Coop asked, pointing toward the entrance of the Haunted Mansion ride. "The line's really short!" He shot his parents his best pleading look.
"Are you sure that's not too scary for Blaine?" his mom asked him in return, looking down at where Blaine was half-asleep in his rented stroller, cuddling the Belle doll they'd gotten him earlier that day.
Blaine perked up when he heard his name. "No, Mama, I c'n go! I'm a big boy now, I'm thwee!" Coop could tell that Blaine wasn't really sure what was happening, but that he wanted to go wherever Cooper went. Cooper made a mental note of how to use that in his favor in the future and went on begging.
"See, Mom, he says he's fine. And I'll take him by myself if you want, I can handle it! Pleeeeeease?" If Coop made his eyes any bigger, they'd fall out of his face for sure.
"Fine. But if he starts crying, you ask to get off the ride immediately, you hear me?" she warned Cooper, pointing in his face threateningly. He knew the point meant serious business.
"Yeah, Mom, I promise. Let's go, Blaine!" Coop cried, scooping Blaine out of his stroller and into his arms. Thankfully, the line had stayed fairly short all through his arguing, so they didn't have to wait very long. About fifteen minutes later, they walked into one of the carts and the ride set off.
Cooper and Blaine were enthralled by the ride, staring at all the moving pictures and gasping when the "ghost" appeared in their cart in between them. They were nearing the end of the ride when a ride worker in a skeleton costume sneaked up to their cart.
"Are you scared?" came the menacing whisper. Cooper was on the far side of the cart from this guy, and he about jumped out of his pants, but Blaine's reaction was even better.
"Uh-uh," Blaine said, and leaned over to kiss the skeleton on the nose. Cooper was upset that his parents had the camera, because the preciousness of Blaine's gesture and the skeleton's stunned silence afterward probably would've won them the big prize on America's Funniest Home Videos.
Cooper could hear the skeleton laughing himself silly once their cart had left the room. "Why'd you do that, little bee?" he asked his brother. He was a bit surprised that Blaine hadn't just burst into tears when that man had spooked them.
"In Belle's movie, she kisses da beast 'n he becomes a human ag'in!" Blaine chirped. "I thought maybe I could do dat too."
"Smart thinking, Blaine," Cooper responds, because really, that's pretty clever for a kid who just turned three last month. "Wanna go tell Mom and Dad what you did?"
Blaine nods, and they run back to their folks, eager to explore even more of Disney World.
(Kurt hears this story fifteen years later. He has to excuse himself to the bathroom so Blaine won't get offended at how hard he laughs.)