Summary: When Cooper Anderson, Blaine's older brother, pays a visit to Lima, Ohio, Kurt and Blaine find themselves with little time together. Between avoiding Mr. Anderson, who is now hell bent on forcing Blaine to be straight like his "perfect" older brother, and stopping Rachel Berry from swooning over Cooper, the boys would like nothing more than for Cooper to leave. Cooper, however, has a different idea.
A/N: The other fanfic I'm working on is super high drama, but sometimes there's too much drama in my real life to write intense stuff. The result is a fluffy, silly, cock-blocking, and (temporarily) drama free story. I predict I'll get dramatic around chapter four, even though I have zero brainstorming done and this might end up being a one-shot. Who knows, let's find out together, shall we?
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"Come on Kurt, there will always be sales at the mall. My dad doesn't go on business trips that often, and he rarely takes my mom with him. My house is completely empty this weekend for the first time since we started dating," Blaine pleaded.
Kurt let out an exaggerated sigh and walked towards his car. Of course he wanted to go spend a weekend with Blaine, alone, in Blaine's house, but he wasn't going to make it obvious. Blaine followed, still not sure where they were headed.
"Fine Blaine, we can go to your house," Kurt said in a pretend annoyed tone. "I swear you're only interested in me for the sex."
Blaine laughed. Since the boys had started having sex it was pretty much all Blaine thought about, and Kurt knew it. In Glee club, Kurt would often chose songs with sexual undertones or dirty dance moves just because he loved seeing the look on Blaine's face. However, opportunities like this, where they didn't have to sneak around or rush, were rare.
When they entered Blaine's house they quickly realized why Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were so cool about both leaving. Blaine wasn't going to be home alone all weekend.
"Baby Blaine, did you bring a friend to my home coming dinner?" Cooper's voice was unfamiliar to Kurt, but Blaine seemed to tense up.
"Blaine? Is that-" Kurt began to ask, gently squeezing Blaine's hand.
"The infamous Cooper Anderson. Pleased, I'm sure," Cooper said, shaking Kurt's hand. "Baby Blaine, is this your boyfriend?"
"Yes, Cooper. This is Kurt. Why are you here? How are you here?" Blaine asked. Cooper was a recent Harvard graduate, and didn't even come home for holidays. Something big was happening.
"What? A man can't come visit his family? So happy to see you too, little brother," Cooper pretended to be offended.
"Cooper, you wouldn't even come home for Christmas this year. It's not that I'm not happy to see you," Blaine paused. He looked as if speaking was causing him terrible pain. "But seriously, why are you here? Is everything okay?"
"Of course! Mom and dad just wanted me to come home for a visit! They're worried about you, something about transferring back to public school or something."
Kurt watched Blaine's anger build up until finally he stormed off. Blaine went straight to the boxing gym set up in their basement, leaving Kurt alone in the kitchen with Cooper.
"So, I take it hair gel is a genetic trait?" Kurt joked. Blaine may not be happy Cooper was there, but Kurt thought getting to know Blaine's older brother could be very interesting.
"Ah, at least he went for someone funny. Not to mention, easy on the eyes," Cooper winked and walked towards what Kurt assumed was his bedroom.
Realizing he was now alone in his boyfriend's kitchen, and knowing it was best not to interrupt Blaine when he was in the boxing gym, Kurt sat down. He knew Cooper had always caused issues in the Anderson household; or rather issues were caused because "Cooper is perfect and Blaine is not" but he didn't realize how angry Blaine was about it. Blaine had told Kurt that Cooper hadn't been home in three and a half years.
A few minutes later, Kurt's thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Kurt could still hear the rhythm of the chains from the punching bag downstairs, meaning the person standing behind him in the kitchen was Cooper.
"Cooper, I know it's none of my business, but why don't you ever come home? I know it doesn't seem like it, but Blaine misses you," Kurt said quietly.
Blaine, although he would never say it, missed his brother dearly. Cooper was the only Anderson who was okay with Blaine being gay, and who attempted to stick up for him to their dad.
"Same reason Blaine can't wait to move out, being in this house for too long is torture."
"You're the "perfect" son though, how can it be torture for you?"
"Living up to that expectation is hard Kurt. Watching my dad constantly bag on Blaine and use me as an example to do so…I really hated it."
"Then why didn't you ever stop him?" Blaine said, emerging from the basement shirtless, sweaty, and still angry.
Kurt was rendered speechless. He knew Blaine needed comforting, but he couldn't seem to think of anything to say. He stood up, took Blaine's hand, and steered them towards Blaine's room. Boxing didn't release the anger inside Blaine, but maybe sex would.
"Nope. I have specific instructions from dad not to let you two be alone in Blaine's room. Besides, I thought we could all go out to dinner. I'd love to get to know you Kurt," Cooper said charmingly.
He was cute, Kurt had to admit that. But Cooper was nothing compared to the shirtless boy next to him. Kurt mumbled some excuse about changing and shut and locked Blaine's door. Blaine instantly fell face first onto his bed, changing from enraged to defeated in a matter of seconds.
"Does he always call you baby Blaine?" Kurt teased, trying to lighten the mood. Blaine just grumbled in response. Kurt crawled in Blaine's bed next to him and rubbed his back.
A few minutes later Blaine rolled over and re-positioned himself so his head was in Kurt's lap. Kurt smiled at him and what was left of Blaine's anger disappeared.
"Come on, let's get you dressed and go to dinner with him. It could be fun!" Kurt was excited at the idea of embarrassing childhood stories.
"Yeah for you! I'm sure his entire plan for the evening is to embarrass me," Blaine whined. Kurt giggled and kissed him briefly, before literally shoving him off the bed.
"You know, I was hoping I would be saying the exact opposite of this tonight, but oh well. Get dressed, Blaine."
Blaine sighed and walked towards his closet. He changed in front of Kurt, laughing to himself when Kurt's face turned red with lust as he stripped to his briefs.
"You sure we have to go to dinner with Cooper? If we stay in here long enough he'll get hungry and just leave," Blaine said. Kurt just glowered at him and didn't reply.
Blaine threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, resisting the urge to add a bow tie since he knew it would just cause Cooper to ridicule him more. He stopped in the bathroom to re-slick his hair and then the boys exited Blaine's room. Cooper was sitting on the couch waiting.
"Blaine, why don't you invite some more of your friends? Invite your whole Glee club! I'd love to meet the people who convinced you public school was a good idea," Cooper said.
"Oooh that's a good idea! Blaine, we have to call Rachel. And Mercedes. And probably Quinn, and Tina, and Santana, and Brittany! They would all love to meet Cooper," Kurt squealed at the suggestion of a group meeting.
"Oh yes, just invite the girls. Don't really feel like making any boyfriends jealous tonight, although…Nice pants Kurt," Cooper said, visibly checking Kurt out. Wait, Cooper was straight, right?
Kurt put his arm around Blaine's waist and snuggled into his side. He had no idea how Blaine had become so sweet and adorable when his older brother was beginning to remind him of Sebastian. "Maybe we can invite Sebastian too, then maybe he'll obsess over Cooper and leave Blaine alone," Kurt thought. But, he was pretty sure Cooper was straight, so that wouldn't really work.
On the way to Breadstix, Kurt called all the girls. Tina was busy with Mike, Quinn and Puck were babysitting Beth, and Mercedes was "tutoring" Sam, so only Brittany, Santana, and Rachel were joining the boys for dinner. Kurt had a fleeting thought about Rachel being the only straight girl, and therefore being Cooper's prey for the night, but then he remembered seeing an engagement ring on her finger that morning. He still had to ask Finn about that…
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"Pssst! Psst, Blaine! Get your dancey pants butt over here!" Rachel hissed from behind a plant, seconds after she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Blaine obliged.
"What is it? And what is with that engagement ring?" Blaine whispered to Rachel. He wondered why they were still crouched behind the plant. Rachel seemed to read his thoughts and she grabbed his wrist, pulling him off to the corridor that led to the kitchen.
"You didn't tell me your brother was cute! I mean, I should have assumed after seeing you and your dad but my God Blaine! He's gorgeous," Rachel squealed, gripping Blaine's arm so tight he thought he'd lose all feeling in it.
"Ring. Diamond ring. You're ring finger. Rachel Berry, explain right now or I'm going to get Kurt," Blaine said, gawking at the fingers curled around his arm. Kurt's methods were rubbing off on him; Rachel raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, well – um," Rachel began. A flush rose from her neck, rapidly covering her entire face. "Well you see, um, Finn and I were talking, and well – "
"Kurt," Blaine said, the volume of his voice rising quite a bit. Rachel's hand instantly covered his mouth, to which Blaine responded by sticking his tongue out and in turn licking Rachel's hand. Rachel made a disgusted face and wiped her hand all over Blaine's sweater.
"Fine! Okay! Finn sort of proposed," Rachel paused when Blaine's eyes bulged out of his head. An attractive waitress walked past them into the kitchen, looking back to glare at them before shutting the door. Rachel took a deep breath. "And I said yes…"
"You what? You tell me this right after ogling my brother? I need Kurt for this. He's better equipped to handle your logic, or lack thereof," Blaine said, running off before Rachel could stop him. Rachel didn't go after him, knowing she'd have to face Kurt sooner or later. She sank back against the wall, realizing she was more terrified of Kurt's reactions than she had been of her dad's reactions.
"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel," Kurt taunted as he slid down the wall next to her. "These are my favorite Alexander McQueen pants, so the fact that we're sitting on the floor should be an indication of how serious a conversation this is."
"Yeah well," Rachel started giggling. "I'm sorry, I should have told you but I was afraid! I know you're angry and I know you're silently judging me but can we please wait to talk about this until after dinner with Blaine's super cute brother?"
"Rachel Berry, are you crushing on Cooper? What would Finn think…" Kurt joked as he helped Rachel to her feet.
"Probably the same thing that Blaine would think if I told him the real reason you switched out of French." Rachel winked and sauntered off, leaving a flustered and blushing Kurt to chase after her.
By the time Kurt got back to the table, Rachel was already fawning over Cooper the way Blaine's new kitty fawned over cat nip. Kurt rolled his eyes and kicked her under the table, she responded by wedging her heel into his foot. Blaine noticed Kurt wincing and Rachel's exaggerate smile and burst out laughing. Santana and Brittany were too caught up in each other to notice anything, but Cooper wasn't.
"What's so funny, baby Blaine?" Cooper asked. At the nickname, Rachel, Santana, Brittany, and Kurt all cracked up. Blaine tried to be angry but he couldn't when his beautiful boyfriend was laughing and rubbing his hand up and down Blaine's thigh. However, when the waiter arrived, it took everyone a few minutes to collect their thoughts and get their orders in, which brought out the anger Blaine had been expecting. If he had learned anything from Kurt and Rachel, it was that revenge was best served sooner than later.
"Fine, Cooper, you want to use nick names? Because I seem to remember a wonderful nickname I had for you," Blaine said after the waiter left. "I had trouble with C's for quite a while but I never had a problem with P's."
"Little Anderson, I swear –" Cooper said, beginning to blush and watching Rachel out of the corner of his eye. She was supposedly taken, but that hadn't stopped him with the last girl.
"Pooper, my big brother Pooper!" Blaine laughed, Cooper shooting him an angry glare. Kurt couldn't tell if he should be embarrassed for Cooper or Blaine, because if Cooper was anything like he thought he was, this was only gonna get worse.
"Well, hobbit, your brother had proved a lot more interesting than I expected," Santana smirked. "I mean, with the bowties and hair gels, and Christ, do you ever wear socks? I figured you had to come from a whole family of dorks."
"Blaine, please tell me you don't actually wear bowties to school?" Cooper asked. "And, you know, I was wondering why ma handed me a pack of socks with the money for this weekend. Guess I have my answer."
"She did not hand you socks. Shut up Santana," Blaine scowled. This dinner couldn't go anywhere but downhill.
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"Blaine, calm down," Kurt said, shutting Blaine's bedroom door behind them.
"It's one thing that he asked for Rachel's number," Blaine complained as he flopped face first onto his bed. Kurt was struck with déjà vu when he crawled into Blaine's bed and started rubbing Blaine's back. "But then he went home with the restaurant manager. The manager, Kurt! He'll get us banned from Breadstix, I guarantee it."
"You always see the rain clouds Blaine, look at the silver lining." Kurt took off his shirt, folding it neatly, and then helping Blaine out of his sweater.
"What silver lining! He's spending the night at – oh." Blaine finally realized what Kurt was talking about as his jeans pooled around his ankles. He caught his boyfriend's eyes and arched an eyebrow. "Silver lining?"
"Or rain clouds, I guess either of those things could apply here," Kurt said. He began kissing Blaine deeply, while simultaneously removing and folding his own pants.
Left in only a tight pair of boxer briefs, Kurt situated himself on top of Blaine's lap. He pulled out of the kiss, making Blaine whine until he planted his lips onto Blaine's jaw line. He left feathery kisses all along Blaine's jaw, then moved to his neck. Blaine released a soft moan as Kurt's teeth nipped at his neck, followed by a sigh when Kurt's tongue flicked over the reddening skin.
"Kurt," Blaine hummed. As much as he loved it, Blaine did not have the patience for foreplay after the day's events. Kurt responded by settling his lips on Blaine's chest, teasing his nipple. He kissed a line down Blaine's abs, stopping at his hips. Kurt suddenly sat up, Blaine groaned at the loss of warmth.
"Blaine check your phone. Now," Kurt said. When Blaine didn't react quick enough Kurt checked it for him. One text message, from Cooper.
Cooper [10:35pm]: You didn't think I was that stupid, did you Baby Blaine?
"Fuck," Blaine growled, reading the text over Kurt's shoulder. Kurt, somewhat surprised to hear Blaine curse, jumped up and started putting on his pants, tossing Blaine his jeans which had at some point been kicked onto the floor. Blaine looked puzzled. "My phone is on vibrate, how did you know?"
"Unnaturally superb hearing abilities. Which is how I know Cooper is unlocking the front door right now and you need to put your pants on," Kurt said, pulling his shit over his head.
"Open the door!" Cooper's voice rang through the house. Kurt did as he was told, even though Blaine still hadn't moved. Cooper began climbing the stairs. "Mom and dad gave me one rule for this weekend and that rule is your door stays open when Kurt is over."
Blaine, still pants-less and under his covers, said nothing. Kurt knew he needed to get Cooper out of the room quickly so Blaine could get dressed and calm down. After the insult show-down and breadstick battle half way through dinner, Kurt did not want another Anderson brother's fight on his hands.
"So uh, that girl you left with? Did she kick you out or did you leave on your own?" Kurt said, steering Cooper out of the bedroom. Kurt gave Blaine one glance before walking down the stairs, knowing Cooper would follow, if only to brag about his hook-up.
"Her boyfriend showed up," Cooper sighed. Kurt had heard stories, annoyed from Blaine and adoring from his parents, about Cooper screwing different girls every night. He highly doubted a boyfriend would stop Cooper. He was right. "Which wouldn't have stopped anything. The beau was attractive, so I asked if they wanted to try something new. Let's just say, you guys shouldn't try to go to Breadstix anytime soon."
"Told you!" Blaine said, immerging from his room, calmer and wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. "That's my favorite restaurant dude, how could you get us banned?"
"Well, you're not banned. I am. I just think you might want to wait until Vickie forgets what I look like before going back. We look pretty similar, little bro." Cooper grabbed 3 beers out of the fridge. He handed both Kurt and Blaine a beer, not saying anything. They exchanged looks, which Cooper noticed. "I told you mom and dad only gave me one rule. They never said I couldn't give you beer."
Kurt put the beer back in the fridge, retrieving a Mike's Hard Lemonade instead. Cooper smirked. Blaine downed half his beer in one gulp. All three boys settled on the couch, realizing it was going to be a long night. Kurt felt anxious and fidgety, remembering how the first time Blaine got drunk he made out with Rachel and the second time he tried to fuck Kurt in the back of his car. Both nights had ended in tears and anger.
Four beers later, Blaine decided he wanted to talk. Seriously talk, about all the crap that had happened in the Anderson household since Blaine told his parents he was gay. Cooper looked as uncomfortable as Kurt felt. 'Maybe this will be bad enough for Cooper to leave us alone tonight' Kurt thought to himself.
"Like how could you jus let 'm do that? You knew I was cryin' m'self to sleep and shtuff," Blaine slurred. He hiccupped, and the sudden motion caused the tears that had been building up on his eyelids to spill over. Cooper stayed silent. "You know what, Coop, I 'ont care. I know why, 's cuz you're a terrible brother."
Cooper started crying. He set down the recently emptied beer can he'd been holding and walked into the kitchen, retrieving a shot glass and a bottle of rum from the cupboard above the fridge. Blaine fell over on to the deserted couch cushion and Kurt followed Cooper into the kitchen.
"He's right. God, Kurt, I'm a shit brother," Cooper took a second shot of rum. "He asked me to come home; Sadies. He said it was his first date with a boy and he needed my support. I told him I had better things to do than listen to a high school boy whine about his daddy problems and gush about boys. Can you believe I said that to him?"
Kurt didn't know what to say. He knew Cooper had more to get off his chest so he put the rum back, handing Cooper water instead. He needed to keep the boy coherent and awake. Cooper passed out on the floor wouldn't give him any insight to how badly Blaine had been hurt.
"What did he tell you about that night Kurt? His broken ribs? The concussion?" Cooper asked. Kurt nodded yes. Cooper looked around for the Rum, gave up and sipped some water. "Did he tell you he slipped into a comma? Dad called me and told me what happened, then he said 'talk some sense into your faggot brother Cooper' and Blaine's voice cracked a hello. I told him he shouldn't have provoked the boys. I told him it was his fault. And then he slipped into a comma."
Kurt gasped. He was suddenly full of anger; how could Blaine's only brother, his only supporter, have been such an ass? Slipping into a comma with a concussion could have killed him. Blaine hadn't mentioned anything about Cooper or a comma when he told Kurt about the Sadie's incident. Kurt thought back to the look of distress that had washed over Blaine's features when he had asked him to prom, how happy he had been when Kurt said they didn't need to go. He thought of what Blaine said to him when he said yes, and then Kurt threw up in the kitchen sink.
"Woah man, you should sit down," Cooper said. He helped Kurt to the kitchen stools and gave him a glass of water. Kurt sipped it cautiously, expecting Cooper to keep talking. "You want to hear more? I have tons of stories of me being a shitty brother."
"Cooper, you know Blaine's probably forgiven you for all of that, right? He gets a little… flustered… when he drinks and you're making it hard for him to calm those… feelings… that's the only reason he's angry, I promise." Kurt tried to soothe the overly cocky boy who had been reduced to a puddle of self-hating tears.
"Thankfully Blaine came out of his comma eight hours later. Doctor's said it was a miracle. Blaine called me, he asked if I could come home. He said dad was suggesting new girls every day. He told me dad was forcing him to rebuild a car with him and play football. Dad didn't even tell Blaine about his date's funeral."
"Funeral?" Kurt hadn't realized he had spoken allowed until Cooper looked up.
"Blaine was the lucky one that night. His date had been beaten within an inch of his life; he was dead before he got to the hospital. Dad told me, but he never told Blaine. Blaine still believes the guy just stopped talking to him, and since Dad sent Blaine to private school after that, he never heard the news."
"Why didn't you tell him?" Kurt asked. He knew the answer, but he needed to hear it. He needed to be reminded that Cooper was the good guy in Blaine's family.
"I couldn't Kurt. He'd been hurt enough; can you imagine how much that would have scarred him? You better not tell him, I never want to see Blaine feel that much pain." There were tears streaming down Cooper's face. Kurt grabbed the tissue box from behind him and passed it to Cooper.
The boys turned towards the couch where Blaine was now kicking and mumbling random syllables. Kurt looked at Cooper, not knowing what to do. If he and Blaine were alone, Kurt would walk over there and soothe him the only way he knew how, but that wasn't going to work with Cooper there. Their dad had told Cooper about Blaine's night terrors but Cooper had never witnessed one. Cooper turned helplessly to Kurt.
"Take him to bed, please spend the night with him," Cooper begged.
Kurt just nodded and walked over to his boyfriend. He kissed Blaine lightly and whispered in his ear, waking him up. Blaine was disoriented and began to whine, not recognizing any of his surroundings. Kurt had woken him from a night terror before, and that time it ended with Kurt having a black eye. From that he learned Blaine just needed to be talked awake, so that's what he did. A few minutes later the boys walked towards the stairs, Kurt turning around to say goodnight to Cooper.
"Night boys," Cooper called after them. "Leave the door open…please."
A/N: Huh, I was wrong. Apparently I can't write anything without drama… Let's see where this goes, I'll try to update soon. Maybe. Reviews would be lovely!