Second-Rate Sibling
*This is just a little issue that I had to get out of my system. It's written as if Blaine were thinking it.*
I'll never be as good as him. Cooper is just too perfect. Mom and dad always liked him better even though I was the one who got all the good grades and was respectful all the time. He rebelled and got into fights and got C's in school. But they still gave him more candy, a later bedtime, and more hugs than me He got all the attention. Nothing's changed now.
Cooper got the big TV break, the commercials, the white teeth, the perfect life. He makes so much money and he didn't do anything to deserve it. He doesn't try and he gets it all. I try so hard and still I'm about as significant as a squirt gun putting out a bonfire. Which is pathetic. I mean, why do I even care? I always knew this would happen.
Next to him, I am nothing. I'm the second-rate sibling who can't do anything right compared to him. Cooper is the smooth talker who gets everything he wants without trying. I'll never be as good as him. He's better than me in every way and I can't stand it. Even Kurt thinks so. He would never tell me if it were true, but I can see it in his eyes. If Cooper were gay and single and interested in Kurt at the same time I was, Kurt would have picked Cooper over me in a heartbeat. It's hard knowing that whoever you meet, even if they think you are great, if they knew your sibling, they would like them better. But I guess I have to just get used to it. There's nothing I can do about it anyway. He'll always be better and I just have to accept it and stop feeling sorry for myself. Easier said than done I know, but maybe I'll feel better in the morning.