Because truffles (trufflemore on Tumblr) and I were talking and then I got inspired, have some little Anderbros shenanigans.


Cooper was hungry. He was a growing twelve-year-old, so it was nothing new for him, but he was seriously craving some of his ma's chocolate chip cookies, and it didn't help that he could smell them coming out of the oven one floor below him. It was time to bring out the big guns.

"Blaaaainey! Where aaaare you?" he sing-songed out of his room, wandering down the hall to his baby (well, not really baby, almost four, but he'd always be a baby to Coop) brother's room. Blaine poked his head out of the pillow fort he'd been attempting to make.

"Coop! Here I am, Coop!" he called out. "I'm makin' the Fortress of Sol'tude!"

"That's great, Squirt! I have something that'll be even more fun, though."

"Nu uh! Nothin's more fun than playin' Sup'man!" Blaine was so indignant from Cooper's remark that even his hair was vibrating. He'd have fun controlling that bird's nest when he got older.

"Nothing? Not even eating cookies while playing Superman?" Cooper was so close to having Blaine right where he wanted him…

"Cookies?!"

Sold. "Yes, Squirt, cookies, if we can wrangle them out of Ma. Have I shown you my patented 'Cooper Anderson Puppy Dog Pout' yet?"

"Noooo." Blaine shook his head like their cat Maxie hunting a laser pointer.

"Well then, today's the day, B. Just do what I do." Cooper stuck out his lower lip and widened his eyes to juuust the right balance between "wounded forest creature" and "sad little orphan boy." He was proud of how well he'd nailed that look.

Blaine studied Cooper's face intently for a moment. "Like dis, Coop?" He stuck out his lower lip so far it actually wibbled a bit, and made his pretty hazel-gold eyes ridiculously big on his face. It was adorable. Cooper was a bit worried that Blaine would be better at that look than him one day.

"That's exactly it, B. Now let's go show Ma." Cooper scooped Blaine up in his arms and spun around a couple times to make him giggle before thumping down the stairs to their mom. With Blaine on his side now, he'd be the best-fed kid in Westerville, if not all of Ohio.