A/N: I'm kind of nervous about starting this one. I don't really know why. But if you haven't read Brothers, I don't think you necessarily have to to understand this one. But it might help. Thanks to ZombieRachelLovesZombieQuinn, this continuation formed. I'm excited to get this started. So here it is :)
Blaine spent a week and a half locked in his room, crying over the loss of his brother. He couldn't get the image of Cooper walking away out of his mind. He loved him so much. And he knew Cooper loved him too. How could he have just walked away from Blaine? His parents had gone to Dalton Academy and requested all of Blaine's information and told them that he would be transferring to another school. The school was sad to see Blaine go. But the Anderson parents would not allow their older son's 'sick nature' ruin their family name. They decided if anyone was to ask, they would simply say that Cooper had decided to get his own place up North.
Blaine was completely heartbroken. He had been doing nothing but lying in bed, thinking about all the times he had laid there with his brother. How many times they had kissed. When he'd have nightmares and go into Cooper's bed. The inconsolable boy was shaken from his thoughts as he heard a knock on his door. He sighed when his father walked in.
"Blaine." Mr. Anderson said as he walked in. "It's been almost two weeks. Now I know you're going to miss your friends at Dalton. But it's not like you'll never see them. But you can't stay out of school any longer. You start your first day at McKinley tomorrow morning."
"T-This isn't about my friends." Blaine said quietly. "I miss Cooper."
His father sighed. "Blaine, what that boy did to you was wrong."
"That boy is your son! And he didn't do anything. I did." Blaine spat at his father.
"You're starting school tomorrow. Be ready in the morning. Your mother and I will be waiting to make sure you get there." Mr. Anderson said before walking out.
The next morning, Blaine groaned as his alarm went off. He got out of bed and took a shower before getting ready. He wore white jeans that stopped at his ankles and a green and white plaid button up shirt with a matching bow tie and suspenders. He gelled his hair back before spraying his cologne and walking downstairs.
His parents were waiting downstairs in the kitchen, reading the newspaper. Mr. Anderson raised an eyebrow at his son's appearance. "That's what you're wearing?"
Blaine didn't answer as he walked over to the fridge and got a glass of orange juice.
His father sighed. "You're going to have to talk at some point."
"Not to you." Blaine mumbled.
"Blaine, hurry up and grab your things. We're going to be late." Mrs. Anderson said, not looking up.
Blaine rolled his eyes as he got his messenger bag together. They had been home since his dad had kicked Cooper out. But the adults hadn't changed a bit.
A/N: One of our coordinators at work is going on vacation soon. Our manager is giving me her hours plus my own. So I won't be able to update as much as I did with Brothers. But I hope you all are patient and stick with me for this story. What do you all think so far?