On Thursday night, Blaine Anderson was in his room. The radio was on and he was singing and dancing along.
"I'd be wakin' up, in the morning, probably hatin' myself. And I'd be wakin' up, in the morning feeling satisfied but guilty as hell!" He sang loudly, glad nobody else was home.
The song ended and Blaine heard a sound that sounded like the front door opening. Glancing at the time, he frowned. His father shouldn't be home for another hour.
"Blaine?" a familiar voice called out from downstairs. His face broke into a huge grin. He turned off the radio and raced down the stairs.
"COOPER!" he yelled, jumping into his older brother's arms.
"Hey buddy," Cooper said, somewhat amused. "You seem…happier than you were on the phone yesterday. I was worried about you, man."
The grin left Blaine's face. "Well, yeah. I told you how me and Kurt breaking up, right?" Cooper nodded. "And I told you about him not talking to me." Again, his brother nodded. "Well, he called me today. He said he was coming back to Lima this weekend to see his dad and step-mom. He agreed to talk about…what happened."
Cooper clapped Blaine on the back. "Congrats, bro. But what actually happened? You broke down crying last time I asked."
Blaine's face fell. "I made a huge mistake, Coop. He was in New York, I was here. He wouldn't answer my calls and I was lonely. I-I cheated on him."
Cooper whistled. "Dude.."
Blaine was about to reply when a buzzing in his pocket interrupted him. He pulled out his phone and saw he had a new text.
"From Kurt: My plane gets in tomorrow at 4. We should talk somewhere quiet."
He quickly replied.
"To Kurt: I agree. My house at seven?"
"From Kurt: I'll be there."
Blaine smiled a little at his phone. He looked up at Cooper. "Would you mind being out of the house at seven tomorrow?"
Cooper rolled his eyes and slung an arm around Blaine. "Just for you little brother. Just for you."