Cooper tiredly hauled his suitcases out of the trunk of his car. The trip back from Athens had been exhausting, but it would be worth it to see Blaine and make sure he was okay.
He rolled his luggage to the front door and rang the doorbell, frowning when nobody answered after a little while. He glanced at the driveway where Blaine's car sat. He had to be home. Sighing, Cooper pulled out his house key and opened the door.
As he struggled to bring in all of his luggage, he heard a smash from the kitchen and froze. His big brother instinct kicked in and he dropped everything, running into the kitchen to find Blaine sitting on the floor. He was surrounded by shards of glass from a bowl that must have been dropped.
"Blaine! Are you okay?" Cooper asked, running to his brother and helping him up and away from the glass.
"I'm fine. I just couldn't see it that well. I thought I had it but I didn't." Blaine frowned.
Cooper sighed and looked over his brother. He was in Mickey Mouse pajamas, covered in some sort of food. Many foods.
Blaine noticed Cooper looking and blushed. "Perception's pretty important when you're trying to get food in your mouth."
Cooper nodded and looked back over at the glass.
"Go take a bath while I clean this up. Not a shower, a bath. The last thing we need is for you to slip and fall." He instructed.
Blaine nodded and hurried upstairs while Cooper swept up the shattered glass and wrapped it in newspaper. Then, he followed Blaine upstairs.
Cooper entered the bathroom to find Blaine in the tub, about five or so shampoo bottles floating around him. He frowned in confusion until he watched the younger boy try to reach for something on the shelf of the tub, miss, and knock it into the tub.
Cooper sighed and rolled up his sleeves. "Let me help you, buddy."
Blaine opened his mouth to protest, then closed it. There really was no use arguing with someone as stubborn as Cooper. The older boy knelt down next to the tub and plucked all of the floating bottles from the water, setting them back where they belong.
Blaine blushed as Cooper started washing him off with a soft washcloth. He almost protested when Cooper started washing his hair, but the older boy's soothing hands made him change his mind.
"Any pj requests?" Cooper asked as he helped Blaine out of the tub.
Blaine blushed at being so exposed in front of his brother and shook his head, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist.
Cooper left Blaine there and went to the younger boy's bedroom. After searching through drawers, he grabbed some old Scooby-Doo pajamas and a pair of boxers.
"Here, get dressed while I take my bags upstairs." Cooper instructed, remembering finally that his bags were still halfway through the doorway.
Blaine nodded and watched Cooper leave before dropping the towel and quickly getting dressed, trying several times to get his legs in the pajama pants before succeeding. After getting dressed, Blaine sighed and lifted the toilet seat to take a leak.
Cooper trudged upstairs, tugging his bags along with great difficulty. He froze however, when he reached the bathroom. The door was open and he could see Blaine standing in front of the toilet, peeing.
And completely missing the bowl.
Cooper dropped his things for the second time that day and ran into the bathroom.
"Whoa! Blaine! Come on, buddy, you're missing!" Cooper said urgently. He tugged his little brother's pants down around his ankles and practically lifted him up, sitting him down on the toilet to finish.
Blaine's face was beet red and his eyes sparkled with frustrated tears. "I'm sorry." He whimpered.
Cooper sighed. "It's not your fault, Blaine. Finish up and go downstairs while I clean this." He directed, nodding to the puddle on the floor next to the toilet.
Blaine obediently sat down on the couch in the living room and listened to the sounds of Cooper mopping up the mess. He felt completely helpless and he knew one thing for sure, he would never forgive Sebastian.
Cooper finished mopping up the puddle and dropped his stuff off in his room. As he walked past Blaine's room, he stopped. There were pajama pants and sweat pants littering the floor. Cooper picked some up, the fabric reeking of urine. He held them up to see that Blaine must have had an accident in them. Frowning, he picked up another pair of pants. They were soiled as well. He checked a few more. They all were. Concerned, he grabbed a pair and hurried downstairs.
"Blaine?" He asked, holding up the pants.
Blaine looked up, blushing when he caught sight of the pants.
"What happened, bud?" Cooper frowned.
"I, I get up at night, but it's dark, and I can't see and then it's too late." Blaine admitted, a few tears of humiliation escaping from his eyes.
"Hey, come on, Blaine. It's not a big deal. I can fix this, I promise." Cooper smiled, wrapped his arms around his baby brother.
Blaine sighed.
"Now, what were you trying to do in the kitchen when I got here?" Cooper asked.
"Make lunch." Blaine sighed.
Cooper handed him the TV remote and smiled. "You relax. I'll make you a sandwich."
"Turkey-" Blaine started to say.
"With American cheese, dill pickles, lettuce, and mayo. I know." Cooper smiled.
Blaine smiled and watched Cooper go into the kitchen.
Cooper fixed Blaine's sandwich, cutting it in half, just like their mom used to do. Then he carried it to the living room and sat down next to Blaine.
Blaine smiled, thanking Cooper before picking up the sandwich. Cooper watched as he tried to take a bite and completely missed his mouth. Cooper smiled. "Let me help." He offered, guiding Blaine's hand to his mouth.
"Thanks." Blaine blushed.
The brothers spent the rest of the day watching TV and catching up, Cooper helping Blaine with the bathroom a couple times.
The bath, the toilet, the sandwich and the pajama pants. They all made Cooper think. His brother could hardly walk straight. He went to bed that night hatching a plan on how to help Blaine and get his baby brother back.