I know that in canon Blaine's brother is called Cooper, but I used a different name because when we finally get Cooper I'll want to write about him, whereas this is just me wanting to write angst but I listed the character as Cooper because it will show up in the search and it is Blaine's brother but as of now this is entirely speculative so that's why I called him Wilson.

(I'm going to go for amazing big brother next.)

The best thing about this is that I have already written it so no ridiculous update waits! The only reason I'm not posting all at once is so I can add bits :)

Also I have a new tumblr, my other one is the one my friends know about, this new one I can post my writing on. I'd love it if you spoke to me - its 'angsty-blaine'

The chapters for this are not really long. Some you might even class as drabbles but it's sections I'm uploading in.

Warnings for violence, swearing, child abuse

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Blaine froze. He let his bag fall out of his hands and drop onto the floor, his smile crashed down right with it. He was instantly glad he and Kurt had such a wonderful time together because he needed to cling to that happiness to be able to get through this.

"What are you doing here?"

His brother looked round and smiled. Blaine hadn't seen his brother in four months, and he never smiled at him without it being somewhat mocking.

In true fashion of the Anderson family he and Blaine did not get along.

"Blaine, hi! How are you?"

"Hi Wilson."

Blaine awkwardly made his way into the kitchen and started pulling out pans and dinner ingredients.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to cook dinner."

"Why? We'll get take out. I didn't know you liked to cook."

"I don't but dad doesn't want take out."

Wilson hangs around in the kitchen watching Blaine cook but not saying anything and their dad walks in.

"Jesus Christ Blaine your brother comes home for the first time in months and you think he wants to eat your shitty food?"

Wilson laughs and Blaine wants to turn around and throw the wooden spoon at his head. His food might be shitty but Blaine does half of the cooking so it can't be that bad.

"Go get dressed, we'll go out to eat. Someplace nice."

"You told me this morning what you wanted for dinner."

"Well use your common sense next time."

"I did, that's why I made enough for three. I was just remembering the last time I suggested takeout."

"Upstairs now."

"Yes sir."

Blaine had been ill, unable to cook and had suggested ordering in for dinner. His dad had sneered that fags like to cook and Blaine hadn't been allowed anything to eat for two days.

He went up to his room changed quickly and paced around his room trying to calm himself, it shook him whenever his brother visited because his perfection only highlighted how fucked up Blaine was. The tension mounted in a way it never had when they had lived together because it was easier to ignore him before when he was around all the time.

It's not that he hated his brother, it's that his dad and his brother hated him. He and Wilson have no common ground, but Wilson did have a lot in common with their dad. Blaine ends up sat quietly in the backseat of the car listening to his dad take interest in his brother knowing attention would turn to him soon enough. Wilson's a doctor, successful, popular, athletic, straight - the perfect son.

Money exchanges hands and they're seated straight away, a small circular table sees Blaine sat between them both. He sits straight, his posture rigid under strict instructions not to slouch. The starters alone take a long time to arrive and Blaine is so nervous he doesn't even want to eat.

"And that lovely girl Julia, how are you both?"

"Ah. We, broke up."

Blaine's head turns towards Wilson in curiosity. He knows that any discussion of his acceptable dating life ultimately means bad news for him, but it wasn't very often his brother looked as uncomfortable as he did now. He wondered what happened between them, but not enough to ask.

"That's a shame. Still, I'm sure you will find another nice girl soon enough."

Blaine held back a sigh, there it was. His dad could have said 'you'll find someone else', instead he emphasises the fact he will find a girl.

"So Blaine what have you been doing today?"

Blaine sent a slight glare Wilson's way, his brother was always trying to undermine him in front of their dad. Blaine had been with Kurt but he hadn't told his parents about him yet. He was pretty sure they knew as he talked about him all the time, but bringing him up now, at dinner would be a risk he was ashamed to not take.

"Nothing much."

"How's school?"

"Blaine is out of that all boys school." His dad smiled and his stomach plummeted.

"You left Dalton?"

"Yeah."

"Why? It's such a good school."

"Your mother and I are hoping this means Blaine has finally realised the grass is greener on our side."

Blaine whispers. "I was gay before I went to an all boys school and I'm still gay now I've left."

His dad looked around as though paranoid someone would overhear. He stood up and leant close to Blaine, hissing, "you are determined to embarrass me."

Blaine looks at the tablecloth and blinks, looking up sharply at the sound of Wilson's voice as Dean Anderson stalked away.

"Wow he's in a bad mood."

Blaine shot him a look of confusion. "No…he's in a good mood because you're here." That little spat went well for Blaine because none of it included swearwords or threats. He had been called an embarrassment at least once a week since he came out, it was no big deal. What was strange was Wilson choosing to not sit idly by and watch, or for him not to be smirking into his pasta.

It was strange because the comment about their dad hadn't in any way sounded mocking.

Blaine barely said anything else all meal and he managed to escape straight up to his room when they got home.

Blaine sighs on the phone to Kurt. "I don't know how long he's here for. I don't even know why he's here but I wish he'd go home."

"Look you know where I am okay?"

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Blaine…you and your brother…"

Kurt had tried a few times to coax Blaine into talking about his brother but all he could ever stand to say was that Wilson was the favourite.

"I will talk to you about it soon I promise."

"Okay."

A soft knock on the door had Blaine ignoring Kurt for a good thirty-seconds.

His dad never knocked, so what the hell did Wilson want?

"Kurt I'm sorry I have to go, see you tomorrow. I love you."

"Love you too."

Blaine cautiously crosses to his door and opens it for his brother.

"Erm, what's up?" Wilson shrugs, but he does let himself in. Blaine sits tensely on his bed for five minutes watching his brother nosey around his room. He bites his lip and prepares for the worst when the silver frame and photo of Kurt was lifted out of its spot, but it was simply rested carefully back in its place without comment. All of Blaine's nerves were on edge, he couldn't deal with this unpredictability.

"It was good to see you Blaine."

"Yeah…you too…"

"Did you want to do something tomorrow?"

"I actually made plans for tomorrow…sorry." He lies. What the hell? They had barely hung out when they were young, Wilson was just old enough to have lost interest in Blaine when Blaine had finally become old enough to hang out. After it became clear who's side Wilson was on in the sexuality debate they rarely did anything but ignore each other. He picks up his pyjamas, hoping Wilson would get the hint. He does, he nods and excuses himself, saying goodnight and leaving Blaine standing speechless in the centre of his room, his pyjamas hanging limply from his hands.

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Please let me know what you think? As I said future chapters will be various lengths, I hope you like this.