So this totally wasn't supposed to happen. Raise Your Glass (awesome title I know) was supposed to be a oneshot. But Blaine and Neal are awesome brothers (: and this just kind of popped into my head. So I'm going to turn this into a series of oneshots.

SUGGESTIONS WELCOME (*cough* but more likely to be listened to if there's also a review *cough*)

Neal swung around his chair and let out a deep sigh. He never knew this could happen. Like ever. What happened to the bad economy forcing people to forge and steal paintings, bonds and other White Collar related crimes? For the first time since the anklet was clasped around Neal's ankle, there was nothing for him to do. Not even mortgage fraud. It wasn't as if the crimes just stopped—Neal knew this for sure. He was just "on leave" because he recently experienced a "trauma" when he went on the "voluntary" Organized Crimes' "undercover" operation. Of course, Neal didn't see the point of being "on leave" if he was forced to stay in the office. He knew in the back of his mind Peter was chewing out Ruiz while Hughes was more politely chewing out the Organized Crimes department head. Neal personally didn't see what the big deal was. It's not as if it's the first time he was used as bait and handled a shoddy explosive. He would've rather not dealt with the explosive but at least the St. Louis mob was no longer after him…well, unless word reached them that Neal helped with their boss' capture. At least he always had The Dentist on his side. Nevertheless, he'd cross that potential bridge when he came to it. Right now, he had a more pressing matter.

Peter and Hughes were taking awhile to get him off his enforced leave-but-stay-in-the-office. It's been at least thirty minutes and Diana had already taken his rubber band ball, paper clips, post-its and highlighters because he was being "unnecessarily distracting" and Jones just laughed at him when his computer decided to crash a few minutes later. Neal Caffrey was bored.

So bored, he almost jumped in excitement when he felt the vibration of his phone. But he contained himself and casually glanced around the office as he nonchalantly answered his phone.

"Hello?" he asked, not bothering to check the caller ID in his rush.

"Neal! I need to do that vanishing thing you do."

"Blaine?"

"…I just rolled my eyes at you. But yeah, it's me. You know, your brother? Maybe you remember me. I was born six years after you, we both have dark hair, mine's frizzier which isn't even fair because you do pretty much nothing while I have to kill the environment by using carts of hair gel. Oh yeah, and there is this crazy new thing called 'caller ID' that lets you actually know who you're talking to before you answer your phone. Modern technology. What can ya do?"

"Hmm…I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number. I don't actually know anyone that meets that description. "

"Oh, ha ha. All right, fine. Let me start over, Neal, can you pretty please walk me through the 'vanishing into the crowd' thing you do oh so well?"

"I don't know…it's more of a 'con' thing. I don't know if you can pull it off as an actor. Since they're so different and all…"

"…"

Neal smirked into his cell phone, casually swinging his chair around to see that Peter and Hughes' "meeting" with Organized Crime escalated into a screaming match. So glad he was on the other side of the glass wall.

"I'm not going to say it."

"Say what?" Neal asked innocently. "I'm just pointing out a minor speed bump in your plan since, as an actor, you couldn't pull off something that a con artist could do. Since conning and acting are polar opposites."

"…I suppose they're…kind of the same."

Neal imagined Blaine saying that through clenched teeth. It made him smile. "What was that? You're breaking up."

"Fine. I, Blaine Anderson, admit that acting and conning are similar."

"How similar?"

"Neal…"

"Alright, so where do you need to vanish from?"

"Um…the studio?"

"Don't you guys have security or something?"

"Yeah, but technically the paparazzi are in a public space."

"Didn't you drive to work?"

"I kind of need to pick my car up a couple blocks away. I was meeting a coworker for breakfast and I had to drop my car off by the shop because it kept making this weird gurgling sound."

"The coworker or the car?"

"Both, but the car was less amusing."

"Blaine, I don't want to sound like a jerk or anything, but aren't you used to paparazzi harassing you?"

"Wow. The overprotective older brother instinct just passed you by, didn't it?"

"I waved to it, but we both agreed a long distance relationship would be for the best."

"Nice."

"I try. Now, stop deflecting. You're worried about the paparazzi because…?"

"Not to sound conceited but have you seen slash read anything about me lately?"

"I heard you referenced as a teenage dream by some giggling teenagers."

"That was at the party. Doesn't count."

"No, actually it was while I was in line at the grocery. Suck it."

"What happened to suave conman?"

"What happened to calm, collected, frizzy-haired hobbit?"

"I am calm and collected!"

"You hissed at me. I fail to believe you."

"Whatever. The reason I asked was because there are some rumors saying that I'm in a relationship with a costar."

"Aren't there always?"

"Yeah…um…here's the thing…they—ah—might have—ah—some photographic evidence?"

"You let yourself get a picture taken that you were unaware of? And you call yourself my brother."

"Hey! It wasn't my fault. Besides you probably had pictures taken of you that you weren't aware of."

Neal snorted. "Have not."
"How do you know? You wouldn't be aware of them."

"…Touché."

"You gave up that quickly? Whoa."

"I just won the acting and conning war. I thought I might as well let you win a minor skirmish."

"How kind of you."

"What are big brothers for? So what pictures did they take?"

"Just some that would somewhat help their claim that I'm dating my coworker."

"Smooching in public? I'm ashamed you think so little of our family honor. So which coworker was it? That Chris Klaine guy?"

"Chris Colfer?"

"Who's Klaine?"

"It's the couple name for our characters. Kurt plus Blaine equals Klaine."

"Isn't that adorable? But I thought that you guys were dating."

"Just because we're the most well known gay actors on Glee doesn't mean that we're automatically together."

"So who is it then?"

"You know the guy who plays Sam…?"

"The blonde who makes impressions?"

"Yeah."

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"…"

"So are you guys Blam?"

"His real name is Chord, actually."

"Oh," Neal took a moment to digest this. "So are you guys Bored?"

"Neal."

"Blaine. Anyway, don't you know rule numero uno is 'do not date your coworkers'?"

"Yeah…but Lea and Cory are getting away with it and it's not like me and Chord made out in the middle of Central Park."

"They caught you two getting your mack on? That's so unromantic."

"Hey! I'm totally romantic. I've serenaded so many people before Glee."

"Jeremiah thanks you, by the way."

"Whatever, the point is that the paparazzi found out we were dating yesterday, I don't have a car, I'm the last one to leave and I really don't want to be pestered by paparazzi the whole two blocks."

"Shouldn't boyfriend 101 be to drive you in his car to your car?" Neal asked dryly. Chord's reputation was already being tarnished in Neal's book for that little action.

"He offered, but he had a family thing and I had to stay later anyway so yeah…"

"I suppose I can help you, but I definitely want to meet Bored."

"You mean Chord."

"Nope. Bored. I want to see you guys as a couple and I thought I'd save time and say 'Bored' instead of 'you and your boyfriend.' See how much more of a mouthful that last one was? Much less efficient."

"…I'm just going to ignore that for now. So I'm at the studio gates and—"

"What? Don't go out the front. Do the back or a side exit or, better yet, a window.

"There are paparazzi in the front and back and there aren't all that many exits here."

"How inconvenient. I'm sure I'd be more helpful actually there, but I have this annoying two mile tether."

"You could always ignore it, help me and then get sent back to prison. I'm sure it would be worth it."

"Definitely, but, unfortunately, I'm on leave but not technically allowed to leave the office. So I'll stick to the phone."

"Why? What's happening over there?"

"Peter—you remember Peter?—and the head of my department disliked how I was used in a different department's assignment. It's like the second time I've been used for bait. The explosive was new though…"

"Explosive?!"

"Yeah, it's fine. Nothing happened."

"Does that type of thing happen a lot?"

"Nope, and it looks like it'll never happen again."

"Good. I feel like I should get Peter something."

"I recommend Pick Pocketing for Dummies or 'Catch Me if You Can.'"

"Yeah, no."

"Could you climb over the studio walls?"

"I could. Not going to though."

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I think I lost it when the walls were three times as tall as me."

"So like double a normal person?"

"…Isn't there a more normal way for me to avoid them?"

"You're likeable. I'm sure you can find people similar to your height to walk out of the studio's back entrance with huge hats covering their faces. Just wait like thirty seconds and slip out the side and walk casually away. No running."

"That's…incredibly simple."

"Most cons are."

"Really?" Jones asked.

"Well, small cons," Neal amended.

"And some larger cons," Peter said as he came to a stop by Neal's desk, rubbing his temple.

"How'd it go?"

"Organized Crimes officially apologizes, but Ruiz officially doesn't care."

"But luckily Ruiz isn't the department head," Neal said, "and—ah—thanks."

Peter's faced softened. "Us caring about your safety is nothing you ever have to thank us for."

"Tell Peter I said hi! But I got like four people. Four ought to do it, don't you think?"

"Just make sure they don't go the direction you need to go and that they shield their faces from the paparazzi."

"Got it."

"Oh, and I want to meet Chord."

"Fine, just don't be mean."

"When am I ever mean?"

"You know what I mean, no…intimidating, manipulating, mocking—"

Neal rolled his eyes. "I'll be on my best behavior. Good luck, Blaine."

"Thanks! Bye!"

"What's Blaine doing?" Peter asked.

"Avoiding paparazzi."

"Oh yeah, those photos! He's dating that Overstreet guy, isn't he?"

"Okay, how do you, Peter Burke, professional FBI agent, know about celebrity gossip my brother that I don't know?"

"It's not my fault you're oblivious to the millions of tabloids and radio shows," Peter said. "And here's some mortgage fraud."

"Peter," Neal said in a tone that was definitely not whiny.

"You shouldn't have told me that you would prefer mortgage fraud to doing nothing."

"I was a fool then! An immature little boy! I've grown so much more since then."

"I'm glad," Peter said. "You should celebrate that gift by going over mortgage fraud."

"Blaine was going to give you a present for defending my honor from cheap explosives and Organized Crimes, but I'm going to tell him to hold off on that."

"Right, because he would listen to you," Peter said, "but stay safe. Next time you're in a situation like that, contact me."

"Yes, dad."

"I'm serious, Neal."

"I know," Neal said, "and it means a lot…really."

Peter gave him a soft smile before gruffly clearing his throat. "Well, have fun with mortgage fraud."

"Yeah…right."

~O~

Neal was relaxing on June's balcony and had a couple of tabloids spread across the table. Apparently, Blaine and Chord's relationship was big news. His phone vibrated against the table before he could flip through his first tabloid.

"Hey, Elizabeth," Neal greeted.

"Hello, Neal. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner."

"You know I never pass up a chance to eat your cooking."

"Thanks, but this isn't exactly my cooking…or your favorite."

Neal frowned, both cautious and worried. "What is it?"

"Deviled ham."

"Elizabeth!" Neal whined. Yes, whined.

"I'm sorry, Neal, but we have a ton. You don't have to eat it, I just need helping freezing most of it. I swear, Blaine gave us a two year supply."

"Blaine?" Neal said, eyes narrowing.

"Oh yeah, apparently he wanted to give Peter a 'thank you' and knew how much Peter loved deviled ham…"

"And how much I hate it," Neal muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I'm coming over."

"Thank you so much! See you in a few!"

Looks like Neal was going to upload that latest blackmail of Blaine up on YouTube. He was sure the fans and paparazzi would love to see the Gap Attack. Blaine needed a bit more media spot light… Neal didn't want to be the only one who suffered. Peter's breathe was going to start smelling like a stake out.

Totally made Blaine/Sam/Chord a couple because I wanted to use Blam! Love Darren Criss…