"Mom, isn't it true that all kinds of love are good?" Cooper asked, attempting to clarify his father's words. His mother didn't respond. She lay on the hospital bed as she had for the past 2 years. She was this way because of a car crash that Blaine and Cooper's father had caused; he'd been drunk. Blaine didn't remember his mother as much as Cooper did, but he still cared about her, and was sad when his father prohibited him from visiting her.

Cooper squeezed his mother's hand, hoping for some kind of response, but none came. As tears began to stream down his cheeks at the thought that his mother might never return, Cooper left his mother's bedside.

Meanwhile, Blaine was at home, happily watching Dragon Tales. Blaine's favorite characters were Zach and Weezy, he found them funny. Just like him and his brother, they fought occasionally, but always made up in the end. His television watching was cut short when his father and Blaine returned home 10 minutes later.

"Daddy, when is Mommy going to wake up?" Cooper asked again, this was a common question for him.

"Cooper, I've told you many times. The Doctors don't know, and she might never wake up, she could stay like this forever," his father responded tiredly. He wanted his wife to wake up as much as the boys did, and was weary of their constant questioning of her condition. Cooper sighed, and motioned for Blaine to come upstairs with him. They made their way to the secret blanket fort in their playroom, it was their club house, and in their eyes, completely top secret.

"Blaine, you shouldn't listen to what Daddy said, he's wrong," Cooper encouraged his brother. Blaine hid his face under the pillow to avoid responding.

"I mean it Blaine. You're special, and different. Theres nothing wrong with you… I like you the way you are. Blaine's wide brown eyes peeked out from under the pillow.

"Really Coop?" Blaine asked, with a tentative smile.

"Of course," Cooper responded, and Blaine's shy smile turned into a wide grin.

"Do you want to play with Royal Court?" Blaine asked, this was one of his favorite games.

"Alright! I get to be king!" Cooper responded enthusiastically.

"Cooooperrrr, you're always King," Blaine whined in response.

"That's cause I'm the oldest!" Cooper said, playfully shoving his brother.

"Alright, I'll be the court jester," Blaine often settled for this role because he found it to be fun. Cooper put on his play crown and cape, and Blaine put on his jester's hat.

"As the King of all the lands, I summon the court jester. If he does not entertain me suitably, I will have his head!" Cooper said in a deep voice, pretending to be a grown man. Blaine somersaulted into the "castle," and then jumped in the air.

"Sir, you have summoned me, and tricks you soon shall see. I shall thee entertain, and spare you any pain," Blaine rhymed cleverly, and then jumped onto the king's table. Blaine then began to sing his favorite song, "just a spoonful of sugar," and when he finished, Cooper just looked at him with his arms crossed.

"That was okay, but next time you will have to do much better to keep your head. Hahahaha," Cooper attempted a booming laugh, but didn't quite succeed.

"Thank you for this chance, next time shall I dance?" Blaine asked, knowing that although he always kept his head, Cooper was a hard king to please.

"No! Leave now, I have other citizens to behead and a wife to find!" Blaine bowed his head, and somersaulted out of the "castle." Although not all of their troubles had been solved, Blaine and Cooper cherished their short lived happiness, glad to have a distraction from their father's alcoholism and their mother's health