So I'm updating like 12 hours after I posted this because I feel bad for leaving you guys hanging onto the last chap haha.. But I'm on chapter 3 so I'll be updating every day until I go traveling. I might not have as much free time then, but I'll try. Anyway, some girl reviewed and said she'd give me her kidney and some cookies if I updated, so I guess I have an extra kidney and some snacks for later, while I write the rest of the next chap(; enjoy hoes! later skaters ~

Blaine crumpled to the floor and began sobbing, oblivious to Kurt's feeble attempts at comforting him even though he had no idea what was going on. Blaine knew it was coming, but he didn't want to believe it. He wanted his brother to stand up for him, be proud that he had a gay brother. He wanted his brother to be like any other, caring and fun and nice and loving. He wanted to have a family like any other. He wanted his parents to love him, the way Burt and Carol loved Kurt. He wanted them to have special family days where they would do nothing but sit around and watch old films and sing and dance around the dinner table. But that wasn't going to ever happen, Blaine knew it. His last hope for a normal family was with Kurt.

"Blaine, please tell me what's wrong." Kurt's voice finally hit Blaine's ears like a sledgehammer. They were desperate, full of concern, unlike the way it sounded ten minutes earlier. His pleas were left unanswered, as Blaine curled up into a ball against the soft leather of the couch.

Finally, Kurt gave up trying to ask what was wrong. He pried Blaine's arms from his own waist, so that he could slide in next to his boyfriend and wrap his arms around his waist as he wailed into Kurt's shoulder. Normally, Kurt would have bitchslapped whoever dared put any form of liquid on his designer clothing, but now, he wanted Blaine to cry all his tears out into his shoulder, clean his system of whatever was bothering him. Finally, it seemed that Blaine was emptied of tears because his loud, wet sobs eventually turned into pained whimpers. Kurt slowly turned and held Blaine's face in his slender hands. Kurt gently lifted Blaine's chin so that they were locking eyes. The pain was unmistakable and Kurt could hardly stand to look into Blaine's eyes like that. He wanted Blaine to be laughing and smiling, not in a wreck of emotional pain. But he had to be strong for him.

"I don't know why that interview made you so upset, Blaine, but I promise you can tell me anything. I won't judge you, I won't be on anybody's side but yours, I promise. But if you're not ready to tell me, I understand. Oh, and one more thing. I love you." Kurt said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Blaine's, just for emphasis.

They pulled away slowly and the pain in Blaine's eyes lightened slightly, but not enough. They stil reflected that something about that interview scarred Blaine deeply. Blaine gazed at Kurt's lips and back into Kurt's pale blue eyes. "I-I don't...I really don't want to talk about it."

Kurt smiled, "I understand. You tell me when you are, okay?"

Blaine nodded. He loved that Kurt would wait until he was ready. He wouldn't push him for answers and he would trust Blaine's judgement, no questions asked.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?" Kurt responded as he lowered his forehead to touch Blaine's.

"Kiss me."

So he did.

The kiss was gentle, at first. Their lips barely met. Pushing forward slightly, Blaine crashed their lips together softly, sucking on Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt removed his hands from Blaine's tiny waist and ran them up his back. He pulled on his shirt as Blaine ever-so-gracefully ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip. Blaine moaned, almost silently, as Kurt ran his fingers through his ungelled curls. He always left his hair ungelled when Kurt came over, Kurt liked it like that. Blaine pulled away and began kissing down along Kurt's impecable jawline. He went lower, lower lower, and sucked and bit gently at Kurt's collarbone. Kurt's head flung back, giving Blaine wider access to his neck. Blaine was running his tongue along the shell of Kurt's ear when he felt Kurt stiffen and turn icy cold, heard his amazing moans abruptly stop.

"Kurt?" He looked up to notice his boyfriend's eyes trained on something behind him. Blaine didn't look back, though.

"Kurt? What's wrong, baby?" Blaine tried to get Kurt to move. Blaine couldn't help but think that this day was far from normal. Just five minutes ago, Kurt was trying to calm Blaine down, and now, it was the opposite.

After a few seconds that felt like years, Kurt blinked and opened his mouth. That's when Blaine whipped his head around.

"Blaine, why is Cooper Anderson here?"

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Standing in the doorframe that stood between the kitchen and the living room, was Cooper Anderson, clear as day. His black t-shirt hung loosely on his broad, toned shoulders and his dark-washed jeans were tight, but comfortable-looking. His shoes were expensive black leather that stood a few inches apart. But what Blaine was most transfixed about was his face.

Ever since Cooper had left Ohio and become a world-famous celebrity, Blaine had completely stopped looking at all magazines, afraid he would find his brother on the cover or in an article. He had stopped watching television, aside from a few recorded shows that he watched with Kurt. He had completely shut Cooper out of his life, pretended he was just a distant and imagined memory, just like Cooper had down with him. For four years, he avoided glancing at giant movie posters with his brother's enlarged face, turned the other way when he came to a magazine rack. For four years, he had only seen his brother twice, even though his picture was everywhere. Both times were accidental.

Blaine was pulled out of his thoughts as Kurt cleared his throat. He raised his head and looked directly at his brother for the first time since eighth grade. Blaine was sure he would find a look of disgust or fear at seeing Blaine with another boy, but all he saw in Cooper's eyes was sadness. The look was so deep and sincere, it almost looked like Cooper was sad that he was making Blaine cry. But he knew that wasn't true. He knew how much his brother hated him because of his sexuality. He knew he would never forgive Cooper for leaving him, no matter how sad he looked. No matter how much explaining he would give, or how many times he said sorry, Blaine knew it would be useless.

Cooper stood there, mouth agape in shock. Though his eyes were mainly filled with unconditional sadness, there was also a small slice of surprise. Blaine knew it wasn't because he was with another boy, because Cooper knew Blaine was gay. That's why he left. No, Blaine was sure it was because he actually walked in on Blaine and his boyfriend making out. Blaine contemplated smirking, just to make his brother uncomfortable, but he decided against it. He wouldn't give Cooper the satisfaction of seeing him smirk, let alone smile. After what felt like a decade of silence and frozen movements, Blaine finally broke it.

He hugged Kurt closely to his chest protectively. Then, Kurt repeated, "Blaine...why is-"

"I don't know, Kurt." Blaine interrupted a bit too sternly. But it wasn't directed at Kurt. The comment seemed to wake Cooper from his thoughts. He blinked, then he lifted his foot, as if to take a step forward. But he placed his foot back on the ground and held his ground. He seached Blaine's face for any sign of joy. All he saw was hate. Then, he uttered his word to his brother after four years.

"Blaine..."

Blaine clenched his fists and pushed Kurt back a few inches, so that he could stand up. He never let go of Kurt's hand. "Don't Cooper. Just don't!"

Cooper studied his brother. He had changed. He was almost unrecognizable. Four years ago, his brother would return home from school with purple and black fresh bruises on his arms. Now, those arms were a healthy, tanned color, no sign of bruises. Four years ago, Blaine still had a bit of baby fat that stuck to his stomach and chest. But now, looking at his brother standing the middle of the living room in a loose, white wifebeater, he could tell that the extra fat had disappeared. In it's place was now a firm chest and just the barest hint of abs peeking through his clothed stomach. His shoulders were now broad and masculine. The only thing Cooper really rememberd about Blaine was that he was short. Well, that didn't change much.

Cooper raised his eyes to look at Blaine's face. His eyes, once a warm honey color, were now dark and wide. His pupils were dilated and almost all black. His jaw was set and Cooper could tell he was clenching his teeth. His face was different. Four years ago, he looked a couple years younger than he really was. His cheeks were round and his eyes large and fearful. Not that Cooper blamed him after all that he went through. Now, Blaine looked almost like an adult. His cheeks weren't the same rounded shape anymore, and Cooper was sure that if his brothers' eyes weren't filled with hate, they would shine with confidence.

Cooper knew he should be feeling proud of his brother. But all he could feel was regret. He was eight when Blaine was born, but he rememberd the day perfectly. As he held the small bundle in his arms, he promised himself he would protect him, no matter what. He did just that for about eight years, until Cooper started teasing Blaine. He never hurt him physically but whenever his friends were around or watching, he would taunt and tease Blaine. He was weak. He always knew Blaine as the strong one. That was why he left, he thought Blaine would be able to handle it. He thought Blaine would be better off without him teasing and taunting him. He thought we was a better person when he left. But in the end, he had done the opposite of what he promised himself. He had hurt Blaine so bad, and he knew that. He was just being selfish when he left. Now, four years later, his brother was seventeen and grown up. And all Cooper had become was someone he promised himself he'd never be.

He took a step forward toward Blaine. Blaine took a step back, still clinging onto Kurt's hand. Kurt stood up next to Blaine and wrapped an arm around his waist, eyes still trained on the actor. Kurt was excited and nevous and concerned. He was so excited that one of the most famous Hollywood actors was in the same room as him, but he knew something was wrong. He rememberd how Blaine yelled at the actor like they were- Suddenly, realization hit him like a bullet. His mind cleared and now he knew why Blaine had stiffened when he heard Cooper's name being announced on the news. Knew why Blaine broke like a dam when the actor said he was an only child. Because he lied. Cooper wasn't an only child, he had a sibling, a brother to be exact. And his name was Blaine Anderson.

Kurt took a tentative step forward, keeping his hold on Blaine's hand. "Are-You're Blaine's brother?"

Cooper stared at Kurt for a couple seconds and nodded so slightly that Kurt almost missed it.

Blaine pulled his hand gently and Kurt stepped backwards. Blaine spoke up. "No. He's not. He's not part of the family anymore." Blaine kept his voice composed, but some hate still managed to seep into the words.

Cooper visibly flinched at the words. They stung. Blaine knew that, and he meant them to. It was nothing compared to the pain Cooper gave him for four year. Cooper's voice was pleading, "Blaine, please."

"No." Blaine picked up his jacket and pulled Kurt toward the doorway that led to the hallway. "Come on, Kurt. I think I'll drive you home.."

Kurt took one glance behind him before he left the room. Cooper stood in the same spot he was in when Kurt first saw him in the doorway. Cooper lifted his eyes and met Kurt's for the smallest fraction of a second. They were pleading and desperate and they screamed 'I'm sorry.' Then, Blaine dragged him out the front door and into the snow-covered driveway, and they were gone.

Ooooh I'll update tomorrow even though I'm done with chapter 3. Favourite this if you like it, review if you want more! If you hate it, feel free to yell at me via review. gracias for the kidney and the cookies, whoever you are. Keep on sending your internal organs! later skaters ~