Cooper was bored. It was the hardest part of visiting his parents. You would think living in a gated community guaranteed a good time but really nothing ever happened around there. No drunken parties, no childish pranks, nothing. And as an actor it was vital to his creative mindset that he be entertained. At least at his home, he could go out with his theater buddies and have a few drinks. Here, he couldn't do much but watch t.v. or hang out with his teenaged brother.

Oh! He could mess with Blaine! Why hadn't he thought of that? Cooper grinned and pushed himself off the couch, trying to contain his giddiness as he climbed up the stairs. He listened for any sign of the younger Anderson brother and was relieved to hear the sound of the bathroom shower, as well as Blaine's voice belting a Katy Perry song. Perfect. Cooper snuck into his brother's room, swiping a few things he was sure Blaine would miss before running and back down stairs to hide the items. Was this a little immature for someone his age? Absolutely. But he was bored! Besides, Cooper was a few years behind on his brotherly duty of annoying the shit out of his younger brother and didn't want Blaine to start thinking he was safe.

Cooper watched t.v. impatiently. He heard the footsteps upstairs as Blaine walked to his room not long ago. Minutes passed and still nothing. Cooper checked his watch and looked back to the staircase. Fifteen minutes and still nothing. Was Blaine seriously that oblivious?

Finally, he heard his brother coming down the staircase. Cooper forced a blank expression on his face as he pretended to be interested in the making of butterscotch. Blaine, wearing jeans and undershirt and hair still in curls, stands at the edge of the couch and crosses his arms. Cooper can feel the glare burning through him and he turns to face Blaine with a smile. "Hey little brother…"

"You had no right to be in my room." Blaine says abruptly. Cooper places a hand on his chest with a look of me? on his face. Blaine rolls his eyes. "I know you were there so don't even start! Where are my sunglasses?"

"Blaine, don't you think it's little insensitive to accuse your brother of such a breech of privacy? Maybe you left them at your boyfriends house…"

"Where's my cell phone?" Blaine's getting impatient now, his feet tapping on the carpet.

"How the hell should I know? Don't you lose that thing like all the time anyway?"

"Cooper." Blaine growls, fist clenching. "Where's my hair gel?" Cooper's trying to remain composed, but a smile slips through the charade. Not even years of acting classes can hide his amusement. "Seriously, it's not funny! Kurt will be here any minute, and I can't go out with him looking like a poodle!"

And yeah, he kind of does thanks to his mother's genetics. Cooper was blessed with his father's straight hair, but had a feeling even if Blaine had the same hair; he'd still put mountains of gel in his hair. "Well, maybe it's a good thing it went missing. It can make you go bald, you know."

"Tell me where you hid them, or else." Blaine said low. Cooper's eyes widen as he laughs.

"Or else what Blaine?" His brother's shoulders are tense, shaking by this point. His smile grows. Deciding to be nice…"Maybe you should sit down and read for a little bit."

Blaine's face falters to confusion before he recognizes the particular tone Cooper used. His eyes flicker over to the large bookcase on the side of the room and sure enough, Blaine sees his cell phone resting on the very top, well beyond his reach. Blaine then looks around for other tall things where his stuff could be. The fan attached to the ceiling is where he sees his sunglasses. No hair gel in sight, but it doesn't matter because he's enraged that his brother has mocked him in this way.

Before he can think, his foot is jabbing Cooper's shin. Not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough that Cooper yelps and grabs where he's been hit. "You're such a dick." Blaine mutters, knowing it won't end there. What he has done has just started one of the oldest traditions in brotherhood. A war that won't end until one of them is begging for escape.

Cooper's face becomes very serious. He stands up and towers over his younger brother, but what Cooper has in height, Blaine makes up for in strength. A lot of it actually. Come to think of it, the last time they did this, Blaine was a lot thinner and had less muscle definition. He supposed Blaine wanting to look good for Kurt had caused his little brother to work out more.

He's still pretty sure he could take him. "Come at me, bro."

Blaine rushes at his brother and tackles him to the ground. Blaine's definitely much more powerful than Cooper remembers as he topples back and they're both on the floor. Before Blaine can hit him, Cooper's quick reflexes grab his wrists and pin him to the floor. With a huge smile, Cooper's making Blaine turn his fist to hit his facewith his own face. "Stop hitting yourself, Blaine!"

"Really?" Blaine says trying to pull away from his own fist. "You're so immature! You're fucking 26 years old!"

"And kicking your ass with your own fist." Cooper's laugh dissolves into a gasp as Blaine's knee makes contact with his stomach. Blaine pushes his brother back against the coffee table and stands up. He takes up a boxing position that makes Cooper want to laugh if he wasn't so breathless. "Where did you pick that up from?"

"Dalton Academy Fight Club. Which naturally, I can't talk about."

Cooper laughs as he stands up, facing Blaine. He lets Blaine take the first swing at him so that his balance is slightly off, enough where Cooper can push him forward. Blaine lands on the coffee table and manages to keep his weight from breaking it. In doing so, the lower half of his body, namely his crotch, makes contact with the edge and unbearable pain shoots out through him. He should have just let the damn table break.

"Oh, I loved you in that movie, Ms. Bonham-Carter." Cooper teased. Blaine closed his eyes and whispers.

"Hardly clever."

Cooper shrugs. "Well, gotta work with what you give me." When the pain finally stops, Blaine pushes up and rushes for Cooper again. This time he makes contact with his brother's face. Blaine can hear a loud crack as Cooper backtracks, grasping onto his face. Blaine smiles until he sees blood dripping from his brother's nose.

"Oh my god! Cooper, are you alright?" Blaine stupidly gets close to him. Cooper smiles and stomps down on Blaine's barefoot. Blaine yelps but is silenced as Cooper hits him across the face. The brother struggle back and forth for a bit. Shoving and pushing and kicking and punching every little thing they can. It's getting harsh but Cooper loves how his brother can actually fight back now. The adrenaline flowing through his veins every time Blaine struck him or Cooper got a good throw in on him was like a rush and he knows Blaine is loving it too.

They're broken out of this moment by a voice. "What are you doing? Stop it!" Blaine and Cooper stop and look up. Kurt is running over, the door left wide open. He pauses when they do, his eyes big with shock. Blaine, realizing he was still mid-punch takes a step away and rubs his arm. Cooper wonders if he'll get in trouble for this later as Blaine's mentioned a few times how much of a pacifist Kurt is.

Cooper just rubs the back of his neck and laughs. He and Blaine were roughhousing pretty hard. He could only imagine what it looked like to the outside eye. "What? You've never wrestled with your brother before?"

"No." Blaine answers for him. Kurt raises an eyebrow in confusion. "They're stepbrothers and they didn't grow up together. Finn's not really a fighter anyway."

"Wrestling? What…?" Suddenly it clicks for Kurt. Of course he wouldn't know whether they were serious or not, he was an only child for 16 years of his life. He had no sibling to take his aggression out on sort to say. Kurt flushes and groans. "Oh…Seriously? You two looked like you were trying to kill each other… For god sakes, Cooper's bleeding!" Cooper looked down at his hands that were still covered in blood. "And it got on Blaine's shirt!"

"It's just an undershirt…" Blaine said sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed his boyfriend had noticed his brother's injury. He didn't feel so guilty about hurting Cooper—the older Anderson would have been more freaked out if it had been broken. Besides Cooper did deserve it. "I was getting ready for our date and Cooper took some of my stuff… My cell phone, my sunglasses and my hair gel."

Kurt crossed his arms and shot a bitch-glare at Cooper. "Cooper Anderson, is this true?"

Cooper hated to admit it, but the look held a lot of power. Maybe because it was the same look his mother would use on him when he got in trouble. "I was bored." He answered weakly.

"Where did you put them?"

Cooper motions his head towards the top of the bookcase where Blaine's cell phone is. Kurt rolls his eyes and walks over to get it. With his longer limbs and added few inches, he's able to reach the cell phone and hands it to Blaine. The younger Anderson kisses his boyfriend on the cheek as he accepts the phone. "Thank you baby."

"I'll get your other things. Why don't you go change your shirt?" Kurt suggested. Blaine nodded and rushed back to the stairs, not before sticking his tongue out at Cooper. After he climbs up the stairs, Cooper reaches up and grabs Blaine sunglasses, handing them to Kurt.

"You have to admit, it was a pretty badass prank." Kurt can't help but smile as he clutches the sunglasses. "His hair gel is in the pantry…highest shelf."

Kurt did chuckle at that. He twirled the glasses around his fingers for a moment and said. "Actually…I didn't hear you say that. As far as he's concerned, you didn't take it." Cooper gives Kurt a sideways look. "What? Is it too much to ask for one date without my hands getting covered in that sludge? Besides, it's bad for his hair. I just read an article about how it can make men bald."

Cooper laughed, remembering why he liked Kurt so much. "That's what I told him. See, I was really doing it for his own good."

"Uh-huh." Kurt said, clucking his tongue. "And you and Blaine totally didn't look like Edward and Emmett fighting just now."

"Please tell me I'm Emmett."

Kurt smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I've see Blaine shirtless—he's definitely more packed than you are."

And there's part two. Next part should be coming up soon! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted, or favorited this story. Your praise is like cocaine :)

Next up: Cooper's attempts at cheering up Blaine on his 18th birthday.