Hello again! Here's the update for whoever reads this! It's still really short, but I promise the chapters will get longer! I am hoping to get this done by Thursday this week, but with all the homework I've had lately, who knows!? I want it done by then because I read more spoilers and from what I understand, what I planned on having the ending be is already cannon, so I was really pissed about that... Ahh oh well!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but apparently they can take ideas from my head and my hoarded notebooks under my bed.
Blaine still hadn't left the park bench yet when his phone vibrated. Looking down at his phone hopefully, he sees that it's not Kurt, who he was hoping desperately for, but it's his brother, Cooper, who at the moment is just as good.
"Hello?" He says after a quick sniffle, his voice cracking from not using it since the apartments.
"Squirt! Where are you little bro? I'm on my way home for a mini vacation! Mama and Papa are wondering where you are! They've been calling me since they found your bed empty!" Cooper said, fast and excited, without any breaths at all.
"I'm in New York. I, uh, I went to visit Kurt and, umm, things are… Not going too well Coop… I really need someone and he won't talk to me. I'm all alo-," Blaine broke into heaving sobs mid-word.
"Hey there," Cooper said comfortingly. "Tell me exactly where you are and I'll be there to bring you home. You're so lucky my transfer flight is in New York City. I'll take a taxi cab and we can talk all about it. Squirt, you are never alone. You will always have me, even if you have no one else; I am always here for you. Please never forget that. Now what I want you to do is to stay exactly where you are. I'm on my way, Blaine."
"Th-thank you Coop…" he said, giving up on fighting the sobs that wracked his body violently. "Umm, would you mind staying on the phone with me? I'm alone in Battery Park and I just need to hear a voice right now…"
"Of course I will, Hun! TAXI! Ok I'm here Blaine. Don't worry; I'll be there as soon as I can. Can you take me to Battery Park as fast as you can? I need to meet someone immediately. I'm here," Cooper kept on whispering soft encouraging words to his younger brother, who needed some love. Whispering sweet memories of their childhood, he listened to the strangled sounds coming from the other side of the call. Every moan, every sniffle, and every sob broke Cooper's heart piece by piece.
By the time Cooper got to Battery Park, he was in tears and running as fast as he could to find his brother. "Blaine? Can you hear me?"
"Mhm…"
"I need you to tell me what you see. Can you do that, Squirt?"
"Mmmm. I see a tree. And a tall building. I'm lying on a bench. It hurts Coop… Everything is blurry and it's spinning…"
"I know, Bee. Just wait, I'll be there any minute now."
"Please hurry…"
"I'm trying." Cooper was out of breath. He stopped in the middle of two paths and looked in both directions. He saw a park bench on the right with a small heap of clothing on it. Hoping it wasn't just a homeless person, he sprinted towards it.
"Blaine! Is that you?!" The heap sat up and looked at him. Cooper almost stopped dead in his tracks at the boy in front of him. His brother, usually so lively and happy, had puffy, swollen red eyes and tear streaks on his entire face. His lips were more chapped than usual and his hair was not its usual neat, gelled down self, but it was disheveled and not at all how a former Dalton boy would wear his hair.
Cooper knelt down next to the boy and took him in his arms. "Blaine… I'm right here, sweetie. I'm right here." He stroked his brother's unruly, curly hair to comfort him. Blaine dropped his head into Cooper's shoulder and sobbed hysterically.
"I-I-I just l-lov-v-ve him so mu-ch," he managed between sobs. "I need him." Blaine looked at his older brother with sad, puppy eyes. "I need him," he whispered.
"I know. I know it hurts. I know you need him. Let's get you home. We can talk about this on the way home." Blaine just nodded and dropped his head back down. Cooper scooped him up and carried him back to the cab that he told to wait for him to return. "Do you want to listen to music? I have my iPod. It might help you." Blaine nodded slowly. Cooper usually listened to hard rock and classical music, so he wouldn't have to worry about a Broadway song coming on that would remind him of Kurt.
Setting the whole playlist to shuffle, Blaine settled down, resting his head on Cooper's shoulder. In response, Cooper wrapped his arm around his brother, and pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head. He pulled out his phone and made a phone call home.
"Mama? I found Blaine. He was in New York. Yes, I have him with me. Don't ask him questions when we get there. He's had his first heart-break. Yes. Can you tell Papa too? Thanks Mama. I love you, too."
Cooper jostled Blaine to let him know that they needed to talk. Pulling out the headphones, Blaine looked up at his older brother, all of the usual sparkle completely missing.
"Bee? Do you want to talk about what happened, or do you just want-," he was cut off mid-sentence again.
"I wanna talk. You deserve to know why your flight home was ruined." Not waiting for his brother to protest, he continued swiftly. "I was only trying to help." Tears began to stream down Blaine's face.
"Hey… It's alright, Blaine. Stop talking about it." Cooper slowly strokes Blaine's curly head. "Shhhhh…" Blaine softly sobs into Cooper's shoulder. Cradling his baby brother, the way he has since he was first born, he begins to sing to him the same song he would sing whenever Blaine would fall down and hurt himself.
Daniel my brother you are younger than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Slowly rocking his brother, he repeats the chorus of the song, lulling him to sleep.
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-J.D.