Random Drabble
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Blaine heard him before he said anything. Blaine didn't bother to open his eyes. The swoosh of his wings could never be missed, it was dramatic and loud, just like Cooper.
"What are you doin' up here, little B?"
Blaine smiled slightly at the old nickname. Not moving, he simply said, "Flying."
There was a pause of Cooper's part. Blaine was currently sitting on the roof outside his window, a dangerous feat for someone who couldn't fly.
He had his eyes closed, his face turned up towards the sun. Behind him his flightless wings flapped slightly in delight as the sun warmed their feathers, the wind blowing through them softly. His wings beat slightly, back and forth, back and forth, in the wind as if he were flying.
It was the closest Blaine was going to get.
"You don't have to say anything." Blaine said after a moment, "I know this is probably awkward for you."
"It's not-" Blaine opened his eyes then, raising an eyebrow at his big brother. "Ok maybe I'm a little out of my element." Blaine smirked before turning back to the sky. "You seem better." Cooper's voice was soft, hopeful.
Blaine shrugged, eyes closed once again. "I'm not. I'm just sick of crying."
Blaine felt Cooper sit beside him, "I wish there was something I could do for you, B."
Blaine sighed softly, shaking his head. "Cooper, just being here is more than enough. I know your career-"
"Fuck my career. It means nothing compared to you." Cooper saif forcefully, voice cracking. "And…and those fuckers in Hollywood get old anyway. They're all the same." Blaine smiled again, eyes still closed. "I am sorry, you know…that I can't do more."
"Don't be sorry." Blaine said seriously, "Just…just fly with me."
Neither brother said anything more, they just sat on the roof, flying, for the rest of the afternoon.
