"Come on Cooper!" Blaine whined.
"I'm sorry Blaine, I have to put my foot down on this one."
"I'm not a kid anymore, you can't boss me around."
"If you want me to go to the club with you, then lose the bowtie."
Blaine glared at his brother, before stomping off to the bathroom to try on other outfits.
"And hurry up! Jeez, you're worse than a…" Cooper's sentence trailed off as Blaine reappeared wearing a light green v-neck t-shirt. The color brought out the greenish hue to Blaine's hazel brown eyes, and the cut flattered his trim frame. Cooper was at a loss for words for a few seconds before quickly recovering to remark, "Well that was quick."
Blaine smiled, already giddy with anticipation at his first outing to a big city gay nightclub. He grabbed his coat and headed to the door while Cooper reached for his keys and trailed behind.
"Forget the jacket. It doesn't get too cold here at night. And hold on a sec." Blaine felt Cooper's hand on his ass and stopped abruptly. "Just a loose string, let me get it. There, much better." Blaine giggled as Cooper swatted his ass to scoot him out the door.
There was a line to get into the club, but when Blaine and Cooper showed up the bouncer immediately beckoned them to the front. The two brothers looked at each other with expressions of "Why not?" as they headed to the door.
"You two are too good-looking to wait in this line," he whispered to them, then said more loudly, "I assume you're on the list?"
"Of course," Cooper said with a confident smile. Blaine nodded in agreement. The bouncer pretended to check their names off a list and let them in.
"Whoa, that was a lucky break," Blaine said once they were inside.
"That wasn't luck Blaine. We got it, brother!" Cooper said as he put his arm around Blaine's shoulder and gave him a victory shake. "Now as long as that guy doesn't expect blowjobs later, we'll be fine," he added.
Blaine looked mortified for a moment before realizing that his brother was kidding, then they both laughed and shook their heads. "Come on, let's get a drink," Cooper said.
The place was pumping with hot men dancing to techno dance music, black lights and a fog machine creating an otherworldly atmosphere. Soon, both Blaine and Cooper were buzzed.
"I want to dance Coop!"
"Not sure about this music, but I'll try," said Cooper, gamely.
They carved out a spot on the crowded dance floor, surrounded by writhing limbs and shirtless, chiseled torsos, bodies swaying to a primal beat. After a few songs, Blaine excused himself to go to the bathroom, slowly working his way through the mass of masculine flesh to his destination.
Fifteen minutes later and Blaine still nowhere in sight, Cooper decided to go look for him. God, I hope he didn't pass out, I don't think he's that drunk, Cooper thought to himself as he rounded a corner and entered the hallway where the bathrooms were located. He recognized Blaine's laugh before he saw him. His brother was leaning with his back against the wall, knees bent as if he could slide down to the floor any minute. He was in conversation with a handsome blond with tousled hair and a flirty smile. The stranger had one shoulder leaning into the wall next to Blaine, their faces drunkenly close. Cooper felt his blood pumping. Without thinking, he found himself heading over to the two men and grabbing Blaine.
"Cooper!" Blaine said cheerily, his face dropping when he saw his brother's concerned expression. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong Blaine? I let you go off on your own and you don't come back. And then I find you in the hallway with a stranger!"
"Hey, he looks like he can take care of himself," the stranger chimed in.
Cooper gave the man a withering look before hissing, "This is my little brother. He's not even old enough to be here. I suggest you leave us alone."
"Brothers huh? Kinky," the stranger said before quickly disappearing, no doubt in search of an easier hook-up.
"Coop, why did you have to embarrass me like that!"
"Blaine, what if I hadn't run into you? I'd like to think you can handle yourself, but you're still so young and maybe a bit too trusting."
"Then why did you bring me here? If you're not going to let me talk to anyone."
"It's not that. It didn't seem like that guy wanted to 'talk' much anyway. Look, let's get back to the dancefloor. We can stay, but I'm not letting you leave my sight."
"You're no fun," Blaine sullenly as he followed his brother out the hallway. Blaine threw his arms around Cooper, leaning his face into his brother's shoulder.
"On second thought, you are drunker than I thought. I think it's time to go home."
"Okay Coop," Blaine murmured into his brother's shirt.
By the time they got back home, Blaine was half asleep. Cooper laid him out on the couch, pulling his little brother's shoes off and tucking him in.