This is potential canon, one of the last things to happen in season 2, I'd think.
"Guess who?" a warm, male voice says just as Kurt's sight is blinded by what he assumes are two hands. He'd been staring through the wall, looking at nothing, and just waiting for Mercedes to finally show up. She's probably under the risers, making out with Sam and pretending that nobody knows they are dating. He smiles, and leans back in his chair, a bit surprised that he didn't jolt or scream by the surprise, but this is hardly the worst surprise he's ever gotten in this moronic excuse for an educational institution.
"Is that you, Puck?" Kurt drawls sugar-sweetly, and a few fingers flex in front of his face.
"Guess again?"
"I sure hope it isn't you, Finn, because I know for a fact that you don't wash your hands after going to the toilet, and that's just… Ugh…"
"Gross," the voice behind him agrees. "And no, not Finn either."
"Hmm…" Kurt muses, enjoying this little game. "Matt? Did you come back? Did you miss us?"
"Who's Matt?" the voice asks confused.
"I take that as a 'no', then. Mike, did Tina finally let go of you?"
"They're glued by their lips over there," the voice says, and one hand disappears from in front of Kurt's eye to point in the right direction. Focusing away from the wall Kurt had been trying to hypnotize, he sees the couple a little to the left, ruining the appetite for quite a few classes. The hand covers his eye again.
"Well, I know for a fact that it can't be my darling boyfriend, because he has his last finals today. There's not that many young men in my life, whoever can this be?" he asks in an exaggerated southern drawl.
"It's me!" the voice exclaims proudly, and the hands in front of Kurt's eyes disappear. He turns around in his chair to see Cooper standing with extended arms in a wide tadaa-gesture.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt rolls his eyes. He's pretty sure that no matter how many years Blaine and he date, or spend as married men, he'll never quite figure out Cooper. Blaine has had 17 more years to solve the puzzle that is his big brother, and he still hasn't gotten any closer to an answer.
"I thought I'd surprise Blainers when he's done, and I'm kidnapping you as part of the surprise!" Cooper beams happily and points at Kurt.
"I still have classes," Kurt informs his sort-of-brother-in-law, one eyebrow raised in righteous judgment.
"Pssh, you've finished all your finals, and nobody cares if you ditch a few classes this close to summer break," Cooper insists, and even drapes Kurt's satchel over his shoulder like some kind of hostage.
"You know an awful lot about me?" Kurt says suspiciously.
"Blaine talks about you. A lot," Cooper sighs, and Kurt thrills inwardly. It's good to know that he's not the only one talking his family insane about his boyfriend. Still, Blaine obviously already has an insane family member.
"I have Glee," Kurt informs him coolly. "And I like Glee. We're performing a jaw-dropping number when the football team plays their something-something next week, so I need to be there today."
"We can sing in the car, and I can adjust and improve your part, free of charge – you are almost family, after all," Cooper winks. "Come on, text one of your friends so they know you weren't abducted by aliens, and let's go. Blaine is always so darn composed, and I really want to see his face if the two of us surprise him!"
Kurt can feel himself blush, because there are certain situations where Blaine is far from composed, and not really very dapper either, when he sweats, swears and rolls his eyes to the back of his scull while grinding against Kurt's thigh on the backseat of his Navigator. Not that Cooper should ever see that…
"What?" Cooper grins, and Kurt should never even think about… that around him, he's worse than Santana. Even if they haven't met all that many times yet, because it's really only been three months and five days since Kurt bedazzled Pavarotti's coffin and Blaine brought Kurt's heart back to life. But still, in that short but wonderful time, Cooper has managed to interrupt them at least four times – and this is only the second time Kurt actually sees Cooper. It's as if acquiring a boyfriend prompted Cooper to step up as a brother, and call frequently to make sure Blaine is doing well. So it's hardly a surprise anymore – but still oh so annoying – when they are wrapped up in each other in Blaine's room at Dalton sans roommate, hands exploring uncharted above the waist-territory – and then Blaine's phone will go off like a warning bell. Even if Blaine sheds his gentlemanly instincts, and ignores the phone in favour of Kurt, it's still distracting when the phone goes off more often than they are trying to get off.
"Come on," Cooper takes advantage of Kurt being distracted, and pulls him out of the chair. "Let's see if we can sneak up on him and make him guess – I can blindfold him while you talk, to confuse him. But no sex talk, and I'll poke his eyes out if he tries to kiss me. Maybe you should cover his eyes instead," Cooper rattles on, and walks briskly towards his rented car, tugging Kurt with him in a manner that vaguely reminds him of his first visit to Dalton. These Anderson boys certainly know how to be in charge. Kurt sighs, and reminds himself to text someone, anyone as soon as he's seated in the car. It seems as if he's ditching the rest of the day. A colony of butterflies does a collective lift-off in his stomach.
