Title: Trying Times and Telephone Lines
Chapter: 9/?
Summary: Au. Blaine Anderson is a struggling musician in the city that never sleeps. The very last thing he needs is a snarky telemarketer trying to sell him something useless late at night. But, there's something different about this particular telemarketer. He's quick witted and doesn't hold back. Maybe he is exactly what Blaine needs to get him out of his perpetual slump.
There's quite a bit of dialog in this, seeing as it's based of phone calls, so just for reference's sake when a character is talking it will be typed as
Kurt
Blaine
Mrs. Jenkins
Okay? Okay.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
A/N: This chapter probably doesn't need an M rating, but the story as a whole does, so I'm not changing it. This chapter is just Blaine and Cooper with a little Mrs. Jenkins. Warnings of kidnapping. Have at it!
Rating: M
Blaine did not understand why Mrs. Jenkins all of a sudden decided that he must learn to crochet. Was that really a skill that he was going to need in his life? Of course Blaine was all for breaking gender roles, but he always thought it should involve like- more silk blouses and a lot less brightly colored yarn. He had no idea why he was here.
He never had been able to say no to Mrs. Jenkins.
His inability to turn the older woman down is what got him sitting cross legged in her apartment, completely tangled in rainbow yarn.
With his brow furrowed and his tongue sticking out, Blaine was the picture of concentration a he glared down at the hook and yarn in his hands.
"Mrs. Jenkins I can't do this!"Blaine whined trying to untangle his latest concoction of yarn.
"Nobody likes a whiner Blaine."
"Nobody likes crocheting!"
"I do. Are you saying I'm a nobody?"
Blaine grumbled indignantly and continued to try and untangle himself.
Suddenly there was a series of loud thumps from below.
"Don't freak our Blaine. We aren't gonna hurt you. Were actually about to make your life pretty spectacular,"Mrs. Jenkins said, standing up suddenly.
"Wh- "Blaine began, but was cut off my Mrs. Jenkins coming over and pressing a blindfold to his eyes.
"Mrs. Jenkins!"Blaine yelled, flailing a bit.
"Just-hold-still!"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Listen to the woman Blaine," a deeper voice that was totally not Mrs. Jenkins told him.
"Cooper? What is going on?"Blaine asked, trying to wriggle out of Mrs. Jenkins's grip. God she was strong for an old lady.
"Blaine stop fighting! We're going on a surprise adventure!" Cooper told him excitedly.
"Your adventures never end well!"
"Yes they do, they totally do."
"Need I remind you of the Build a Bear conundrum of '07?"
"Oh my god that was one time! And security is just way too over sensitive these days."
"You scared several small children to the point of needing therapy."
"That is an exaggeration."
"Barely."
"Blaine, I'm asking you as your brother, to trust me. Just this once," Cooper asked, absolutely sincere.
"Why do I feel like these are going to be my last words?"
"Are you saying yes?"
"I'm saying yes."
Cooper squealed and began rushing around excitedly.
"Okay. Okay! Just take my hand and follow me!"
Blaine sighed and reached out for his brother's hand.
"I can't believe I'm giving into you again!"
"I promise you that you won't regret this."
"I'm trusting you. I really shouldn't. But I'm trusting you."
Cooper giggled and continued to pull Blaine along down steps and around turns.
Blaine was met with a sudden burst of fresh air and the intensified sounds of his surrounding city. Copper continued to drag him about for a couple more minutes, chattering about how much of a genius he was.
"And here we are," Cooper stated, dropping Blaine's hand to do god knows what.
Blaine made to take off his blindfold, but was stopped by Cooper before he could.
"What do you think you're doing!"
"I thought you said we were here!"
"Here as at my car. You have to keep that on until we get to the next destination," Cooper explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. In Cooper's world it probably was.
"And how far away is that?"Blaine asked, dropping his hands in defeat.
"About a half hour, give or take New York City traffic."
Blaine sighed and allowed his brother to shove him into the passenger side of his little blue car.
"Alright. My name is Cooper Anderson and I will be your Captain this evening. Please take note that there are no emergency exits. In case of an emergency please feel free to scream and wet your pants. That's probably what I'll do anyways. Alright folks, buckle up, hang tight and prepare for lift off. You're flight attendants will be around shortly with complimentary drinks," Cooper said in his awful impression of a pilot. He buckled Blaine's seat belt for him and started his car.
It wasn't even five minutes into the drive (or Blaine estimated it was five minutes. He couldn't actually see) that Cooper announced that they were in need of some "tunage".
"You're an English professor. I don't think you're supposed to make up words," Blaine scolded, itching at the blindfold.
"Stop picking at it! And I'm a creative writing professor. Creative. Totally different. It's my job to make shit up. It's also my job to put a level of value on the shit other people make up," Cooper explained to him, flipping on the radio.
"Oh my god I love this song!"Blaine squeaked, wiggling around. He'd never admit it, but he was actually kind of excited to go on an adventure with his brother. They hadn't done this in a while and Blaine had missed it. He just hopped that Cooper didn't get himself into trouble. Again.
They boys spent the rest of the drive laughing and singing at the top p their lungs, just like they did when they were little.
Blaine really was so lucky to have Cooper.
"Okay. Oh my god we're here. Okay hang on!" Cooper squealed putting the car in park. "Keep that on until I tell you to take it off!"
Blaine huffed but nodded in agreement.
Cooper sprang out of the car to run around. Blaine wasn't sure what he was doing, but he was getting way too excited.
"Okay," Cooper said opening the car door for Blaine, "I want you to put one hand in this and one hand in mine."
Cooper took Blaine's hand and set it on the handle of something.
"What is this?"Blaine asked him, seriously confused. Blaine really hoped this wasn't going to be some strange public battle of some sort. Cooper had just discovered a new series about children who were chosen to fight to the death. Blaine was not read to reenact that book.
"It's a handle to a rolling bag. But that's all I'm telling you! You'll see soon enough!"
Taking Blaine's other hand Cooper began to pull him along again.
Blaine was met with warm air and the sound of wheels rolling about. Cell phones were going off in every direction and there was a small child wailing somewhere nearby.
Where the hell had Cooper brought him?
"Okay," Cooper breathed out, way too excited for his own good, "I would make you wear the blindfold the whole time, but that would probably make me look like a terrorist and I just don't think I could talk myself out of that one. I'd ask for a drum roll, but there aren't any available, I know I checked, so Mouser, take off your blind fold!"
Blaine giggled at his crazy brother's antics and reached up to shove the offending black cloth away from his eyes.
Blinking, Blaine took in his surroundings.
They were in an airport. Which one, he wasn't completely sure, but it was easy to tell that they were in some sort of plane bearing facility.
"Cooper," Blaine asked slowly, "Wh- why are we in an airport?"
"Because, silly. It's your birthday soon and I decided to make it the best one ever. With a little help from my friends of course," Cooper said, a wide grin breaking out across his face.
Blaine was stunned.
"Where are we going?"he managed to croak out.
Copper took a deep breath gearing up for the myriad of emotions that Blaine was about to go through.
"Well, you see. I called up this snarky telemarketer and he agreed to have the Anderson brothers stay with him for a spell. So Blaine, we're going to Florida."
"We- we're going to Florida? To- to see Kurt?"Blaine managed to get out.
Cooper hummed in response.
"Oh my god,"Blaine whispered, tearing up. He could not even believe this. He could not believe his crazy stupid insane amazing perfect brother was taking him to finally meet Kurt.
Blaine couldn't find any more words, so he settled on throwing himself at his brother.
"Oof!" Cooper grunted, catching Blaine and holding him close and he trembled and buried his face in His chest.
"I- thank you. I love you so much Alley Cat,"Blaine said, composing himself.
"My pleasure Mouser. No c'mon we need to check in or we'll miss our flight. And I don't think Kurt will be too happy having to sit at the airport longer than necessary."
Blaine stopped, almost mid-step, a horrified look crossing his face.
"Kurt is going to be at the airport?"
"Well yeah. Duh," Cooper said rolling his eyes.
"Oh my god Cooper! I'm wearing plaid! PLAID!"Blaine screeched.
"Yes, and?"
"I'm meeting Kurt for the first time wearing plaid. Oh no. Oh no oh no," Blaine began to mutter to himself.
"I happen to think plaid is awesome," Cooper offered.
"Oh no! You packed for me! Oh no no no!"
Blaine was panicking. Oh my god Cooper couldn't even handle it. It was like a little kitten that had gotten way too high on catnip.
"Mouser- hey Mouser!" Cooper said, stopping Blaine and making him look at him, "I packed the outfits I've seen you wear the most. I promise there isn't any more plaid. And I also promise that Kurt would be thrilled to see you even if you were wearing sweatpants. He's your friend. Okay?"
Blaine took a breath and nodded. The poor kid was gonna give himself a heart attack.
Cooper grabbed Blaine's hand again and began to drag him all around the airport again.
Most people hate airports. They're loud an busy and they take too much time.
Blaine loved airports. He loved to watch people, airports were always the best place for it. He could sit and watch people and give them amazing stories and even write songs about them. It was probably one of his most favorite things to do.
The Anderson brothers did not have time to sit an people watch. Not today.
They ran around from point to point like chickens with their heads cut off. They got through check in with very few problems, which was entirely surprising to Blaine. Cooper usually found a way to mess up things like that. Blaine was super thankful his brother decided to be a normal human being for once.
Before they knew it, Blaine and Cooper were sitting on the plane, chattering about all the amazing things they were going to do in Florida.
"We're going to Disney land. We're so going to Disney land," Cooper said excitedly.
"Disney land is in California I think," Blaine told him giggling.
Cooper rolled his eyes at him, but continued to smile.
"I'm just so so excited!"Blaine squealed looking out the window at the disappearing land below him.
"I'm excited too!"
Blaine giggled and then broke into a giant yawn.
"Sorry," he said, shaking his head, " I was up late writing last night."
"Why don't you take a nap? Maybe when you wake up we'll be super close to your prince charming," Cooper grinned, clicking back himself.
Blaine grumbled at him, but mimicked his movements and got comfortable.
As Blaine closes his eyes and slowly let sleep take him, he knew he'd be having warm dreams of a bright smile.
This was going to be the best birthday ever.
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