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"So how's the college life?"

Blaine looked up. Cooper flopped on the end of his bed and gave him an expectant look. It was the day after Thanksgiving, which had just been Blaine, his parents, Cooper and his fiancée, and his grandparents on his mother's side. His father's side of the family was traveling for the holidays. Anderson Thanksgivings had never been particularly large but this one was smaller than normal.

The younger Anderson shrugged.

"Okay, I guess," he told his brother, whose face fell.

"Just okay?" Cooper asked.

"I'm not particularly fond of any of my classes," Blaine said.

"There's always a few classes," Cooper agreed. "But I'm sure next semester's classes will be better."

"Not if they're more business classes," Blaine grumbled. Cooper gave him a concerned look.

"Something on your mind, squirt?" he asked. Blaine gave a heavy sigh and let his head fall forward.

"I hate my classes," he admitted. "I hate everything having to do with business. I don't want to be a business major, Coop."

"Have you told Mom and Dad?" Cooper asked. Blaine shook his head.

"I can't," he said.

"Why not?" Cooper asked. Blaine stared at him in disbelief.

"Why not? They're already disappointed that I'm gay. Just because of that, they think that I won't have the perfect life," Blaine snapped, making air quotations around the phrase "perfect life".

"You still buy into that?" Cooper asked. "Blaine, there's no such thing as the perfect life. I know what I said at the graduation party but that's not the most important thing in life."

"Easy for you to say," Blaine replied bitterly. "You've already got the perfect life."

Cooper sighed.

"That's not true, Blaine," he said. "My life isn't perfect."

Blaine gave a derisive snort.

"Yeah right," he grumbled. "You already have the girlfriend and the degree and you've practically got the job. You just need the family and then you'll be Mom and Dad's perfect son."

Cooper sighed again. Apparently this had been building in his brother for quite some time.

"Blaine, it's different for you. The standards aren't as high for you. I'm the oldest. If you think the pressure for you is bad, just imagine what it was like for me."

"Well, you didn't have to set the standards so high," Blaine grumbled, burying his face in a pillow. "I'm never going to live up to that."

"You don't have to," Cooper informed his brother. "Just talk to Mom and Dad and do what you want to do. You don't have to try and be me, no matter how awesome I am."

Blaine lifted his face out of the pillow and glared at his brother, who had attempted to turn the last part of the talk into a joke.

"Not the time, Cooper," he said. His brother's face fell.

"Dinner time!" Mrs. Anderson called up the stairs. "Come on boys!"

Cooper got up off of Blaine's bed and headed for the door.

"Think about what I said," he told his younger brother. "Don't let me or Mom and Dad define your life."

"So what are your boys' plans for the rest of the night?" Mr. Anderson asked halfway through dinner, which consisted mainly of leftovers from the night before.

"Donna and I are going to see a movie," Cooper said, grabbing his fiancée's hand under the table. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson looked over at Blaine, who was forced to finish chewing and swallow his food.

"The Warblers are getting together to celebrate them winning Sectionals and to catch up. I won't be home until late," Blaine said. Mrs. Anderson frowned.

"Will there be alcohol?" she asked. Blaine shook his head.

"Of course not, Mom," he replied. "It's at David's house and his parents will be home."

A tiny little lie. David's parents were out of town for the night, visiting family. David had volunteered to watch the pets for the night, giving them a venue for the party.

"Text us when you get there," Blaine's mother warned. "And text when you leave."

Blaine nodded absently. He tried to finish dinner as quickly as possible. His goal for the rest of break was to avoid his parents and Cooper for as much as possible so they couldn't ask him anymore about college and classes. He had nearly broken down in front of Cooper and didn't want to come that close again.

"Wes is picking me up in a few minutes," Blaine told his parents as he finished eating. "I'll see you in the morning."

He was up the stairs before anyone could reply.

"Excited?" Wes asked when he picked Blaine up fifteen minutes later.

"Glad to get out of the house," Blaine admitted. "I feel so—"

"Trapped?" Wes asked. "I've been feeling the same way. My parents have been getting on my case for partying the entire time I've been home."

Blaine laughed. He had met Wes's parents. He knew how intense they could be, especially when they weren't pleased by their son's actions.

"Have they gotten a few drunk phone calls as well?" he asked. Wes glared in Blaine's direction before turning his eyes back on the road.

Blaine jumped as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Who was calling him? He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and squinted as the light lit up the darkened car.

Kurt.

"Hey," Blaine said as he answered his phone.

"Hey!" Kurt said. "Happy late Thanksgiving! I meant to call yesterday but things were a bit hectic."

"Happy late Thanksgiving," Blaine replied. "It's okay. What's it like to be home?"

"It's nice," Kurt said. "Though everything thinks I'm going to break down in tears at any moment. That's irritating."

"Why do they think that?" Blaine asked, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, that's right. You wouldn't have heard yet. I guess I figured Mike would tell you," Kurt said.

"Tell me what?" Blaine asked.

"Sebastian and I broke up. After the Sectionals competition," Kurt stated bluntly. Blaine's eyes widened.

"What? Why?"

"Mike told me what he was doing to you. I wanted to apologize for that. I honestly had no idea."

Blaine's free hand tightened into a fist. Why had Mike told Kurt? Mike knew that Blaine didn't want Kurt to know.

"It's okay," he said. "I asked Mike to not tell you, though."

"Don't be mad at him," Kurt said. "I confronted him about it. He was being hostile toward Sebastian all night and I kind of lost it. Everything sort of spilled out after that."

"You didn't have to break up with him," Blaine said with a frown.

"Yes, I did," Kurt replied. "He blackmailed one of my friends. Blackmailing's never okay. He had no right."

"Well, I hope it didn't ruin your break," Blaine said. Kurt laughed.

"Trust me, I'm fine. It was bound to happen sometime soon. We've been on the rocks since the beginning of the semester. Anyway, how's your break going?"

"Okay, I guess," Blaine admitted. "I'm on my way to a party right now."

"Oh!" Kurt sounded shocked. "I'll talk to you later then." He hung up before Blaine could say anything else. Blaine put his phone away with a sigh. He was excited that Kurt and Sebastian had broken up but at the same time he wondered what that meant for him in the future. Sebastian was bound to be pissed, especially if he knew that Blaine was the reason behind the break-up. The other Warbler had never been the best of losers.

"Who was that?" Wes asked.

"Kurt," Blaine replied, staring out the window.

"Kurt? Is this the guy—?" Blaine nodded. Wes whistled.

"I met him last night," Wes said. "He seemed okay. Couldn't understand how he and Sebastian ever started dating, though."

"They broke up," Blaine informed his friend. "After the competition apparently."

Wes whistled lowly.

"I wonder what Sebastian's going to be like tonight," he muttered.

They needn't have worried. Wes and Blaine were the last to arrive to David's house. It was a typical Warbler party, filled with junk food, karaoke, and jumping on furniture to avoid getting hit with water balloons.

Sebastian never showed up.

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