Six-year-old Blaine looked out the window of his second-story bedroom and frowned. It was the perfect sunny day outside: late April, not a cloud in the sky, and perfectly sunny. Cooper was out on the driveway playing basketball with his friend from middle school, all while Blaine was stuck inside, even though it was Cooper's fault.

It had happened three days earlier.

Blaine had been by himself in the game room, building a Lego tower and minding his own business. Cooper had come in to watch TV and accidentally knocked his tower over, even though Blaine was convinced it was on purpose. At least, that was what he told his mom.

Blaine jumped up to fight his brother, even though Cooper was much bigger than him.

"Knock it off," Cooper said, pushing Blaine aside and switching on the TV.

Blaine crossed his arms. "No, you ruined it!" He punched Cooper in the arm, and his older brother got up and the two started wrestling.

"Quit!" Blaine hollered, trying to kick his brother. He and his brother wrestled a lot, but Blaine never won; he was too small and he hated it.

"Quit being annoying!" Cooper said back. Blaine managed to squirm out from underneath him and get up on the sofa, stealing away the remote. Cooper snatched it back, and Blaine tried to jump off the couch to fight with him some more.

And it was fine, until Blaine reached his hands out to break his fall, and his wrist was crushed under the weight of his body landing on the carpet.

"Ow," he said, the pain not initially registering in his brain. Cooper stopped and bent down by his brother, forcing Blaine to sit up.

"Ow!" Blaine repeated, tears springing to his eyes. He began to cry and yell for his mom, and he could see his brother panicking.

"I didn't do it!" Cooper insisted. "Tell Mom I didn't do it. You shouldn't have tried to jump that high!"

Blaine didn't care what his mom thought, but his wrist hurt so bad. His mom came bounding up the stairs and into the game room, scooping him up onto her lap.

"What happened, baby?" she asked. "Cooper, were you boys fighting?"

Blaine nodded his head, tears still spilling down his face. "It h-hurts, he made my Legos fall!"

Cooper tried to defend himself. "It was an accident! We started wrestling and Blaine tried to jump on me but he fell on the floor."

"Let me see your wrist," his mom insisted, her voice soft and sweet. Blaine hated to move it, but he let his mom take his hand and look at it, even though everything hurt.

"Oh, baby, I think it might be broken," she said, hugging Blaine close. Blaine began to cry even more. What did that mean? Would he never be able to use his arm again? Some girl in his class had broken her leg and couldn't walk. Would that happen to him?

He didn't even get a chance to ask, because his mom hoisted him up and they got in the car, Blaine cradling his injured wrist in his lap, trying not to cry.

The afternoon felt like forever, too. Nurses poked at him and he had to sit through x-rays, and finally a doctor in a white coat came in and wrapped his wrist up in a little blue cast, and Blaine hated every second.

His mom finally took him home and let Blaine have an extra cookie after dinner that night. Cooper apologized for fighting with him, but Blaine's arm still hurt, and he secretly wished Cooper had gotten hurt instead, even though he'd never say that.

So, that was how he wound up inside on the perfect sunny day. Blaine couldn't ride his bike or dribble a basketball since he was right-handed. He couldn't even go swim in the backyard since his cast couldn't get wet. Blaine was so mad at Cooper, he had taken away all the fun parts of Blaine's life just because they had fought.

He looked outside his window again. The driveway was empty all of a sudden and the garage door was shut.

"Hey," Cooper said, appearing in Blaine's doorway. He sounded out of breath and was sweaty from playing basketball. "Jackson had to go home. Mom's cooking dinner, do you want to build your Lego thing till it's ready?"

Blaine crossed his arms. He wanted to say no, since part of him was still mad at his brother. But, he looked up to him so much, and Cooper seemed to feel bad about hurting him.

"Yeah, but I'm in charge," Blaine insisted, racing him down to the game room, his weekend blues magically behind him.

Author's Notes:

Hello again!

I threw this quick little chapter together since I imagine a lot of us feel the same way right now: trapped inside. I've been mostly reading, doing some puzzles and watching some shows. And now writing too! It's difficult being in quarantine in America because the winter weather has faded and it's springtime, but we can't go out and enjoy it.

I'm going to be hanging out at home in quarantine for quite some time now, it looks like, so if you have any prompts you'd like to see filled, please leave a comment with those. I still have a few to work through but am hoping to get them all posted up. I've been in a rut lately where I'll write something in one sitting, but never finish it and never post it! So maybe some fresh ideas will help.

Anyways, here is precious little kindergarten Blaine. He's so fun and cute to write, and I imagine he and his brother would fight a lot like this growing up.

Once again, stay safe and healthy out there. Talk soon!