A/N: Hello :) a big thank you to you Michelle for reviewing, and to hopefully stop you being scared and keep you reading, I don't have any plans to kill either of the boys. I'm not that good at writing sad endings and I can't deny myself the fun of writing a happy klaine ending for these two, though I don't know how that will happen just yet. I hope that encourages you to keep reading because here is chapter three! - Featuring Cooper Anderson completing our Anderbro duo:

"Kurt? Oh Kurt, thank god you're alright! I've been so worried about you,"

"I... you're okay dad?" Kurt managed, moving his chair closer to the bed as he pushed through the door.

"I'm fine. Oh Kurt, are you really okay? I've been worried sick ever since I woke up."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine dad. Just a couple of breaks right? Nothing too bad. We're Hummels right. We're strong," Kurt said, tears in his eyes as he got close enough and he could finally reach his dad. He took his dad's outstretched hand and pulled himself even closer using it, wishing he could just hug him already instead of being stuck in this stupid chair.

"We sure are kiddo." Burt said, tears in his own eyes. "Oh kid I got so worried about you. I thought I was going to loose you Kurt. They wouldn't tell me anything about what happened and I thought I'd lost you," he rambled.

"Dad, breathe," Kurt managed to say. Burt nodded to himself, a faint smile playing at his lips.

"I love you so much kiddo." Burt said.

"I love you too dad. So much. I got so worried about you though. They said you'd been taken into surgery and I... I was so scared dad. I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost you." Kurt sniffed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Hey, lets... lets not think about that, huh? You're safe. We're safe and that's what matters,"

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Four Years Previously

"Blaine?"

"Go away!" Blaine sniffed.

"Blaine... please let me in?" Cooper tried, sighing sadly as h saw the sight of his little brother curled up in the sheets of the hospital bed, facing away from Cooper and hiding his face in the pillow. Blaine sniffed sadly but didn't say any more so Cooper slid quietly into the room, closing the door behind him. "Budge up hobbit," he smirked.

"I am not short Cooper!" Blaine shouted into the pillows angrily.

"I... sorry Bee. I just... I wanted something to seem normal, I guess." Cooper said as she slid onto the bed behind Blaine, pulling his little brother into his arms.

"I am normal," Blaine said, determined. Cooper's heart sank as he pulled Blaine closer.

"Bee..."

"No!" Blaine shouted. "Why doesn't anyone listen to me? I'm just normal! Okay? Normal kids get sick. Normal kids can fall in love with whoever they want. Normal kids don't need people putting labels on them and neither do I!"

Cooper closed his eyes as Blaine's rant wore out, his anger subsiding into tears as he curled up tighter.

"Stop crying on me Coop," Blaine said angrily as he wiped away a tear that had trickled down Cooper's chin onto Blaine's cheek. Cooper sighed and wiped his eyes.

"Sorry B... I just... I hate that I don't know what to do..." Cooper mumbled. "I always know what to do. Even if its something little and stupid. Just... something to get you to smile, Bee. That's all I'm trying for... I... I want you to be everything you want to and more I... I want to be a good big brother..." Cooper sighed, pulling Blaine as close as he could, comforted slightly as Blaine turned in his grip and buried his head in his brother's shirt.

"I, j-just want t-to be n-norm-mal..." Blaine cried, his tears soaking straight into Cooper's shirt.

"You're not Blaine. You're better than that. Don't say you want to be normal. You want to be amazing." Cooper hushed, running his fingers through Blaine's thick unruly curls. "I don't want anyone, anyone putting labels on my little Bee. Not short, not a f-f... not even can-"

"Don't... please Coop." Blaine cried. "Don't say it... it sounds too... permanent. Like my life's already over."

"Don't you ever think that Blaine. Your life is far from over. I don't want anything to hold you back. You're too... you're a better person than I'll ever be Blaine." Cooper whispered, closing his eyes and hiding his face in his brother's hair.

"Only cause I didn't used grandfather's vase as a punch bowl," Blaine said, unable to hide a snort of laughter at that.

"I got it clean in the end," Cooper laughed, wiping his face dry.

"Coop?"

"Yeah Bee?"

"Will you... sing to me? Like you used to when there were thunderstorms..." Blaine asked.

"Anything in particular?"

"Nope. Just... I just want something to feel normal. Like none of this happened," Blaine whispered. Cooper didn't hesitate to shift through his mind for opening lines of a song Blaine would like.

"You've gotta help me out... It's all a blur last night... We need a taxi 'cause you're hung-over and I'm broke... I lost my fake ID, but you lost the motel key... Spare me your freaking dirty looks now, don't blame me..."

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"When you're old enough we're going to Vegas. I've just decided this," Cooper said once he'd finished singing. Blaine's breathing had evened out from his ragged breaths from his crying. He was still curled in Cooper's arms.

"I'll never be old enough you know,"

"I'm pretty sure when you're in your forties that'll count as old enough Blainers," Cooper smiled.

"Coop. You... I'll never see my forties."

"Oh you'll see them alright. And you'll see them twice."

"Twice?"

"Twice." Cooper confirmed. "Once when you live it and the second time when your life flashes before your eyes just before you die doing something heroic when you're 87"

"Oh yeah?" Blaine said, unable to help laughing a little. "What's my 'something heroic' going to be then?"

"Well I don't know Bee. It's like... 74 and a half years away. Plus the whole world'll be different by then so anything heroic or just plain amazing now could be so last century by the time you're 87, right?"

"I can't believe you're actually thinking this through," Blaine chuckled.

"Of course I am Blainers," Cooper smiled. "And hey, can we go out in a big bang together? Because even though if you go at 87 I'll be 92, we should still go together. Because that way it can be one last achievement for the Anderbros."

"I love you Coop," Blaine smiled.

"Love you too Bee.

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A/N: Just to clarify; Blaine is 12 and a half in this flashback and Cooper is nearly 17. Just to make the ages thing from that last bit make sense.
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Blaine walked slowly around the hospital. Kurt's room was empty so he knew he'd still be down with his father. He wished his own father was as concerned about him as Kurt's was. He remembered Cooper entering his hospital room four years ago, tense and uneasy.

'Blaine... I don't want you to listen to anything dad says right now, okay?' he'd said. When Blaine had asked why, he'd explained he'd heard their parents arguing.

'Dad... he's... you know how he wasn't exactly... the most accepting father you could have? Well... he's...'

'Coop spit it out,'

'Blaine... he says this is your punishment for being gay.' Cooper said sadly, angrily. 'That... that, urgh I can't even pick an insult to throw at him, he's just wrong. You know, from the way mom and him are arguing right now, I'd say it was currently a toss up between having a crap father or no father.'

'If he's going to be like this, I'm not sure I care which he chooses,' Blaine had replied. Cooper had run and hugged him, letting Blaine curl up in his lap as they both ended up crying. Blaine fell asleep crying, Cooper singing softly to him. He was so glad he had his brother.

In the present unlike his mind, Blaine found himself walking towards Kurt's dad's room so he thought he might as well consciously decide to head that way. He reached it a few minutes later and stole a look through the window. Kurt was asleep, his head resting on the edge of the bed as he leaned forward. His dad was asleep too, holding onto Kurt's hand. Without really thinking about it, Blaine walked back the way he came and found a pillow from a nearby unoccupied room before returning. He opened the room's door slowly and quietly, stepping inside and dragging his kart as soundlessly as he could. He lifted Kurt's head gently, lifting him by the shoulders before sliding the pillow underneath his head. Kurt moved slightly in his sleep before nuzzling his head into the pillow. Smiling to himself, he left the two to sleep, dragging his kart soundlessly from the room and closing the door. Neither awoke during his visit so he wondered back to his own room to start something useful like that stupid history essay.

A/N: Yes, there are probably continuity errors in here at my choice of song and there may end up being more, but just go with it. :)