"Blaine, your brother is not allowed to watch TV anymore." Reed stood in Blaine's doorway, arms crossed and hip cocked slightly.
"Why are you suddenly referring to him as 'my brother' again?" the shorter boy opened his mouth to answer when Shane popped up behind him, face scrunched up and a pair of huge glasses on.
"THAT'S HOT!" Blaine buried his face into his hand in embarrassment as Reed hit his head against the door.
"Oww…" he rubbed the red patch that was starting to blossom onto his forehead before elbowing Shane in the stomach. "This is why!" Reed motioned to Shane. "I think he's been watching Paris Hilton, and I swear if he says 'that's hot' one more time I might go insane! Or disown him as my boyfriend." He turned to look at Shane, who just scoffed and flipped his hair.
"Like, you can't do that, what would you be without me? Duh." Blaine stared at his brother, slightly amazed and disturbed at how well he could mimic Hilton's voice. He walked over to Reed, patting him on the shoulder.
"Just threaten to delete all the dance shows off of the DVR downstairs, that should get him to snap back to…" He gave Shane a once over before facing Reed again. "Well, what you would call normal, I guess." Shane's face fell.
"No!" He pulled the sunglasses off, throwing them in Blaine's direction before falling to his knees in front of Reed. "Please! I'm begging you, don't delete them! I'm sorry!" Reed looked down at Shane in awe, blinking a few times before looking back to Blaine.
"That's all it took? Really?" Blaine laughed, moving towards his desk.
"You learn a few things after living with him long enough." Shane tugged on the hem of Reed's pants to get his attention. He looked back to Shane, who had his bottom lip stuck out and huge puppy dog eyes. Reed sighed, rolling his eyes and trying his best to look annoyed.
"I guess you're forgiven." Shane bounced back up, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. "But if I hear you use that God awful voice again, you can just say goodbye to Dancing With The Stars."