Chapter 8 - Big Brother
Blaine's brother was amazing. He was actually gorgeous. His eyes were a mix of green and blue, his beard was charming, the nose was proportional to the face and he had a beautiful smile. He was amazing.
So amazing I forgot Blaine was a hundred times more amazing than him.
I didn't pay much attention to my boyfriend for a while until he started to scream for no apparent reason, while we were eating delivered food:
"YOU KNOW WHAT? THESE POTATOES SUCK! THEY AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH. THE RESTAURANT IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS SHIT, THEY WILL SEE! WHERE'S THE PHONE?"
"Blaine, are you ok? These are the same potatoes of always." I tried to calm him down.
"NO THEY ARE NOT. THEY ARE DIFFERENT. THEY AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH. YOU KNOW THEY'RE NOT. THOSE GUYS DON'T HAVE TO GIVE THE MONEY BACK, BUT THEY'LL LISTEN HOW THESE POTATOES SUCK."
"But why? And they seem completely normal to me. I think you're overreacting."
"Of course I'm overreacting. That's what I always do. Why don't you tell to the restaurant's people HOW I OVERREACT? WHY DON'T YOU DO THAT?"
"What are you even saying? You never stay like this, I never said you did, you're just overreacting now! Why are you screaming?" My voice was getting louder.
"BECAUSE POTATOES MUST BE PERFECT. SOMEONE SHOULD TELL THEM WHAT THEY COULD DO TO GET BETTER INSTEAD OF JUST TELL THE POTATOES OF THE OTHER RESTAURANT ARE BETTER!"
"W-What?"
"It's not fair. They deserve more than this, don't they?" He was finally calming down, but it wasn't in a good way. He had the voice tone he made when he was about to cry.
"Hey, hey, come here." I sat down on his bed and gave space to him sit by my side. After he sat, I continued. "This isn't about the potatoes, is it?"
"No." He was whispering with the same tone of before.
"Are you mad at me? You sound like you are. Could you tell me what is?"
"Is not you."
"Then is who? Santa Claus? Come on Blaine, tell me."
"Is NOT you."
"If it weren't me, you'd tell me who was and why you're upset instead of screaming."
He stayed quiet for a couple of minutes until he answered me.
"Is Cooper."
"Has he done something?"
"Appeared." I made him a face that asked an explanation. "It's just… He is so gorgeous to everyone, so beautiful, talented, well successful. And Blaine? What is Blaine compared to him? While Cooper won two nationals when he was in high school, Blaine has won none. Cooper has a wonderful hair, Blaine needs two pounds of gel on to make it straight. Cooper can have kids, Blaine can't. Who am I, anyway?"
I realized what I had been doing all that time. I told Blaine how his brother was wonderful and barely talked to Blaine about something else. I asked him if I could go to his house for a dinner to know his brother. I wanted to find out more about his gorgeous brother. It made Blaine think he was nothing. That he wasn't worth anymore. And I never meant to do that.
"Oh my gosh Blaine, I'm so sorry." Now I was the one whispering. He kept quiet so I continued. "I didn't realize it. I was so deluded. I didn't see what I was doing."
"What?"
"You're talking about me saying all those comments about how wonderful Cooper is and obfuscating you, isn't it?"
"Something of that, but is not the biggest deal. I was already seeing that coming. The problem is that Cooper and my parents always put me down. They show how Coop is better, how he did much more than I did. Except the part of having kids. That was just my parents. But still. When Coop comes to the town, all of them highlight my defects. Is so annoying. I know that I'm not as good as my brother but they don't have to throw that on my face."
"Shut up."
"Excuse me?"
"Just shut up. Seriously. You're just saying bullshit."
"Oh that's great. Another one. I didn't know you joined the club so fast."
"You're so dummy. Blaine, first of all, you're not worse than your brother. In fact, I think you were much better than him when you sang Hungry Like the Wolf. Second, you're way hotter than him. He may have some biceps and abs, but you have it too. And they're highlighted with your height – this is not a criticism, is a compliment. And to you remember, this year isn't done yet. We are gonna win nationals and you gonna be a star. I assure you. Now, will you shut up with that stupidity, because you're totally awesome!"
He didn't say anything, only smiled. I went for a kiss, which was over really quickly. He wasn't kissing me much lately. I would talk to him about it later. But not as soon as I thought I would.
We went back to eating, and he didn't complain about the potatoes again. That was good.
Four days later, we were saying goodbye to Cooper on the airport. He had job to do in L.A.. He hugged me and whispered in my ear "Welcome to the family, bro." It made me happy. He considered me as part of the family.
When he hugged Blaine, he gave him a box with a bowtie inside. None of them told me at the moment what was. The present was meant to impress me in a super romantic dinner Blaine and I would have, all paid in Breadstix.
After all, he was a good brother. A nice person. He had my Skype and Facebook accounts, so we could get in touch. He wanted to know me better. I accepted the proposal.
At that moment I didn't care if he was a superstar or a thief. He was Blaine's brother. My boyfriend's brother. My fiancée's brother. Just that.
I am entering in a test's week so I'll do my best to make a new chapter tomorrow more meaningful. This was really short and useless. Just trying to make progression in the history. Excited to finish this season three part. My creativity is in another stuff like the episode four of the fourth season. And hiatus. I better go. Bye =)