~VioletCherry342~

Blaine wasn't ready to wake up when his alarm started blaring. He peeked an eye open and grumbled at it. No. He was very much enjoying pretending the last few months were some sick nightmare, and he was going to get up and go have coffee with his boyfriend and he was going to make pitches at him about why he should transfer to McKinley and he was going to be absolutely adorable about it and everything was going to be just fine.

The sudden acidic taste at the back of his throat ruined this prayer, however. His eyes widened slightly and he threw the sheets off of himself, bolting into the opposing room and vomiting over the toilet. Oh, right, hangovers come with the being-drunk, don't they? Damn it.

Apparently, his iPod seemed to find this hilarious, due to the fact the song is chose to awaken him to this lovely surprise was still chirping in the background.

"I'm left here with myself and I'm
Wonderin' what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter...
Or am I just hungover you?"

"Very funny," He sighed aloud, shaking his head as he clutched the porcelain bowl. "Very fucking funny."

It was about halfway through the second verse, and halfway through Blaine's second up-heave of last night's memory-loss shots, that Ke$ha shut up. Blaine didn't really register this as he shakily flushed the toilet before leaning his forehead on the bowl, knowing his anal mother wouldn't be caught dead if it were filthy, until he heard a small chuckle behind him. He glanced up and flushed, grabbing a towel off the counter and wiping his mouth as his brother asked sarcastically, "Rough night?"

Blaine huffed and didn't reply, turning around to face the bowl again instead of Cooper, who was leaning against the doorframe and adjusting his sleeves, a brow lifted a smirk on his face.

"Aw, don't be like that, Blainers," Coop teased, leaning down and ruffling the younger Anderson's curls. Blaine scowled and scooted closer to the bowl, letting out a little sigh. His brother did the same, crossing his arms over his chest. "C'mon, kid, what's going on?"

"Nothing," Blaine said, a little too quickly, coughing slightly. "I just got a little drunk last night, that's all."

"Uh huh," Cooper hummed. "And that guy who was here with you? That your boyfriend?"

Blaine turned wide eyes on his brother. "How did you even know he was here...?"

"I didn't." He shrugged. "Just seemed to fit. So, I take it you two got a little..hot and heavy?"

"Good God," Blaine groaned, turning again. "No, it wasn't my boyfriend. No, we didn't do anything X-rated. And no, I don't even have a boyfriend anymore."

The smirk on Cooper's face quickly dissipated, replaced with a small frown and creased brows. "You and Kurt...?"

Blaine shook his head, clamping his eyes shut and silently demanding of himself not to cry. Not anymore. And not in front of Coop.

"I'm sorry, Blainers," Cooper said quietly. "Really."

Blaine shook his head. "It was my fault..."

"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."

Blaine huffed and shook his head. He really didn't want to talk about this right now, and he really didn't want to discuss it with Coop, who very well could just be pretending to give a flying shit about his brother's personal life. "Is Dad home?"

"Yeah, him and Ma are downstairs having breakfast," Cooper said. "Which reminds me; I'm supposed to get you to come down...for breakfast."

"Golly, so glad you remembered," Blaine mumbled.

Cooper shrugged. "Eh. You were vomiting, it slipped my mind. Hey, yogurt and toast for you. Lot's of butter. You'll live."

Blaine was very tempted to flip him off at that point, but refrained. Instead he slowly stood up, trying not to focus on the room spinning and the alcohol still in his system, and waddled over to the sick. Cooper sauntered off down the stairs as the younger of the two splashed cold water in his face, letting out a shuddering breath. He could do this...

He stumbled down the stairs after a brief pause, worried the alcohol in his stomach would make another appearance, wincing every time his mother let out a shrill laugh from the kitchen because fuck, that was painful with a headache. Breathe...

"There he is!" Cooper cried when he saw Blaine tentatively moving from the bottom step to the floor. His dad glanced his direction and nodded but didn't do much other than that, whereas his mother looked up, still giggling slightly from whatever her other son said, and at least said, "Morning, honey."

Blaine idly wondered if they even noticed he wasn't home last night, but returned the smile. "Hi..."

"Where were you last night?" His father said gruffly, flipping the paper as he said it.

Asked, and answered. Too bad Blaine hadn't thought of a comeback for that particular question. "I...I, um...I was just-"

"Friend drama," Cooper said, shrugging. "He told me upstairs, one of his friends, oof, what a nutjob..."

"He's not dangerous to you, is he, sweetie?" Their mother asked.

"I'm sure Blaine isn't that stupid, Dee," His father added.

The way he said 'that', like Blaine was indeed an idiot but he wasn't stupid enough to surround himself in danger, made the youngest in the room wince. "Um, no, no he's not."

"He from McKinley, right?" Cooper asked.

"Dalton, actually," Blaine said. He swallowed thickly. "Um, I kind of wanted to talk to you guys...Dad?"

"I can hear you from right here, kid," He replied, still not looking up from the news in his hands.

"I-I'd rather ask you in private..." Blaine said, his voice growing quieter and quieter as he continued.

His father glanced up and smirked, but a sharp, "Aaron," from his wife silenced whatever homophobic slur was about to fall out of his mouth. He sighed. "Whatever you have to say will be shared with my wife at one point or another, and your brother doesn't deserve to be outcast to your life. So please, don't bother me to talk to you in private."

Blaine shifted. Of course Cooper doesn't deserve to be outcast, whereas Blaine found out he was in commercials from watching an episode of CSI. No. No, that's fine. "I..."

"Whatever it is, baby, you don't have to be embarrassed," His mom said, offering a tiny smile and patting the empty chair at the table. Blaine hesitated, before his stomach started to feel uneasy and he accepted it, holding back a grumble when Cooper put his chin on his hand and looked at him expectingly.

"...I wanna go back to Dalton," Blaine blurted in a rush, looking down at his folded hands and tearing at his nails. It wasn't until he heard the thud of his fathers now folded paper hitting the table that he shrunk back and looked up.

"I do believe we've had this discussion," He spat. "I remember it quite well, actually. I remember saying that THIS conversation would happen, and you telling me, 'Oh, no, Dad, I promise, I'm willing to ruin my life for this boy.'"

"Dad..." Blaine tried, quietly.

"And look at that, I was right." He huffed.

"...Hey now, c'mon," Cooper piped up. "I'm sure he didn't expect this turn of events."

"Well that's just a shame, isn't it?" Aaron growled, never once taking his burning glare of Blaine, who had begun gnawing on his lower lip. "And besides. The school year is almost over. I'm sure he can deal with it for a few more weeks." He stood, throwing his paper into the trash bin before slamming the lid down so hard it caused Blaine to flinch. "Maybe it'll get you out of this little phase of homosexuality if someone puts you in the hospital again."

Blaine shut his eyes at that, trying to ignore the feeling of hurt in his chest. "I-I'm sorry..." He said, his voice coming out as a breathy whisper. He wondered idly if his father even heard him. "F-Forget I said anything."

"That was my intention," His father said. "It's become a custom when you speak to me, lately."

"Dad," Cooper said, a little louder than before, lifting a hand to Blaine when the smaller boy tried to stand. "Study?"

Whereas Aaron would've backhanded Blaine for such a tone, he just shrugged and gestured for the elder brother to follow. Blaine swatted away the few stray tears that dared to slip down his cheeks, tensing a little when his mother touched his knee. She looked sympathetic, apologetic, but of course, she didn't say anything. The sad smile turned down a little though, and her eyes narrowed. "Did someone hit you...?"

He looked down again. "I deserved it...I'm okay..."

"It was Kurt, wasn't it?"

Blaine didn't even bother replying to that one, going back to attempting to make his nails bleed.

"What happened?" She asked.

"We broke up," Blaine snapped. "And I don't wanna talk about it."

She sighed at the tone, and the way how her son shrunk away from her, and sat up straight when her husband and eldest son came back in the room. Both looked disgruntled and unhappy, but only one of them ruffled Blaine's hair; Cooper. Blaine flinched back like Coop had hit him, before giving a helplessly hopeful look, which was returned by a small nod in his fathers direction. "Dad?"

"Cooper has a point." Of course he does. "At least if we transfer you back, it'll get you out of my house...Off my furniture..." He shook his head. "No. But um...I'll see what I can do. For now you can go see what you can do about a dorm."

"Really?" Blaine asked, quiet, voice shuddering. Aaron sighed and looked at Cooper, gesturing to the door. "You know the deal; Anderson, threats, money, their mother, blah blah blah.."

"C'mon, Squirt," Coop said, clapping a hand on the smaller's boys back. "Let's go pack, okay?"

Blaine nodded shakily, and scampered up the stairs with his brother in tow. "Coop?"

"Hmm?" He said once they got to the top of the stairs.

"Thank you," He sighed.

He smirked. "Don't mention it, baby bro."

I kind of fell in love with the Anderbro's...Like, insanely. They were so cute at times... *sigh* Or maybe it was just my headcanon.. I don't know.
Anyhoo. This took a while to update. Bad me. So sorry guys!
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