9:02am – Voicemail.
'Hey Kurt, it's Blaine, I'm guessing you're still asleep right now but I was wondering if you could help me with something? Wes got engaged – I know, it's crazy huh? Anyways, he's having an engagement party and I have no idea what to wear… I need your fashionista expertise. I'll call you later, bye.'

9:07am – Voicemail.
'Sorry for calling again, it's Blaine. I'll text you with a couple of suits I've found, tell me which is best, okay?'

The calls had nothing to do with Sebastian being there at all.

Kurt held his phone in his hands and ended the voicemail check with a tinge of sadness – the whole time Kurt thought that Blaine was coming over to cause some kind of trouble; which happened regardless. Did that make the argument Kurt's fault? Of course not, Blaine was the one who started enquiring about his sex life; Kurt simply defended himself. So why did it hurt? Why did he feel guilty? Before Blaine even stepped into the apartment Kurt was already dreading his arrival, and they hadn't even spoken at that point.

He tapped the screen and led himself to his inbox where there were indeed pictures of Blaine modelling a couple of suits that he'd had found in a few stores. It made Kurt smile; Blaine hadn't changed much at all – he still dressed the same too, and the best part was that it made life a hell of a lot easier when it came to shopping with or for him. Kurt knew his taste, which meant that he could make suggestions and use Blaine as his own personal model. He swiped the screen with a finger and scrolled up, rather impressed with Blaine's choices (all bar one – a purple suit. Blaine was going to an engagement party, not an audition for the Joker). The porcelain man looked down at his chest, his stomach, his thighs - Kurt was always slightly jealous of how perfect Blaine looked in a suit. The fact was - he didn't think Blaine realised just how good he looked.

Kurt continued to scroll before he came across the last image that Blaine had sent.

(Blaine 10:28am)
'This is similar to the one I wore at our Prom. I like it a lot. Let me know what you think.'

Kurt thought that he was almost looking at the same young boy who he had taken to his first Prom at McKinley High School, even though he had double checked the picture. Blaine looked exactly the same, though in this picture his hair wasn't gelled back as much and he had some slight stubble – younger Blaine would've hated any form of facial hair.

The knot in Kurt's chest grew as he ran his finger across the screen, wanting to reach in and go back in time to that night, even despite everything that had happened: the bullying, being crowned Prom Queen and having himself humiliated in front of the entire school. Blaine had been right by his side even though he hadn't wanted to attend in the first place. He allowed himself to dance with Kurt in front of a ton of people, to help his boyfriend overcome the crippling fear and embarrassment that just suffered from – this was the boy who had once been beaten up because he was gay, because in his last school he had gone to prom with another male. This was the boy who had battled with sexuality. The boy who battled with his own father for his right to love whoever he wanted.

Courage.

Blaine was the most courageous boy he had ever met.

"Why do you have to pull on my heartstrings?" Kurt muttered, groaning as he started to type out a text message.

(Kurt - 3:13pm)
I didn't mean to throw you out.

(Blaine - 3:15pm)
You didn't, I asked you if you wanted me to go and you gave an honest answer.

(Kurt - 3:20pm)
I'm sorry.

(Blaine - 3:22pm)
Don't be.

(Blaine - 3:24pm)
I'm sorry for upsetting you.

"I think, we should go for coffee somewhere a little on the low-key side?"

"Now why would we do that?"

Blaine looked up at his older brother and then gestured to the fact that they had a bodyguard following them at least eight paces behind to ensure that the older Anderson was protected from any fan that dared to talk to him whilst he was 'comforting' his baby brother.

"Coop, c'mon, it's not the same. You know that you have a semi-high profile—"

"Semi?"

"..."

"I'll have you know that when I met Sir Michael Caine he told me that he was impressed with my work," the actor scoffed, zipping up his jacket and patting his now grown up baby brother on the back. "If that isn't high profile, I don't know what is."

"Cooper, that wasn't Michael Caine, that was a comedian doing an impersonation of Michael Caine, and if I remember rightly, he said that your role in Transformers Five was a-"

Cooper glared at Blaine. The younger brother took the hint and stopped talking.

The Anderson brothers decided to avoid Times Square like the plague. If anything, that was where Cooper was going to be hounded or recognized. In the end, it was decided that Blaine would go to Cooper's place to spare the humiliation of the curly haired boy revealing how crappy his apartment was compared to Cooper's swag mansion just on the outskirts of Manhattan. The taxi ride was quiet for Blaine as Cooper had to take a call from an agent who was trying to organise an audition for him to be the star of a new late night TV show. By the sounds of it, the auditions were short notice. Blaine just sat and stared out the car window, lost in his thoughts, until he heard Cooper finally tell the agent that he wasn't available today.

"Don't turn them down, you can go if you want to, I don't wanna get in your way," Blaine insisted. He meant every word too. As much as Blaine hated his brother's success sometimes, he wanted Cooper to excel in everything he did, whether it was doing a small commercial or landing a minor part in a Michael Bay movie. Cooper looked at Blaine and returned to his call, trying to sweet talk the lady on the phone, asking her to try and persuade whoever was organising the auditions to hold them back or allow him to make an appearance tomorrow as he had a previous engagement. The conversation dragged on, Blaine sat back in his seat with his arms folded, glancing out the window whilst he lost himself in his thoughts; until he heard Cooper speak.

"Look, I'm really sorry but can we just cancel the audition? I need to look after my baby brother."

The call ended immediately and Blaine sat up, looking across to Cooper with a sad smile.

"Thank you," Blaine whispered weakly, his voice sounding as though it was about to break. Cooper shook his head and opened out his arms to which Blaine shuffled across the leather seat and hugged him tightly. Blaine was twenty years old now and a sophomore in college, he was stronger than he'd ever been before, physically, and yet his brother being overly nice could make him feel just the slightest bit fragile, emotionally.

Blaine hadn't even sat down when Cooper opened his mouth and asked him to talk about what happened that morning with Kurt. Blaine didn't explain; instead he ended up giving a thirty three minute lecture to his brother on how Kurt and Sebastian's relationship won't work and the key points that he hated about it.

"Sounds like you're suffering from a little jealousy," Cooper added, swinging his legs onto the couch as he lay down with a bowl of nachos resting on his stomach.

"I am not jealous, okay? I just know that Sebastian is up to no good. I don't even know how this happened, Sebastian and Kurt used to loathe each other."

"People change, kid. I mean we used to fight a lot and now look at us. We're like Turk and JD... except we're not Doctors and we're related."

Blaine flopped into the lazy boy chair and huffed, annoyed at the thought of Kurt sleeping with someone known for using boys for sex. What disappointed Blaine more was that he and Kurt waited for the right time before they decided to have that level of intimacy with one another. They were in love. Sebastian and Kurt had been together for at least four months (not that Blaine had been counting), surely four months was just a little too soon? And then there was fact that he and Kurt were together for two years or so and that didn't include the two of them fooling around and having some kind of on and off relationship. Didn't Kurt care about himself anymore?

"I can't believe that Kurt slept with him."

"And you said that you think this guy is cheating?"

"Yeah, I saw him with another guy over a week ago."

Blaine bit his inner cheek, the talking making him hungry. Blaine wasn't much of a comfort eater but the food was available for him to do that so he reached over to the bowl resting upon Cooper's stomach for a handful of nachos.

SMACK.

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed, holding the arm that Cooper had hit with his other hand. "Jeez, Coop, you left a mark!" Blaine wasn't kidding either, he looked at his left arm and there on his tanned skin was a slightly reddened print of Cooper's hand.

"Sorry, Blainey— lesson number one? You can't take a guy's nachos whilst he's trying to give therapy to someone." Therapy? Ha. Blaine could've laughed. How was this therapy? All it was doing was making Blaine feel worse about everything that had happened; talking about it wasn't good for him at all.

Blaine smirked to himself and moved before sitting himself on top of Cooper's legs, his hand reaching for a single nacho before eating it. "Mm, damn, that's good."

"Yeah, it's good, but it's also mine. Hands off, hobbit."

"Or what?"

The brothers smirked in unison as they knew what was coming. "Or what?" Blaine repeated, getting off of Cooper's legs and crossing his arms over, not really knowing what to expect. Cooper's eyebrows rose suspiciously. He twisted his long legs back to the front of the couch and placed the bowl of nachos onto the table, a finger pointed directly at Blaine.

"You have ten seconds," Cooper grinned.

"Before what?"

"Nine… eight…"

Blaine laughed, "Coop, what're you doing?"

"Seven… six… five…"

"…I'm guessing this is my cue to run or something?"

Without warning or finishing the countdown, Cooper lunged himself at Blaine and tackled him to the ground into what appeared to be a wrestling match between the two. Smaller legs flailed from underneath the taller brother as he tried to wriggle free but it was physically impossible.

"Put on a few pounds eh, Coop?"

Cooper pinned Blaine to the floor and laughed as his brother struggled to escape from underneath him. "Oh you think so? Am I heavy, huh? Well you don't wanna end up like me then, and if you eat too many nachos, you will. I'm just trying to protect you from the perils of obesity. I'm doing you a service."

"Protect me how? You're crushing me! That'll kill me quicker than the nachos will."

With that, Cooper grabbed the bowl of nachos from the table and remained straddled on Blaine's stomach, eating the nachos right in front of him.

"Oh come on, no, no, don't do that… that's cruel," the shorter boy whined.

"Mmm, y'know, I know why you wanted these so much. They're pretty good."

Blaine pouted and tried to wriggle again, giving up right away as his older brother weighed him down. He whined once more as he watched his brother eating above him. "Cooper, c'mon, play fair."

Cooper looked like he was in thought for a moment. He squinted and pursed his lips, looking for words to say.

Buuuurp.

"Oh, gross!" Blaine cackled, laughing and yet finding it rather disgusting. "Gimme a nacho, come on! And get the hell off me, I'm getting cramp."

"Say, Blaine, I got a question for you," announced Cooper, who was holding a nacho between two fingers. "Say for example, this bowl of nachos was yours and I took it from you, what would you do?"

"Uh, I'd go and get more?"

"But what if-" he ate the nacho and pointed at the bowl, "what if this was the only bowl of nachos in the world-"

"That'd never happen, though."

"Blaine!"

"Okay! Okay! Well… I don't know. I'm guessing I'd get another snack," Blaine swallowed inaudibly at the cold glare being aimed right at him. "Or, I suppose I'd chase you down and take the bowl back."

"Exactly."

Blaine looked at his brother in confusion.

"Do I need to explain? Alright… so, Kurt-," Cooper held up the bowl, "is your bowl of nachos. In this little production I'll be playing the role of Sebastian Smith-"

"Smythe."

"Whatever. My point is… you-" he pointed at Blaine, "have got to chase Sebastian down and take back your bowl of nachos."

"How the hell am I going to do that? Kurt's head over heels for him." Blaine's tone suddenly changed from one of interest to one of sheer disappointment, he hated reminding himself of how smitten Kurt was for him.

Cooper got off of his brother and sat back on the couch, taking the bowl with him, his arm curved around obove the bowl like a shielf so as Blaine couldn't get anywhere near it. "You said this guy is cheating on Kurt, right?"

"Yeah..."

"So make him find out about it."

"But, Coop… he's my friend. I can't hurt him like that, I can't watch his heart break right in front of me, no, I can't-"

"So you'd rather Sebastian used Kurt like this, is that what you're saying?"

Blaine sighed and shook his head. Touché, brother, he thought.

"What should I do?"