Blaine had always looked up to his big brother. He was older, and cooler, and he could sing! Blaine always strived to be like Cooper, because Cooper was perfect. He wanted to be just like his big brother, and maybe Cooper thought he was annoying sometimes, but he really did love his baby brother.

"I will not have a fag for a son!" John Anderson roared, making a terrified 12 year old Blaine back up against the counter. Cooper watched in horror as his father raised a hand and brought it back down, backhanding Blaine across the face. He cried out and held a hand to his cheek. Cooper ground his teeth as his father raised his hand again. He strode across the floor and stepped between the two.

"Cooper," his father growled "move." Cooper only shook his head

"No. Dad, he didn't do anything wrong!"

"He's a faggot, and he deserves it!" John yelled, Cooper felt sick.

"Blaine is an amazing kid! He's no different than he was before and he absolutely does not deserve this. I'm not going to sit around and let you abuse him."

"Oh. You're not going to let me? What makes you think you're suddenly allowed to tell me what to do?"

"I'm twenty fucking years old and I can make my own decisions. And right now, you're the one that's wrong." John Anderson glared at them both for a moment longer and turned away, walking out of the house and slamming the door behind him. Cooper turned around and put his hands on Blaine's shoulders.

"Are you okay, B?" he asked, Blaine nodded and threw his arms around Cooper's waist.

"I love you, Coop." Cooper hugged him back and Blaine thought that maybe things would be different. Maybe Coop would visit more often now, not just on the Holiday's, like this one. Maybe he'd call every day like he used to, and send Blaine letters and pictures of all his plays like he did. Blaine thought that maybe things would be better now.

Things just got worse. If there was such a thing as an over-night sensation, Cooper was it. He didn't visit, he barely called and the postcards came few and far between, they always said the same thing.

"I'm doing great, bud, I hope you are, too. Tell mom I said hi, I'll call you soon. Love- Cooper."

Blaine called, but Cooper was always busy. And when he landed his first big role in a T.V. sitcom, well, that might as well have been the death of Cooper Anderson. He didn't call. He didn't write, and he didn't visit. The only time he came around was for Christmas, and even then, it was a few days and everyone else was hogging him, pushing Blaine to the side once more. Cooper grew cocky, all of his interviews were filled with too-big smiles, sparkling blue eyes, fake charm and no mention of his little brother. Sure, mom and dad were mentioned a ton, but Blaine might as well have not existed for all the attention Cooper gave him.

He'd convinced himself that Cooper was just busy. Being famous must be hard, right? It must take a lot of energy...Cooper had to pay attention to a lot of people, it wasn't just all about Blaine, right? He had to share. But Blaine was 15, and he'd had enough of losing his brother to everyone else. He wanted his Cooper back, even if it was just for an afternoon. So when he heard that his brother had booked a Hotel nearby for the Holidays, Blaine took a bus right over. Blaine got off at the stop and walked up to the hotel. He went right to the front desk and asked,

"Hi, I'm looking for Cooper Anderson?" The lady at the desk cocked a brow

"You a fan?" she asked skeptically, Blaine shook his head because no, he was certainly not a fan.

"No, ma'am," he said politely "I'm his brother." the lady looked shocked for a moment before narrowing her eyes, she pressed a button on her desk, and Blaine heard a buzzing noise.

"Yello!" Cooper's voice came through the speaker

"Hello, Mr. Anderson. I have a boy at the desk here, he says he's your brother." she looked at Blaine "What's your name?"

"Blaine, Ma'am." he informed her

"Blaine." The lady said and waited for a response, there was a sigh and,

"Send him up."

"Room 306, kid." the lady said and Blaine thanked her and headed towards the elevator. He navigated his way to room 306 and knocked tentatively on the door. He waited for a moment before the door was opened and Cooper stood in front of him. Blaine smiled widely,

"Hi, Coop!"

"Hey, kid, come on in." Cooper said, and moved out of the way to let Blaine in. Blaine walked in, and tried to ignore the exasperated tone in his brothers voice. They made their way to the living area and sat on oposite chairs, facing each other.

"Did you want something?" Cooper asked, and Blaine frowned

"No...nothing in particular I just...I just wanted to see you." he said quietly

"Well, I'm tired, B, I'll see you at Christmas dinner."

"No you won't." Blaine whispered. Cooper raised a brow.

"Oh?" Blaine bit his lip and blinked the blurriness in his vision, now was not the time to get upset.

"It's just...Coop, everyone else is always talking to you about your work and your life...you never have time for me anymore. You don't even call." Cooper frowned

"I don't have time, Blaine, I'm busy."

"I would make time for you." Blaine said, a little louder, and a little more bitter.

"Oh, stop crying, it's not like I died."

"You might as well have." Blaine said, letting a tear fall "N-not like I want you to, but it's like you don't even exist anymore! You don't call or send me cards anymore, you don't visit unless it's for Christmas."

"I'm b-"

"Don't say you're busy!" Blaine yelled, standing up "I see you in interviews, you're not like how you used to be! You're not fun anymore!" Cooper stood up, his eyes flashing.

"I don't expect you to understand, you don't have the responsibility, you'll find out when you're older. Be thankful that I even come visit!"

"You're just ashamed of me." Blaine spat out

"What?"

"You mention mom and dad and some of our cousins but you never talk about me." Blaine said, "you pretend like you don't even have a brother! Just because I'm gay!"

"Shhh!" Cooper said, looking to the door, and Blaine laughed a bit, wiping at his face. Cooper stepped closer, clenching his fists.

"You're just being a coward, you're cocky and rude and you don't even try to pretend that I matter anymore, you're turning into dad!" Blaine cried and before he knew what was happening he was flying back onto the floor, landing hard on his elbow.

"Don't you ever compare me to him!" Cooper was yelling at him. Blaine's vision swam and his breath caught in his throat. The moment Cooper said it, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, he looked down at Blaine, horror evident in his features. He stumbled back a bit and covered his mouth. Blaine scooted farther away on the floor and scrambled to his feet. He held his elbow, that was now trickling blood down his arm as he ran. He ignored Cooper's calls behind him and ran and ran, ignoring the elevator and running straight down the stairs. He escaped out of the hotel and down the road.

Blaine spent the bus ride in silence, staring out the window and fighting back tears. He got off at the stop before his house, finally letting the tears fall again. He stumbled his way home and ran straight up to his room. He let the sobs rip through him as he rifled through all of his CD's picking out the ones Cooper gave him, some of them be broke, some of them he threw right into the trash. He took down every photo of them he had in his room, and finally, he took his phone out of his jacket pocket and looked up Cooper's number. He selected it and pressed delete. When he was utterly exhausted, he took out the trash, went back to his room, laid on his bed and just cried.

Cooper never called, he didn't visit anymore, he always made up excuses. He never spoke to Blaine after that, he didn't apologize.

Blaine was 17 when he next saw his brother. His life was better, he had a boyfriend now, the most wonderful boyfriend in the world, Kurt Hummel. He was a member of the New Directions, he had friends, and he was happy. He was talking to Kurt by his locker when the boy stopped looking at him, and locked his eyes on something over Blaine's shoulder.

"Hey, bud." said a voice, and Blaine's blood ran cold. Kurt opened his mouth,

"Is that-" Blaine slowly turned around, trying to keep his vision straight as the voice said

"Cooper Anderson, nice to meet you."

I kind of created a backstory for why Blaine sings somebody that i used to know. I really hope Cooper's not an ass though.

let me know what you think!

ps- I took down the Beauty and the Beast AU for now because it really wasn't getting anywhere and I didn't want to post something in the middle of it. So I'll post the whole thing again when it's finished :)