A/N: Hey guys. I'm back *jazz hands* Life snuck up on me and kinda collapsed in on itself, leaving me in the wreckage, so I have struggled to find any time or motivation to write. I also managed to write myself into ruts whenever I would try so again, I kinda gave up – which is awful I know, but I'm back now.

My exams are over, and for now, I have a relatively relaxed schedule, which should allow for me to get more writing done. So, if all goes to plan, expect more frequent...but a little shorter, updates.

However I still remain severely lacking in inspiration and motivation. So if you have any ideas for this fic, any speculations, whatever, then feel free to leave them in a review...they may be incorporated into the fic – so if you really want something to happen...let me know. (you will be credited ofc)

For now though

Enjoy the (short but slightly lighter) Chapter :)

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N.B: Heck, it's been a very long time, you may wanna re-read the last few chapters (there isn't that much) just so you remember what's happened, though this is a kinda summary thing anyway, so you can see how you go.

'So let me get this straight' said the voice on the other end of the phone; distorted and crackling as it spoke. 'Your friend...they believe he was, what, assaulted right?'

'Sexually assaulted' Blaine corrected, with a small shudder.

'Yeah, right umm-' the voice halted, and a static buzz rang over the line. 'So...they...the doctors and all that... believe that this happened...but... they haven't told him...still right?'

'Uh huh.' Blaine said, continuing his pacing on his living room floor; back and forth and back and forth in front of the couch, his bright blue boat shoes wearing tracks into the cream carpet.

'So they haven't told him, and you think they should...which I get, good on you Blainers... I mean I still don't get how he can't be aware of his own, what...rape? Does this count as rape, I'm not up to date on my politically correct definitions.'

'Yes Coop.' Blaine replied with a frustrated sigh. The pair had been talking for the last half hour, Blaine updating his brother on the situation, desperately needing to offload to someone, but his brother just didn't seem to get any of this. It all seemed so blasé and average to him, like this was a mere script, not a very real situation that was actually occurring in Blaine's real life.
'Even if it's a guy, if it's un-consensual, it's still rape.'

'But is that only for penetrative or-'

'Oh my God.' Blaine cried, hands balling into fists and overwhelmed with the sudden urge to hurl his phone across the room. 'Coop, are you really- Yes! If someone doesn't consent and a sex act is performed then it is rape, ok? Can we stop talking about ...that now.'

The voice muttered an apology and sounded sheepish, and Blaine sighed again.

'Look. He was heavily drugged, so wouldn't have been aware of what was happening; at least that's what I've gathered. I stormed out of the hospital earlier before anyone could really explain...I was just so mad, and Burt rang me later to try and catch me up, but...heck, it's not like he could tell me much done the phone. He was standing outside the hospital he had to keep it all quiet...Jeeze, I'm not even meant to be talking about this with you, but I don't know who else I can talk to and god, it's not like you'd have anyone to tell.'

'Hey.' Came an affronted retort. 'I'll have you know I'm very popular up here in L.A.'

'Coop, you rent from an old lady who comes for tea every Thursday.'

'but-'

'You play bingo with her on Saturdays...and Sundays.'

'Still-'

'You are 2000 miles away and the only news outlet you could easily contact prefers stories on celebrity hair treatments and dog manicures. I think this information is safe.'

'You raise a valid point.' The voice replied and Blaine could hear a small chuckle in the background. A small smile twitched at the corner of his lips and he found some of the earlier tension fading ever so slightly.

'So anyway.' The voice continued. 'What you are basically asking me is, would it be better for Kurt to know or not know. To which the answer is of course, know. If my years of training in Stanislavski method acting with the Tibetan masters-'

'He was your Chinese takeout delivery boy'

'-way up in the mountains-'

'He lured you up a hill and stole your wallet.'

'-tell me anything, it's that you need to know the whole story if you want to move on. I'll think you'll find that Freud and his psychoanalysis would suggest a similar-'

'Coop.'

'-thing if you read into it. I dated this girl once, well dated is a very loose term-'

'Coop!'

'-I think banged would be more appropriate. Though I wouldn't have minded dating her, she did, as they say, rock my world a little-'

'Cooper!'

'-shame she realised she was definitely 100% attracted to women afterwards, that was a bit of a downer for me. But it's ok, my confidence can only go up from here and-'

'COOPER!'

'Yes?'

'You're getting distracted.'

'What?'

'Distracted – when you go off topic on one of your rants about your days as a ju-jitsu trainer, or when you were in 'Nam, which isn't even possible because you're only in your 20's...I checked.'

A sigh. 'Ok.'

'You get the point?'

'I get the point.'

'Good Good.'

'So, Smart ass...where was I?'

'...'

'Exactly. You can't see me now, but I am snapping my fingers at you in a way that would make Ru-Paul incredibly proud.'

'You're doing it again-'

'Right, umm, ahem...so, yes...it uhh...'

'Better to know...?'

'Yes! That's where I was. So...it would be better for him to know...we've established this much'

'Yes'

'But you're not sure how he should find out?'

'No I am, I think Burt should tell him.'

'His dad?'

'Yeah.'

'Well yeah, that sounds right. I mean his dad's got to be more involved in this whole thing than you- no offence.'

'None taken.'

'So yeah, If he's the one that is taking charge in the situation, and from what you said it sounds like he is, then yeah, I agree, he should be the one to tell him. Besides, one, it will sound more legit, and Kurt may take him more seriously if his dad brings it up. And two, aren't you trying to woo this boy?'

'Woo is a pretty...strong word-'

'Well...it's not-'

'R-regardless...yes, I am trying to get Kurt to trust me again, and become my friend again...and...well...yeah...I do have feelings for him. Lousy as heck time for them to make themselves known, but they arrived regardless of these... circumstances. Telling him what has supposedly happened...which baring in mind, we don't even know if it did – seriously Coop there is so much uncertainty in this whole thing, no one seems to know anything and it's driving me crazy...but yeah...I don't wanna be the bearer of bad news and make him hate me any more than he already does.'

'He doesn't hate y-'

'You didn't see his face'

'I don't need to. From everything you told me, I don't think his...affections could really fade that fast'

'I think within the circumstances-'

'You shush your mouth Blaine, I am trying to be the supportive elder brother and you are ruining it.'

'Sorry.'

'Thank you. As I was saying, I see where you're coming from. And yes, if Burt doesn't tell him, I think it may be wise to step in...But just...let it be for now ok? Take a step back. Help out in as many little ways as you can. Don't make these huge leaps and bounds to help him and win him over; because the little things mean just as much, and maybe more sometimes, ok? So just hold up for a while, let his dad talk things through with him...and I mean, you said you spoke to Burt?'

'Burt.'

'Right, Burt, on the phone and in hospital, so I'm sure you've drilled your view into him pretty darn well...you always were a persistent little shi-'

'Oi'

'-t. I'm sure sooner or later he'll tell Kurt what he needs to know. After which...the healing process can begin...emotionally that is, because I hope given he's in hospital they are at least helping him physically or else that could be problematic-'

'Coop'

'an- Huh? Yes Blainers?'

'Thanks.'

'Oh, right are we done?'

'I think you've helped as much as you can. You were really good though, so yeah, thanks.'

'Oh, well, you're welcome. I know I give wonderful advice.'

'Sometimes.'

'I think you mean all the time.'

'You told me to ask someone out via song.'

'well-'

'You told me a great mother's day gift would be to literally paint roses red.'

'But-'

'They all died.'

'But still-'

'You told me tree sap could be used as hair gel.'

'And it can.'

'Not when I had to have a buzz cut for 3 weeks before it started growing back.'

'Ok...so I still give highly above average advice.'

'Maybe.'

'Definitely.'

A laugh.

'Goodbye Cooper.'

'Don't you laugh at me you little shrim-'

'Goodbye.'

'Don't you hang up on me, not after-'

*Beep Beep Beep*

'...'

'...'

'...Blaine?'

'...'

'That little-'

TBC...

A/N: Short and very fillery, i know. We start back up with some action next chapter. This is to get people (and myself more than anything) back in the swing of this fic.

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Eugh. Anyway. I am exhausted. It's nearly 1am. Sorry I've taken so long, and sorry for this very lame chapter.

I basically suck as a human. This has been established.

But yes. Keep being awesome, and I shall see you next time.

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