A/N: Just some stuff we've been talking about. Haha. We're not getting close to 300 at the rate we're going. But I don't mind. I love writing. It's not about the number.

"I need you to understand why I don't get on with my father." Blaine whispered, cuddled safe and warm next to Kurt.

Kurt was silent, his arms wrapped around the smaller boy, waiting for him to continue. This had always been a touchy subject, and Kurt was always treading on thin ice whenever they approached it.

"He's the reason…" Blaine swallowed hard, urging himself to continue – gathering the courage to bring himself to admit the next few words. "He's the reason Cooper and I don't talk anymore."

Kurt went a little rigid – Blaine mentioned Cooper even less than he mentioned his father.

"When we were younger…a lot younger, Cooper and I were close." Blaine's eyes were closed, the pain clearly etched on his face. "The best brother's ever. He taught me everything he knew, and it was…it was nice."

Blaine's voice got all floaty, and Kurt stroked his hair gingerly. "What did he do?"

"It was…it was never his fault." Blaine continued quietly. "It was…my father. It's always his fault. He would always come home drunk. Drunk and angry. We were kids at the time – I was six and he was eleven…"

Blaine paused, his hand stilling where it was ramming his Tonka Truck repeatedly into Cooper's lego buildings. The noise that had stopped him was the car door slamming, and Cooper's eyes were wide.

"Run Blaine. Dad's home. Go sleep." Cooper hissed, and Blaine nodded, not needing to be told twice. He hurried up the stairs, casting a look back at where Cooper sat, trying to hurriedly clean up the lego into their box.

Mr. Anderson swaggered into the room, glaring at Cooper the moment his eyes fell on the young boy.

"He used to hit us. Ever since mum died." Blaine said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper in the dark. "By the fourth or fifth time, Cooper caught on, and he'd never let Dad touch me again. He'd always get me to go upstairs…to get away…" Blaine took a shuddering breath, and Kurt held him closer. "Coop would end up with bruises and cuts the next day, and god…I was innocent. I never connected the two…I just thought Cooper talked to him…"

Kurt was rubbing his back now – Blaine was getting agitated and he talked faster, his breathing shallow.

"He was so stupid."

Kurt blinked, a little confused. "How so?"

"If he had just…if he'd let me deal with Dad, I wouldn't have been such a…" he sucked in a breath. "Such a pussy at prom. Maybe I wouldn't have been hurt so bad if I was used to being beat up."

"Blaine…" Kurt said softly. "You can't blame Cooper…"

Blaine went silent, snuggling further into Kurt's embrace. "I'm not…blaming him. I'm just…maybe we would've been better off."

Kurt's mind floated back to their earlier conversation.

"So why don't you and Cooper talk anymore?" Kurt asked gently.

Blaine's eyes closed again. "He gave in."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, but stayed silent.

"He let our father beat the fight out of him. He was fifteen, and we were getting sick of it all, and Dad came home one night, and he hit Coop so hard he blacked out. The next day, he decided to leave." Blaine sighed. "But then my dad offered him a job. And Cooper took it…and he's been working with my father ever since."

Kurt didn't understand, so he kept quiet.

"How could you do that to yourself?" Blaine whispered. "How could he just take the job? It's just…he was being hit, Kurt, and not just…playful shoves…he was bleeding sometimes."

"Did it stop your dad from hitting him…?" Kurt asked softly, and Blaine was quiet again.

"Yeah…but that was only because Cooper stayed at the office late." Blaine smirked a little. "He always called me right after Dad left, and told me to go to sleep for when he came home."

Kurt nodded wisely, and Blaine felt the movement. "What?"

"Your brother is amazing." Kurt said softly. "And I think you should talk to him."

Blaine cringed. "Why?"

"Because Cooper saved you from dying at your father's hands. Cooper saved you from horrible years as a teenager, getting hit by your father and having to make up stupid excuses."

Blaine frowned. "But…he…"

"He worked with your father to protect you, Blaine." Kurt petted at his hair. "It had nothing to do with loyalty, or to salary, or anything, except you."

Blaine frowned, trying to point out the flaw – the loophole – but everything Kurt said seemed to match up. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"It's not true."

"Why don't you call him and ask him?"

A/N: This ain't my headcannon. My headcannon is 'AskTheAnderbros' from Tumblr, but this was just something I thought of.