A/N: Hey, look! Cooper! Oh, also. Rachel and Blaine are twins, a year younger than Kurt.
Anderberry!Klaine
Rating: G
Kurt frowned as he scanned the airport crowd.
Instead of Blaine – like he'd expected – Cooper and Rachel were waiting for him, the latter bouncing on her toes in an attempt to see over the crowd.
"Hey Cooper, Rachel..."Kurt greeted with a nod. "Where's Blaine?"
"School." Cooper replied easily as they started walking.
"Then why is this one here?" Kurt asked, nudging Rachel with his shoulder, and grinning at her when she frowned.
"Sick day." she coughed over-dramatically. "You know what it's like, being forced to take days off when you get sick, because you can't risk losing your voice..." she sighed, grinning at Cooper.
Kurt raised a critical eyebrow.
"Hon, don't even try NYADA if you're going to audition like that." he laughed, and she huffed, rolling her eyes.
"I'll have you know that I've already decided my audition piece, thank you very much." she announced.
Kurt raised an eyebrow at her.
"If it's 'Don't Rain on My Parade' you need to pick another one. You know it too well, so you'll probably choke."
Rachel spluttered for a second, trying and failing to come up with a retort before she fell silent.
Cooper laughed.
"We'll finally get to hear a different song." he teased, and Rachel glared at him.
"Has Blaine been driving you crazy again?" Kurt asked, changing the subject. "Obsessively arranging and rearranging his bowtie collection like last time?"
Cooper and Rachel exchanged glances.
"Not... exactly..." Rachel said carefully.
Kurt stopped, narrowing his eyes at them.
"You did tell him I was coming, right?" he asked
Rachel looked panicked.
"Kurt! I couldn't!" she half-sobbed as she clutched at his arm. "You don't understand what it's like! You don't have to live with him!"
Kurt was confused.
"I..."
"He's gone insane without you." Cooper nodded. "he either mopes around the house for days, barely speaking to anyone, on he talks about you constantly, asking us what we think you'd think about this, or that..." Cooper sighed as he trailed off, and Rachel stepped in.
"He even asked me to practice duets with him so he was ready for the next time he saw you." Rachel screwed her face up. "And then he looks at me like he's looking at you..." She shuddered. "He's my twin, Kurt. It's creepy."
Kurt laughed.
"So you decided to not tell him I was coming?"
"The duets would have gotten worse, Kurt!"
"Okay, okay!" Kurt chuckled. "So how are we going to surprise him?"
^.^
Blaine shuffled home sadly. It had been a while since he'd even talked to Kurt.
He missed him.
"Rachel." he called through the house. "Can we sing 'As Long As You're Mine' together?" There was no answer, and he frowned. "Rachel, I know you're not sick. You can fool mom, and dad, and probably even Cooper, but I'm your brother. I know your tricks. I shared a womb with you!" he grinned, stepping into her room.
It was empty.
He frowned. "Coop?"
No reply.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of pots clanging, and his mobile rang from an unknown number.
"Uhh... Hello?"
"Hello Blaine." said a deep, unfamiliar voice. "What's your favourite scary movie?"
Suddenly, Blaine's stomach turned cold, eyes going wide. This was just how Scream started...
"Uh... Pardon?" he mumbled, staring around himself with wide eyes.
"Your favourite scary movie?" the voice urged.
"I...have to go." Blaine hung up, racing downstairs to lock the front and back doors.
He was fucking terrified. Scream was his most hated movie. It scared him to death.
Suddenly, the pone rang, and he wanted to cry.
"H-hello?"
"You didn't answer me."
There was a sharp bang from behind Blaine – somewhere in the kitchen – and he yelped.
"I...uh...I..." he gulped.
"Come on Blaine." the voice purred.
"The... the Spiderwick Chronicles." Blaine stammered out.
"Now Blaine, that's not really a scary movie is it?" the voice sounded dangerously amused. "Pick a real scary movie."
Blaine whirled around as a loud thunk sounded in the kitchen, backing slowly to the front door as he held the phone pressed against his ear.
"Answer me Blaine." the voice growled in his ear, and the noises from the kitchen seemed to come closer. Blaine's fear had frozen him in place, unable to run, unable to answer the voice, shaking too hard to do much more then press himself against the door.
"Blaine." the voice snapped, and Blaine found himself inching his hand across the door, staring fearfully down the hallway as he searched for the doorknob.
Even as the noises grew closer again, Blaine finally managed to open the door, throwing himself out of it and colliding with someone just outside.
Blaine screamed, covering his face with his hands and fighting to get away – even as whoever it was held him close, stroking down his back soothingly, and murmuring comfort words.
Blaine finally found the courage to peek at his captor.
"Kurt? Oh my god! Kurt, you're here. But no! Kurt, we have to go. We're going to die we have to go!" Blaine panicked, clutching at Kurt.
Kurt laughed.
"We're not going to die." he said firmly, petting absently at Blaine's hair.
"What? Yes we are Kurt! You weren't there, oh god you don't know. We have to get out of here!"
Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands, using them to tug the other boy down the path as he spoke.
Kurt pulled his hands back, resisting Blaine's panicked attempts to get him to move.
"Blaine." Kurt chuckled. "We don't have to go anywhere. The voice? Those noises? They were just Cooper and Rachel."
Blaine froze, staring at Kurt in disbelief.
"Are...Are you telling me that my siblings decided to deliberately terrify me for no reason?" Blaine asked, narrowing his eyes as he glared at the house.
Kurt frowned thoughtfully.
"I think it was sort of payback."
"Payback? Payback for what?" Blaine had finally managed to get over his fear, going straight from terrified to pissed off.
"I think it's payback for the way you act when I'm not here." Kurt teased.
Blaine frowned...Then his eyes widened, and he took a step back, looking Kurt up and down carefully.
"Kurt! Oh my god, Kurt! How... Why... When?"
Kurt laughed, gathering Blaine back into his arms.
"I missed you too."