a blaine/cooper fanfic.
Blaine expected a lot of things to come hand in hand with Cooper Anderson's return to Ohio. The apparently charming, "big-shot" actor who left Lima for Hollywood and never looked back, not thinking twice about his fragile younger brother. Not a phone call, not a text. Cooper could have ceased to exist and Blaine wouldn't know; were it not for those stupid commercials. And yet he would still turn up on his doorstep, acting as if they were best friends. Sure, they'd always had disagreements, tiffs, like normal brothers in most respects - but there was a time when they were closer than that. It was something Blaine had tried to erase from his memory, and most of the time he could push it to the back of his mind, but now Cooper was due back in town, there was little else he could think about.
"So, what's the deal with you and your brother anyway?"
"Huh?" Blaine slammed his locker shut, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Kurt sighed, "that you never talk about him, you know, and I have to admit that I'm curious, about your family and all."
"You could've asked. He's really nothing special, though. We were never really close. Hardly talk."
"What does it matter?" Blaine didn't mean to snap at him, but for some reason he didn't want to discuss this with Kurt. He was under enough stress as it was, knowing Coop could show up any minute, and talking about it wasn't going to help. "Let's just get to practice. We're late."
The feelings building up to the moment were just a fraction of what hit Blaine when he laid eyes on Cooper for the first time in over a year. He hadn't changed a bit, and yet he seemed so different. The confident stride, the wide grin that set a spark in his blue eyes, they stayed the same, but it was impossible not to compare it to the last time they saw each other. The night before he left for California… he shook his head, no, he couldn't think like that, he swore to himself he wouldn't. So he greeted his brother, indulged his presence, how he acted in front of their parents, the New Directions, everyone. It wasn't the real Cooper, but that suited him just fine - because coming in contact with the Coop he knew would do more harm than good.
"We're more than just brothers, right?"
Blaine froze when he heard those words, swallowing a lump in his throat before blinking up at him. "Friends?"
"If that's your story." Cooper shrugged, and although the words were snarky, almost dismissive, he bit his lip and refused to meet the others gaze. "Are we ever going to talk about this?"
"Are we ever going to talk, period?"
"That's not fair and you know it. I was busy."
"And I needed you. You make me feel… feel like that, and then you disappear! Not a call, not a single fucking text, Coop! Tell me, where's the fair in that?"
"You need to work on your anger management, little brother."
Of course he didn't know that he took up boxing not just for defence, but to beat out every painful, confusing, disgusting feeling. To let out the anger and frustration. Stuff that could have been talked about, if Cooper had cared to face up to what they did. "We can't ignore this. I don't want to lose any more of you than I already have."
"What do you care, anyway? You have Kurt. Your boyfriend. You don't need me."
Next: Blaine tries to deal with the memories, while Cooper tries desperately to ignore what's right in front of him. But being in Lima wasn't going to be easy for him.