Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, Cooper Anderson, Mum and Dad Anderson.
Word Count: 4,700+
Summary: Moments of Cooper and Blaine’s relationship through out their lives.
Warnings: Heavy angst. Mentions of gay bashing and homophobia.
A/N: I don’t normally do these kinds of stories but this one is for slayerkitty because she spent hours listening to my Cooper and Blaine head!canon while I wrote this fic. ♥
Disclaimer: Not mine. I just have a vivid and healthy imagination.
Twelve years old is the age that most kids start figuring out what all of the feelings inside of them mean. Puberty isn’t fun at all and everyone’s changing. Friendships that had been formed back in kindergarten are suddenly lost in favour of new friendships. Everyone’s changing. Changing their personalities, the way they look, how they act on what they feel.
At twelve, most of the boys in Blaine’s class are commenting (sometimes rather crassly) on which girls they think are cute, which girls they want to go out with and which girls have kissed boys. Blaine never really understood what the appeal was but he would just nod along with them whenever his friends talked about it.
It wasn’t until just after New Year’s when they had a new student transfer into their class. Blaine had been enamoured right from the first second he walked into the classroom.
Suddenly, Blaine understood why the other boys were so taken by some of the girls in their grade. He just felt differently about it all but that boy, he was something special.
Cooper closed over the book he was reading and let it rest on his lap. The day had been long. Work had been awful and Cooper often wondered why he had listened to his father and gone to law school and was interning at his father’s firm at the same time. He was sure that he was going to die from exhaustion sometime soon.
For some strange reason, he liked the work. Even though the days were long and some of the clients his father saw were awful, somehow, it was all worth it.
The Anderson men had five generations of lawyers, him being the fifth. It was the right of passage in their family – you go to school, go to college, study your butt off and become a damn good lawyer. Cooper had most of it down but sometimes he wished he had taken up something a little more different.
“How do you know when you like someone?”
Blaine was twelve years old and he was the best little brother. Cooper hated that he didn’t see him as often as he wanted to but that was the downfall of being ten years older than his little brother. His teen years had been fun with a little brother and a lot of his friends hadn’t understood it but there was just something about caring for this little boy, who was so innocent and so dependant on them that Cooper couldn’t help but love him. Even when Blaine was six years old and had thrown up all over Cooper’s history project, he still loved him. Even when Blaine was seven and had started up soccer that clashed with his own weekend plans, Cooper still loved him and still attended every game.
One perk was that the girls he dated seemed to love the way Blaine behaved; they said he was utterly charming and adorable, with his little bow ties and his perfect manners.
“Do you like someone, Blaine?” Cooper asked carefully.
This was one part of being a big brother that Cooper didn’t know if he was going to enjoy. Sure, he had kissed girls when he was twelve and had kissed even more by the time he was sixteen but this was his little brother. In his mind, Blaine was always going to be the baby that his parents brought home when he was ten years old.
“…I think so.”
Cooper smiled and adjusted the phone in his hand. “Want to tell me about her?”
The line went silent and Cooper took his glasses off his face. “Blaine?” he prompted, voice softer than usual.
“What if I don’t like a girl, Coop?”
“Then you don’t like a girl,” Cooper replied automatically. “So, who is this lucky boy that has caught your eye?”
The sigh of relief was audible over the phone and Cooper smiled, listening as Blaine prattled on about this new boy in his class and how lovely he seemed.
He just hoped that this boy was as special as Blaine seemed to think he was.
Blaine sat at the top of the stairs, his arms wrapped around his knees. He could hear his father yelling and every so often, there was a moment of quiet and he knew that his mother was talking. It was short-lived because his father would start yelling again, overpowering whatever his mother had to say.
He stayed for a few more moments before getting up and heading to his room, unable to stop the tears falling from his eyes. He wiped at them harshly and threw himself onto his bed.
How could he have been so stupid? He should have trusted Cooper. He knew their parents better than he did. He understood that their father wasn’t going to be happy that Blaine was gay. It wasn’t becoming of an Anderson to be gay. He was an ‘abomination on this family’, his father had said.
Blaine just thought it would be different because he was their son. They were supposed to be the people that loved him no matter what.
“I guess that’s not even close to true,” Blaine muttered, clutching his pillow to his chest.
He cried himself to sleep, not even bothering to call Cooper like he had promised he would.
Hours later, Blaine awoke to a gentle hand touching his shoulder. He opened his eyes and realised that he had fallen asleep with his all of his clothes on.
“Mama?” Blaine whispered, voice heavy with sleep.
“Blaine,” his mum said softly. “C’mon, out of your day clothes, baby.”
Blaine groaned softly and he looked up and he saw the tears in his mother’s eyes. “Mum, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“It’s okay, baby,” Mrs Anderson replied. “Just get out of your clothes and into your pyjamas like a good boy.”
Blaine nodded dumbly and hastily changed before slipping back into bed.
His mother pressed a kiss to his head and Blaine watched her leave.
He didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.
Everyone has fears of their family getting hurt or something drastic happening to them. Cooper was no exception. Ever since Blaine came out to him and then to their parents, he had been worried. He was always worried about his little brother’s safety, even before he came out.
Blaine had one of those magnetic personalities and Cooper was forever worried that someone would take advantage of that.
He had been steadily growing more worried over the last few weeks. He hadn’t received nearly as many calls or texts from Blaine as he usually did and received even less from their parents.
After Blaine had come out to their parents, the worry grew. He had come home to talk some sense into them but their father had just ignored him.
Cooper hated that their parents couldn’t be bothered understanding their youngest son. He was still the same Blaine they had raised but apparently those two connections weren’t as obvious to their parents as they were to him. Blaine wasn’t different, he was still the exact same little boy who fell off his first horse at seven years old and broke his arm. He was still the Blaine that sung Christmas carols with them every single Christmas time. He was exactly the same.
Cooper’s fears came true when he received a call in the middle of the night from a hospital in Columbus. He dressed faster than he had in his life and got into his car and sped the whole two and a half hour drive from Cleveland to Columbus.
He had finished law school at the end of last semester and had taken a job in Cleveland, much to his father’s annoyance. It was the ‘Anderson way’ to practice law in their firm but Cooper couldn’t do it. He couldn’t work with his father every day, knowing how he treated Blaine.
He hated that he was so far away from Blaine when he was still going through so much but it was the only firm that would take him when he was still so young in their eyes.
When he arrived in Columbus a few hours later, it was nearing two in the morning and Cooper was told he couldn’t see Blaine as he was in surgery.
Six am, both of his parents walked into the waiting room. He could see the worry clear in his mother’s eyes but his father looked bored and he left half an hour later.
Cooper was torn between hugging his mother and just leaving here there.
“I came,” she said softly. “When we got the call, I came. When he was taken to surgery, I couldn’t do anything else and…”
“I guess that’s something,” Cooper interrupted through clenched teeth. “What happened?”
Cooper listened as his mother filled him in. He could feel the anger rising in him; could feel the blood boiling in his veins. He wanted to find whoever had laid a hand on his brother and do worse to them.
When Blaine was out of surgery, Cooper was by his side. His arm was wrapped in gauze and his face was battered and bruised in ways that Cooper would never be able to forget.
He couldn’t even hold Blaine’s hand to let him know he was there as he had broken fingers on each hand.
Cooper sat next to his brother and cried more than he had ever cried in his life.
“Well, Mister Anderson, I think you’ve recovered enough to go home. I’ll call your family to let them know they can come and collect you.”
Blaine nodded. “Thank you,” he said.
He didn’t have one of those.
His father had made it quite clear that he was to stop these ‘disgusting feelings’ immediately if he wanted to come home again.
Blaine couldn’t change who he was as much as he couldn’t change the fact that he had curly hair – it was a part of him. It was a large part of him and his parents either accepted that or they didn’t.
He was scared. Scared that his parents weren’t going to let him go home. If it was up to his mum, he knew she would let him but his dad was the ‘head of the house’ and he never let her forget it.
He knew what he had to do.
Blaine got out of bed and picked up the overnight bag that had been brought to him during his first week of being in hospital. He stuffed it as quickly as he could with the clothes that he had left. He put his books into the bag and everything else that he could find that was his. He pulled on his sneakers and winced at how weird they felt. After being in hospital for so long, it felt weird to have anything other than slippers on his feet.
He pulled on his favourite cardigan and buttoned it up before swinging the overnight bag onto his shoulder.
Blaine paused at the door to his private hospital room and he looked around. He sighed and pulled the door open before taking a step out. He quickly and surreptitiously left the ward and headed for the lifts. He pushed the button to call for it and looked around nervously. He couldn’t risk and of the staff catching him and forcing him to go home. This was it – he had to run away now or go live with his parents where he was sure that he was going to be treated awfully if the lack of visits from his father were anything to go by.
Blaine stepped out of the hospital and was about to leave grounds completely when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He stopped short and turned.
“Hi,” Cooper said. “Running away?”
Blaine had the grace to look guilty. “I…”
“I can’t do it, Coop!” Blaine exclaimed. “I can’t go back there. I can’t look at him and know that not once did he visit me while I was stuck in that place!” he gestured wildly with his hand back towards the hospital. “I can’t go home because I don’t have one there. What else am I supposed to do?”
“Get in the car,” Cooper said, turning and walking away.
Blaine stayed rooted to the spot. He knew Cooper had something in mind. Cooper always had a plan. Blaine could either go with him and find out, or he could turn and run as fast as he could, which he wasn’t sure how fast that was, given his leg had been broken in three places and he’d just been through three months of intensive physiotherapy to even be able to walk right now.
Even before he realised, Blaine followed Cooper to his car. He put the bag on the back seat and got into the passenger’s side of the car.
The car ride was silent and Blaine felt guilt gnawing at his stomach. He kept his gaze down on his hands for the entire ride, too nervous to look anywhere else. He had no idea how he was going to survive being at home. His dad wasn’t violent but he would as sure as hell make Blaine’s life a misery. He’d done it before, with his constant looks of disappointment and the snide remarks. It hurt more than Blaine cared to admit.
The car stopped a while later and Blaine frowned as he looked out of the window. He didn’t recognise anything.
“Coop?” he asked.
“Don’t you raise your voice with me, young man!”
“I wouldn’t have to if you would let me speak!”
“There is nothing to say, Cooper. I will not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my house!”
“Then do the right thing here, Dad,” Cooper snapped. “Give me custody of him!”
“I will do no such thing! What will the firm–”
“Of course it’s all about work with you,” Cooper snapped. “He’s coming out of hospital today, Dad. Today. You either let me take him home with me or you man up and accept that your son is gay and there’s nothing he can do to change it!”
The room went silent.
Cooper could feel his heart pounding in his chest and the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He was doing the right thing for Blaine, whether his father liked it or not.
“School starts again in two weeks,” Cooper started a little more calmly. “I have already enrolled him at Dalton Academy for Boys and he’ll board there so you’ll never have to see him again. He won’t be home every night for dinner and he won’t even be home on weekends to annoy you. If he wants to leave campus, he can come and stay with me.
“This way, you can keep your precious little firm happy and keep on lying to them about how you’re treating your family.”
Cooper should have expected the slap before he’d even finished talking.
He didn’t, however, expect that it would be from his mother.
“Do not speak to your father like that!”
Cooper bit his tongue so hard he could taste blood. “I’m going to go pick up Blaine from the hospital and take him home with me,” he said. “Call me if you get your soul back.”
Cooper got to the end of the street before he broke down.
He switched off his car and just sat there, gripping the steering wheel tightly between his hands. His knuckles were white with the force he was gripping the steering wheel and he was lucky he didn’t break it.
He was doing what was right for Blaine. This was about his baby brother and the fact that he’d just missed most of entire freshman year of high school because he had been beaten up by a bunch of idiots from his previous school.
Blaine didn’t deserve this.
Cooper had taken things into his own hands the moment he realised that their father wasn’t going to do anything for him, let alone visit him in the hospital.
Cooper had enrolled Blaine at Dalton and had paid his first year of tuition from his trust fund money. Thankfully, their grandfather had set up trust funds for Cooper and Blaine on the day they were born and had been steadily adding to them every year of his life. Cooper could access the first part of his trust fund when he turned 18 and then the full account when he turned 21. Blaine wouldn’t be able to access his for another four years, leaving him with nothing if he was forced to live at home.
Cooper wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. He transferred from the firm he was working with in Cleveland to one in a town called Lima. It was far enough away from Columbus that they wouldn’t run into their parents if they were out and about. It was a bit of a drive to Westerville, where Dalton was located but Cooper would rather drive to Westerville every night if he had to rather than to a Columbus hospital that Blaine would no doubt end up in again if he was left to live with their parents.
So, Blaine was going to live with Cooper whenever he wasn’t at Dalton. Cooper would wear down his parents eventually so that Blaine could legally be his responsibility but Blaine needed a safe environment to live in first, everything else could come later.
“Home?” Blaine asked as they got out of the car.
Cooper nodded. “Home,” he repeated, opening the boot to pull out the last of Blaine’s things he had in a few bags.
“Wait, where are we?” Blaine asked.
“Lima,” Cooper replied. “You’re living with me now.”
“I… I’m living with you?”
Cooper nodded. “You’re still legally tied to mum and dad but you’re living with me now.”
Cooper barely had time to register what was happening before Blaine’s arms were wrapped tightly around him and he was crying against Cooper’s chest in the middle of their front yard.
Dalton was hard to get used to at first. Everyone was so… stiff and proper. Blaine appreciated good manners and charm as much as the next person but Dalton felt like it was choking him.
He could be who he wanted, of course, and no one batted an eye. He was sure that some of the boys in his classes were dating and that part gave him hope but he felt so restricted at Dalton. He wasn’t used to this kind of formal behaviour. People expected things of him and Blaine wasn’t sure what to give them.
When he was with his parents, he knew exactly how to be have – children are seen, not heard and if they were lucky, children weren’t seen either.
Dalton expected him to uphold their morals and their excellence at all times. It was a pressure that Blaine wasn’t sure he could cope with.
He did his best to conform, to follow the rules, to do everything by the book but he was becoming a shell of his former self. No one cared about him and it was almost like he was invisible for his first few months of his repeated freshman year.
He was the new kid, like so many others but some people knew who he was purely because of who his father was. One of the boys in his class, Nick, glanced at him on that first day and Blaine knew that the other boy knew who he was and what had happened to him. Nick was also the son of his father’s biggest rival in the law world.
They never spoke to each other.
It was closer to Christmas that first year when Blaine was watching a DVD in his room when he got an idea.
He was going to start a fight club.
It was their first Christmas together without their parents and Cooper was worried. Blaine was quiet and withdrawn and Cooper didn’t know how to handle it. It hadn’t been that long ago since he was a teenager but he just couldn’t get Blaine to talk to him.
Then he saw it.
There were bruises lining Blaine’s back and if Cooper hadn’t walked passed his bedroom at that specific moment, he would have never known.
He burst into Blaine’s room without even knocking and stared at for a few long moments.
“You could knock,” Blaine said, pulling a shirt on.
Cooper kept staring at Blaine and he could see his brother start to physically squirm under his gaze.
“I started a fight club,” Blaine said so softly Cooper wasn’t sure he’d said anything.
“You what?” Cooper asked.
Blaine huffed. “I started a fight club at school,” he said. “It helps with my anger.”
Cooper fell silent again and left the room, only to return a few moments later with some soothing balm. “Take off your shirt.”
Blaine did as he said and Cooper rubbed the cream into his brother’s back.
“I get it,” Cooper said after a while. “Why you started the club but Blaine…”
“I know,” Blaine whispered, voice a little choked up.
Cooper nodded and silently finished rubbing the cream into Blaine’s back. Once he was finished, he left the tub on top of Blaine’s bed side drawers and left the room. He started cooking dinner, just so his hands had something to do.
For all Blaine talked the talk, sometimes he didn’t know how to walk the walk. A lot of people were clueless about his façade but the moment Kurt Hummel walked into his life, Blaine didn’t need it any more.
Sure, he kept it up as long as possible but Kurt had this way of breaking down Blaine’s walls without even realising it.
Then they were kissing and things suddenly, for once, felt right. Blaine felt all of his worries disappear with a simple touch of the lips. Kurt Hummel was his kryptonite.
Cooper had met Kurt before, of course but Blaine was nervous about introducing Kurt as his boyfriend.
Cooper had been there through everything over the last few years. He’d been there through the endless nights of tears, the heartache of not seeing any of their family. Cooper had been there when Blaine had got so drunk he’d passed out in Kurt’s bed, even though he knew, he knew how Kurt felt about him.
He was the one who would tell Blaine that he was fine, that he was normal and that there was nothing wrong with him.
Blaine had a lot to thank Cooper for.
When Blaine had brought Kurt home and said they were dating, Cooper had just smiled that charming smile of his and clapped Blaine on the shoulder.
“It’s about time,” he said. “Now, are we ordering in for dinner or are you two lovebirds going out?”
Cooper was definitely the best parental figure Blaine had ever had.
Sometimes, Cooper wondered how bad things would actually get before his mother would leave his father.
He couldn’t stand being around them for too long as his dad ignored everything he had to say about Blaine. He always changed the subject whenever it came to him and it made Cooper furious. It was worse because he knew that their mum missed Blaine.
She would visit as often as she could without raising suspicion but there was always that lingering fear that Mr Anderson would find out and would do something crazy. He wasn’t violent by any means but he was sneaky in a way that Cooper would never understand.
Cooper had gone to visit to tell them that Blaine was leaving Dalton and was transferring to McKinley High. His mother had instantly been worried that Blaine was going to be out of the safe environment of Dalton and into a school that she knew had bullies in it but his dad had a different attitude altogether. Cooper shouldn’t have been surprised when he said that it might ‘man Blaine up’ and that was the first and last time he’s mentioned Blaine’s name since he was in hospital.
Cooper was apprehensive of Blaine leaving Dalton as well but he could see that Kurt was good for Blaine. Blaine was a happier person all around when Kurt was in his life. He could see the life back in Blaine’s eyes, the happiness in his face and in every thing he did and Cooper suspected that Blaine was as good for Kurt as Kurt was for Blaine.
He knew that they still had struggles being an out couple in Lima but they fought together and they were stronger for it.
He hated that a pair of teenagers like themselves had so much more pressure on them than a straight couple did but Cooper had never seen anyone handle whatever was thrown at them with more grace and finesse than Kurt and Blaine did.
He should have guessed that their relationship would go to the next level sooner or later. He couldn’t be mad, he had lost his virginity when he was fifteen, so it would have been a double standard if he was.
Blaine and Kurt were the most responsible teenagers he had ever come across. Cooper thanked his lucky stars that he didn’t have to worry about teen pregnancy.
He knew it was a bit late to have the talk with Blaine because he was already sexually active but he did want to give Blaine something to live his life by.
“Coop, you don’t have to,” Blaine said, cheeks impossibly red.
Cooper just grinned. “Blainers, I know you and Kurt are having sex, I’m not that dumb,” he said.
Blaine blushed even harder, if that was possible. “He… I… We…”
“You two are a great couple,” Cooper started. “You and I both know that but I just want to make sure that you know I fully support you. You’re a responsible man now,” he continued. “As long as you’re being safe and that you and Kurt are respecting each other, then that’s okay with me.”
Blaine nodded, keeping his mouth shut.
“And, if you and Kurt want the house to yourselves, just let me know at least one night in advance so I can either stay at the office or go out with some friends,” Cooper added.
“Oh my god,” Blaine mumbled. “I… Thank you.”
Cooper smiled. “Oh, and I got you something.”
He set down a small gift basket of condoms, lube and a couple of sex toys.
It was worth it just to see Blaine’s face turn beet red.
If there was one place Blaine hated more than anything, it was the hospital.
At least this time he could move his hands, arms and legs. Nothing was broken. Just his eye.
His surgery was scheduled for eleven and it was already ten in the morning.
He had Cooper on one side and Kurt on the other, both telling him that they would be there when he came out of surgery and that they weren’t going anywhere.
When Blaine awoke post-surgery, the first thing he saw was his brother’s and his boyfriend’s faces slowly coming into focus with his good eye. He gave them a groggy smile and promptly went back to sleep.
It didn’t come as a surprise to him when he got the call.
Cooper’s grin couldn’t have got bigger if he had tried. He spent the best part of an hour getting the story out of Kurt and Blaine, of who proposed to whom and where they had been.
Blaine had proposed and it had been outside, in the middle of the night, even though it was snowing. Cooper couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as he looked at the photo of himself and his wife on their wedding day. Blaine was definitely the more romantic of the two, that was for certain.
Cooper couldn’t have been happier for his little brother and Kurt. They had beaten the odds. They were as strong now as they had been back in Kurt’s senior year of high school. They were unstoppable.
“Coop, I have a question.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Will you be my best man?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Thank you. For everything.”
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