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Kurt hummed along the annoying calling noise of Skype. He still hadn't figured out how to turn it off, considering he and that tone had become enemies in the first week of living alone in New York. As much as he loved his father, the overprotection and calling every time Kurt popped online on Skype had really gotten into him. ("Hey dad, yes I'm fine - didn't we speak five minutes ago?")

After school officially had started they somehow managed to miss each other every time they planned on Skyping. The frustration had turned Kurt frantic, that he actually made a schedule what time and day they would Skype no matter what - something Kurt should have done before he headed to New York. But he guessed he could be excused for that, mainly because he had never experienced not seeing his dad every day before.

And now he was sitting in front of his laptop waiting for his dad to finally pick up while staring at the ceiling. His eyes returned to the screen when the hideous notes stopped and was greeted by a lovely black frame that was accompanied by a lot of shuffling noises.

"Dad, you need to click video when you pick up." Kurt said in frustration, knowing his dad could hear and see him.

"Hey, kiddo!" His dad's voice came out of the small speakers, but his face still wasn't visible. Computer technology and Burt weren't friends even after the numerous weeks of trying to make them bond.

"Dad, I can't see you - unlock the camera."

"I don't know how - Kurt, Carole!" his dad yelled, sounding a bit panicky.

"Dad!" Kurt chuckled. "We've been doing this for weeks now, how come you still don't know?"

The room turned deadly silent. There weren't even any ruffling noises coming from his laptop. For a minute Kurt was scared his Internet had blown up again and he wouldn't be able to see his dad to bring the news.

"Dad?" Kurt rapidly shifted his mouse across the screen.

"Yeah? Got distracted for a moment," Burt's voice sounded a little broken and Kurt's panic that something was wrong with the computer turned into a general something is wrong. The black screen blinked a few times, changed focus and finally the trusted face of his father filled his laptop.

Kurt smiled again.

"Can you see me now?"

"Yes." Kurt couldn't stop smiling at seeing his dad even if he wanted to. With all his heart he hoped his dad would be happy for him with hearing the news about Cooper, but first he needed to catch up with the tales of what was happening in Lima. "How are you?"

Burt started to mumble about small things: the tire-shop, congress and actually visually lit up talking about his plans of enforcing anti-bullying even more in High Schools.

"Dad, that's great!"

"Yeah, I've been talking to Figgins and Schuester and McKinley is going to be the first try." Burt gave a lopsided smirk. "Pity you're not experiencing it."

"Oh dad," Kurt tilted his head a bit, "It's still amazing."

"Okay, I'm done," Burt raised his hands in defeat, "why, pray tell, has my son been smiling that wide for the past fifteen minutes or so?" So Burt did notice the small change of Kurt's obvious glowing face. "You got a lead part?" His dad smiled in anticipation.

"Auditions for the June musical won't start until January, dad." Kurt bit his lip teasingly. He knew his father wanted to know what made his son impeccably happy.

"Then please, tell me - what's going on?"

Kurt took a deep breath and finally allowed himself to say it: "I met someone."

A heavy load fell of his back.

Every time they Skyped over the past weeks, Carole had taken over after Burt to talk to her stepson and always started with the question: "Any cute boys?" And of course he had met Cooper at the beginning, but Kurt was too afraid to get carried away and he had been scared to find out Cooper wasn't interested in him at all.

But now they were boyfriends. They were official. Cooper had taken him out for coffee several times since ‘running lines', held his hand while walking through New York and sent him flirty texts, no matter how innocent they were - they made Kurt blush during lectures. Cooper had even shown up in the library of Tisch, of all places, to surprise him with a flier of the upcoming annual underground Tisch Halloween-party.

"The theme is Broadway, so we need to come up with something epic." Cooper had sunk down opposite of him, ankles immediately linking to Kurt's. "Pity there isn't a Batman musical at the moment, otherwise we would have made an awesome Batman and Robin." He waggled his eyebrows.

"I assume I would have been Robin?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mind me in black tights."

Kurt didn't even want to make his brain create that image - because he was in a public space, God dammit.

"But come on, you have to be creative enough to make something up that will make everyone else's costume look like - I don't know, something bad."

"Let me get this clear," Kurt shushed him. "You want to go to a student Halloween party, where everybody is probably under twenty-one -" He pointed at himself to prove that, Cooper replied with a mocking face, "and most of all you want to go in costume, with me - Broadway themed - and you want it to be... matching?" And you want me to make them? But Kurt didn't say that out loud.

"Well, what are the perks of having a super talented boyfriend to not show him off? Besides, don't worry about the twenty-one thing, like I said - it's underground." Cooper looked at him pleadingly. He was really meaning it. He wanted to go to a party, with his boyfriend, in matching costumes and did not show any indication he would be ashamed to go with Kurt.

Cooper's grin faded and his entire facial expression turned soft as he took Kurt's hand. "Hey? Hey, what's wrong? We don't have to go if you don't want to?" Kurt really needed to work on showing emotions through his own face, because apparently the realization that Cooper wanted to do things with Kurt had gotten into him, making his eyes puffy and lips tremble.

"No, no -" Kurt said quietly, "I really want to go, I just - yeah," he took a breather, "I can't wait to go with you."

He had a few weeks to create the amazing costumes and he had a pretty good idea on how they were going to look. But first he needed to tell his dad before embarrassing pictures of him and Cooper would appear on Facebook.

"You met someone?" Burt repeated. "I guess this someone is... special? Not like that Nancy girl?"

"She's special too." Kurt replied automatically. "But, yes - this someone is... pretty special." He wanted to tell his dad so much about Cooper; they way they met (censored version), their first date - and Kurt even blurted out his first kiss (slightly censored version). "Oh! And he's even from Ohio, Westerville - you know where that boarding school was,"

"Yeah, I remember." Burt spoke for the first time since minutes. He had been openly gawking at his son, watching him getting happier every second he was talking about Cooper. "So, you and Cooper, huh?"

"Hm," Kurt nodded, "me and Cooper."

"Are you still coming home for Thanksgiving?"

"Of course!" He couldn't wait. "Cooper isn't sure yet what he's doing, but maybe he'll come to Ohio too."

"Well if he does, I would like to meet him." Burt grinned, obviously excited for his first-ever encounter with a boyfriend.

"Just keep the gun in the cupboard." Kurt warned.

"No promises." His father chuckled. Kurt pressed his lips together to hide a smile, but failed miserably. "I'm happy for you, Kurt."

"Me too, dad."

"You deserve it."

Kurt's heart swelled in the paternal love it was getting. Suddenly Carole popped up next to Burt, giving his father a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, Kurt -" she said, "I'm running late, but I can't wait to hear the story too - we'll talk soon, okay? I need every detail possible." Kurt wasn't so sure about that: strangers feeling him up, asking him out - tricking him into saying lines only to kiss him senseless.

They agreed on a time and day and soon enough Burt was rounding up the conversation.

"Well, uh, stay out of trouble." He was overwhelmed. "I love you."

"I love you too, dad."

With that Kurt ended the call.

October 31 2012

Kurt was sowing on a final button to his costume when Nancy once again proved she had issues with knocking normally. He was waiting for Cooper so he could get into his costume, but instead he heard the familiar bashing of his best friend. One day, he swore, there was going to be a hole in his door shaped like Nancy's fist.

He pulled out the needle one more time before going up to open the door. In the doorway stood Nancy in a very short black dress, with fishnet tights - incredible heels and a short, black bobline-wig. Her make-up was straight out of theatre make-up-class, with high accented eyes and red lips.

"Velma or Frankenfurter?" Kurt asked, contemplating between Chicago and Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Nancy slapped him at hearing the Rocky Horror-reference. "Frankenfurter is played by a dude."

"Not in my High School production." Kurt mumbled and returned to his own costume.

"Oh, mama!" a random voice in the corridor-hall said at seeing Nancy's non-existing costume.

"Get lost, Michael!" Nancy entered Kurt's room and slammed the door. Maybe it was doors she had issues with. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" she asked, flopping down on his bed - showing more than Kurt ever wanted to see of her.

"Keep the legs down."

"Oh, come on, babe -" she started to sing, "why don't we paint the town? AH!"

Kurt cursed his urge to finish every lyric, but casually sang along: "And all that jazz."

Halfway the song was interrupted by soft knocking that Kurt recognized as Cooper's. He skipped from his desk, ignored the smooch sounds coming from Nancy and opened the door to find his boyfriend.

"Hey," Cooper smirked before giving him a small kiss and nuzzling his neck. Nancy scraped her throat. "oh hey, Nance-" Cooper let go of Kurt with a soft blush. "Woah, razzle dazzle them -"

"See, Kurt! Cooper knew I was Velma straight away!"

"Well, my first guess was Frankenfurter, but that might have hurt your feelings."

Kurt laughed out loud and pulled in his boyfriend. The door shut with a bang. Immediately Kurt started to dart around Cooper, checking everything was in order. Cooper followed him with an amused look and when Kurt's hands slid into his hair, he chuckled: "Completely product free, as you said."

"I know," Kurt replied smugly, "I just wanted to touch it."

"Ugh, barf." Nancy got up from the bed, adjusted her dress (although it still showed enough) and claimed she needed to leave the lovebirds in order to find a random guy to be her Billy Flynn. "Because my choices were already taken." She accusingly looked from Kurt to Cooper.

After she left Kurt pulled out Cooper's costume. "Tah-dah." he presented and Cooper whistled low.

"That looks... amazingly professional."

"Thanks, I even got some barber-knives for you, just don't - swing them around."

"I'll try." Cooper took over the Sweeney Todd costume and Kurt returned to his own Mr. Lovett's costume. Sweeney Todd had always been one of his favorite musicals, there was just something about Sondheim. He wanted to say that to Cooper, but as he turned around he found him in the Sweeney Todd trousers - and only in the Sweeney Todd trousers.

There were six of them. Clearly defined with shadows: Cooper's abs. Kurt found himself staring at them. He had felt the blocks of muscle before, several times even during make-out sessions - but now he could see them.

Was it hot in the room? It had to be hot in the room, the air-conditioning was terrible - maybe even broken, he really needed to go to the office for that - he should open a window, but Cooper was shirtless and he might catch a cold - Hummel, shut it -

"Kurt?" Cooper's voice had an amusing tone and he didn't seem to make any installments to put on the rest of the costume. Instead he flexed his muscles. Show-off.

"Y-yeah?" Kurt snapped out of it, turning around in embarrassment of staring at his boyfriend's toned body.

"I don't mind you looking, you know." Cooper snickered.

"Y-yeah, w-well, I - I need to..." Two arms were flung around him. Kurt praised heavens they were covered in sleeves, meaning Cooper had put on the dress-shirt.

"It's okay." Cooper kissed the crown of his hair. "I'll start the make-up in the bathroom so you can change, mkay?"

"Y-yes." Kurt gasped. Cooper gave a little squeeze on his sides before disappearing into his small bathroom.

As fast and fabulous as he could he strapped on his gender-bend version costume of Mrs. Lovett. He checked every buckle, button and zipper before knocking on the bathroom door. Cooper opened with the make-up smeared on all the right places - of course it was, Cooper had to follow basic theatre make-up too when he was at Tisch. He looked approvingly down Kurt's own costume.

"You need help with your own?" He held up the black kohl-stick.

"No, I'm good - I've been doing that since I was ten." Kurt shook his head and his smile turned vicious. "Just let me do your hair."

--

Half hour later Kurt and Cooper were officially the dreaded couple from Fleet Street. With their arms linked, they straddled down the stairs to the underground basement inside the dorm-building. Kurt had heard stories about the parties that were given there, but he didn't dare to invite himself to them. Now, however, with a handsome guy next to him and Nancy walking around somewhere, he dared to taste a little bit of the usual student-life.

To enter the room they were required to act out or sing something from the musical. The committee stared at them smug, probably thinking Kurt wouldn't be able to hit Mrs. Lovett's notes, but before Cooper could even interject - Kurt pressed small kisses on his cheek: "Oeh, Mister Todd -" Kiss. "I'm so happy -" Kiss. He continued the song and smiled widely when Cooper even knew when to sing: "Anything you say." with a low voice.

Kurt ended up singing ‘By the sea' entirely instead of just a small part of it. They were granted with an applause from the waiting cue. The head of the committee rolled his eyes and opened the door.

"Thank you," Cooper sneered. "Come on my Mr. Lovett, we need to fill your pies." Kurt let him drag him in.

Inside there were characters of all the musicals imaginable. Piper, unsurprisingly, was dressed as Eponine from Les Misérables. Michael represented Book of Mormon and there were some Elphabas and Glindas spread around the room.

Behind them Kurt heard Nancy sing ‘But I can't do it alone', followed by some loud noises of things falling. Apparently she tried the high kicks like they did in the routine. Shortly after she entered the room as well, re-adjusting her wig.

"High kick?" Kurt asked.

"Cartwheel." Nancy answered with a proud smile.

"I'm going to get some drinks," Cooper said and untangled his arm from Kurt with a little bit of regret.

"No-" Kurt started, but Cooper finished his sentence.

"-Alcohol. Got it. Nancy, fancy a beer?"

"Do I look that un-classy?" Nancy cocked an eyebrow.

"A beer it is." And Cooper vanished to the refreshments-table. Kurt took the opportunity to look around the party-basement. It wasn't as big as he had expected, but maybe the number of people just made it look so crowded. Seeing all the people he saw daily during classes all dressed up as their passion gave Kurt a warm feeling. Maybe he could feel at home at Tisch after all.

Cooper returned with a Diet Coke for Kurt and sipped a beer himself. Nancy had taken the beer straight out of his hand before she walked toward a Phantom in a straight line. Strong arms hugged his waist and Cooper nuzzled the hollow of his neck from the back.

"Have I mentioned yet how happy I am that we met?" he whispered.

"Not as clear as you did now." Kurt gasped. "M-my dad wants to meet you."

Cooper stiffened for a split second, but returned to rocking him in his arms. "Well, so do my parents."

"Oh? You told them?"

"Of course silly." Cooper pressed a kiss on the end of his jaw, right under his ear. "So I was thinking, maybe I should go home with Thanksgiving too. We can even travel together, if you like."

"Of course I would like that." Kurt snickered. "So, it's settled then? Thanksgiving in Ohio?"

"Thanksgiving in Ohio."

Perfect.

The rest of the night they mostly remained in their current position, enjoying each other's warmth. Nancy pulled him out once to do ‘Hot Honey Rag'. Lazy kisses were shared - and nobody that night in the basement cared, because maybe Tisch could be the home Kurt had thought to be somewhere else.

November 17 2012

The afternoon before Kurt and Cooper would head back to jolly good Ohio (Kurt blamed theatre history for letting old-English enter his life), him and Nancy were once again in his dorm room. Kurt was gathering the final things while Nancy confiscated his laptop as her own was having seizures.

"Remind me to sent Ms. Shannen a thank you note." she said out of nowhere.

"Why would you sent our dance instructor a thank you note?" Kurt folded up the last pair of jeans he needed. They both couldn't stand Ms. Shannen.

Nancy turned around his laptop and a Facebook-page appeared, showing a photo of some kind of frat party with several people.

"Old friends from High School, lookie -" She pointed at the guy on the right who was clearly yelling out some jungle-cry, holding up a red plastic cup. "-my ex."

"Oh, oh." Kurt could only reply. "You never mentioned -"

"Yeah, good reason, he's a dick." Nancy turned the laptop back.

"You want to talk about it?" Deep down Kurt knew he didn't have time for it, but he suddenly he was feeling so bad for flailing his own perfect boyfriend around while Nancy could do nothing else but watch.

"No,"

"So why do you want to sent Ms. Shannen a thank you note?" Kurt changed the topic again.

"Oh! Oh, right." An evil grin spread across Nancy's face. "He's gone fat." An accompanying evil laugh was barked out. "Student kilos are a bitch, but thanks to a bitch we keep in shape."

Kurt joined her in laughing. She was right: Kurt was feeling muscles he had never felt before after the intense weekly training.

"So are you seeing some of your old friends? Back in Lima?" Nancy waved her arm to the wall of pictures and Kurt knew she was referring to the Glee club picture. An icy flood spread over his body, leaving chills.

"Hm, no. Only Finn, can't wait to hear his stories from Cali."

Nancy had gone silent, observing her friend. "You really don't like Lima, do you?"

"It's a closed chapter." Kurt answered. "I prefer the new released chapters. The one with New York, leaking showers, yelling dance-instructors, awesome friends," he shared a grin with Nancy, "and of course the one with the boyfriend."

The only happy thing back in Lima was his dad, Carole and Finn. Unintentional, and some intentional, Kurt had lost every connection with the New Directions. He had tried to YouTube this year's sectionals, curious who had entered the club, but he only found videos created by Rachel Berry and all were old performances. So eventually he gave up on finding them. He still cared for the Glee club, without it he probably wouldn't be sitting in his single dorm-room with a true friend - again, not to mention the super sweet boyfriend. Maybe he would catch up with Tina and Artie if they were available.

"What time are you leaving, again?"

"Eleven, we'll switch turns while driving, we'll arrive in the morning in Westerville and go to see Cooper's family first."

"Oeh," Nancy perked up, "does he have a brother?"

Kurt laughed. "Actually, he does. A younger one, a way younger one if I understood correctly. He's still in High School."

"I can cougar if he's as hot as his brother. Send me a picture."

"Will do." Kurt winked, not sure if Cooper's good looks were a genetic thing or not.

That night Cooper picked him up in front of the dorm-building. His car wasn't quite the Navigator Kurt used to drive in Lima, but he was already happy Cooper had a car - although Kurt didn't know how. He always saw him use public transportation.

"Driving cars in New York is a menace," Cooper explained after Kurt had asked about it, "but my dad wants me to have one anyway. And who am I to say no to a car?"

Cooper took the first hours of driving. Kurt didn't realize he fell asleep until they hit a speed bump in the middle of nowhere.

"Oops, sorry honey." Cooper apologized at hearing Kurt's waking moans. "You can go back to sleep, if you want -"

"What time is it?" His voice sounded sleep groggily, Kurt grunted at hearing it.

"Just past two thirty, it's okay, go sleep."

"No! I'm being a terrible boyfriend, we were supposed to keep each other company during driving." Kurt blinked to regain full vision.

"But you're adorable when you sleep." Cooper said endearing. "I don't wake pretty, sleeping boyfriends."

"You watched me sleep? How Edward of you."

That got Cooper laughing. "No, we are not having that discussion again. I know you're team Jacob and I'm sorry I'm too much of an Edward."

"Well, I'm no Bella - we really need to stop talking about bad teen fiction."

"You're the one who brought it up." Cooper snuck him a wink. "It's okay, I can be a wolf if I wanted too." He added a howl.

"Okay, next stop we are changing seats. I can't have a howling boyfriend to meet my dad. You need sleep too." He reached to the back to get the thermo can of coffee. After a sip he moaned at the divinity of caffeine. "When we arrive I can change somewhere, right? I'm not meeting your parents in sleep-wrinkled clothes."

"Of course." Cooper drove into a random spot so they could switch. "We'll figure something out."

November 18 2012

Sometimes Blaine Anderson wondered if this was what teenage boys do: lying face down on their beds, sighing at every noise made - not wanting to do anything. Blaine couldn't grasp it why some people could do this. He had no will to do nothing; Blaine needed to do something.

He faced the facts a long time ago about holiday breaks. Whenever they were spent around the Anderson home: they were boring as the pre-final episode of Project Runway. The entire ‘meeting the family' and only seeing ‘half of everything' - it wasn't near the satisfactory of a full stressed episode with full outfits.

Blaine tried to enjoy Thanksgiving break, but it was already day one and he had the urge of going somewhere, doing something. He just couldn't sit still.

At least his brother was coming over to spend some time in his old hometown, well, Blaine still wasn't sure if that was a big relief or that it was the something he needed. Especially because not only a week ago his parents happily told over dinner that Cooper was bringing his boyfriend over. Not to spend Thanksgiving, because apparently mister perfect boyfriend used to live in Lima not so far from Westerville and he would spend it there, but definitely to meet the family of his significant other.

Blaine had perked up at hearing that he was from Lima and wanted to ask his brother whether he went to McKinley - Blaine's current school - but Cooper had been too busy with auditions to properly answer. Not that Blaine cared. By all means, there were more High Schools in Lima, it was improbable that his older brother's boyfriend went to Lima's pit of darkness called McKinley.

Not that he regretted transferring to it. He still couldn't believe his parents (especially his father) had agreed with his arguments why it was best to finish school at a public one ("Dalton is great, but I feel too sheltered. I have grown stronger past years, I am ready to face my enemies - except at a different school, farther away from Westerville High."). He had never felt braver the first day he re-entered the public school-life. No-one knew him, he expected the lead singer from the New Directions - Rachel fruit-something - to skim him empty, but turned out she had graduated last year. So on he was the only one auditioning for the New Directions the first try. Or better: he entered the No Directions, because there was literally no one except that kid from Ireland, Artie in the wheelchair, crying Asian girl, Sam and Sugar, whom till this day still didn't believe he was gay. Luckily everything had been working out the past few weeks; new members were coming every other day and Blaine felt liberated from his one-two-steps by doing some realdancing. He had something to do.

But during Thanksgiving break, or any break for that matter, there was absolutely nothing to do. Blaine had already done all his assignments, was already ahead of everything and his parents always minded him practicing singing, playing piano, violin or anything that caused nuisance when they were home. He didn't feel like any movie in his collection. He was completely updated with everything on his DVR.

Blaine was very, very bored.

"Blaine!" the voice of his mother called from downstairs. "Your brother is going to be here soon! With his boyfriend!" She actually sing-songed the last part. Cooper's boyfriend was going to be the first in-law ever to be brought home to the Andersons, enhance the excitement of his mother.

Blaine yawned in boredom and flipped over so he was lying on his back. His hair was ruffled, his clothes could have been more fashionable and his ridiculous teenage scruff indicated on one thing: his entire body was on vacation-mode. Then why the hell wasn't his mind?

Because deep down he knew why.

Maybe he should start searching more college-applications. He had already sent away a bunch to cheer up his father, but he had no intend on being positive on all those. His brother went to NYU, Blaine wasn't really sure how to top that. Especially because he didn't want to study law and business like his father wanted. And who was he kidding with searching for colleges - he knew exactly what he wanted and only one person in the world knew it, well maybe his wife also because she had been sneaking him brochures. Mr. Schuester, his history teacher and glee club director, had noticed Blaine spending time with the orchestra of the school and as much as he loved to perform, sing and entertain - nothing stroke his ego more when someone else was playing music he composed.

He had been tagging along with the school's conductor, learning every bit and piece of the magical world of music and composing it. Blaine had tried to elope any associations of planning his future by spending time with the orchestra, but Mr. Schue soon enough had cornered him and forced all his college-plans out of him. Mr. Schue only needed to hear a few words of what Blaine was stuttering: "J-Juilliard." "Music." "Composing." and promptly ignored the words: "Impossible." "High r-requirements." "Expensive.". Ever since the confession Mr. Schue was helping him getting all the needed things for his resume. Blaine was only one thing short to send everything away to New York: the actual composed music. The invitational required a segment of a composed piece, if he was chosen to be a finalist he needed to send the entire piece and to be considered for the full-ride and scholarships, he had to come to New York, work with an orchestra and show his piece in form of a small concert.

The problem was that Blaine was completely out of inspiration. He had hoped he could use this holiday to create his audition-piece, but if he had to use his current feelings the piece would be called Boredom in B-flat by Blaine Anderson. That will draw attention on the selection table; "This piece consists no notes - it represents boredom.". Maybe they would see it as artistic freedom.

But his current life consisted nothing interesting to compose about. He was a teenage boy living in the middle of Ohio, going to High School and being slushied on a daily basis (Icy Shower in D-Minor by Blaine Anderson). He tried to channel previous emotions about his hospital period, but not even that could trigger the inspiration to come. Blaine was killing himself with the thought that maybe his life just wasn't that interesting.

Outside he heard the doors of a car being slammed shut, followed by high ringing laughter and the lower laughter he recognized as his brother's. Shortly it was followed by the doorbell.

"Blaine!" his mother called again. "They're here!"

Blaine sighed deeply as he heard his mother opening the door and welcome her oldest son and his spouse.

"Time to face the music." he sighed and with his unflattering vacation-mode body, he started to head downstairs. What he found in the hallway, though, was only his brother - the mysterious boyfriend and his own mother were nowhere to be found. Cooper noticed the scruffy bored silhouette immediately.

"Blainey!" He spread his arms wide and Blaine couldn't help but smile while he walked into the hug. It was nice to see his brother again, maybe his adventures in New York would channel Blaine's composing-block. Cooper pulled back from the hug and cupped his little brother's face.

"You're growing a beard like a Wildman."

"I'm seventeen, it's a pathetic excuse for a beard."

"No, I think you have wolf-genes. We all know Uncle Desmond grew his beard age eleven." Cooper grinned and ruffled his hair. Blaine responded by giving a soft punch. Of course it ended in the usual Anderson brothers fight off. Halfway the point where Cooper had him in a headlock, a new voice entered the hall.

"Oh, is this your brother?" The voice was male and high and already sent chills down Blaine's spine. Cooper let go of him at once. With a blunt thud Blaine fell on the floor.

"Yes! This ball of frizz his my baby brother." Cooper had stepped away from the ball of frizz and Blaine pushed himself up with a few moans. "Blaine, -" He scrambled up on his feet, tossed his hair back and - "this is my boyfriend -"

"K-Kurt." Blaine stuttered with the casual amount of disbelief on his face. "Kurt Hummel."