November twentieth.

Blaine had been waiting for this day since his brother was drafted. Lucky for himself, Blaine was too young by a year to join his brother in the army. He missed Cooper though. Even though the boy was quite a few years older, he had still been living at home. Cooper had protected Blaine from their father. Blaine graduated soon after Cooper left and moved to New York. He went to NYADA and graduated top of his class. Then he worked on Broadway for a year.

Today, November twentieth, six years after his brother had been drafted, Cooper was coming home. Blaine hated not knowing if something had happened to his brother! The army always notifies a soldier's family if he or she dies while in the service, but Blaine cut off all contact with his father. Now he was sitting in the airport in front of the gate that his brother would be landing at. All around him were families of other soldiers. There was a young blonde girl with a beautiful diamond ring on her finger watching the gate anxiously. There was an asian girl with a very pregnant belly holding a sign that read Welcome Home Mike. Then there was a bigger black girl with two little ones running around her and yelling, “Daddy is coming home!”

Blaine looked on with happiness. When he looked back out he saw the plane pulling up to the hanger which his brother would soon be walking through. With each passing second Blaine got more and more excited. After what felt like hours, the first passenger came through the gate. He was tall, really tall, and didn't look much older than Blaine. He had perfectly styled chestnut hair. Had he not been wearing a uniform, Blaine wouldn't of guessed he was a soldier. Blaine looked around to see who this boy's family was, but the boy just kept walking. He took a seat a little ways away so he could still see who came off the plane. Blaine wondered if he was waiting to see a friend come off. Next a supermodel thin girl came off the plane. She had long black hair and as soon as she saw the blonde girl she ran and hugged her. The blonde broke down in tears and the soldier wiped them away whispering “I love you” and “It's okay, I am here now”. Next came an asian man who must've been Mike because he walked over to the pregnant girl and put his hand on her belly, tears of joy running down his cheek. Then came a Blonde man. The kids from earlier ran to him and he scooped them both up, one in each arm. He gave them each a big kiss and walked over to the mother and kissed her as well.

The next person to exit wasn't a soldier at all. Blaine thought that was odd because they usually didn't let anyone off until the soldiers had exited. Blaine waited another fifteen minutes as everyday citizens exited the plane. Soon the flight attendants exited and shut the gate. That could only mean one thing. Blaine couldn't believe it; didn't want to believe it. He fell to his knees and tears poured down his face. All of the other families had left already.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. The tall soldier from earlier was crouching in front of him, his blue eyes full of tears. “Are you Blaine?” he asked with a trembling lip. Blaine was surprised by how high his voice was but he didn't really focus on that, he could only nod his head. “Cooper Anderson's brother?” Blaine again nodded. Then, before he knew it the soldier had scooped him up and held him tightly. Blaine lost it cried into the man's shoulder while he whispered, “I'm so sorry,” over and over again.

After a few minutes Blaine had calmed enough to think straight. His brother was dead. How long ago? He didn't know. Whoever this boy was knew his brother somehow. Blaine pulled away and looked at the taller boy. He saw the name Hummel sewed into his uniform. “How do you know my brother?”

The brown haired boy pulled back and Blaine could see his cheeks were tear stained. “He was my bunk mate. He was my best friend. He protected me from all the homophobes in our camp,” Kurt answered.

Blaine chuckled. The taller boy looked at him in surprise, of all reactions, a laugh wasn't expected. “Sorry, it's just, Coop was really good at keeping the homophobes away,” Blaine explained. “What is your name?”

“Kurt, Kurt Hummel.”

“I'd introduce myself but it seems as though you already know who I am.”

“Your brother never stopped talking about you. He really loved you! He couldn't wait to get home and see you again,” Kurt explained. Then he started crying again and so did Blaine. Blaine pulled Kurt into another hug.

After Blaine pulled himself together yet again, he stepped back but kept one hand grasping Kurt's arm. “I know you probably want to go home, but do you think you could tell me more about my brother some time?” Blaine asked, choking on brother.

“Yes. Absolutely. Do you want to go get coffee?”

“Now? Don't you have family to go see?”

“No, my family is actually in Ohio. I fly out on the twenty-fourth, the day before Thanksgiving. I was going to visit New York for a week. It was my dream to come here after high school but I got drafted.”

“Well, you could stay at my place if you want. It'd be nice to have someone my brother cared about around for a bit.”

“Yeah, if it's not too weird.”

Blaine shook his head and started walking towards the exit of the airport, his hand still grasping Kurt's arm. It was almost as if in letting go, he would lose his only connection to his brother.