2012, still

Blaine's out of breath. He's been running. "Hi, yes, uhm… I just ran all the way from home to you, that's why I'm out of breath. But I had to go, I couldn't… Cooper is at home."

He sits down. "I missed him, but now that he's here, I can't wait for him to leave. He- The glee club adores him. Kurt adores him. Hell, even Sue freaking Sylvester adores him, and she adores no one else but herself.

Cooper… with his beautiful hair… and his voice… and his body… Of course everyone loves him. He's famous, he lives in LA, he has an audition for god knows what.

I haven't felt this lonely in a while. I know it's bad that I'm so jealous of Cooper, and I know that Kurt still loves me more, but it is really shitty to see him gush about your older, handsome brother. I feel like I'm the only one that sees that Cooper is an ass. I'm the only one who doesn't romanticise him, and it must turn everyone crazy.

He's not even that famous!"

He sighs. "And, like, why is everyone so obsessed about him? We have bigger fish to fry. We won Regionals – sorry, Warblers!- so we need to prepare for Nationals. The New Directions get so easily distracted. The Warblers always had a plan! And… what do we do with Quinn, now that she is in a wheelchair?

Yes, cool, my brother is here and he charms everyone with that smile, but one of our own just had a horrible accident? Except for Artie, everyone is too busy admiring Cooper or planning Six Flags to acknowledge Quinn. Maybe I should've asked Artie if I could go with them, since I'm here instead of at Six Flags.

Sorry for the rant. I'm not feeling well."