"That's it!" Cooper yelled while opening the door of the bathroom he shared with his little brother. His hair was dripping wet and he was holding a white towel around his waist. "That's it, I can't do this anymore."

Blaine was watching some cartoons in the living room, and decided to curl himself in a little ball as soon as he heard the yelling upstairs. His brother walked right next to him, but he didn't seem to notice the hiding kid.

"I can't share that small bathroom with Blaine anymore; I almost slipped with one of his damn toys! It's a mess! It's a mess and it smells like strawberry and soap!" He sounded furious.

"Cooper, relax, please," Mom pleaded. If they were going to have this discussion, it was better if Blaine didn't listen. She knew he would be trying to catch a glimpse from behind his long, dark eyelashes from the couch in the room next door.

"No, I won't relax. It's not only that, have you seen my hair?" He asked as he rushed himself to end up standing right in front of her and lowered his head. "Feel it, come on. Smell it. The boy likes to mix up shampoos and conditioners and soaps and every little thing that's in there. He's ruined my products!"

The woman couldn't help but snort. She knew her son was very fond of his hair, but that was just plain adorable.

"Don't laugh, woman! This is serious business!" His eyes almost popped out of his orbits. "I dare you to share your own bathroom with him for one week, only one week and you'll see what hell it is!"

"Cooper," she sounded much more serious now. "Do not disrespect me. Or your brother. Relax."

The semi-naked boy took a deep breath and sat on the table beside him. He stayed silent, waiting for his mother to continue.

"I know it's not fun, but there are only two baths in this house and you have to share one with your brother the same way your father and I share the other one."

"But I bet dad flushes the toilet, mom, I hate this," he breathed out, now sounding much more exhausted than angry. "It sucks. I love him, but I need some sort of safety feeling that my things aren't being wrecked. I want to take a shower without having to worry about whether or not I'm washing my hair with the right stuff, or even tripping and beheading myself."

Mom sighed and cupped her son's face between her hands. Her gentle eyes, blue, just as Cooper's, laid on his. "It's part of having a wonderful little brother like your own. It's like they say in Singin' in the Rain, you have to take the little heartaches that go with it," she smiled lovingly and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Now go dry yourself because you'll catch something."

Coop tried to smile back and came out as a sad half smile. He went back upstairs, again ignoring his little brother hiding behind the couch.

Blaine wouldn't let this happen. It was his fault that his brother was feeling blue and angry. He had to change it as fast as possible.

As soon as he heard the other boy's bedroom door closing, he jumped off the sofa and made his way upstairs at a Nightbird-worthy speed.

Cooper had been right. The small bathroom was a mess indeed. He placed his fists on his hips and frowned deeply, pursing his lips; it was the expression of a man whose mind was working at full speed; it was the face he put on when he was about to get some serious work done.

He decided to start with picking up all of his bath-time toys and saving them in a basket under the sink. It was surprising that even in such a small bathroom he could manage to spill such a big amount of toys. There were action figures, toy musical instruments and wind up toys in the bathtub; the blocks with the letters were in the bidet, the ones with the numbers under the sink; the rubber duck was someway perched on the lampshade and there was even a dollhouse behind the toilet.

Then, he proceeded to divide his own strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner from every hair product that belonged to Coop. He wouldn't touch those from that moment on anymore. He continued to organize the sink, making sure he cleaned thoroughly the smiley face he had drawn with the toothpaste on the side of it that same morning.

After not so many minutes, he looked around, pretty pleased with the results. It now looked almost like a normal bathroom. He wasn't sure how much time he had left until Cooper would need the bathroom again. He usually came back after showering to fix his hair with a better mirror once it was dry.

But there was only one more thing left to do.

The flush button.

The reason he never, ever, ever flushed was because... Well, because it was too high on the wall for him, he had to admit that. He had to tippytoe on top of the toilet in order to reach that damn button. But he had to do it, he had to; for his beloved sidekick.

Blaine checked the closed lid before starting to climb the toilet. This was a piece of cake for someone like him, someone like Nightbird. He climbed things all the time, he had all sorts of experience with the furniture in his house. He held his ground and pressed. The sound was somewhat comforting. He could get used to this. The boy turned around and jumped back on the ground, almost losing balance once he hit the cool, light blue tiles.

He took a proud glimpse around. The place looked impeccable. He was sure that all of Cooper's questioning feelings about sharing the bathroom with him would be changed in a minute as soon as he saw what he had accomplished, what he was capable of.

Just as if on cue, his brother appeared without even realizing Blaine was there and as soon as he walked in the look of restrained annoyance he had on his face changed as if hit by a train, replaced with one of sheer puzzlement.

"What the..." he asked aloud to himself, looking around. When he spotted his baby brother standing behind the door with those expectant, confident, hopeful eyes of his that characterized him so much, all his features dropped, glowing with sadness.

Blaine frowned, scared. He didn't understand, wasn't this what he wanted?

"Blaine," his brother sighed ruefully. He looked so regretful. And the fact that his little boy wasn't speaking and was just instead there, staring at him made it so much worse. "I..." he uttered again, not quite knowing what to say. "I don't know what to—Did you do this?" he asked, letting out the smallest of laughs, still amazed.

His brother's hazed squint immediately morphed into a beam, eyes crinkling up as he nodded, proudly.

"Was it because of something you heard me say?" Coop continued. Blaine's lips pursed, but he didn't look discouraged.

"Well..." he hummed, twisting his lips. His older brother didn't let him finish, swooping forward instead and lifting him.

"You, sir, are the best brother ever," he said with a huge grin, standing in front of the mirror and grabbing Blaine so that they both could see their reflection, his tiny hands resting on Coop's chest, his small butt on his forearm. They looked at each other, smiles growing.

Cooper kissed his cheek loudly, Blaine leaning in and smiling sideways, shutting his eyes.

"Love you, Coop," he said, throwing his arms around his brother's neck, rubbing his face against the side of Coop's.

The older brother's chest swelled, heart wrenching. He was positive his brother was indeed, the best baby brother ever. "Love you too, bud," he said back, clutching his back closely. "Now pip, pip, go to your room 'cause I gotta get ready," he said, putting him down and watching his brother go, both smiling.

"Nightbird to the rescue," he muttered as he left the bathroom with a satisfied grin on his face.