Chapter 4: The Note

Blaine had spent his day blissfully dazed by his morning encounter with Kurt. He had been boarding at Dalton, but thanks to a prank gone terribly awry, had been forced to stay with his brother, Cooper, during the construction, and he was incredibly glad he had. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have met Kurt, which would have been a tragedy. True, it was likely Blaine would never see Kurt again, but at least he got to see him once. He hadn't been able to pay attention in any of his classes and had been teased relentlessly by Nick and Jeff about the dreamy, far-off look he wore throughout the day. He had just barely been able to make it through Warblers' rehearsal alive. He lost concentration and tripped a few times, earning stern glares from Wes and giggles from Nick, Jeff, and David, but now it was over and he was home. Blaine opened the front door and stumbled into the house more sloppily than he usually did and carelessly dropped his things on the floor. He shed his blazer, loosened his tie, and kicked off his shoes on his way to the kitchen where it had all started.

He was hungry, but didn't want to actually do anything, so he settled for cereal. He looked at the clock on the microwave and figured that since it was 6:30 now, he shouldn't have too much trouble getting his homework done in time to catch something good on TV and still get to bed at a reasonable hour. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with Cheerios and was about to open the refrigerator to get some milk when something caught his eye. One of the magnets on the fridge had been moved to hold up a small, folded piece of paper. Curious, Blaine removed the magnet and unfolded the paper to see a note. Cheerios long forgotten, Blaine's stomach did a flip and he stared in awe at the piece of paper in his hand.

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Cooper came home from the grocery store with a smile on his face. His meeting with his agent this afternoon had gone well and he was up for a part in the next Transformers movie that had three spoken lines and he had a feeling he was going to nail his audition. He just needed Blaine to help him with his audition video and he would be one step closer to stardom.

"Heeeeeeey Blainers!"  

No reply. 

"Blaine?"

He walked to the kitchen to put away the stuff from the grocery store and was surprised to see his brother standing in front of the fridge staring at a piece of paper with wide eyes and a dumbstruck expression. He set the groceries down and looked at Blaine, somewhat amused, for a minute. Then, he grabbed a bag of chips and squeezed it so it opened with a POP. Startled out of his trance, Blaine dropped his paper and shot up into the air about a foot and landed with a shocked, terrified look, whipping his head from side to side to find the source of the threatening noise. His expression of fear quickly turned to one of annoyance when he saw Cooper holding a bag of chips, eyes watering with laughter. 

"That wasn't funny, Coop! Are you trying to kill me?!" 

"No, you're much too fun."

Blaine glared at his brother. "Anyway," Coop said, digging into the bag of chips and popping one into his mouth. "Hey," he greeted his brother.

"Hey yourself," Blaine muttered as he bent to pick up the piece of paper he'd dropped in his fright.

"Whaddaya got there, Squirt?"

"Don't call me that."

"You didn't answer my question," Cooper said with his mouth full, pointing an accusatory finger at Blaine.

"It's none of your business."

"Well, I didn't care all that much before, but now I have to know."

"No."

"Gimme!"

Cooper launched across the kitchen, closing the space between him and his brother as he attempted to tackle the mystery paper from his hand. After a brief struggle, Cooper emerged victorious.

"Ah-HA!" he exclaimed, climbing off Blaine and raising his arms in victory.

"Give it back!" Blaine struggled in vain to retrieve the paper from Cooper's grasp, even hopping a few times.

"Aw, Blainey-Bear can't reach?"

"Shut up," mumbled Blaine as he accepted defeat.

"So how long were you standing there, anyhow?"

Blaine glanced at the clock and his eyes widened considerably. "Um...exactly forty-seven minutes, unless that clock is broken."

"Damn." There was a pause. "I'm guessing it had something to do with this, then?" Cooper asked, waving the paper in front of him. No reply. "Silence is consent, dear brother. Oh, well. I'll just see for myself." Still receiving no reply from Blaine (who had, at this point, realized resistance was futile), Cooper opened the paper to see what sent his brother into shock. On the paper was a simple note: 

Hey Blaine, 

We didn't really get to talk this morning, but I'd like to thank you for your help. Maybe we can meet up for coffee sometime? Call me.

-Kurt

On the bottom of the bottom of the piece of paper a number was inscribed in the same neat script as the note. Cooper smiled to himself.   Well, he thought,   this is going to be interesting.