Blaine stood frozen for a moment before there was another loud knock on his door. He stepped around his broken bowl and scurried pass where he'd seen Kurt. He got to the door and peeked out of the peep hole. His brother's cheesy grin filled his sight. Blaine sighed and rested his forehead against the door for a moment before pulling it open.

"Squirt!", Cooper greeted holding his arms out for a hug.

Blaine hurtled into his embrace, wrapped his arms around him and held on tight. After standing still for a moment in surprise, Cooper held him back rocking a little.

"Hey little brother, what's the matter?"

"Nothing", Blaine answered letting go and trying to pull himself together, "I'm just happy to see you."

"I'm happy to see you too!" Cooper said messing Blaine's hair. "No gel today huh?" Cooper glanced down at Blaine's pajamas, "Just letting yourself go now that you live in Cali?"

"I, just. It was. I know that I... Just didn't feel like dressing." Blaine responded.

Cooper laughed, "You are always so good with words. Now are you going to invite me in and show me around or not?"

Blaine backed up and let Cooper in. Despite everything going on he was excited to show Cooper the house... as long as Kurt didn't pop out from somewhere, and no ghost turned up to kill each other.

Blaine showed him around downstairs stopping a moment to clean up the cereal and broken pieces of bowl on the floor. Cooper's raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything.

Then Blaine showed him around upstairs, "The bathroom of course. And the guest room, that's for you. And my room." They stood in Blaine's room as Cooper took in the rumpled covers of his unmade bed, Blaine was usually so neat that he knew Cooper could see something was up, but again, he didn't say anything about it.

"And what about this music room you've been going on and on about?"

Blaine paled a little, but lead him down the hall to the music room. He creaked open the door and stuck his head in making sure it was empty of anything... weird. Once he was sure that it was just his music room he let Cooper in. Cooper was suitably impressed, talking about how open and bright it was, and that Blaine was sure to write amazing music here, possibly for a movie Cooper was in one day.

But Blaine was nervous and kept rubbing the back of his neck and glancing around the room. Cooper walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump a little.

Cooper stared at him seriously for a minute before smiling as they both headed back downstairs.

Cooper was all excitement, as they settled down in the living room. Raving about how perfect the house was for Blaine and how he was going to love California and how great it was that they lived so close to each other now.

Cooper even teased him about not being surprised that his big brother had just dropped by uninvited and that they could just do things like that now. Blaine reminded him that it was over a five hour drive, but Cooper just shrugged.

"That's why I am planning on staying the night!"

Blaine's eyes grew wide.

"That's okay, right?"

"Of course... I mean. Yeah, Cooper, you're always welcome." But tried to swallow down the fear that tightened in his chest, he didn't want Cooper to know what happened here at night, or maybe he did, maybe he wouldn't have to be in this alone?

The longer Cooper was there the more Blaine started to relax. His brother had the amazing talent of talking mostly about himself, which gave Blaine a chance to think of something other than the ghosts in his house.

They spent the day talking and walking around downtown, Blaine started remembering why'd he been so excited to move to San Francisco. They ate lunch at a delicious deli near his house and went down to the bay to enjoy the ocean air and to people watch. Cooper was cheerful and full of energy talking all about an upcoming audition and not mentioning Blaine's quiet mood.

After they got home that that evening Blaine was making dinner while Cooper took a business call in the living in room. Blaine couldn't help looking around the kitchen nervously to make sure he was alone.

When he was done he scooped some pasta and veggies onto two plates and brought them to the living room.

"Thought we could just eat in..." Blaine stopped in the doorway as he saw his brother. Blaine had forgotten all about the folder from the library, he'd left it on the coffee table when he'd gotten home yesterday, but now it was in Cooper's lap as he flipped through the articles.

"What's all this?" Cooper looked up with a somewhat worried expression on his face.

Blaine sighed, set the plates down and sat next to his brother on the couch. "Nothing really... just something I was looking up."

"'Murder/Suicide In Old Downtown', 'Newlyweds Gory Deaths', 'Gay Couple Found Dead In New Home'", Cooper read some of the headlines, "This isn't just some light reading here Squirt."

Blaine leaned his head against the back of the couch and crossed his arms protectively in front of himself, "Don't call me that. And... I know. It's just that. Those deaths? They happened here in this house."

Cooper glance down at the articles again. "Okay..." he said slowly, "All the more reason not to read about it."

Blaine looked at his brother's worried eyes for a moment and made a split-second decision.

He could tell Cooper, they long ago moved past the petty jealousies of his youth. Cooper wasn't just his big brother, he was his friend. He had Blaine's back. He could tell him this.

"Cooper, something strange is going on with this house. Something bad. I think... I mean I am pretty sure..." Blaine glanced down, "I'm pretty sure the house is haunted."

Cooper stared at him eyes growing wide.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Oh my god. You had me going there for a minute.", Cooper said between laughter.

"No. Cooper. Really. I've seen them. He points to pictures of Sebastian and Kurt. Here in the house!"

Cooper continued to laugh for a moment, before wiping his eyes and reaching for his plate of pasta.

"Oh Blaine. Are you trying to punk me? First get me on edge with your not-quite-okay attitude all day, then set up these articles to tell me there are ghost in the house? What was the next stage?" Cooper said excitedly through a mouthful of fettuccine. "Come into my room in the middle of the night wearing a bed sheet?"

Blaine rolled his eyes in frustration and dug into his own dinner, "Yeah. Something like that." He didn't bring up ghost for the rest of the evening.

Blaine laid in bed that night worried about his brother. Cooper may have laughed things off earlier, but Blaine didn't actually want him to freak out over what happened here at night. He didn't want him to have to see what happened in the music room. And Blaine found he was worried that once Cooper saw that house washaunted he'd make Blaine leave. Blaine didn't understand why, but he was pretty sure he didn't want to leave. Blaine feel asleep that night dreaming of a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

The next morning Blaine woke up better rested than he had been since moving in. Nothing had happened. No noises. No shouts. No gunshots. Blaine knew he wouldn't have been able to sleep through that. Blaine and Cooper spent the day together, not talking about haunted houses, before Cooper had to head back out to L.A. for a job.

As Cooper was hugging Blaine good bye he stopped and held him at arms length, looking at him in the eyes. "You didn't know I was coming yesterday."

"No, but it was a good surprise Coop."

Cooper just looked at him, a strange expression on his face, "But you had those articles out, and something was clearly bothering you when I got here."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Blaine said putting his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet.

"I do worry about you little brother..." Cooper paused and thought a moment. "I don't think your house is haunted Blaine, but I might know someone who could check it out, if it made you feel better."

Blaine shook his head, "No it's okay. I am fine. It's fine."

Cooper gave him another tight hug, "Remember I am just a phone call away." He patted him too hard on the back and then skipped down the steps, got into his car and was off.

Blaine turned around and looked at the house, before squaring his shoulders and walking back in. Maybe the ghosts were gone now? Nothing had happened last night, maybe it was all temporary?

Blaine had just closed the door and was alone in his house when he heard a voice behind him.

"Your brother's cute."