The Singer And The Musician - Klaine [DISCONTINUED]

5

The scratched up door squeaked a little as Cooper pushed it open slowly with his palm. He stepped in and left the door open behind him. "Can I come in?"

Blaine mumbled something unintelligible from where his face was pressed into a white pillow.

"Come again?"

He turned around and sat up, groaning, "I said: you're already inside, idiot."

Cooper shrugged, "Courtesy. So can we talk?"

"Your idea of manners is strange. But sure," Blaine moved over slightly so his brother could join him on the bed. Once he did, he bounced slightly on the mattress.

"You need a newer mattress."

"It's fine."

"Hey, little brother, talk to me."

"There's not much to talk about really."

The elder grinned, "There's always something to talk about. Why don't we start with his name?"

"You little bastard," Blaine said, but he was laughing.

"I try."

"Kurt."

"And what makes Kurt so special?"

"Everything. His eyes are like the most beautiful things I've ever seen and his laugh - his laugh..."

"You're zoning out," Cooper laughed. His brother had it bad.

Said brother blushed. "But yesterday he sat next to me at lunch-"

"You still sitting alone? I told you to make some friends," Cooper interrupted.

"Easier said than done, Coop. But he sat next to me and we started talking. First about bullying and then we were talking Harry Potter and he knows Harry Potter! Can you believe it? I can't believe it."

The older of the two clapped the younger on the back. "No, I can't believe it. Nobody but you likes Harry Potter. But what's with the bullying talk?"

"Oh um, uh, I saw him in the hallway before lunch and somebody had knocked his textbooks out of his hands. It's really mean what they do. He told me, uh he told me that they do worse things to him. I don't think it's really my place to say."

"Alright, Squirt. You better get ready for school." And with another pat on the back, Cooper was gone.

Eventually Blaine stood up, walked to the kitchen, and made himself breakfast, all the while thinking about the recent talk with his brother.

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As soon as Blaine entered the French classroom he saw his new friend wave him over to where he was already seated. He gladly sat next to Kurt, setting down his satchel and getting out his needed items. The teacher hadn't arrived yet so they had time to talk.

"So, are you good at French?"

The shorter of the two laughed. "Um, no. Definitely not. But I saw you talking to this dude the other day in what seemed like fluent French."

"I love the language. It's very graceful and... And... Romantic. So what's this about you watching me in class?"

Blaine started stuttering, "Oh um I-I just, it was an- just an accident. You were just there, and-and my eyes just -"

"Oh my gosh. I'm kidding. Don't get so beat up over it," Kurt was surprised at the reaction he got for his teasing. Was Blaine... Flustered? No, he decided. It was innocent. "Oh look, the teacher's back. Here, I'll give you my number if you want to continue talking."