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Cooper drives Blaine to his first dance, because Blaine’s too nervous to meet his date beforehand. (It’s not like Kyle can come to their house, and Blaine doesn’t want to intrude at Kyle’s house, so they meet at the gym, just outside).
Cooper picks out Blaine’s tie, matches it to his shirt, irons his dress pants. He helps Blaine fix his hair, claps him on the shoulder, takes a picture because he knows Blaine will want to remember this later.
When Blaine climbs out of the car, runs up to Kyle, Cooper smiles, beaming, excited for his brother. He watches the two boys hug, tentatively, walk hand-in-hand into the dance.
Blaine’s had a rough few months, coming out to their parents, the fights with their dad, the bullies at school. Cooper’s glad Blaine’s got tonight, a chance to be himself and be a teenager again.
When he’s driving to the emergency room four hours later, he longs for that excitement, the naive hope. He’s torn between throwing up and sobbing, at the sheer injustice of everything.
He finds Blaine bleeding and bruised, sitting up on a hospital bed with an ice pack held to his eye and a cast on his arm. There’s talk of x-rays and possible internal damage, concussions, broken ribs. They file a police report, admit Blaine for observation overnight.
Cooper waits until Blaine’s asleep to cry.
if cooper does not turn out to be the brother to blaine that i want him to be i think we are all going to die of...