Pairing: Klaine (duh)
Rating: IT’LL GET TO M AT SOME POINT, I SWEAR
Summary: When a human is born it has a darkness inside of it. The human will proceed to feed this darkness so it becomes a part of the human’s soul. But what if you don’t feed it? What if you’re too good for that? And what happens when there’s suddenly something you want so badly that not even being good can stop you from taking it? Blaine Anderson was about to find out.
Warning(s): Demon!Blaine (if that’s not your thing), homophobic behavior, blangst. Also a very mean Mr. Anderson. *le glare*
AN: Here’s some Cooper in action! :-D
Cooper wasn’t exactly afraid of Jerome Anderson. He wasn’t scared the man would hurt him; he’d already gotten over the fact that his and Blaine’s father would never really accept any of them. At least Cooper was straight so the whole homophobe thing wasn’t an issue for him. But the oldest Anderson was never really one for emotions and after Cooper’s teenage years the man had lost almost everything he’d ever felt towards his son. Except disappointment, of course. Jerome Anderson was never one to hide when he was disappointed in either of his sons. Which he was quite often.
So no, Cooper wasn’t scared, but he’d still waited an hour at home before driving to his parents’ house; hoping to find it empty. He would’ve liked to have picked up Blaine so they could go there together and gather all his belongings, but he really doubted it would be good for the younger boy. Besides he had school to finish first.
Cooper was more than sure of his father’s anger. Jerome had always seemed to be harder on Blaine than he’d ever been on Cooper, even when the older boy had behaved recklessly as a teenager. It was as if their father had let his frustrations over Cooper out on the younger boy; as if he could correct everything that was wrong with Cooper through Blaine.
The moment Blaine had come out to their parents everything had changed. Sure, their father wasn’t all that good with emotions, especially not towards his sons, but their mother had always seen Blaine as her little baby. Until she found out her baby liked other boys, apparently. It had crushed Blaine’s heart.
So of course the youngest Anderson was scared and frustrated and Cooper knew from own experience that those kinds of emotions wouldn’t help him at all against whatever was inside of him. Cooper knew, because he’d been there. Not quite as much as Blaine - Cooper’s eyes never turned completely black, but he’d seen his fair share of darkness as a teenager.
The difference between Cooper and Blaine was that Cooper had acted out. He’d started yelling at their parents, he’d kicked chairs, he’d sneaked out and partied. He’d gotten into fights; he’d even been kicked out of school at one point.
Blaine never did any of those things. Blaine nodded and said thank you. Blaine apologized when other people walked into him. Blaine was simply too good to ever do any of the stupid things that Cooper had done. And even though Cooper didn’t understand the situation he and his brother both were in, he knew that that was what was wrong.
Cooper’s darkness-attacks (he was creative with names, huh?) had stopped after his rebellious period, when Blaine had been barely seven, so of course Cooper hadn’t thought of the possibility that Blaine could suffer from the same condition. Not that he would’ve cared at the time; Cooper had been quite the proof that teenagers were awful. He’d been selfish and at times cruel to his baby brother. Blaine never took it badly though, even as young as he was.
Cooper felt a stab of guilt as he pulled into his parents’ driveway. If he’d just been a little smarter - and less self-centered - he might’ve been able to help Blaine now. He didn’t even know if the whole ‘rebel’ thing had helped, or if it was just Cooper himself that had grown out of it. As he mulled over how to get his brother to be just a little bit selfish, he walked up the steps to the broad door.
He looked at the car next to his in the driveway and sighed. He mentally hoped his mother was home, and not his father. He didn’t know how to speak with the man without slapping him for throwing Blaine out. Blaine had done nothing but try to please him his whole life and after one mistake Jerome had just given up on him. Cooper clenched his teeth as he cursed his father. He would make sure that Blaine was never left alone again, if it was the last he’d ever do.
He knocked on the door in three quick raps and then waited. The door opened slowly to reveal an Asian looking woman with her dark hair pulled into a messy bun.
"Mariah," Cooper said with a small smile.
"Mr. Anderson," the maid said with a smile of her own and opened the door fully to let Cooper inside.
"I’ve told you to call me Cooper a million times, sweetheart," the man joked with a wink. He’d always been this way with their house maid ever since she’d accidently let it slip that yes, she actually thought he was pretty cute. For a child! She’d protested when he’d teased her about it.
"I’m here to get Blaine’s stuff," Cooper said and the joking left his eyes even though he kept the smile on his face. Mariah’s face seemed sad all of a sudden.
"Oh. Yes, of course." She led the way to Blaine’s - former - bedroom. "How… How is he?" She asked with a small voice. She’d always cared deeply for both the Anderson boys, but just like she had a flirty-cousin kind of relationship with Cooper; she had an older-sister relationship with Blaine.
"He’s…" Cooper was a loss for words for a moment. What could he say? Mariah had been here long enough to know about Cooper’s teenage years, and she’d actually been the one he talked to most about it. "Fighting," he settled on as Mariah pushed the door to the bedroom open.
The sight that met Cooper made his eyes burn and his throat close up. All Blaine’s things were stuffed into boxes; the walls were bare, the bed was without sheets, the closet’s doors were open and the shelves empty. He gulped and looked down at Mariah. She looked sad.
"I guess your father has already started," she mumbled and then turned around in the doorway. "Call if you need any help."
Cooper knew he didn’t need any help; there were only two large boxes and a suitcase. Still he couldn’t believe that their father would do this. Blaine was a mere child; he might be seventeen, but the boy had always had this room to come home to. He wasn’t ready for this kind of change, especially not when he was in such a difficult place with his own body and mind.
Cooper sighed and began carrying Blaine’s things downstairs and into his car. The boxes took up all the room in his trunk and he placed the suitcase on the backseat. He walked one last time up to Blaine’s room to look at the emptiness of it all, before closing the door. It was then and only then Jerome Anderson made his presence known.
"Cooper," he said as his oldest son had made his way down the stairs.
"Jerome," Cooper greeted with a cold voice. Dad was not a choice. It had never been a choice. And in that moment Cooper didn’t see the man as his father, only as the person who had hurt his baby brother in such a way that Blaine’s fragile heart was broken. And Cooper had no doubt in his mind that the elder Anderson wouldn’t even try to fix things.
"Thank you for taking care of-" And for a fraction of a second Cooper actually thought his father was going to say his brother’s name; thank him for taking care of the boy when Jerome himself couldn’t. But of course he wouldn’t; that would be a sign of weakness after all. "- that. It was beginning to take up room." His father smiled at him and Cooper was two seconds from punching that stupid grin into his stupid face.
"I’m not here for your sake. I’m here for Blaine’s," he said with clenched teeth. His father’s expression faded into a disgusted one, even though it quickly changed into a mask of indifference.
"Ah. Yes, well-"
"He’s fine, y’know," Cooper interrupted. "Good to know you’re worried about your own son."
"He’s not-" Jerome started with a sneer.
"He is a fucking Anderson!" Cooper spat and took a step closer to his father. "He’s your fucking flesh and blood, he is family, dad!" His voice was steadily getting louder. "He is Blaine Anderson, your youngest son, who has never done anything bad in his entire life!"
"Stop that nonsense and lower your voice, boy," Jerome said angrily. "He was a nuisance. A burden, was all he was." As if on an afterthought he added, "The only thing he was good at was sucking-"
"Don’t you dare say another fucking word!" Cooper yelled. "Blaine is sweet and innocent and good at everything he does, and you know it! He’s been trying his entire life to make you proud of him and you kick him out?"
"He’s a freak, Cooper," Jerome straightened up to his full height and his own voice was growing louder too. "He should have never been born, he’s a failure."
"The only failure in this family is you," Cooper said calmly and stood upright too. He towered over his father, even though he was only a few inches taller. "And you will not see Blaine or me until you realize exactly who the freak in this family is."
Cooper nodded to a frightened-looking Mariah before making his way out of the house. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins and held the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He would never forgive him. There was no way he would ever forgive that asshole. Kicking Blaine out was bad enough, but talking about him like that… Cooper gritted his teeth. He was never going to forgive him.