Ficlet: What Strange Creatures, part 2 [Glee]
Title: What Strange Creatures part 2
Author: purplehrdwonder
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: Gen
Characters: Cooper, Blaine, Sam
Word count: 1,060
Spoilers: Through 4x20
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Summary: Cooper takes Blaine to a gay bar to lift his spirits, but Blaine is having none of it. Sam tries to rectify that.
Author's Note: I couldn't resist a little follow-up to What Strange Creatures because Anderbros + Blam are a lot of fun. No idea if there will be more.
“You know,” Cooper said, flopping down next to Blaine at the bar after a particularly exhilarating round on the dance floor, “for a moderately attractive gay guy who actually likes to dance, you’re not doing very well for yourself tonight, little brother.”
“Moderately attractive?” Blaine echoed, raising an eyebrow over his beer bottle.
Blaine had been nursing the same drink since they’d arrived at the gay bar over an hour ago and hadn’t so much as gotten up to dance once, even though Cooper knew for a fact that he was the second best dancer in their family.
When Cooper had found out that Blaine already had a fake ID, he’d been impressed (Sam had stared at Blaine like he’d grown a second head when he’d pulled the card out, and Blaine had just shrugged. “What? So I’ve been to Scandals once or twice,” he’d replied dismissively, and Cooper had filed that away to find out about later) and had high hopes for the night. But Blaine’s downer attitude had put a damper on the entire outing.
Of course, Cooper wasn’t going to let that keep him down; he was supposed to be Blaine’s wingman tonight, but he couldn’t help it if all the attractive gay men were flocking to him instead of his little brother. It was a curse, he supposed.
“The girls at school seem to think you’re pretty hot,” Sam offered from Blaine’s other side. They’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder since they’d arrived, nursing drinks and talking (who went to a bar to talk?) while Cooper danced. “Tina especially.” Blaine pressed his lips together but didn’t comment. “And, I mean, if I were into dudes, I’d probably want to do you too,” he added, throwing an arm over Blaine’s shoulders.
Blaine looked at Sam incredulously for a moment before shaking his head. “Thanks. I think.”
“C’mon Blainey, you’re related to me, so you have to be somewhat attractive by default. Of course, I got the better deal of the genes, but still. There are no ugly Andersons,” Cooper added, pulling his brother’s attention back to him.
If Blaine really had low enough self-esteem that he needed his brother and straight best friend to tell him that he was attractive, he might be in a bigger funk than Cooper had anticipated when he was making brotherly bonding plans.
“How much longer do we have to stay?” Blaine asked wearily.
“C’mon little brother, let loose and enjoy yourself!” Cooper said, gesturing toward the dance floor. “I know you want to get up and dance. I saw your foot tapping.” He frowned. “Are you intimidated of being on the dance floor at the same time as me? Because I totally understand that and can sit out a few songs. This is supposed to be for you, after all.”
Blaine rolled his eyes. “I told you I didn’t want to come in the first place, Coop.”
“Nonsense! You’re single and being single at a bar is all about having fun.” He narrowed his eyes quickly, glancing between his brother and Sam. “Safe fun, of course!” he added before tilting his head thoughtfully. “Though I’m surprised no one has asked you to dance yet, being moderately attractive and all. Definitely above average for this place.”
Blaine groaned. “You’re insane. And besides,” he said, nodding back at Sam, “I’m pretty sure everyone thinks White Chocolate here is my boyfriend.”
Sam frowned. “What, me?”
“Sam, you’ve been all over me since we got here,” Blaine said patiently, tapping the arm that was still slung over his shoulders. “You’re sending off serious territorial vibes.”
Sam looked startled at that. “I have?”
“And I really don’t mind because, like I said, I didn’t want to come in the first place, but yes.”
Sam looked over at Cooper, a playful look spreading across his face; Cooper knew that look and found himself nodding at whatever the kid had in mind to do to tease Blaine and maybe get him to have a little fun before the night was a total waste.
“Well then honey,” Sam said, dropping his arm from Blaine’s shoulders to grab his hand and, in one fluid motion, pull Blaine from the stool toward the dance floor. “Let’s give them a show.”
Blaine yelped in surprise and stumbled at the sudden movement, but he didn’t pull his hand from Sam’s grip as he was tugged along. Cooper could see him blushing despite the club lighting and he let out a whoop of encouragement. Blaine looked back at him and pulled a face, so Cooper just grinned and waved.
Sam settled them in the middle of the dance floor and put his hands on Blaine’s hips. Blaine, for his part, stiffened as Sam started to dance; Cooper could practically see his brother trembling uncomfortably from across the room. But then Sam said something and Blaine barked out a surprised laugh. His posture loosened immediately and he looped his arms over Sam’s shoulders with an amused grin and they started to dance in sync.
They weren’t exactly on top of each other as they danced, but they were close enough together as they moved that some of the other dancers started eyeing them with interest. Cooper was torn between pride that his brother was finally getting checked out and protectiveness; he had the sudden urge to go on the dance floor himself to divert some attention. After all, Blaine was still a kid and Cooper had to look out for him.
Eventually Sam and Blaine separated, making Cooper’s decision for him, and Sam started in on what must’ve been the “White Chocolate” moves he’d been going on about on the drive into Columbus, gyrating and swiveling his hips. Cooper raised an eyebrow at the blatant sexuality, but Blaine had one hand over his mouth as he shook with laughter and Cooper could see his eyes shining in amusement.
Cooper’s insides twisted sharply at the sight, all concern forgotten. It had been a long time since he’d seen his brother looking so genuinely happy, and if that Sam kid was the reason for that smile, then Cooper was all but ready to welcome him to the family.
Shaking his head, Cooper pushed himself up from the bar and headed onto the dance floor. “Now that’s more like it!” he called. “Let’s really get this party started!”
Author: purplehrdwonder
Rating: PG
Genre/pairing: Gen
Characters: Cooper, Blaine, Sam
Word count: 1,060
Spoilers: Through 4x20
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
Summary: Cooper takes Blaine to a gay bar to lift his spirits, but Blaine is having none of it. Sam tries to rectify that.
Author's Note: I couldn't resist a little follow-up to What Strange Creatures because Anderbros + Blam are a lot of fun. No idea if there will be more.
“You know,” Cooper said, flopping down next to Blaine at the bar after a particularly exhilarating round on the dance floor, “for a moderately attractive gay guy who actually likes to dance, you’re not doing very well for yourself tonight, little brother.”
“Moderately attractive?” Blaine echoed, raising an eyebrow over his beer bottle.
Blaine had been nursing the same drink since they’d arrived at the gay bar over an hour ago and hadn’t so much as gotten up to dance once, even though Cooper knew for a fact that he was the second best dancer in their family.
When Cooper had found out that Blaine already had a fake ID, he’d been impressed (Sam had stared at Blaine like he’d grown a second head when he’d pulled the card out, and Blaine had just shrugged. “What? So I’ve been to Scandals once or twice,” he’d replied dismissively, and Cooper had filed that away to find out about later) and had high hopes for the night. But Blaine’s downer attitude had put a damper on the entire outing.
Of course, Cooper wasn’t going to let that keep him down; he was supposed to be Blaine’s wingman tonight, but he couldn’t help it if all the attractive gay men were flocking to him instead of his little brother. It was a curse, he supposed.
“The girls at school seem to think you’re pretty hot,” Sam offered from Blaine’s other side. They’d been sitting shoulder to shoulder since they’d arrived, nursing drinks and talking (who went to a bar to talk?) while Cooper danced. “Tina especially.” Blaine pressed his lips together but didn’t comment. “And, I mean, if I were into dudes, I’d probably want to do you too,” he added, throwing an arm over Blaine’s shoulders.
Blaine looked at Sam incredulously for a moment before shaking his head. “Thanks. I think.”
“C’mon Blainey, you’re related to me, so you have to be somewhat attractive by default. Of course, I got the better deal of the genes, but still. There are no ugly Andersons,” Cooper added, pulling his brother’s attention back to him.
If Blaine really had low enough self-esteem that he needed his brother and straight best friend to tell him that he was attractive, he might be in a bigger funk than Cooper had anticipated when he was making brotherly bonding plans.
“How much longer do we have to stay?” Blaine asked wearily.
“C’mon little brother, let loose and enjoy yourself!” Cooper said, gesturing toward the dance floor. “I know you want to get up and dance. I saw your foot tapping.” He frowned. “Are you intimidated of being on the dance floor at the same time as me? Because I totally understand that and can sit out a few songs. This is supposed to be for you, after all.”
Blaine rolled his eyes. “I told you I didn’t want to come in the first place, Coop.”
“Nonsense! You’re single and being single at a bar is all about having fun.” He narrowed his eyes quickly, glancing between his brother and Sam. “Safe fun, of course!” he added before tilting his head thoughtfully. “Though I’m surprised no one has asked you to dance yet, being moderately attractive and all. Definitely above average for this place.”
Blaine groaned. “You’re insane. And besides,” he said, nodding back at Sam, “I’m pretty sure everyone thinks White Chocolate here is my boyfriend.”
Sam frowned. “What, me?”
“Sam, you’ve been all over me since we got here,” Blaine said patiently, tapping the arm that was still slung over his shoulders. “You’re sending off serious territorial vibes.”
Sam looked startled at that. “I have?”
“And I really don’t mind because, like I said, I didn’t want to come in the first place, but yes.”
Sam looked over at Cooper, a playful look spreading across his face; Cooper knew that look and found himself nodding at whatever the kid had in mind to do to tease Blaine and maybe get him to have a little fun before the night was a total waste.
“Well then honey,” Sam said, dropping his arm from Blaine’s shoulders to grab his hand and, in one fluid motion, pull Blaine from the stool toward the dance floor. “Let’s give them a show.”
Blaine yelped in surprise and stumbled at the sudden movement, but he didn’t pull his hand from Sam’s grip as he was tugged along. Cooper could see him blushing despite the club lighting and he let out a whoop of encouragement. Blaine looked back at him and pulled a face, so Cooper just grinned and waved.
Sam settled them in the middle of the dance floor and put his hands on Blaine’s hips. Blaine, for his part, stiffened as Sam started to dance; Cooper could practically see his brother trembling uncomfortably from across the room. But then Sam said something and Blaine barked out a surprised laugh. His posture loosened immediately and he looped his arms over Sam’s shoulders with an amused grin and they started to dance in sync.
They weren’t exactly on top of each other as they danced, but they were close enough together as they moved that some of the other dancers started eyeing them with interest. Cooper was torn between pride that his brother was finally getting checked out and protectiveness; he had the sudden urge to go on the dance floor himself to divert some attention. After all, Blaine was still a kid and Cooper had to look out for him.
Eventually Sam and Blaine separated, making Cooper’s decision for him, and Sam started in on what must’ve been the “White Chocolate” moves he’d been going on about on the drive into Columbus, gyrating and swiveling his hips. Cooper raised an eyebrow at the blatant sexuality, but Blaine had one hand over his mouth as he shook with laughter and Cooper could see his eyes shining in amusement.
Cooper’s insides twisted sharply at the sight, all concern forgotten. It had been a long time since he’d seen his brother looking so genuinely happy, and if that Sam kid was the reason for that smile, then Cooper was all but ready to welcome him to the family.
Shaking his head, Cooper pushed himself up from the bar and headed onto the dance floor. “Now that’s more like it!” he called. “Let’s really get this party started!”