David:You're a liar! You lied about everything. You lied about your father being out west, 'cause he's not out west! You didn't even tell me your real name!
Jack:So? What you wanna do about it Dave?
David:I don't understand you.
Jack:Oh, so let me spell it out for you. You see, I ain't got nobody tucking me in at night, like you. It's just me, I gotta look out for myself.
David:You had the Newsies!
Jack:Oh, what'd being a Newsie ever give me but a dime a day and a few black eyes? You know, I can't afford to be a kid no more, Dave. For the first time in my life, I got money in my pockets. Real money. Money, you understand? I got more on the way and as soon as I collect, I'm gone, I'm away.
David:Well, that's good! That's good because we don't need you! We don't need you! All those words you said, those were mine.
Jack:Yeah, but you never had the guts to put them across yourself, did ya?
Summary: Blaine sees his older brother Cooper shaving and wants to try, too.
Cooper smooths the shaving creme on his face, the thin layer of scruff that has gathered on his face in the last week scratching his palms. He’d like the look of having the hair on his face, and since it was spring break, he hadn’t been bothering to shave. However his dad frowned at him last night, saying that, “16 year old boys shouldn’t have that sort of facial hair, Cooper. Just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Wait a few years.” He’d looked back at his book, adding, “Besides, the Anderson men are clean shaven always.”
“But no one can see me, dad,” Cooper had said.
“Even when no one is around to see it,” his dad said with a pointed expression.
Which meant he was shaving this morning before going down to breakfast. Cooper wet the razor, bringing it up to his cheek with a measured swipe. Then he washed the excess creme.
That’s when Cooper heard the small, but loud, footsteps hurrying down the hallway (because Blaine never walked anywhere, it seemed). For the eight year old, everything was fast.
Cooper was about to raise the razor to his face again when the bathroom door squeaked open beside him and a head of curls peeked in. “Coooooop!” he called. He opened the door the rest of the way, walking in with a slight skip. He’s still in his Batman PJ’s. He looked up a Cooper’s face and giggled. “What are you doin’?”