I always knew you'd come back

“Blaine, come on we have to sleep now…” Cooper whispered as he climbed up on the chair so he could see inside the crib. Normally, he would have ran to his mommy and daddies room and gone inside if they hadn’t locked the door before they went to bed, but tonight his mommy had been recovered from the hospital and they had gone out. The babysitter they had hired that night was lost somewhere in the house because Cooper couldn’t find her.

“What’s the matter?”

Cooper pushed the latch that would lower the side of the crib then he reached in and picked Blaine up, holding him close while he slid unsteadily into a seated position on the chair he had stood on. He rocked Blaine back and forth like he had seen their nanny do, but Blaine wouldn’t stop crying. He probably wanted his mommy, all babies wanted their mommies, but Blaine would have to get used to not having his mommy because their mommy was busy.

Blaine could have Cooper though and maybe Cooper could have Blaine too.

“Did you have an accident?” Cooper asked, but it didn’t smell like Blaine had had an accident, and Cooper was glad because he didn’t like cleaning up those. Blaine only smelled like baby – a smell Cooper really liked.

In fact, so far Cooper liked everything about having a little brother. Blaine didn’t do much yet, but that was okay because Cooper really liked holding him. He liked how soft and squishy he was, how he blew bubbles with his mouth, and talked in the baby language. Cooper liked how Blaine would give him slobbery open mouthed kisses and hold his finger in his chubby little fist and try to put it in his mouth.

He liked how Blaine would kick his little feet and end up with only one sock on, and how Blaine would laugh when Cooper blew raspberries on his round little tummy, or smile when Cooper talked to him. He loved being a big brother. He was going to be the best big brother in the whole wide world. Cooper would take care of Blaine and teach him everything he knew.

Blaine was his baby. His mommy may have made him but Blaine was his.

The only thing Cooper didn’t like was when Blaine cried. It hurt his ears and it made his tummy twist in knots like the time he ate too much cake before bed. “Are you hungry?” Blaine kept trying to suck on his finger again and his nanny had explained to Cooper that Blaine had to eat a lot because he was growing so fast. “Come on. I’ll get you some food.”

Cooper could do it. He knew he could. His nanny had showed him how. The most important thing he remembered her saying was to test the bottle when it was done so that it wouldn’t be too hot and burn Blaine’s mouth. It was perfect though, because Cooper had counted the clock while it heated up, and it didn’t burn at all when he dripped it on his skin.

Cooper walked back into the living room, where he had laid Blaine on the floor with a bunch of pillows. He set the bottle on the couch and then picked Blaine up and crawled up there himself. “Here.” Blaine stopped crying and latched onto the bottle instantly. “See I can take care of you all by myself. We don’t need anyone else and when you’re bigger we can play together.”

Cooper grabbed the remote sitting nearby and turned on The Lion King. It was his favorite movie, and probably Blaine’s favorite too even though Blaine spent more time staring up at Cooper with his wide brown eyes than at the TV. Cooper cuddled close to his little brother, trying not to fall back asleep while Blaine ate, but his eyes were getting really heavy. Blaine finished finally and let go of the bottle, grabbing a handful of Cooper’s hair instead and Cooper laughed while he tried to get Blaine’s chubby baby fingers to let go.

Cooper grabbed the rag his nanny used sometimes and laid Blaine over his lap to burp him like she had showed him. “Wow that was a loud one!” he giggled when Blaine finally did and then picked him up again. Cooper sat Blaine up beside him on the couch and then cuddled in again. He liked cuddling with Blaine. Blaine was really warm and soft and Cooper liked the funny noises he made.

Cooper felt his eyelids starting to close again, but Blaine was still cooing softly beside him at the TV screen. “Shhh, we have to go to sleep now Blaine… but I guess you can finish the movie. I’m just going to rest my eyes okay?”

When Cooper woke up a little while later he found himself laying down curled around Blaine protectively so that he wouldn’t fall off the couch. Blaine was sleeping now too, sucking on his fist, and drooling a little bit. Cooper kissed his chubby little cheek softly and whispered “love you” before drifting back to sleep.

“Blaine!” Kurt was on his knees beside Blaine in seconds. His heart lodged in his throat as he watched his boyfriend curl up in a fetal position and writhe on the ground in pain. “Blaine what’s wrong – what’s the matter?” Kurt tried to pry Blaine’s hands from his face, his eyes, but Blaine wouldn’t move them. “Let me see – come on Blaine let me see!”

“But it was just a slushy.” Kurt heard Puck saying in confusion. He couldn’t bother to waste any energy glaring at the other boy though – not when Blaine was crying out like this and Kurt felt like his own heart was being ripped to pieces with each painful sound.

“Dude that’s not a normal slushy – that’s not ice.” He heard Finn saying, but it didn’t really sink in since he was far too focused on Blaine.

“Blaine come on please…”

Blaine didn’t respond except to roll toward Kurt and practically curl himself around Kurt’s torso as he sobbed painfully. Kurt leaned over Blaine, rubbing a hand up and down his back, and managing to at least get one hand away from Blaine’s face by lacing their fingers together. Blaine’s fingers gripped his so tightly Kurt knew that it would be hurting if he’d had the capacity to focus on his own pain at that moment, but he didn’t have room for that, all Kurt had room for was Blaine’s.

It seemed like it was Blaine’s right eye that was hurting him, since that’s the one he kept covered. His left eye was clenched shut tightly against the pain with a steady stream of tears leaking out that broke Kurt’s heart as he used the fingers of his free hand to wipe as much of the slushy, or what looked like slushy but felt like wet rocks, as he could away.

“It’s okay Blaine I’m right here. I’m right here… Finn!” Kurt cried brokenly, feeling himself wanting to curl up and sob as well. He’d never seen Blaine like this before and it scared the living hell out of him. Blaine was happy, and excited, even angry, and yeah sometimes sad, but never like this – never hurt.

“He went to get your car Kurt. He’ll be here any second.” Mercedes answered as Mike and Puck crouched down beside he and Blaine with concerned expressions.

Blaine clung to Kurt while his other hand pressed against his eye. “Don’t rub – don’t rub it Blaine.” Kurt shifted, resting Blaine’s head in his lap and curling his upper body around Blaine’s head protectively, running his fingers through his now messy curls and kissing his temple and down to his ear. “Shh, shh, shh it’ll be okay I promise. You’ll be okay. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. I love you.”

Kurt really didn’t know what he was whispering, or why, but it seemed to help as Blaine’s sobs died down until he was only panting harshly. It seemed like forever before Finn got back with the Navigator and then he was there and with the help of Puck was lifting Blaine off of the hard, cold concrete and loading him into the back along with Kurt, who he wouldn’t let go of.

Blaine turned himself around until he could bury himself back in Kurt’s arms. Kurt rubbed his hands up and down Blaine’s back and shoulder, running his fingers through his hair, and kissing him over and over again. He didn’t know what else to do, but he wished more than anything that he could take Blaine’s pain away – pain that should have been his in the first place.

Blaine had pushed Kurt out of the way, taken that slushy for him, a concoction that had intentionally been meant to hurt him, and as Kurt thought about it tears began leaking down his own cheeks. God he hated Sebastian. He’d never hated anyone really, even his own bullies, but Kurt wanted to hurt Sebastian. Physically hurt him and make him scream like Blaine had, make him suffer the way Blaine was, and the feeling made Kurt sick.

Kurt pressed his lips against the top of Blaine’s head, clenched his eyes closed against the onslaught of anger and tears, and held Blaine tighter, rocking him and wishing more than anything that Blaine had just let it hit him instead.

(Source: this-one-here, via klainerific)

Glee au: In which Kurt and Sebastian are brothers. Continuation of this.

“Why are you really here?” Kurt finally bit out once Blaine was a good distance away.

Sebastian smirked. “Well surprisingly they make really good coffee and the view’s not so bad either. I mean it’s not the New York skyline, but it’s doable,” he answered leaning back in his seat and craning his head to obviously look at Blaine who was still standing in line facing away from them.

Kurt slammed his hand on the table, drawing a few curious gazes, but thankfully Blaine remained oblivious while he ordered his coffee. “Don’t play dumb Sebastian! You know what I mean. Why did you come back to Ohio? Wasn’t your last visit satisfying enough? Did you honestly feel the need to come back here and rub the fact that she took you and not me, that you got out of this hell hole, that your life is so much more glamorous and better than mine. Is that why you came back? Because if it is then I don’t fucking care. I don’t care anymore okay!”

Sebastian merely smiled, that smile that got under Kurt’s skin and made him want to physically hurt him. “Well as much fun as it is rubbing in the fact that my life is everything you’ve always wanted… and lets not play dumb here Kurt because we both know that it is. I’m surprisingly here for other reasons that don’t involve you.”

Kurt merely raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“I want to see dad.”

“No.” Kurt felt his entire body tense tighter than a bow sting as he sat up ramrod straight in his chair.

“No?” Sebastian laughed. “Uhh last I checked I could see my own father any time I wanted. In fact, I was just thinking of heading over there for a nice family dinner.”

Kurt shook his head. “No, I won’t allow it. Mess with me all you want but don’t you dare go near him. He’s happy now – really happy and finally healthy and I won’t let you screw that up by showing up after all this time when we both know all you’re going to do is leave again.”

“Are you going to stop me Kurt? That’s a laugh.” Sebastian mocked, leaning over the table to look at him. “You may be older by a few hours, but we both know who ended up with all of the y chromosomes in this equation. I might as well tell people I have a sister for all the testosterone your body creates.”

Kurt swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. “No I’m not going to stop you, but what you’re forgetting little brother is that you’re not the only one I have anymore, and he’s about six foot four, a football jock, and he actually calls Burt dad.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Burt is going to want to see me Kurt. I’m his son too.”

Blaine was walking back over now and Kurt stood, grabbing his bag off of the floor and slinging it onto his shoulder. “No you’re not. You stopped being his son the day you chose to walk out on him like she did. You remember what you called us three years ago… ‘boring’ right? You and I both know what this is really about. This is about you being a spoiled brat who can’t stand the fact that I have something you don’t. Well there are two things I’ll fight you for Sebastian, brother or not, and those two things are dad and Blaine. You can’t have them.”

“I always get what I want.” Sebastian replied, completely sure of that fact as he sat back in his seat and sipped his coffee casually.

Blaine walked over to them at that moment and put his arm around Kurt’s waist, tight, warm, and secure.

Kurt leaned into the support and comfort he was silently offering. “Maybe… but not this time.”

They walked out together, with Blaine holding onto Kurt tightly, obviously curious about what had been said between the brothers while he was away, but not pushing Kurt to talk. That was good. Maybe Kurt would talk about it later, but right now he just wanted to go somewhere where Blaine could hold him and possibly help him patch back together any old wounds Sebastian might have reopened.

(via chordverstreet-deactivated20120)

Glee au: In which Kurt and Sebastian are brothers.

“How’s mom?” Kurt asked taking the seat beside Blaine. He didn’t look all that thrilled to see his brother, and Blaine was burning to ask why he’d never mentioned that he had a brother to begin with, but he decided to wait and get a feel of the situation first.

“Didn’t you get the wedding invitation?” Sebastian asked taking sip of his coffee.

“Must have gotten lost in the mail. What is this for her… husband number seven?” Kurt’s voice was laced thick with sarcasm.

Slowly a picture was starting to unfold for Blaine as he realized with horror that Kurt’s mom hadn’t died when he was eight. She’d left – she’d left Burt and Kurt behind. For what? Money? Fame? Kurt had always told him that his mom had wanted to be a Broadway star, had wanted to get out of Ohio and travel the world. The only reason she’d stayed was because she had gotten pregnant with Kurt right out of high school. Kurt had never told Blaine that his mom regretted staying though – that she’d regretted Kurt.

Sebastian simply continued to smile. “Tony’s good looking, young, and rich of course.”

Kurt nodded and took a sip of his own coffee as if he was used to hearing his mother’s husbands described like this. “Hmm… what did this one buy you? Another Rolex? A new Porsche?”

Sebastian didn’t react to the jab if that’s what it was. “I just got back from his vacation home in Paris, spent about four months there while he and mom were traveling. I got bored though so I thought I’d come down and see what Ohio is all about – spend some quality time with my big brother. I haven’t seen you in what a year?”

“Three actually…” Kurt corrected with a thin smile. “And how has your stay been so far? As exciting as you’d expected?”

“Not so much… but it’s getting more interesting,” Sebastian looked at Blaine then and Blaine felt his skin crawl. Kurt’s hand wrapped around his upper arm possessively and Blaine relaxed into the touch. “I heard your Glee club went to Nationals in New York last year. You should have called. I would have put you up in our pent house. Did you get the chance to see mom’s show?”

“It was sold out,” Kurt answered tightly.

“Too bad… I could have gotten you guys tickets and backstage passes.” Kurt’s fingers were digging into Blaine’s arm painfully and Blaine realized that he needed to get Kurt out of there before something regrettable happened.

“Well we really should get going… I have to get home and changed for our date tonight and I’m sure you’ll want to freshen up too?” Blaine asked looking at Kurt. They didn’t really have a date planned, but Kurt caught on quickly to what Blaine was trying to do and smiled, some of the tension easing out of his body and his grip on Blaine’s arm relaxing.

“Oh well, it was good seeing you big brother. We should totally get together some time and catch up… and you too Blaine.” Again Sebastian’s eyes raked over him, undressing him, and again Blaine felt himself cringe. “I look forward to getting to know you.”

(via naomiraven)

The Skanks find out about Blaine and Kurt’s little rendezvous and they are not pleased.

Blaine heard the gasp from somewhere behind him and froze.

A slow smirk spread across Quinn’s face and he realized what she had just done. Kurt was standing behind him. Kurt had heard everything. Quinn had planned this somehow – had followed Kurt here to meet Blaine. At least Puck looked hesitant about the whole situation as his eyes stared at Kurt beyond Blaine’s shoulder, and that only made Blaine’s dread at seeing the look on Kurt’s face himself worsen.

“Well since that’s settled I guess I’ll be leaving you two alone… have fun with your new fuck toy Blaine,” Quinn stated and with a self-satisfied glance at Kurt she turned and closed the locker room door.

The silence that followed was the heaviest Blaine had ever felt. It weighed down on him like an eight ton bolder nearly bringing him to his knees and making it difficult to breathe. He wracked his brain trying to think of something, anything to say, but everything was just… blank.

Everything felt blank.

“I um… I didn’t see you at lunch this afternoon so I just… I thought you might be hungry.” Blaine closed his eyes tightly at the sound of Kurt’s voice. Kurt’s beautiful, melodic, voice that currently sounded so soft and fragile and wounded. He heard rustling behind him, the crinkling of some kind of wrapper as it was set on the bench along with the thump of what must have been a water bottle.

Blaine felt like he wanted to throw up.

He treated Kurt like shit and here Kurt was… still looking out for him, still trying to take care of him, because Blaine was so hell bent on being self-destructive that he couldn’t even feed himself. Maybe it was better this way. Kurt was too good and Blaine was too screwed up. It was always going to come down to this. One way or another Blaine was always going to end up screwing Kurt up too.

“Kurt look it’s nothing personal -”

“It’s okay I – I knew.” Kurt cut in before Blaine could finish his lifeless speech. “I knew. I knew who you were. I just chose not to believe it… that was my fault and… I’m sorry I expected more from you. I’m so cliché right?” Kurt’s laugh was bitter, not at all the soothing musical sound that had filled Blaine’s heart with warmth and made him feel like he was finally doing something right. “I’m that clingy kid who’s virginity you took and now won’t leave you alone – the one who thought it meant something more to you than what it actually was - just another fuck.”

Blaine clenched his jaw and eyes shut tightly against the onslaught of anger and pain that laced through him. It had meant so much more though and he just – he needed to open his mouth and tell Kurt that. It had meant everything. “Kurt -”

“No, you don’t have to say anything more.” Kurt cut him off again and there was a noticeable tremble in his voice, but Blaine still couldn’t bring himself to turn around and face what he had done – so much for courage. “I was stupid and naive to think – I mean you would think by now I would have learned not to fall for the wrong guy… but that’s my problem not yours.”

There was a long pause before Kurt spoke again and his words nearly broke Blaine. “For what it’s worth though. You were… you were more gentle and kind than I thought you could be, and I appreciate you at least acting like you cared with the cuddling, and talking, and taking me out to dinner after. I’m guessing that’s not your usual M.O. but I – I appreciate you giving me that much I guess so… thank you. I’ll – I’ll see you around Blaine.”

Blaine heard Kurt walking away and everything within his body screamed at him to turn around and stop him. To drop down on his knees and apologize. To tell Kurt it was all a lie and that he’d never felt more… human than when he was with him. To lay himself bare before Kurt and let Kurt judge exactly how worthy he was. To fold himself in Kurt’s arms and beg him to never let go.

But Blaine didn’t do any of that… because he was a coward.

He just let Kurt walk away. It was better this way anyway. Kurt deserved someone so much better than him. Kurt was the single greatest thing that had ever happened to Blaine and Blaine didn’t deserve anything good. He only ever ruined anything good in his life. When the door closed Blaine felt his heart shuttering close as well. He turned and looked at the food Kurt had brought him and noticed two water bottles, two bags of chips, two cups of fresh fruit, and two sandwiches.

Blaine left them there and went back to his punching bag. He didn’t have much of an appetite anymore either.

(Source: goldenwarbler)

In which Blaine and Rachel are siblings [x]
Blaine gets protective

“I uhh… I don’t know what you mean,” Blaine replied going back to his punching bag although he wasn’t as into it as he had been when he‘d been the one doing the interrogating.

“Look dude I may be oblivious most of the time but I’m not blind. I mean even I can see the weird way you two act around each other. Either you’re all over one another or you’re completely avoiding each other … something’s going on.”

“There’s nothing going on between me and Kurt. He’s Rachel’s best friend. I grew up doing everything I could to annoy the hell out of those two. It would be awkward.” Blaine answered concentrating on hitting the bag swinging in front of him so that he wouldn’t have to look at Finn, because yeah Finn wasn’t blind and Blaine knew he wore his heart on his sleeve.

“You didn’t think it was so awkward when you kissed him at the party the other night.”

Blaine froze and turned to look at Finn like he‘d just been caught doing something really bad. “He - he uhh… told you about that?”

“So you do remember it happened then?” Finn asked frowning heavily.

“Yeah… I - I remember that.” Blaine replied taking a step back because even though he could defend himself pretty good Finn was still a big guy and he was Kurt’s brother.

“Well for some reason Kurt doesn’t think that you do.” Finn stated brow creasing in what was either confusion or anger… Blaine was hoping for the former. “Why are you pretending you don’t?”

Blaine turned and took off his boxing gloves to have something to do. He’d been feeling guilty about that since the morning after the party, but he hadn‘t summed up the courage to bring it up with Kurt. “I - I just… I didn’t want things to get weird between us. I know I normally flirt and stuff, but I kind of do that with everybody so I don’t think Kurt thinks anything of it. At the party though I did some things and I think I said some things that were maybe a little embarrassing and beyond innocent flirting - wait how do you know anyway? Why would Kurt tell you any of this? If anything I figured it would be Rachel in here ringing my neck.”

“I’m his brother. Kurt tells me things sometimes and he couldn‘t exactly go to Rachel about this. He made me swear not to tell her either. He didn’t want to cause you any grief over it. It was his first kiss though so I guess he just wanted to tell somebody about it and I was there… even though it was a little weird for me.”

Blaine spun around and looked at Finn in shock. “Wait. His first kiss? That was his first kiss?”

“Yeah dude which is why you gotta tell him you remember,” Finn stated, and the way he said it made it seem like there was no room for argument. “He said - said it was a good first kiss and he was happy it happened with you - I’m not going to go into the details. I managed to block most of them out anyway but I really think he likes you Blaine. Kurt was really disappointed when you didn‘t remember the next day. He‘s been watching Titanic on repeat this whole week and I‘m pretty sure it was him who ate all of my ice-cream. So I don’t know what you’re feeling toward him, but you can’t just play with Kurt like that. He’s - he’s kind of innocent to all of this and as his brother I’m not gonna just stand by and watch him get hurt.”

Blaine sat down on the bench behind him and ran his hand through his curls in frustration. “I do like Kurt - I like Kurt a lot, but it’s so complicated. I mean there’s Rachel to consider and the fact that I’m a junior and Kurt’s going to be graduating this year. He and Rachel are going to New York. If Rachel thinks I’m a threat to that plan at all, baby brother or not, she’ll destroy me. Plus what am I going to do when he leaves…”

Finn clapped Blaine on the shoulder. “I don’t know what you should do, but just figure it out okay. I don’t like when Kurt’s upset and neither does Burt for that matter, so whatever you’re gonna do, do it, but don’t play with Kurt. You’re a cool guy Blaine and I’d hate to have to beat you up. I don‘t think that would be good for mine and Rachel‘s relationship.”

(Source: kurtblaine, via evarrenarchive)

In which Blaine and Rachel are siblings [x]
+ bonus Finn & Kurt brotherhood

“Come dance with me?”

Kurt shivered as those lips brushed his ear whispering the request dark and husky. A warm solid body pressed in close behind him already swaying to the beat as an arm wrapped around his waist. He plucked the red solo cup from Blaine’s other hand, which in retrospect wasn’t a very good idea because then that hand was also free to slide around Kurt‘s waist. Kurt set the cup on the bar in front of him and turned in Blaine’s arms, placing a restraining hand on the other boys very solid, very firm chest and pushing him back a few inches trying to ignore the beat of Blaine‘s heart beneath his fingers.

“I think you’ve had a little too much to drink,” he stated crinkling his nose at the smell of alcohol thick on Blaine‘s breath, but then again mixed with the cologne Blaine was wearing it was rather intoxicating all by itself.

“And you haven’t had enough. Come on Kurt loosen up it’s a party and you’re the only one who hasn’t danced with me! Are you avoiding me? I‘ve been trying to get your attention all night but you haven‘t even looked at me! I even wore my tightest jeans and my best shirt! Please dance with me… Please!”

“Oh my god just stop begging.” Kurt replied blushing furiously as he let Blaine tug him further into the center of the room. Eventually, Blaine stopped backing up but continued tugging on Kurt’s hips and suddenly Kurt found himself flush with the object responsible for many sleepless nights. “This is so not good… so not appropriate. Your sister is going to kill me. I should not be doing this. We should not be doing this.” Kurt whispered over and over, but even so his arms were sliding around Blaine’s neck and Blaine was holding him tight.

It was so new to Kurt. He’d never danced with another boy - with anyone like this, and it was amazing. Blaine was so warm and solid and his arms were so tight and strong around Kurt’s waist. He smelled heady and intoxicating and the way he felt against Kurt was even better. It was completely different from dancing with one of the girls. There was no denying that Blaine was all male. Kurt didn’t have to close his eyes and pretend for a second. Blaine was all hard lines, broad shoulders, and sharp angles - there was absolutely nothing soft about him except the look in his eyes.

Kurt glanced around for Rachel but she was off in her own little world, swaying and clinging to the microphone. “Just relax… I got you…” Blaine whispered, lips brushing lightly against the underside of his jaw and Kurt shivered.

Kurt closed his eyes and felt himself relaxing into Blaine. This moment was so… significant to him, a milestone in his non-existent romantic life, and Kurt really couldn’t bring himself to care that he’d promised Rachel he wouldn‘t have a crush on her little brother anymore.

“It was after I came back from summer camp this past year.”

“What?” Kurt asked in confusion at the seemingly random statement pulling back to look at Blaine.
 
“I’ve been wanting to tell you all of this for a while but you make me nervous. I mean, I always thought of you as just one of my sisters friends who I could pester and annoy like I do her and I know you look at me and I’m just her annoying little brother right? I‘m that kid who threw worms at you when we were seven and that kid who‘s head you shaved.” Blaine laughed a little tipsy and Kurt wondered if he should say something to get Blaine to stop, but then a bigger part of him wanted to hear what Blaine was suddenly brave enough to tell him.

“But then this summer I came home from summer camp and you were here with Rachel practicing some new song in the living room and I remember walking through the door and thinking wow… you know. You‘re beautiful Kurt. I just wanted to tell you that. I was too scared before because I‘m still just my sister‘s annoying little brother, but I know I‘d regret it if some other guy beat me to it… so yeah that‘s what I wanted to say.”

Kurt was speechless and he felt like his heart was in his throat. Finally, when he was able to move all he could do was wrap his arms back around Blaine‘s neck tighter and bury his face in Blaine‘s shoulder. “Your sister is going to kill me.”

Blaine chuckled deeply, squeezing Kurt for a second. “It’ll be our little secret then. She won’t even remember in the morning anyway.”

Kurt took in a shaky breath and pressed his lips against Blaine‘s neck. “Will you?“ he breathed against Blaine’s skin, but Blaine must not have heard him because they simply continued dancing.

(Source: kurtblaine)