Media: Fic

Title: Opposite Sides of the Same Coin 1/?

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: Everything up to 2x16 "Original Songs".

Warnings: None, I don't think. Or, at least, nothing that Glee doesn't already have.

Word Count: 1,239

Summary: My own take of the Kurt/Cameron and Blaine/Everett twin idea from Tumblr.

Spying on the Warblers was the best decision Kurt ever made.

Cameron refused to come along, but then he met Blaine Anderson, and whatever unease he felt without his twin just melted away. And, if he was completely honest with himself, Kurt might have fallen in love with him.

"You look ridiculous," Cameron told Kurt flatly as soon as he stepped into their bedroom. He sat upright on his individual bed, textbook and homework forgotten. He was dressed in a loose shirt and an unflattering pair of jeans. Kurt liked to pretend he was dressed that way to be comfortable, but -sadly- his twin didn't share his fashion sense. "Is it because the spying went well or something else entirely?"

Kurt touched his fingers to his lips, realizing that he was grinning like an idiot. "I met someone," he admitted. Cameron's expression hardened and he quickly launched into the story of meeting Blaine on the staircase, the handholding, and getting serenaded with Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. "And he's gay too, Cameron. He's been through some of the things we have."

The look in Cameron's eyes softened slightly. "...Just be careful, Kurt," he said at last. I don't want to see you hurt, remained unspoken between them, but Kurt heard it loud and clear.

"I know," he replied quietly.

At that very moment, Kurt's cell phone started ringing and they both jumped. He checked to see who it was and found himself grinning once more. Cameron rolled his eyes at him and turned back to his homework, pretending to busy himself, but Kurt knew he would be eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Hey, Kurt," was the immediate reply after he answered. Blaine's voice immediately filled his chest with warmth. "Did you get home all right?"

"Yeah," he said, a little breathless. "Yeah. I just got in."

"That's great. Listen, I was wondering if you're free tomorrow after school?"

Kurt blinked. "Sure," he said. "Is... Is everything okay?"

"Of course!" Blaine must have heard the concern in his voice and was quick to reassure him. "I just wanted to introduce you to someone."

Swallowing hard, dread weighing him down on who that someone might be, he tried to sound cheerful. "That sounds good. Where should we meet?" Blaine suggested the coffee shop they both knew of and he nodded, despite knowing he couldn't see him do so. "Okay. I'll be there."

"Great!" Blaine said. "I'll see you tomorrow. Take care, Kurt."

"You too," Kurt replied before they hung up. He pocketed his phone and looked over at his twin to find him watching him. He forced a smile. "Blaine wants to introduce me to someone. Maybe it's his boyfriend." He hated how bitter he sounded.

Cameron frowned. "Then I'm going with you."

Kurt's eyes widened. Cameron had a tendency to get rather overprotective of him. "No, no! It's fine. You really don't have to!"

His twin gave him a dirty look. "If he's introducing his boyfriend, you might as well introduce your own brother," he said. "Besides, he should have known better than to play with your feelings. I'm going to have words with him."

All Kurt could do was sigh.

"This is my brother, Blair Everett," Blaine said, gesturing to a young man wearing the same face. Kurt and Cameron stared at them, stunned. "But everyone calls him Everett."

"It's less confusing that way," he told them with a smile.

Kurt recovered first. "It's nice to meet you," he said, shaking his offered hand. He nodded to his brother. "And this is Cameron."

"A pleasure." Everett turned and held out his hand for Cameron to take, but the latter just scowled at it. Kurt nervously nudged his shoulder as Everett laughed. "There's no need to be hostile. I promise I don't bite."

Cameron glared until Everett finally withdrew his hand. "Are you always this irritating?" he demanded.

Feigning an innocent look, Everett shrugged. "What can I say? I guess you bring out the best in me, beautiful."

Cameron flushed, embarrassed and angry. He hated being made fun of. He opened his mouth to make a biting remark, but Kurt put a placating hand on his arm.

Blaine shot his own brother a disapproving frown before turning back to Cameron with an apologetic expression. "How about we order our drinks now?"

"Medium drip for me," Everett called as he found a table and plopped down in one of the chairs. He smiled when he noticed Cameron watching and winked at him. It made him clench his fists in response.

Rolling his eyes at his brother's antics, Blaine turned to Kurt with a smile. "What do you feel like getting?" he asked.

Kurt glanced at the menu board, unsure. "Well, I've never really drank coffee before so..." Cameron snorted, remembering the many times he's tried to drag him to a coffee shop with him.

"How about a mocha?" Blaine suggested. "I think you'd like it. And I'll be sure to make it nonfat for you."

Beaming, Kurt looked like Blaine had just given him the world. "That sounds great," his brother said.

Blaine nodded and smiled politely at Cameron. "If you've decided what you'd like to order, would you like to help me get drinks?"

"A very good idea," Kurt said before he could protest. I'll wait with Everett." He walked away and Cameron watched him go, feeling betrayed.

"He'll be fine," Blaine reassured him. "Everett talks like that, but he's harmless. He just likes to get a rise out of people."

"I noticed," Cameron grumbled. Everett said something to Kurt that made him laugh.

Blaine approached the cashier counter, glancing over at Cameron. "So how many minutes?"

He turned back to Blaine, surprised. "What?"

"How many minutes are you older than Kurt?"

Cameron gaped as Blaine ordered two medium drips and a grande nonfat mocha. "Anything else?" the woman at the register asked. She and Blaine smiled at him and Cameron startled, realizing they were waiting for him to answer.

"A tall latte," he said at last. He was still rather stunned, so he wasn't able to protest when Blaine paid for the drinks. It was only when they headed over to the pick up counter that he finally recovered enough to hiss, "How can you even tell?"

"I'm going to say three minutes and thirty-nine seconds," Blaine mused aloud.

"Three minutes and forty-six seconds," Cameron corrected him automatically. "And you still haven't answered my question."

Blaine glanced over to where Everett and Kurt were sitting, the latter discussing something that involved a huge smile and much hand gesturing. Something in his expression softened and -when he met Cameron's gaze- his hazel eyes were sincere. "lt's just obvious."

"Are you older than Everett?" he asked, because it wasn't obvious to him.

The barista placed the four cups on the counter and they each grabbed two to carry back to the table. "By two minutes and seventeen seconds," Blaine replied.

Suddenly, Cameron's cell phone started vibrating in his pocket and he nearly dropped the drinks he held in surprise. He quickly fumbled to place them on the table as he pulled out his phone. There was a text message from an unfamiliar number that said, "Will you buy me a danish if I smile at you prettily?" and a smiley face.

His head shot up, his glare immediately aimed at Everett, who looked too amused for his own good.

"Sorry," Kurt said, smiling sheepishly. "He asked for your number."