Title: Long Time No See
Author: JJ Murilega
Rating: Well, this chapter is T but others will be NC17(AKA: M)
Summary: Alden Anderson is back from touring Europe and he is about to rock McKinley's world…as well as his twin brother's love life! Along the way he'll make new friends, make new enemies, have his heart broken and break another's, and maybe even sing a tune or two. Just no more Katy Perry. His brother is obsessed enough as it is.
Parings: Blaine/Kurt, MaleOC/MaleOC, Finn/Rachel, others are undecided... what? high schoolers are very fickle with who they date! :P ;)
Warnings: multiple doses of slash (AKA male on male sex people!), fem!slash, (possible) cross-dressing, (definite) lesbians and gays, violence, some angst in later chapters, one kick ass gay boy
AN: This fiction is from the POV of the twin brother of one of the characters. (guess which!) That might temporarily change during some future chapters (*cough* Klaine sex scenes in particular *cough*)This fanfiction starts sometime after The Substitute but before Furt.

I stepped off the plane ramp and into the airport, my black Sonia Rykiel studded canvas messenger bag slung over one shoulder. My eyes darted around, searching for a familiar face.

Finally, I spotted him, standing with his back straight, face impassive, hands folded behind his back. His graying hair gelled back, he was in his usual getup; black suit pants, black tail coat, grey vest, white button up, silver pocket watch chain looping from a loop on his pants to his coat pocket. I had no doubt that his hands were also covered by soft white gloves. From the way his eyes were combing through the crowd, I gathered he was looking for me as well.

I grinned. I've changed so much over the past thirteen months. I doubt even HE'LL recognize me, I thought.

My mother and father had been at the peak of their careers when my twin brother and I were born so they spent most of our childhood too busy to really do much with us. As a result, Sebastian, our family's butler, had practically raised my brother, sister, and I. The four of us grew very close. By the time my twin and I were teens, our parents tried to find their ways into our lives and our hearts but it was hard. The four of us had become thick as thieves, as the saying goes, and thieves don't usually take kindly to new people.

As I approached, I saw his brow furrow slightly in a frown. I stopped in front of him, letting him look at me in confusion for a moment more before saying, "Come on, Sebastian. There's no way I've changed so much that even you don't recognize me."

His eyes widened comically, recognition and shock showing in his ice blue eyes. I didn't blame him for being surprised.

When I had left home, a little over a year ago, I was a short, pale, shy boy with glasses, and frizzy short brown hair, who had a keen fashion sense, but always wore baggy clothes in an attempt to keep people away.

Now, I stood in front of him a completely different young man. My dark hair was cut short, with lots of untidy layers, the longest layer reaching to a bit over two inches above my shoulders. The hair cut was courtesy of my good friend – Cyn. "Messy in a sexy way" was how she had described the style to me. The glasses were replaced by contacts, revealing my startling amber eyes. Skin tight crimson skinny jeans clung to my hips and legs. My blue tee had a picture of a white skull with wings and a guitar coming out of its mouth on front, along with the words Rock & Roll London '72 and a British flag. Coupled with my black trench coat, the ensemble managed to make me look good in all the right places. I was still short, of course, but my black and white creepers gave me a good boost. Unfortunately, no matter how much I went outside, my skin was still perpetually pale, only adding to my pixyish appearance.

A grin split my face once more at his expression. Slowly, his shocked look turned to one of happiness, a smile gracing his face. I dropped my bag, stepping forward to wrap my arms around his waist. I couldn't help but notice that the top of my head still only came up to his neck. He gently returned the hug.

"I missed you," I told him, my voice thick with emotion. I had missed him. I had missed them all.

A chuckle vibrated through his chest. "I missed you as well, Master Alden."

I sighed, pulling away. "I hate it when you call me that. Makes me feel so stiff and formal." I scrunched up my face in distaste.

My old friend chuckled again. "That may be so but your parents insist on it."

I rolled my eyes. Picking up my bag, I started walking towards baggage claim, Sebastian falling into step at my side. The older man knew better than to offer to take my bag for me. My twin and I were the only ones I allowed to handle it. "How are my dear old parents anyhow? I trust you kept my coming home a secret?"

"As per your orders, I told them I was going grocery shopping. They are doing well. Madam Daphne's home decorating business is, how you say, 'blooming'?"

I laughed at his attempt at slang. "The phrase is 'the business is booming', Sebastian. Nice try, though."

He smiled. "'Booming', then. Master Jacob's catering business is also doing rather well. Just last week they catered to a Senator's party in Washington."

I nodded. "Sounds like they're doing well. What about Kassie?"

Kassie, or Kassandra, is my little sister. She came into my life when I was four. My brother and I were excited to have a younger sibling to play and spend time with. As they did when my brother and I were born, our parents were fascinated with Kassie for about a week before they decided she was a hindrance to their work and handed her off to Sebastian. She is only thirteen years old now. She looks younger, but has the soul of a thirty year old. When she was nine, she witnessed something horrible. She has not spoken a word since. The doctors say that nothing is physically wrong with her, but that it's something psychological that is blocking her speech. As if that's supposed to make us feel any better.

Sebastian's eyes saddened slightly. "The same. She has yet to speak a single word. She does try more, though. I see her open her mouth to say something, but then she always writes it down or signs it."

I nodded, not really expecting much else but still a bit disappointed. Of everything I had missed while I was away, I had missed my siblings more than anything. I hesitated, almost afraid to ask the next question. "And my twin? How is he doing?"

Suddenly, Sebastian smiled wide, his eyes shining with joy and mischief. "I think you should see for yourself, Master Alden."

I narrowed my eyes. "And how the hell am I supposed to do that? He's at Dalton still, isn't he?"

"I believe he and a few friends are…performing tonight at a little place called the Music Medley Café."

I stopped dead, eyes widening. Sebastian stopped and turned, eyes shining with amusement. "You mean he's…he's actually singing…in front of an audience?" At Sebastian's nod, I smiled wide. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's changed." We began walking again. "So, if he's singing, I guess that means Dalton's been better to him than Chelsea High was, huh?"

Sebastian's eyes darkened at the reminder of our old school. He shook his head, as though trying to dispel bad thoughts. "Yes, much better."

We reached the baggage claim just as my flight's bags were coming out. As I searched for my suitcases, I asked, "Has he gotten a boyfriend yet, then?"

Sebastian shook his head once. "Not to my knowledge, no."

I narrowed my eyes. He was holding something back. "But…?"

His lips twitched. "He comes home to visit every weekend. Last weekend, he fell asleep on the couch, watching a rerun of Harry Potter." I grinned at that. Both my brother and I had always had a huge obsession with Harry Potter. "I went over to put a blanket over him, and I heard him utter what I believe to be a boy's name."

He didn't say anything else for a moment. "Damn it Sebastian, don't just leave me hanging!"

He smiled. "'Kurt'."

"Kurt?"

The old man nodded.

"Kurt," I tested out the name. Smiling, I said, "I like it. Sounds sassy, yet manly. Wait a minute," I furrowed my brow, "'curt' Is also a word. What makes you so sure it's a name?"

My eyebrows rose as Sebastian's cheeks tinted with pink.

"Well, I've heard him say the name several times to his friends when they're over, and when he's talking on the phone, and-" He stopped abruptly, the pink on his face spreading and darkening to red.

I thought for a moment, confused. Why doesn't he just come out and say it? Then it dawned on me. I giggled, I couldn't help it. Soon I was full out laughing.

"Oh…my…Prada, that is…priceless! You actually...walked in on him…!" I said between laughs.

The butler coughed and shifted. "Yes, w-well, he was being rather loud and I was worried he may have been being attacked by a burglar or something so I went to check on him…and…well…"

I finally calmed to where I was just giggling again. "I'm sorry, Sebastian, I know it must have been…scarring to say the least," I giggled, "but from a third person point of view, it sounds hilarious! I mean, think about it, what if I had been telling you this story?"

The corners of his mouth turned up and he let out a small laugh.

We grabbed my purple luggage, which my brother had bought me on our most recent birthday, and started walking to the car, Sebastian carrying my two suitcases.

"Master Alden, what exactly do you have in here? Boulders?"

"I bought lots of souvenirs!" I defended. "But with that attitude, I might just give yours to Phee." Phee, or Phoebe, is my cat, a cute little Kurilian Bobtail. Sebastian, my twin, and I had found her when my twin and I were five. I had to leave her behind on my trip because Tracy is allergic to cats.

There are only a handful of people other than my siblings and Sebastian that I have ever really been mutual friends with (though, not for lack of trying). Aunt Tracy is one of those few. She isn't really my aunt – she's the younger sister of a friend of my mother's. Tracy is the reason I've been gone for thirteen months. She is a very outgoing, adventurous person, with lots of money. So naturally, she decided that before she got too old (she's only twenty four), she'd like to tour Europe. She offered to take the whole family, Sebastian included, but mother and father had their businesses, and Sebastian had to take care of the house. My younger sister wanted to go but was a little too shy for going to so many new places and meeting so many new people. My twin wanted to get settled in at Dalton Academy for boys, so he opted out as well. I, however, jumped at the chance to go. I loved to travel and wasn't really all that thrilled about transferring from Chelsea High to McKinley High.

"I'm basically just moving from one end of Ohio to the other!" I remembered saying to my brother as he helped me pack for the trip. "I guarantee you that McKinley will be the same basic thing as Chelsea; crappy education, a mixture of over eager and uncaring faculty, and fucked up students who are stupid, racist, homophobic, and sometimes sexist. Trust me, I'm not going to miss out on much."

The trip was originally only supposed to last for a few months but Tracy, being Tracy, decided to take her time. Not that I minded, I had loads of fun! Both Aunt Tracy and I are single and like guys so we had fun scoping out all the hot boys and occasionally flirting. I had actually gotten the shirt I was wearing from Tracy, who had brought it home from the house of one of her 'flings' and never given it back. She just wanted me to try it on at first but when I had pulled it on she stared at me for a minute and finally said, "Alden, do not fight me on this, you are keeping that! Trust me boy, it looks better on you than it ever did on me or Joe."

As for my school work, the school was kind enough to e-mail it to me. They would send me my work at the beginning of the month, and I'd send it back at the end. I was supposed to work on it a little every day but Tracy and I usually just ended up not sleeping for a day or two in order to get it all done the day before we mailed it.

"Master Alden?" Sebastian's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

I jumped and looked around, realizing that we were already in the car, I in the front passenger seat, Sebastian driving. Looking out the window, I saw that we were about half way home.

"Sorry, Sebastian. I was spacing out, again." I smiled sheepishly. "What's up?"

"I was wondering as to where I might be going. Home or your brother's performance?"

I grinned. "Do you even have to ask?"

Sebastian smiled typing the address for the Music Medley Café into the GPS. About an hour later, we pulled up to the café. Suddenly getting an idea, I dug around in the bag and pulled out a black beret, which I'd gotten in France, and large, dark sunglasses, from England. Tying my trench coat closed, I looked over at Sebastian.

"How do I look?"

Schooling his face into a serious expression, he said, "Like James Bond, Sir."

I laughed and he broke his façade with a grin. I leaned over to peck him on the cheek. "Thanks, Sebastian! See you later!" I opened the door and got out.

As I reached back in to get my bag, Sebastian asked, "Will you be needing a ride home?"

I thought for a minute. "Na! I can get a ride back!"

Sebastian nodded. "Your brother's set starts at 8:15 so you have some time. Make sure you get something to eat. Do you have money on you?"

"Do you even need to ask?" I rolled my eyes at his glare. "Yes mother," I teased, "I have plenty of money with me."

With that, I closed the car door and walked into the café. Of course, I knew full well the attention that the car I had just gotten out of was getting me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was going to see my twin brother again after over a year of not seeing him!And besides, it was not every day that the people of Bellefontaine, Ohio saw a shiny black '66 Ford Mustang Convertible.

Soooo, what do you think? Have you figured out who Alden's brother is?

For those of you who didn't get it, the whole thing between Alden's brother and Sebastian that embarrassed Sebastian so much, and that Al found funny, was that Sebastian walked in on Al's brother masturbating and heard him moan Kurt's name.

Also, as far as I know, there is not really a Music Medley Café in Bellefontaine, Ohio. The Music Medley Café is a figment of my wishful imagination. I chose Bellefontaine because it is in the middle of Westerville (where Dalton is) and Lima. FUNFACT! The Anderson's house is in Marysville, Ohio for the purpose of this fic.