What happens when you are in the middle of a story's writer's block? Write another story.

I read some awesome SBL/glee crossovers and I wanted to make mine. In fact, this is inspired by Twins by Klainelover1997.

You can call this a triple crossover: glee/SBL/The Parent Trap (that movie with Lindsay Lohan). It starts after 3x09 and it's very AU. I still have no idea how the time in glee works (for example, 4x13 was in January and 5x01 was in May) so the time often clashes.

I mean, I know Carson dies on 15th of March so he finishes the magazine before that, but well. Let's just go with it.

Anyway, enjoy.

Carson Phillips hated Clover, that was no secret. In fact, he despised it and everyone in it. Well, except for his mother Elizabeth, his super rich stepfather Clayton, the maid Ellen, his grandmother and his only friend Malerie Baggs.

His life goal was leaving Clover. How? Getting into the university of his dreams, Northwestern. But not this. Never this.

His grandmother passed away in her sleep one night. The next thing Carson knew was Ellen packing his stuff in his room.

"Ell?" Carson had asked, "What'cha doing?" "Packing, Carson," Ellen had smiled back weakly, "Hasn't your mother told you yet? We're moving!"

Carson had run downstairs, screaming for an explanation. "Clayton has a new position, honey," his mother had said, "It's in Lima, Ohio."

Weeks had passed. Carson had said his goodbyes to Malerie and, ugh, even his fellow school council members. He had sent the literally magazine to Northwestern. It was time.

Carson had been in Lima for two days now. It was time to attend his new high school. It was stupid though. It was his senior year and he dropped in in the middle of the year, just after Christmas.

William McKinley High School was nothing like Clover High. The hallways were actual hallways and not some trenches. Even on burrito day.

He looked down on his time table. History, he thought, oh fine please kill me now.

McKinley was also twice as big so it took him over fifteen minutes to find the fucking classroom. He went inside and a man with horrible curled hair smiled at him. "Ah, you must be the new student, Carson Phillips," he said warmly and walked over. Oh my god get away from me you fucking predator! "I am Will Schuester." Yes, fine, nobody cares.

"Principal Figgins told me about you, please sit down. I was talking about the project." Great, Carson did an initial eye roll, let's start with a project. That's just amazing.

He nodded to an empty seat in the back. "Is that seat vacant?" Mr. Schuester nodded. Carson quickly took a seat and eyed the kid next to him. He smelled homeless.

...

Kurt never really cared about the transfer McKinley students – except Blaine, of course – but the new kid, Carson Phillip or something, caught his eye.

Well, actually, he caught Mercedes's eye.

"Oh my god, hon," she said and motioned to Carson, who was listening to Mr. Schue, "The kid looks like you."

Kurt, who was talking to Quinn, turned around and his jaw almost hit the ground. Oh my god. He quickly recovered. "Ugh, yes, but his taste of clothing" he said and rolled his eyes dramatically, "Too much blue."

Quinn tapped on his shoulder. "Kurt, you're wearing blue." Kurt quickly shushed her. The Carson kid took the seat next to Stoner/Homeless Brett – Kurt felt sorry for him – and Kurt turned back to Mr. Schue.

"So, like I was saying, for the project you guys have to pair up," Mr. Schue was cut short because the whole class started talking like crazy, "B-But, I've assigned your partners!" It went dead silent.

He read the names of the students and their assigned partners out loud. Then, it was Kurt's turn. "We were with twenty-nine students. I originally made an expectation for one trio: Kurt, Brett and Puck, but now with Carson we have thirty students. So, let's say… Carson Phillips and Kurt Hummel."

Well.

"So, for the project you all have to choose one historical hero or heroine and write an essay about them. The essay must be at least twenty-thousand words long and it must cover the following topics…" Mr. Schue wrote some things down, but Kurt kept staring at Carson.

Carson really looked like him, only Kurt's hair had highlights and it defied gravity. Carson's was, in Kurt's opinion, extremely dull and he really needed a haircut.

And really, the amount of blue was unhea- oh wait, Kurt was wearing blue.

Carson looked up and their eyes met. Kurt's widened and he gasped. He quickly turned away. "Good, now please sit next to your partner," Mr. Schue said, "You guys have two months. Good luck, kids."

Kurt heard Quinn sigh. "I hate it when he calls us 'kids'," she mumbled. She stood up and walked to her partner. Mercedes winked at Kurt and did the same.

"Kurt, right?" Carson was standing next to him.

...

This was weird.

This was extremely weird.

That Kurt kid really looked like him. When their eyes met, Kurt quickly turned away, so Carson didn't have enough time to analyse. But standing next to him and seeing the resemblance, it was weird.

Kurt extended his hand. "Kurt Hummel," he said and Carson shook it. "Carson Phillips."

"We have ten more minutes left," Kurt said, his eyes still locked on Carson's. It freaked Carson out. "I propose you come over to my place tomorrow so we can work on it." Carson nodded. Kurt quickly scribbled something down and handed the sheet of paper to Carson.

"What are we going to do now?" Carson took the seat next to Kurt. Kurt shrugged. "Talk? Get to know each other?" Oh great, it's one of those kids.

"Hm," Carson sighed, "Well, I'm Carson Phillips, moved here because Clayton had to get a new job, want to go to New York and that was it. How about you, pretty face?" he smirked.

"Well, if you want to play it like this, sweetie," Kurt's smirk was identical to Carson's, "Kurt Hummel, lived here for my whole life, also want to go to the Big Apple and in case you haven't noticed it yet, queer as a three dollar bill."

"Straight, slash unidentified, slash I don't give a fuck," Carson replied, "Who needs love when you have a dream?"

"Well, what do you want to do in New York, then?" Kurt asked, "Except for my friend Rachel Berry and my boyfriend Blaine I've never met another New Yorker."

"I want to be the editor of the New Yorker and other stuff," Carson made a weird hand gesture, "But the New Yorker is my main priority. Have to go to Illinois first, though."

"Northwestern?" Kurt asked and Carson was surprised he knew. Most people in Clover only knew the Clover Community College.

Carson nodded.

"My dream school is NYADA," Kurt smiled.

The bell rang.

TBC