Author's Note: Hi! I'm simplereality and first of all, thank you so much for reading! I would like to encourage you to read the author's note at the beginning of each chapter if there is one, just in case. You never know what crazy things I may have to explain or ask :) For those of you who have a Tumblr, this fic will make a bit more sense, but I hope you'll all enjoy it either way! Also, feedback would be just lovely, and I will send a Riker Lynch to anyone who reviews.
When Reflections Collide
Forget everything you know about identical twins. Whether you've heard that they're as close as close can be and have special connections and telepathy or that they fight all the time and even though they look alike, they're always exact opposites. The Andersons can tell you all about what being an identical twin really means. Or at least, what it means to them, because there's really no pair of siblings in the world that can share their story. In fact, the uniqueness of their relationship is only about half related to the fact that they're identicals. Rather then blabber on like the pathetic, cliched narrator I'm being, I'll stop addressing the reader as I was told not to do long ago in English class, and let you read the story of Blaine and Everett Anderson and how they met Kurt and Cameron Hummel..
"It's a bright and sunny morning in Westerville, Ohio and the temperature is predicted to be an average of sixty-eight all day with zero percent chance of rain. However, if Everett Anderson doesn't get his lazy ass out of his twin's bed in the next minute, Ohio will suffer a sudden angry Blainestorm!"
Blaine Anderson, the elder of the two twins, stood at the foot of his bed with a medium drip in hand and his hair gelled perfectly in place to fit the sophisticated look of his Dalton uniform. Everett, the younger, was lying in a starfish spread on top of the sheets with drool gathering by his chin and pajamas wrinkled open. To anyone else, it would have looked like his reflection had jumped out of a mirror and crashed adorably on his bed. To Blaine, it just looked like a whole lot of annoying.
"I'm not joking with you Everett, I'll come over there and pour my coffee on your head..." He narrowed his eyes and tilted his cup threatingly, but only recieved muffled laughter from somewhere in his sheets.
"Ok, alright. Calm yourself O' Wrathful One, I'm getting up!" Everett lazily rolled over onto his back and smirked up at Blaine knowingly. "And you would totally never waste a medium drip like that. I know how much you need your coffee."
Everett ignored his twin's glare and scratched his stomach thoughfully while reaching for his slacks and blazer. Now that he was awake, his natural dapper mask was slipping on as well, and he was ready for another day on autopilot at school. The boys worked side by side to pack books and tame Everett's curly hair while humming two different songs. They had become so accustomed to each other's never ending need to sing, that their voices slipped over one another's like a routine.
Blaine was running through the chorus to Teenage Dream again because of the planned performance (the rest of the school was told it was impromptu for kicks) scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Everett, who typically alternated solos with his counterpart, began to hum his own version of "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid. This got him an amused eyebrow raise and a boost in volume from Blaine. The duel went back and forth playfully until Mrs. Anderson's voice joined in with "Shut Up" by Simple Plan. The lyrics didn't fit perfectly, but the point was made. The house was silent for the rest of the morning.
To summarize: a typical weekday morning in the Anderson household.
Nick rubbed a hand over his face in frustration and cast an exasperated look at the identical boys on either side of him. His chemistry book was open in his lap, covered in Spanish papers and history reports, while Blaine and Everett sat on the arms of his chair and leaned over his shoulders.
"I am so confused! You two aren't even speaking English anymore!"
Everett (at least he thought it was Everett) smirked mockingly and grabbed one of the worksheets on his knees, waving it in front of his face. Yup. Definately Everett.
"That's because we're speaking Spanish, silly! It's not that hard Nicholas. You simply conjugate the verbs into the present progressive tense, and then it flows like poetry if you have the correct endings to match whom you're addressing..."
Nick flinched at the rapid explaination and squeezed his eyes shut while pinching the bridge of his nose. Why did these two have to be so smart? And I don't want to be called Nicholas! Before he could voice his complaint, Blaine began his own lecture on geometry.
"Nicholas, it's not that hard to grasp the concept of proofs using quadrilaterals. You take the given statements and use alternate interior angles to prove congruencies and then parallel lines. See?" Everett was still leaning over his other shoulder, nodding in eager agreement with the rant. No, Blaine. I don't see anything! The only thing I see, is that you're both insane!
Nick could feel all eyes in the room on him as they waited for his breaking point. Everyone had warned him not to ask the Andersons for help on his homework, but they were both so charming and comedic that Nick had figured he would have fun. Apparantely, they were the coolest guys on campus until it came to education. Then they were nothing short of demonic spawn from the pit of somewhere way beyond Hades. Somewhere where old hags taught SAT classes all day and tied you to a chair with no choice but to listen. It really wasn't that far of a stretch...
"Are you listening to us? Nicholas, if you want to bring your score up, you have to pay attention."
Consider the breaking point reached. The shorter of the twins-Blaine by about two inches-was thrown onto the wood floor as the other was pushed brutally out of the path of a wailing, happy-to-be-free Warbler. The room remained silent for a stunned moment, and then everyone simultaneously broke into the applause.
The twins helped each other up out of habit and made their way over to where Wes was queitly reading a book, shaking from pent up laughter. Despite their identical scowls, the pair remained attached at the side for the duration of study hall, trading whispered inside jokes and sharing intellectual facts. There was a collective eyeroll from the rest of the boys, but they smiled at their most well-known students before going back to work as well.
To summarize: a typical afternoon at Dalton Academy
"Hey Blaine?" Silence. "Psst...Blaine?" A sigh. "Blaine, please..." A groan.
"What's the matter, Ev?"
The elder twin finally answered in slight irritation, but his body language betrayed his concern as he swiftly rolled over to check on his brother. Hazel eyes met their reflection from across the room in the dim glow of the streetlights. Blaine could see the desperation in them, and he immediately grew gentler.
"Ev...do you need me to get you anything? Did you have a nightmare again, sweetie?"
The overused pet name rolled off his tongue like the lyrics to a song would. It was easy and natural how accustomed he was to helping Everett. Especially in the middle of the night when his brother seemed most vulnerable.
"No, I'm fine. I just...can I sleep with you again?"
The question also flowed from Everett with practice. Another well-rehearsed part of their daily routine. Blaine reflexively scooted over to make room for another and patted the bed reluctantly.
"Yes you can...but only as long as you promise not to sleep in that late again. It's getting tedious, and the least you could do is offer to buy my coffee to make up for your snoring!"
Everett chuckled and nodded gratefully before squirming under the covers next to Blaine. It wasn't like he was scared of the dark anymore, which had often been the case when he was a child. He had been subjected to horrific images invading his dreams for years, and even after he had outgrown the nightmare stage, he and Blaine had slept in the same bed through elementary school. It was never awkward and served as a simple comfort to both of them. In middle school, their relationship had been strengthened by Blaine coming out and Everett having to stand up for him against friends and family members, including their parents.
Suddenly, Blaine had been the one in need of protection and consolance for those three years, and their arrangement was reversed as he began climbing into Everett's bed under the veil of the night. It had been Ev who came up with the little phrase "courage" to inspire his brother to keep fighting for his individuality. After a while, it stuck.
Now they were in highschool, and the pair was still stuck in the same guilty situation of sleeping next to one another nearly every night. Especially given the girlfriends that came and went for Everett and the hopeless crushes that plagued Blaine. They would cuddle innocently until they had drained each other's pain. The twins both silently wondered when this cycle would end as Ev looped his arms around his brother's waist and the latter curled back against his chest. A mirror-image of love and dependence.
To summarize: a typical night in the twins' room
