Title: Two Alike
Author: Spider
Characters: Burt, Finn, Carole, Kurt, and Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Off-screen underage prostitution. Suicide? Character death. Faintly AU
Spoilers: For Hudmel stuff. Otherwise... nope.
Disclaimer: I wish I had some claim on Glee.
Summary: Somehow, Kurt from an alternate world (in which Burt kicked him out of the house for being gay and he was forced to turn to underage prostitution in the crack district to survive, desperately trying to put himself through school so he can get out of Lima on a scholarship) appears in the actual world, and Finn mistakes him for the real Kurt and brings him home. Hijinks and trouble ensue when the two Kurts meet...
Word Count: 1042
Notes: This was written for a prompt on the Glee angst meme (c o m m u n i t y . l i v e j o u r n a l . c o m / g l e e _ a n g s t _ m e m e / 3 0 6 5 . h t m l ? t h r e a d = 5 0 5 1 1 2 9 # t 5 0 5 1 1 2 9). Chapters are short but I'll try to update every day.
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TWO ALIKE
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When the other boy reached up, his fingers flicking unconsciously over his bangs, Burt Hummel's heart dropped out of his chest. That one small gesture, matched with that familiar face (and those eyes), completely gutted him and he fell heavily down onto the couch. Immediately, his son was at his side, one hand on his chest, the other on his shoulder, panic in his own pale eyes. "Dad! Dad, are you okay? Is it your heart? Finn, get him out of here! Dad, lie down. I don't know what sort of sick joke-"
Burt cut Kurt off with a finger on his lips, shaking his head. "He can stay," he said roughly, looking up at the other boy. Kurt. A second Kurt. Shorter and thinner than his own, with haunted eyes and a much-less-fabulous outfit, but still unmistakably his son. "Kurt… Kurt, take… take this other Kurt down to your room and get him some clean clothes? And a shower too. I'm sure he'd appreciate some luxuries…"
"Dad!"
"I'm not staying here!"
Both boys protested at the same time, in the same voice, and they shot each other identical suspicious looks. Burt spread his hands. "Look at yourselves! Don't tell me I don't know my own child. Only now… now I seem to have two of you. Kurt. And Kurt. I don't know what happened here, but until we figure things out, you are both my sons, and I will take care of both of you, understood?"
"You hate me," the second Kurt answered, folding his arms, his chin jutting out defiantly. "No fag will every live under your roof, remember?"
"I never said that," Burt said, pushing himself back to his feet. "Kurt. I'm not the father you know. Just ask Kurt." He nodded over to his true son
"How can you possibly be okay with this?" the first Kurt hissed. "That's not me! That's impossible!"
"But that is you," Burt said quietly. "And I love you. No matter what's going on, whether you're my model son or…" Or whatever the second Kurt had become.
"A prostitute," Finn offered, earning identical glares from both Kurts
"Kurt," Burt said quietly. "He needs help."
Kurt looked at the other Kurt, and his shoulders slumped a little. "When was the last time you moisturized?" he finally asked.
The other Kurt looked embarrassed, lifting one hand to his face. "God, it's been years."
Kurt sighed, glancing over at Burt before extending a hand to the other Kurt. "Come on. I'll get you straightened out."
Once both the Kurts were out of the room, Burt turned to Finn, sinking back onto the couch. "Tell me again what happened?"
"I don't know," Finn answered. "I was out looking for this abandoned tuberculosis hospital Puck told me about, and I took a wrong turn and next thing I knew, I saw Kurt... the not-Kurt leaning against a building and talking to some sleazy old creeper. And the creeper had his hands all over Kurt's ass and was saying things like 'I've never seen you around here before' and Kurt was just smirking at him and saying 'Well maybe you just haven't looked hard enough,' and then he took the creeper's hand and they ducked off and I followed them and saw Kurt was sucking on..." Finn trailed off, gesturing vaguely to his crotch. "On the creeper dude! So I yelled and creeper dude ran off and Kurt got up real fast and started yelling at me, and I told him to come with me. He didn't want to, he kept asking why he should, and what would I give him and he thought I was crazy when I told him he was my brother and that he was supposed to be at home. And I had to promise him all the money in my wallet for him to come with me, and he was all pouty and stuff in the car, and when I pulled into the driveway he spazzed out and tried to jump out of the car before I turned it off and I had to wrestle him down and drag him inside because I knew you'd be really mad that he was sucking off strangers in alleys only he was already sitting in here with you two and playing Sorry and... yeah." Finn took a huge breath after that wall of words. "That's everything..."
Burt pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. From the rantings of the other-Kurt, he had picked up a little more of the story. Whatever happened to make a second Kurt (Kurt did not have a twin brother. Burt was a witness for his delivery) had given him the absolute shittiest life Burt could imagine for his son. The other-Kurt did not like his father and did not trust him, and from the sounds of things, didn't even live with him. He lived on the streets as a prostitute, based off of what Finn witnessed, and he did not look healthy in the least. Even standing beside Kurt, who was shorter than most boys his age and very svelte after all the cheerleading practice his crazy coach put him through, the other-Kurt was a good three inches shorter and skeletal. "I don't know what happened..." Burt began slowly.
"Alternate universe," Finn suggested. "This sort of thing happens all the time in movies. There's just one thing different, and everything changes. And then he must have fallen through a hole or something to end up here. We can't let Kurt touch him, though, or that'll make a paradox that could destroy both universes."
"Kurt's already touched him," Carole pointed out softly. "He took his hand. And the universe still exists."
"Oh. Yeah. Right."
"Alternate universe," Burt repeated, looking over at Carole.
"So... we need to send him back?" Even as Carole said that, though, she was shaking her head. Burt agreed with her, echoing the movement.
"He's Kurt. He's my son. I cannot, will not send him back to that sort of life..."
Carole smiled, squeezing Burt's shoulder and straightening up. "Well. We seem to be collecting sons. I'll set a fifth for dinner."/lj-cut