So this is a SUPER short drabble. I've had writer's block for ages and I'm unable to write anything serious, so I content myself on tiny little plot bunnies. This is a one-shot. AU in which Kurt has a twin brother called Carson, established Klaine.


"He can't be that bad, Kurt. Come on."

"Clearly you have never met the likes of Carson Hummel. He's like my evil twin. Emphasis on the evil part." Kurt stirs his coffee delicately, and Blaine snatches the small complementary cookie that was Kurt's from the tray, having already scarfed down his own.

"It'll be so cool! You met Coop, this is my right. Are you abusing my rights in this relationship?" Blaine puts a hand to his chest and twists his face into an expression of severely exaggerated mock outrage, and Kurt rolls his eyes fondly.

"Yup. I'm huge, and dominating, and you have no say in it whatsoever, so shut up."

"That'd actually be pretty hot, y'know."

Kurt fixes him with a glare.

Blaine raises both hands up in the universal sign of giving up, and chugs the last remains of his drink down before getting up and offering a hand to Kurt. Smiling, Kurt accepts it.

In the end, Kurt doesn't get to decide if Blaine will meet Carson. Carson lives with Kurt's aunt, a formidable woman who'd never really wanted her sister to marry a garage worker. Carson manages to turn up every now and then, with no prior arrangement, and stays for a matter of hours and sometimes is not in Carson's vocabulary.

It was one of those longer stretches of time that Carson decides to stay, and Kurt completely forgets to tell Blaine to not come over their customary Tuesday study session. So when Carson opens the door to Blaine, things get very weird, very fast.

Blaine's face breaks into the huge smile he always has for Kurt, and he rushes in to hug Carson, relieved to be able to show a little bit of affection to his boyfriend away from judging eyes.

"You look different today. Is that Finn's jacket? And your hair. Did you cut it? I like it. Very bad boy-ish." Blaine wiggles his eyebrows and laughs. Meanwhile, Carson is staring at him like he has seen a ghost and pries Blaine off him.

"BURT! THERE'S AN INSANE HOBBIT TRYING TO MOLEST ME!"

"Very funny, Kurt. Are you sick? Your voice is kinda rough."

A head peeps from the kitchen door, looking very much like the one currently staring down at Blaine. Burt's voice is heard from somewhere upstairs.

"How many times have I told you to call me dad? You're speaking to your father, Carson!"

And then it clicks for Blaine, and he blushes to the roots of his gelled hair.

"Oh, you're Carson! I've heard so much about you, it's awesome to finally me-"

"And I'm going to guess you're the doritos-eyebrowed boyfriend Kurt won't stop yammering about?"

"CARSON! Go spread your misery somewhere else!"

Kurt has finally come to Blaine's aid, and stands facing Carson next to Blaine. The difference can be seen easily this way, and although there isn't much, it's enough to be able to tell them apart.

Carson is an inch or two taller than Kurt, and Blaine can see reading glasses poking out from his jeans pockets. His clothing style is more like Finn's, much more casual than Kurt. His voice is a touch deeper, his hair is a shade darker and his face much more gaunt. It reminds him of Kurt's when he first came to Dalton. While he's noting down these minute details, Kurt and Carson are going at it.

"Why? Want to have a sex marathon in the house? Oh god, you two have probably done it in my ro-"

"As if it'd make you any less filthy!"

"So you're not denying it?" Carson raises his eyebrows with a smirk nearly identical to the one Blaine sees on Kurt whenever he gets a one-up on Sebastian all too many times.

"Hey! You two! Stop it!" Blaine tries, feeling impossibly small next to the duo.

"Go play with your Power Rangers or something, kid. The adults are in an argument."

"He's one year younger than you for God's sake!"

"With that height? I'm surprised you're not accused of pedophilia daily."

"Carson! Leave your brother alone." Burt's tired voice is heard from across the entryway, and he's not looking as alarmed as Blaine is, apparently accustomed to these fights.

"Fine. Whatever. But if you have some weird twin fetish, Blainey-poo, you are not my type." Carson leaves with a decisive bang of the door and Blaine's brows furrow in confusion. Kurt, while massaging the bridge of his nose, mutters, "Bi."


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