Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me nor do I or will I ever profit from this story I have written. Characters from Dalton belong to the amazing CP Coulter. I own nothing except for the plot (And the terrible OC, Angela)!

It was a Saturday morning when Ethan Brightman woke up to the blaring ringtone of Justin Bieber's 'Baby'. The offending noise was coming from his twin brother's mobile phone, and just when Ethan was just about to wonder why the hell did Evan set that monstrosity as his ringtone did he remember that he was the one who set it in the first place. It had meant to be a joke. But, for some morbid reason, Evan had kept the ringtone all because his girlfriend liked it.

Ethan shuddered at the thought of Evan's romantic partner. 9 o'clock in the morning and she was already ruining his day. Great. Just great. Ethan groaned and buried his head into the fluffiness that was his pillow, trying to plug out the sound of Justin Bieber's prepubescent voice. But still the noise prevailed, as if it was trying to annoy Ethan.

Ethan groaned again, wondering why his brother isn't picking up his damn phone. He turned around in his bed, hoping to yell at his brother from across the room in his bed. But, as he soon figured out, he didn't have to yell across the room. For his twin brother, in all his 9am glory, was sleeping right next to him, as peaceful as a baby, ignorant to the blaring noise coming from his phone.

Ethan smiled at the serene expression on his brother's face, secretly wishing he could take a photo of him right now. He instinctively reached towards his twin's face, but was interrupted halfway by another chorus of 'Baby'. Ethan sighed in annoyance. Whoever calling Evan was a persistent bitch… Deciding not to wake his sleeping brother, Ethan reached over to the nightstand and retrieved Evan's phone. Grimacing slightly at the ringtone, Ethan didn't bother to look at the caller ID and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby!" A familiar high-pitched squeal responded. Ethan instantly cringed and pushed himself into a sitting position, his blanket sliding down his torso. "Baby?" the female voice repeated. Ethan glowered at her too-happy tone. He hated this girl with a passion. She was the reason Evan seldom sleeps with him anymore. She was the reason there hasn't been a lot of pranks lately. She was the reason Ethan cried himself to sleep each time his brother blew him off. She was the one who had taken Evan away from him. And he hated her for that. "Evan, sweetie, are you there?" Her insistent voice brought Ethan back to reality and for a moment, he chided himself in guilt and shame. His brother was happy with her. How could he, Evan's own twin brother, even wish to take away that happiness? (Even if that happiness came in the form of a poisonous snake)

"I'm not Evan," he finally replied in a monotone. The moment he spoke, he braced himself for the barrage of insults he knew would come.

"Oh. It's you," the excited, happy tone was gone, replaced by a spiteful sneer, "What are you doing with my boyfriend's phone?" Ethan winced at the accusation. "Were you checking his phone? Ugh. You're pathetic. Disgusting. Worthless piece of crap."

Ethan gritted his teeth. This would always happen. Whenever he was left alone with his brother's 'girlfriend', she would insult and degrade him until he was reduced to near tears. The first time it happened, he protested madly and told his twin about it. But Angela, his 'lovely angel', acted all innocent and oblivious. And for the very first time in their entire lives, Evan chose to believe someone else over his twin brother. Ever since then, Ethan had just let Angela berate him and slowly, he found himself unconsciously believing her hateful words.

"I bet Evan doesn't even love you. He hated you from the very beginning."

And that was Ethan's limit. "NO! You're lying!" he exclaimed.

"How do you know?" Angela's tone suggested that she was amused by his outburst. "How do you know he really loves you?" she repeated, her voice low and highly persuasive, "He told me you were a nuisance. He told me he hated you."

Ethan froze. The phone slipped from his hand onto the bed with a soft thump. And Evan just had to choose that exact moment to wake up.

"Ethan? Wha' are you doin' up so early?" Evan slurred, stifling a yawn.

"Evan, is that you?" came a startled voice from the phone, which was apparently still connected.

"Angela?" Evan blinked the sleepiness away, then picked up the phone. This action quickly snapped Ethan out of his initial shock of being told his twin brother hated him. He scrambled out of bed, clutching his pillow to his chest.

"Angela, calm down! Why are you crying?"

Crying? Ethan stiffened. That evil little bitch! She was fake-crying!

"Ethan did what?"

Hearing his name, Ethan looked up. He saw Evan's eyed flash in anger and bewilderment.

"Alright, I'll be right over, my angel," Evan hung up and slid out of bed. Without so much as a glance at his twin brother, who was still frozen on the spot, Evan changed out of his PJ's to a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Ethan watched as Evan stuffed his wallet and phone into his pocket. It was only when Evan opened the door that Ethan snapped out of his frozen state.

"E-Evan, wait!" Ethan stumbled over the bed and followed his twin out their dorm, slamming the door in the process. The noise woke up several light sleepers in the Windsor dorm, but Ethan didn't care. All he cared about was the identical blond hair disappearing around the corner down the stairs. "Evan!" Ethan shouted, trying to catch up and explain himself. Whatever that damn bitch said had to be a lie! Evan had to believe him! "Evan, please!"

Ethan skidded to a halt in the common room as Evan finally turned around to face his identical twin. And his eyes blazed with so much anger and hatred (and tad disbelief) that Ethan almost whimpered in fear. He has never seen his brother look at anyone like that, much less at himself. "Evan…?"

"What?" Evan spoke so coldly and furiously at the same time, Ethan took an unconscious step back. "What do you want, Ethan? After lying to my girlfriend and then insulting her, making her cry, what the hell do you want?"

Ethan stood, speechless as he stared at the person in front of him who was no longer his loving twin brother. Ethan dropped the pillow he had unknowingly carried down with him. "Evan," his voice was barely audible, he looked as if he could burst into tears any second – which he was sure he was about to do.

"Whatever," Evan muttered, turning towards the door. Then, as if he was having second thoughts, he turned back around and looked straight into the pair of identical blue eyes that he use to stare at with so much love and with as much emotion as he could mutter, spoke the words Ethan would never thought his brother would say to him. "I hate you."

So, there you have it! My very first EVER fan fiction story EVER! Ok, we've established that... Moving on... I hope the story was decent enough compared to the great and almighty CP Coulter... Anyway, reviews of any kind are welcomed! I need your honest opinions as a first-time fanfic writer!

I'll be posting the second chapter some time tomorrow!

With love,
Nioral Noas.