Based off a post on tumblr. It's a one shot thing, enjoy!


"Carson! Come down and meet Blaine!"
"Give me a minute! I'm still writing for the literary magazine!"

"Sorry, you'll have to excuse my brother… He's not the 'social' type…" Kurt says, a little embarrassed.
"Oh, no, it's totally fine. I was shocked when you told me that you had a identical twin. How can your dad tell you guys apart?" Asks Blaine, looking up the staircase to see if Carson was coming.
"Carson is… Well, his fashion sense isn't as awesome as mine. All he wears is his blue jeans, and his blue sweater." Kurt says as he nudges Blaine.

"Hey, Kurt. Can you go and get Carson and tell him dinner is ready?" Burt says, sticking his head out of the kitchen door.
"CARSON! DINNER!"
"That's not what I meant, Kurt." Said Burt with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Carson slams his bedroom door, and runs down the stairs so fast that he almost falls down.

"Carson, this is Blaine."
"Hey Carson, it's so nice to fin-"
"Ya, hi. Sorry, I'm busy. Writing for the literary magazine. I gotta eat quickly, I don't want my creative mind to go to waste." Carson's says, scooping food onto his plate.
"Carson, Blaine is our guest. And you're going to sit here and wait until he is done eating before you go back to writing." Burt's says grabbing the mash potato spoon from Carson.

"Ugh. Fine."
"Sorry about my brother, he loves to write. We're nothing alike."
"Ya… But I would never be able to tell you guys apart, except from the clothes, obviously." Blaine says, in awe at how much Kurt and Carson look alike.

"Okay, did anyone besides me read this months vogue?" Kurt asks, looking hopefully at Blaine.
"No one reads that magazine, Kurt. It's full of peasants." Carson says, moving his peas around on his plate.
"I'm kidding! Of course I have!"
"Oh my god Blaine, you had me scared for a minute!"
"Oh my god dad, can't I finish eating in my room? I don't want to talk about vogue and clothes and whatever else they like to talk about."
"Carson, manners." Says Burt, giving Carson an icy glare.
"Oh, no, it's totally fine, , we can talk about football if you like Carson. I love football, and Kurt loves the scarves."
"Oh, I do! They're just fabulous!" Kurt chimes in.
"I'm done. Thanks dad for dinner. Blaine, it was nice to meet you, but I can't take all this fashion talk." Carson leaves the kitchen, runs up the stairs and slams the door again, continuing what he was doing before he was called for dinner.

"Umm… Well, your brother is… Umm… Nice?" Blaine says giving Burt and kurt a half smile.
"Oh, ya, he's always like this. Now can we get back to this months vogue? It was to die for!"
"Can't we talk abo-" starts Burt
"Umm, dad? Blaine and I were talking about football scarves." Burt gets up from the table, clears his plate and leaves Kurt and Blaine to talk about vogue.