After finishing chapter 12 yesterday, I decided to add Blaine and Burt to the characters.
Carson's first day at school felt like every other day. He did see this weird kid wearing a button up and a bow tie staring at him like he was fucking Santa Claus and during lunch some jocks threw food at each other, but it was okay.
He missed Malerie though.
God, he even missed Claire Matthews and her bitch stares, the amount of gay Nicolas Forbes and Schott Thomas showed, Emilio's fake accent, Vicki Jordan's depressing everyone, Remy Baker's bossiness and Dwight Michaels's… whatever.
When he came home, he was greeted by Ellen.
"Hi Carson," she smiled warmly. She used to call him 'Master Carson' but Carson made her stop. Ellen had been there since the very beginning. She was a good friend of Elizabeth Phillips. She started working for Clayton and introduced him to Carson's mom.
They fell in love.
They got married.
Blah blah blah.
Ugh, love.
"Where's mom?" Carson dropped his bag. "She's with Clayton to this conference," Ellen said and served Carson his lunch.
"Of fucking course," Carson said. "Language, young man!" Ellen shot him a stern look, but smiled afterwards, "Now, what do you want for dinner?"
"Pizza?" it was the first thing on Carson's mind. "Pizza it is," Ellen said, "I mean, is it okay if I order in? Your mom and Clayton won't be back till-" "Yeah, yeah, get it. It's okay."
Ellen looked down. She quickly changed subjects. "How was school?"
"Boring."
"Made new friends?"
"No."
"Joined some clubs yet?"
"No."
"You like your classes?"
"No."
"Is it like Clover High?"
"No-"
"OKAY!" Ellen threw her hands in the air, "I'm giving up."
...
"Dad?"
"Yes kid," Burt said.
"I invited this kid over for tomorrow," Kurt started, "We have to work on this stupid project. Mr. Schue must've hit his head."
"That bad?" Burt asked.
Finn, who walked in, nodded, "That bad. Puck managed to switch Brett with me." "You and Puck together?" Kurt quirked his eyebrow, "Not-god help us all. Anyway, I'm upstairs, changing outfits. I don't think blue is the colour right now."
The next day, Kurt avoided blue. Carson, on the other hand, wore once again blue. "Please don't tell me you have an after school activity to attend," Carson rolled his eyes, "Do I have to wait for you, or what?"
"Yes, I have glee."
"Glee?" Carson asked, "Like a choir?" Kurt nodded. "It's not that big, but it's fun. Sectionals was just before Christmas!" "Nice," Carson sounded sarcastic.
"There's the school newspaper," Kurt pointed out, "the Muckraker. You should check it out. There's also a writers club and I heard it needs a new president." Carson looked up and he actually looked happy, delighted even. That was new.
The bell rang and they parted.
Kurt went straight to the choir room.
Fortunately, Quinn and Mercedes were already there. Kurt and Quinn weren't best friend or anything, but it was nice seeing her.
"How was Carson?" she asked. Kurt sighed and fell down in his chair. "Exhausting. I've only known him for one day and he just seems so uninterested."
"Who seems uninterested?" Blaine entered the room with Mike. More glee clubbers arrived.
"Kurt's long-lost twin brother," Mercedes joked and Quinn playfully punched her in the shoulder. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Long-lost twin?" Mike asked.
"'Cedes was joking, Michael," Kurt said, "I don't have a long-lost twin brother. Carson just looks a lot like me."
"Is Carson that kid who wears a lot of blue?" Blaine asked and the girls nodded. Blaine's eyes widened, like something suddenly made a lot of sense. "Oh, I saw him. For a split second I thought it was you!"
"Wait, so you mean that kid who ignored my high-five wasn't you?" Sam looked shocked.
...
The so-called 'Hudmel' house wasn't as big as Carson's mansion. But well, not everyone was rich. A tall kid opened the door. "Hey, you're that Carson kid," he said and stepped aside, "Come in. Kurt's in the kitchen talking to Blaine on the phone."
Carson nodded and entered the house. It was a lovely home. It wasn't that big, but it felt right. Carson's mansion was beautiful, but also quite dull. Only his new room felt like home and the study where Ellen often spent her free time.
"… is here. Love you. No, I love you more."
Ugh, love.
Carson looked around. Kurt was sitting in the dining room and there was a blond guy napping on the couch in the small living room. And god, he was snoring.
"Oh, hi!" he nodded to the blond guy, "Ignore him, he'll wake up soon."
"Brother?" Carson asked. Kurt just laughed. "Nah, the giant over there is my stepbrother. I mean, my mom died when I was a baby, but my dad remarried two years ago. Sam is just living here – long story."
Interesting.
Not.
"Wait a sec," Kurt turned to the stepbrother, "Finn, where's dad?" Finn, who was feeding himself some chocolate chip cookies, tried to speak. "Hs t your nt Jan." "Please, speak as a decent person," Kurt sighed. Finn swallowed the cookies and spoke again. "He's at your aunt Jan. He'll bring her here. Anyway, I'mma wake Sam up."
"Okay, we'll be upstairs!" Kurt said.
Carson just went with it. He followed Kurt upstairs to his room. The room was quite big. There were a lot of shelves, a mirror, a bed and a dresser. There was probably more behind the small wall.
They heard the front door open. Kurt and Carson were downstairs, having a little break. Burt Hummel and another woman were laughing and chatting. Carson turned away.
Kurt on the other hand leapt out of his seat and ran to the two adults. "Dad! Aunt Janine!"
Carson stopped listening and studied the kitchen. It was a normal kitchen. He liked the colours and holy shit what is happening to his brain?
Then, Kurt grabbed his arm and dragged him to his father and aunt. "And this is-"
"Carson?" Burt Hummel gasped.
He looked from Kurt, to Carson and back to Kurt. Then he turned to Janine, who also looked shocked. Both of them turned and ran away.
"What the fuck," Kurt and Carson whispered in unison.
TBC