I don't know what year the glee kids are in, so I'm just making them all year 10. I know it's probably wrong, but it's just how I'm doing it. Please don't flame.
"this"= talking
this= thoughts
"and this"= singing
Chapter 1: First day at McKinley
I pulled up out the front of Hummel Tyres. (Is that what it's called?) A smile spred across my face. It had been a while since I'd been here. I wonder if I'll recognise Kurt and dad. Deep in my heart, I knew I would. But I couldn't help the doubt that clouded my head. When I was 8, my mum passed away. My grandmother decided that my dad couldn't raise both Kurt and I. So she took me, and left Kurt. Kurt's my unidentical twin. I took a deep breath, locking my car. Then I went inside, looking around. A boy wearing blue coveralls walked in. Kurt was stitched onto the coveralls. I smiled to myself. Of course it was him. He was wiping his hands on a rag.
"Hi, how can I help you?" He smiled at me. I gave a small smile.
"I'm looking for someone. I think they work here." I told him. He nodded.
"Ok, maybe I can tell you."
"Right. See, I'm looking for my brother. His name's Kurt Hummel, we've known he was gay since he was five, and he's a complete and utter attention hog." I smiled. Kurt was watching me in shock.
"What's you name?" He asked. I smiled.
"Rhys Hummel." Kurt squealed and threw his arms around me. He suddenly pulled away.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry. I'm getting oil all over your clothes. But, woah! I can't believe it's you." He fussed, touching my face.
"It's real. I'm here Kurt." I smiled. A man with a cap and the word Burt stitched onto his coveralls walked in. He cleared his throat.
"Kurt...who's this?" He looked nervous.
"It's Rhys. He's back!" Kurt grinned. Burt's jaw dropped. I smiled at him.
"Hi...dad."
I was bunked in with Kurt in the basement. There was a second bed down there for some reason. I looked at Kurt questioningly.
"Oh, dad met this lady. Her son was meant to share my room with me, but he called everything I own faggy and dad heard. He kicked them out, but they're coming back tonight. Finn's going to sleep in the spare room upstairs. So it's just us. Like old times." Kurt smiled at me. I grinned back. "So...why're you back?"
"Grandma had a breakdown." He raised an eyebrow. "You know how she's catholic?" Kurt grimaced, but nodded. "Well, she raised me in the traditional catholic way. Gays are sinners and the devils children. Well...I came out of the closet and told her I was gay."
"No way!" Kurt gasped, giggling.
"It's true. She freaked and threw holy water at me. She told the priest that I was being taken over by demons, and demanded he give me an exercism." I shrugged. Kurt went into hysterics. "I just packed up my stuff, got in my car and told her I was moving out. I'm 16 now, I can look after myself. But then I realized I had no where to stay, and no money. So, I decided to come home to Lima; and see if you were still here." I smiled shyly. Kurt grinned at me.
"That is the funniest thing I've ever heard." He smiled.
"I know. Oh, and by the way Kurt...I love what you've done with the place." I grinned, gesturing to the feminine furniture and decorations. Kurt and I burst into hysteric laughter.
We bounded upstairs, talking and laughing.
"Hey dad, what's for tea?" Kurt called.
"Kurt, come say hi to Finn and show him to his room! Then we'll think about food!" Dad's voice echoed. We walked into the lounge, and I spotted a teen boy. He was really tall and had spiky brown hair. He watched me curiously.
"Oh, hi Finn." Kurt smiled. "You get the spare room. It's this way." Kurt gestured for him to follow. I was about to tag along when dad spoke up.
"Rhys, can we talk?" He asked. I smiled.
"Sure thing dad." I saw the Finn guy gawk at the word dad, but Kurt dragged him out. "What's up?"
"Take a seat." I sat down on the couch. Dad looked at me. "So, how were things at your Grandmas?"
"Good. They were fine."
"So why'd you decide to come home?"
"Well...she just didn't understand me." I shrugged. Dad raised an eyebrow. I swallowed. Would he except it? Kurt walked in.
"What's that mean?" Dad asked. I sent Kurt a 'help me!' look. He moved further into the room.
"Dad, I think what Rhys means is that he's gay. Like me." So Kurt had told dad too.
"Oh, I see. I should've known. When you two were little, you loved dress ups. You'd put on tutus and make-up and parade around the backyard, in the high heels your mum bought you for your 5th birthday." He shook his head. "As I said to Kurt, I'm not overly keen on the whole idea. But if that's who you are, and what you want...then good luck. I love both my boys, no matter what they choose to do with their lives." Dad sighed, ruffling my hair. Finn was in the door way, watching curiously. I smiled.
"Thanks dad." I giggled. He nodded.
"Yeah, well, your mother would've handled that better. But she was always best at this stuff. I still just can't believe she bought you two your own high heels." He sighed, shaking his head in defeat. Kurt and I cracked up laughing.
"It might have been insane, but we looked good." Kurt smirked. I giggled.
"Yeah, I guess so." Dad smiled slightly.
Kurt insisted on picking my clothes the next day. I ended up in a black t-shirt that had a panda on it, red skinny leg jeans and a button-up red jacket that reached the knees; Kurt gave it to me to wear. Then, to top it all off, I had black sequined converses. Kurt had done up my hair so it sat in a side part over my left eye, and it stuck out all over the place like a lions mane.
"Taadaa, what do you think?" Kurt smirked, gesturing to my reflection in the mirror. I grinned.
"I look amazing. Thanks Kurt!" I threw my arms around him, hugging him. Kurt laughed and hugged me back, humoring me. But then he loosened up and we just hugged. I hadn't hugged anyone since the day Grandma had taken me away from my dad and Kurt. I felt myself begin to shake. Kurt pulled back to look at me. He brushed my fringe away from my eyes.
"You're welcome Rhys. Now, we'd better head off to school. You can come with me in my car if you'd like." He offered. We untangled ourselves from each other. I grabbed my bag from my bed, nodding.
"Ok, thanks." I agreed, turning and following Kurt up the stairs. Finn was just leaving as we headed over to Kurt's car. Finn looked at us, and I saw him gawk at my outfit. "So...what's it like at your school?" I asked Kurt. He considered the question.
"Well, its ok. I'm best friends with a girl named Mercedes. She's the best. Oh, and I'm in the Glee club. Oh, it's fantastic." He explained as we climbed into the car.
"Oh cool." The music on the CD player started and I gasped. A smile lit up my face. "Defying Gravity." I murmured. Kurt smiled.
"Yeah. I love Wicked. I have an entire playlist devoted to the music of Wicked." He chuckled.
"I love that play." I whispered, closing my eyes and listening to the music. I started to sing along with the voice of Alphaba on the CD.
"Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by
The rules of someone elses game
Too late for second guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes; and leap
It's time to try defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
And you can't pull me down..." I sang along. I opened my eyes and saw Kurt smile warmly.
"So you know this song well?" He asked.
"Yeah." I smiled. "I love this song." I sighed, relaxing in my seat and waiting for us to arrive at McKinley High.
I walked into Spanish class beside Kurt, our arms linked. We were the first ones there besides a big black girl sat beside two empty chairs. She wore a black top, gold leather jacket, black jeans, gold coverses covered in diamonties and a pair of gold sunglasses that were perched on top of her black hair.
"Mercedes." Kurt greeted her, taking a seat beside her. He gestured for me to sit beside him, so I did. She looked over.
"Kurt, hey white boy." She grinned. Her eyes moved to me. "Who's that?"
"Mercedes, this is my little brother Rhys." He explaned.
"Little brother? You're only 20 minutes older then me!" I interjected. Kurt smirked.
"Yeah, 20 minutes earlier." He told me, ruffling my lions mane. I growled at him. She laughed.
"Welcome to the family white boy." She grinned. I smiled.
"Thanks Mer...Mers.. Mersa...urgh!" I growled. Why couldn't I pronunce her name. Kurt smiled sympathetically to me, while Mer-what's her name squealed.
"Aw, he's so cute!" She got up and hugged me, cuddling me close to her. "Isn't he just adorable?" She grinned, kissing my forehead. Kurt smiled.
"Rhys, it's Mercedes."
"Mersa...Mers...grr!" I pouted. Kurt grinned.
"Mer..." He was going to sound it out for me until I could say it.
"Mer." I repeated.
"Ce..."
"Ce."
"Des..."
"Des." I finished. Kurt nodded.
"Mer-ce-des." He prompted.
"Mer-ce-des...Mercedes." I smiled. Kurt nodded with pride and Mercedes cuddled me.
"He's just so cute!" She beamed, hugging me tight. "So, you two are twins right?"
"Unidentical. But yes, we're twins." Kurt nodded. Mercedes smiled.
"I think I'm gonna like this boy. I'm officially adopting you, baby." She hugged me tight. I smiled and nodded as best I could in her tight grip. Finn walked in then with a bald guy. They looked over.
"Hey, 'cedes! Why you choking the fag?" Baldy asked. Finn punched him in the arm.
"Oh hell no." Mercedes stood up, pulling me with her. I gasped and she looked like she was about to explode. "You did not just call my baby a fag! You will regret it if you mess with him Puckerman!" She finally let go of me, only to charge at baldy. A teacher walked in.
"Woah! Mercedes, Puck; settle down. No fighting!" He laughed, stepping between them. "What's the problem?" He questioned them. Mercedes ground her teeth together.
"Puckerman called my baby a fag!" She grabbed me again, pulling me close to her. People were starting to come in.
"Hey, I only called him a fag cause that's what he looks like! A short, fat, sooky, little faggot!" He sneered. SMACK! My jaw dropped as Kurt stood in front of Puck, glaring at him.
"Don't you dare ever call my brother a fag again, Noah Puckerman. Cause if you do, you'll have to deal with both me and our dad." He hissed. Everyone looked really shocked.
"Ok, that's it! Everyone sit down. Puck, don't call the new boy names anymore." The teacher scolded. Everyone took their seats and I ended up between Kurt and Mercedes.
"That's Mr. Shuester. He runs Glee club. You'll like him." Kurt leaned over to whisper in my ear. I nodded in understanding.
"Ok guys, so looking at the terms 'Por' and 'Para', what is the proper scentence?" Mr. Shuester asked. "If I were to say 'I'm going to Spain for the day', would I use 'Por' or 'Para'?" My hand shot up. "Rhys?"
"Por?"
"Correct. Have you done any spanish before?" Mr. Shuester looked at me closely, holding a textbook in one hand and chalk in the other.
"Little bits." I murmured. "My Grandmother is part Spanish." He nodded and continued with the lesson.
Lunch time came, and I was led into the cafeteria by Kurt and Mercedes. Mercedes had her arm linked with mine. Kurt was telling me more about Glee club. Mercedes grabbed a plate of casserole from the counter, then we went and sat down at a table. There was a boy in a wheelchair and an asian girl sitting there already.
"Rhys, this is Tina and Artie. Guys, this is my unidentical twin Rhys." Kurt explained, introducing us.
"It's nice to meet you." Tina smiled warmly. Artie smiled too.
"Hey." He greeted. I smiled.
"Hi." Tina's sweet expression changed.
"Aw, so cute!" She squealed. Mercedes grinned.
"I know right. He's my baby." She cuddled me and I squirmed. Why did people keep doing this? A set of cheerleaders, a pregnant girl, Finn and Puck came over to sit with us.
"Hey guys." Finn grinned. Puck nodded an agreement.
"Hi Finn. What do you want Puckerman?" Mercedes growled, glaring at him. I started eating my fruit salad, while Kurt munched on some of the lettuce in his normal salad.
"What, I can't sit with you dorks now? Fine, I'll go sit with someone else!" Puck snapped.
"Puck, shut your trap. You know they're still just pissed over what you did in Spanish." Finn rolled his eyes.
"What did you do in Spanish?" The pregnant girl glared at him.
"Nothing major." Puck shrugged.
"Oh, so calling my brother a fag isn't major huh?" Kurt snapped. The girls jaw dropped and she hit Puck.
"Ow! Quinn, that hurt!" He whined.
"Puck, why did you call him a fag? I mean honestly, why?" Quinn snapped.
"Look at him, and tell me he doesn't look gay." Puck gestured to me. The new additions to the table looked at me and I blinked. Quinn and the cheerleaders raised their eyebrows. I smiled weakly, and they melted. Seriously, I wish they'd stop doing that!
"Naw, he's adorable." Quinn smiled.
"Such a cutie!" The latino cheerleader agreed.
"You just wanna take him home and feed him munchies!" The blonde cheerleader added. They cooed to me, and I shrunk away.
"Hands of cheerios. He's my baby. I've adopted him." Mercedes explained, ruffling my hair. These girls here were seriously starting to freak me out.
"So this is your brother Kurt?" The latino asked.
"That's right. This is my unidentical twin Rhys. He's been living with our grandma up untill now, ever since our mum died." Kurt explained. "So Rhys; this is Quinn, Finn, Puck, Brittany and Santana." He introduced us, gesturing to each person. Brittany was the blonde one who wanted to take me home and feed me munchies, and Santana was the latino.
"Nice to meet you all." I smiled again, causing the girls to 'aw' and fuss over how cute I apparently was.
"So are you coming to Glee?" Tina asked. I shrugged.
"Probably. At least to check it out, anyway." I smiled. She nodded.
"You should, you're a good singer." Kurt told me. I blushed. I wasn't proud of my singing. I'd been called a girl all my life because I could sing soprano, and I actually sounded like a girl sometimes when I sang.
"Well...ok." I agreed, continuing to eat my fruit salad.
The day finally ended and I put my books away in my locker. Once I'd grabbed my bag, I hurried off to find Kurt and Mercedes. They were at Kurts locker, talking excitedly. I walked over.
"Hi." I said softly. They turned to look at me.
"Oh, hey baby. You ready for Glee?" Mercedes grinned. I nodded and she linked her arm with mine.
"Then lets go." Kurt smiled, leading the way down the corridor; towards the music room. When we walked in, everyone was gathering. There was everyone from our table at lunchtime, plus two other footballers. An asian and a black guy.
"So, that's Mike and Matt." Kurt explained, gesturing to them. Mike was the asian and Matt was the black guy. I nodded. Mercedes and Kurt led me over to some chairs. I was in between Kurt and Tina, and Mercedes was in front of me. Mr. Shuester walked in.
"Hey guys. Ok, so this week I want to go over a new song with you. It's called Mirror by Barlowgirl. Who wants to give it a go?" He asked, looking at us all expectantly. Kurt elbowed me and I looked at him.
"Go for it." He whispered. I shook my head but he called out to Mr. Shue. "Rhys will."
"Well, ok then. Go for it Rhys." Mr. Shuester smiled. I glared daggers at Kurt as I moved out the front. I took a deep breath as the music started.
"Mirror mirror
On the wall
Have I got it?
Cause mirror you've always told me
Who I am
I'm finding it's not easy
To be perfect
So sorry, you don't define me
Sorry, you don't own me
Who are you to tell me that I'm less then what I should be?
Who are you, who are you?
I don't need to listen to a list of things I should do
I won't try, no I won't try
Mirror I am seeing
A new reflection
I'm looking into the eyes
Of what you made me
And to him I have beauty beyond compare
I know who defines me
Yeah yeah
Who are you to tell me that I'm less then what I should be?
Who are you, who are you?
Oh oh
I don't need to listen to a list of things I should do
I won't try, no I wont try
You don't define me, no you don't define me
You won't define me
Who are you to tell me that I'm less then what I should be?
Who are you?
I don't need to listen to a list of things I should do
I won't try, no I won't try..." The music stopped and I blushed when everyone started clapping.
"Very good Rhys." Mr. Shuester was wide eyed. I hit all the high notes, and sounded pretty much identical to a girl.
"T-Thanks." I murmured, going back to my seat.
"That's my baby." Mercedes grinned up at me. I smiled back. A girl with long brown hair suddenly stormed in.
"Mr. Shuester, why did I just hear some other girl singing my song?" She demanded.
"Huh?" Mr. Shue raised an eyebrow at her.
"Mirror. I made it quite clear that if we ever did Mirror, I was to sing it! Which of the girls did you give my song?" She snapped, looking irritated.
"Rachel, that wasn't one of us girls. It was Kurt's brother Rhys." Quinn said, gesturing to me. I turned bright red as Rachel looked me up and down.
"Well he sounds even more like a girl then Kurt." She snapped, sitting down beside Finn. Kurt's eyes narrowed and Mercedes looked like she wanted to hit Rachel.
"Now that everything's sorted, let's go through some other stuff. We are doing a concert on Monday, so you have a week to work out everything. I want to do songs that we've done before, but haven't perfomed for people. So, why don't you girls and Kurt get Rhys with you and shake up Bad Romance?" He smiled.
"That sounds like an amazing plan!" Tina smiled.
"We can sure spice it up and make it greater then before with the cutie." Santana added. Brittany nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, he's as cute as me...but smarter." She mumbled the last bit thoughtfully.
"Why is there even a new kid in Glee? We have 12!" Rachel demanded.
"Rach, the minimum number we can have is 12. But we can have up to 14. Having Rhys doesn't hurt anything." Mr. Shuester sighed. Rachel didn't look happy about things.
"I still don't get why we need another gay kid."
"Ok, that's it! I'm gonna take you to the carpet!" Mercedes was on her feet and charging at Rachel. Finn and Puck caught her by the arms and held her back.
"Let her go. Rachel deserves a punch in the face." Kurt interupted.
"Hey, maybe hitting her will help her brains work. When ever I get hit in the head, my brain works for a few minutes." Britt smiled. Santana laughed.
"Guys, guys! Please. Calm down!" Mr. Shuester tried to get them to stop. "Let's just get started. Why don't you show Rhys what you've got, and the boys can work out what song they want to do." He sighed in defeat, ushering us off. Kurt caught my hand.
"Come on Rhys, let's go through the song." He led me over to where the girls were gathering. Quinn smiled at me.
"Ok, first thing's first. What part of the song can Rhys sing?" She asked. I heard Rachel mumble something about me not singing anything.
"He can do the bridge. I already have the first verse." Tina offered.
"Ok then. Now we need new steps and a costume for Rhys." Quinn announced.
"I'm not coming up with new steps!" Rachel snapped. "We can just do what we already had!"
"We're doing new steps. If you don't like it, then leave." Santana hissed at the brunette.
"Uh...if it matters, I've done three years of dance classes. I could work something out." I offered.
"I've been dancing since I was a baby." Rachel growled at me, but everyone ignored her.
"Aw, he's so cute. Let's see what you've got baby." Mercedes grinned. I blushed and pulled off the long jacket.
"Ok, let's give this a shot." I smiled.