Primavera Hotels is one of the largest hotel chains all over the world with its HQ and glamorous main hotel in an US-American city called Lima, Ohio. From the outside, Lima's Primavera, the only luxury hotel of the city, looks like an opulent relaxing place that is popular especially among celebrities, royals or powerful businesspeople. But in reality, drama, scheming and power games are part of the employees' daily lives, whether they want it or not…

As the son of Primavera's CEOs and one of the heirs to the hotelchain, Kurt Hummel's life is anything but easy. For some reason, he just can't find happiness.
Until he meets a handsome stranger. It is mutual love on first sight, just like in all the romantic Hollywood movies.
Sadly, there is a catch: Turns out that Kurt's love of his life seems to be his long-lost half-brother as well.
But why is Kurt's heart telling him that things are not how they seem to be?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Outside, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and the sky was bright blue.

But Kurt Hummel couldn't care less. Without appetite, he picked at his food and sighed. Lately, he had felt utterly empty, but not because of his occupation. Don't get him wrong, he liked his job as the CEO-in-training of the world's greatest five-star hotel chain, Primavera Hotels. As if he had a choice, after all, his stepbrother Finn had told them a lot of times that he was not interested in filling their parents' shoes, that he wanted to find his own vocation first before he decided what he wanted to do, blah, blah, blah. Kurt didn't believe one word he said, he was just too lazy to do the entire paperwork.

Thanks for letting me down again, dear brother.

After having studied business management at Harvard for four years, Kurt thought that he was ready for this job. But boy, he was so wrong. The university's manuscript didn't prepare him for this taskwork. Not at all. Luckily, his dad was still helping him. Helping him by sunbathing at one of their hotels in Maldives with Carole.

Thank you so much for supporting me, dear father.

Sighing, Kurt put his table with the food aside. Their starred chef, Santana, had done a great job, as usual, but he had lost his appetite. He hoped that she wouldn't throw a fit again. "You need to eat more, Lady Lips", he could already hear her voice in his head. "Get some flesh onto your bones. You almost look like a skeleton, it's creepy."

Shaking his head, he got up and went over to the window, folding his arms behind his back and staring out of the glass pane.

Something was missing in his life. But he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

He could hear how the entrance door opened and was slammed shut again at the entrance hall. So a family member came home. Something what didn't happen that often. Taking a deep breath, Kurt turned around and left his private apartment of the giant Hummel-Hudson penthouse located over the hotel. When he went down the stairs, he spotted his dad and Carole.

"Dad? So you decided to show up? How was Maldives?" Kurt couldn't help the sarcastic and somewhat bitter tone. He was a pretty resentful person.

Burt kept a straight face. "Kurt, we need to talk."

Why did they look so serious? Did someone die?

Behind the married couple, the entrance door opened again, and Finn came into appearance. He looked just as confused as Kurt did.

"Why did you want me to come as soon as possible?", he asked, pointing at his phone with a frown.

Carole pointed at the at the direction of the dining room. "We can talk about it while having dinner, I will call one of the waiters to bring us something from the hotel's kitchen."

Kurt was about to open his mouth and say that he already had dinner but closed it again when his dad threw him a stern glance. All of a sudden, he felt like he was ten again.

"Sounds great", he said sheepishly, trying to remind himself that he was almost twenty-six now and didn't need to feel like that.

"Yes", another voice piped, and Kurt turned around. "I hope the hotel also serves up vegan food, I refuse to eat everything that used to have a life, or its products."

Veronica Mitchell was standing in the entrance hall all of a sudden, smiling somewhat evilly.

"Veronica", Finn said, sounding not pleased at all to see her "It's so nice to see you again.", he added, not meaning a word he said.

In fact, nobody could stand her because she obviously was a gold digger that wanted to have a big piece of the cake, and she didn't even try to hide it. But unfortunately, they couldn't get rid of her because Veronica was Burt's niece and therefore Kurt's cousin.

During dinner, the mood among the family was tensed up, Veronica who just sliced up her tofu steak was the only one who seemed to be in a good mood. When Kurt considered excusing himself and feigning a meeting with the hotel's employees, Burt cleared his throat.

"You surely wonder why I wanted to talk to you, right?"

"Nope, not really", Finn admitted, and Carole threw him a killing glance.

"Well, I do", Veronica piped, and Kurt rolled his eyes. Gosh, how he hated her.

"As you recall, we talked a lot, Veronica", Carole began and wiped her barely dirty mouth with a napkin. "About the heritage of the hotels. Finn and Kurt are the principal heirs because they are our children…"

"But the hotels belong to you and your family, Uncle Burt", Veronica cut her off impatiently. "To us and our family. I mean, since mom died, I am your next blood relative after Kurt, he - " she pointed at Finn " -isn't."

Burt looked like he would get angry any moment. "Don't talk about Finn like that ever again", he said, eyes narrowed. "Whether you like it or not, he is my son as well."

Veronica crossed her arms. "Is he? And what about your other son who wasn't even listed as an heir?"

Kurt looked up, confused. "Other son?" He had grown up as an only child, until Burt married Carole when he had been a tween. Except of Finn, he didn't have any other siblings, right? "Dad, what is she talking about?"

Feigning surprise, Veronica's eyes widened. "Oh, Kurtie, didn't your father tell you about your own brother? Your brother that died when you were a toddler?"

He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it! All the years, he had a brother?

"Dad, please tell me that she is telling lies!", Kurt gasped.

Burt's eyes had widened as well. "That's impossible. I would remember if I had another son."

"Really?" Veronica gasped theatrically. "Oh, Uncle Burt, how could you forget about your affair after your first wife's death? Do you remember the name Paige? Paige Ferguson?"

"No way, Paige told me she has lost the child before she went to…" Realization dawned on the CEO, and Burt paled. "Oh, no…"

"Oh, yes", Veronica smirked, visibly enjoying that situation. "She lied to you to raise that kid on her own. A cute baby boy, his name was Dylan. Dylan Everett Ferguson."

Kurt blinked.

He had a brother.

He had a brother.

What. The. Hell?

A small part of him was still hoping that Veronica would laugh at them and say that she had been joking.

But she didn't.

"Wait, wait.", Finn spoke up. "Why did you say was?"

Veronica nodded slowly. "Good question, step-cousin. You see, there has been a tsunami in Singapore a couple of years ago. And by coincidence, it had been around the same time Paige and her only son were on vacation at said city, I made some research." She retrieved a folder from her purse and put it on the table. "A lot of people have gone missing, so did Dylan. He and his mother were on vacation two years ago, Mrs. Ferguson's dead body had been found, but Dylan is still missing until now. But it won't take long until he will be declared dead officially."

Kurt gulped, a cold shiver was running down his spine. So his half brother was practically dead. What a horrible thought.

"And…why are you telling us all that? Why do you even care?", he wanted to know. After all, he knew Veronica since they were kids, she did nothing in good faith.

His cousin put down the fork with a piece of tofu and leaned over; her eyes were sparking maliciously. "Because that means that the next living relative will get Dylan's hotel parts and his heritage, and that's me in this case. That's how it has been like for generations."

That was the final straw. Kurt dropped the fork on his plate and glared at her angrily. "You can't be serious, right? I learn that I had a half-brother not long ago and you dare talking about your heritage? What the hell is wrong with you?! You are a ruthless, little bi…"

"Kurt, you should calm…"

"…down?", Kurt cut his dad off. He glared at him as well, he was trembling with anger. "I wouldn't say anything if I were you, dad. My half brother you didn't bother telling me about is dead! I never had the chance to get to know him, he is…"

"Dude, hang on." Finn who had retrieved his iPhone a while ago was scrolling down a website.

"Not now, Finn", Kurt snapped.

"But that Dylan dude is alive!"

Kurt closed his mouth. What did his stepbrother just say?

"I just found the screenshot of an article on Instagram", Finn explained, pushing his phone to the middle of the table. "They wrote about that Dylan guy and his mother. He was in hospital for a few months, but he seems to be fine now."

Veronica's face fell. "That…that article could be fake…"

"But what if it isn't?", Carole thought out loud. "What if he is Burt's son?"

Suddenly agitated, Burt retrieved his phone and started typing. "We will find out. I will engage a private investigator I will send to Singapore."

Veronica opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish when she realized that her plans had been upset. For the rest of the dinner, she was just staring down her plate, saying nothing. All Kurt could think about was that he hoped his ominous brother really was alive, he didn't want to know what someone ruthless like his cousin would do once she had a say in the management of a worldwide hotel chain.

…

A couple of weeks later, Burt came into Kurt's office with a faint smile and sheets in his hands.

"What is it, dad?", Kurt asked absentmindedly, not looking up from his computer's display. He needed to make calculations with the new budget of Lima's Primavera, and he still was busy with evaluating the expenses of the restaurant because Santana had complained again. This was going to be a long day…

"My private investigator…he told me that he found him. In Singapore. That article Finn found was correct. I have another son." Burt didn't really seem to believe it himself.

Kurt looked up. "No way", he gasped. "So this article wasn't fake news? Dylan is alive?"

His dad nodded slowly. "I…my private investigator found out the E-Mail address of him as well, and I already sent him a message, I invited him to Lima to get to know him."

"That's…that's a big step, dad", Kurt said, still stunned about how things had turned out. "But that's no bad idea, actually. I mean, he is your son. It would be weird if we ignored him after we found out he exists."

Suddenly nervous, Burt rubbed his hands. "I just hope we won't scare him off with this fancy place and the riches. Paige had never been wealthy, but she was too proud to let me help her out financially. What if he is like her? What if he doesn't want all that? What if he doesn't like me?"

Kurt got up and went over to his father. "You are the greatest dad a boy can wish for; you even were fine with me being gay. And if Dylan can't see that, it's too bad for him."

Burt patted his shoulder and sighed deeply. "Thanks. That means a lot to me, bud. Let's hope that it's good enough for the son I barely know."

"When will you come out, Coop?" Blaine Anderson impatiently hammered against the bathroom door. "There are other people that want to use that room, you know."

"I don't care", his brother shouted back from inside. "I may have a life-threatening disease, but my hair still needs to look perfect!"

Blaine groaned loudly. He was about to lift his hands again to continue hammering.

"C'mon, Blainers, leave him alone", another voice said amusedly. Blaine turned around and saw Dylan Ferguson walk towards him, Pepsi bottle in hand. "You know exactly that you can't get him out of the bathroom before two hours have passed."

Sighing deeply, Blaine dropped his hand again. "But it's so annoying!", he whined. "I can't hold back my…special needs anymore."

"Which special needs exactly? Masturbating? You can do that here as well." Dylan wiggled his eyebrows.

"Dylan!"

"Hey, hey, just kidding, chillax. Why don't you just go down to the Lobby's toilet, my friend?", Dylan suggested, winking.

Blaine opened and closed his mouth. "I…I actually didn't think about that, Dyl. You are a genius."

"I know", Dylan smirked. He linked arms with Blaine and went with him towards the entrance door. "That's why we are best friends. You need me."

Blaine needed to laugh.

The duo left the hotel room and went towards the elevator when they passed an elder couple on their way.

"Oh, twins, how adorable", the elder woman said and smiled at them.

Baine and Dylan both suppressed a groan. Admittedly, she was not that wrong, they really looked alike with their similar facial features, their dark hair, their tan skin and their brown-golden eyes. They looked so alike it was kind of creepy. Okay, it was definitely creepy.

That was maybe one of the reasons they had befriended back in Singapore, apart from the other, more import reason. They were convinced that Blaine and Dylan were doppelgangers, and that there must be a reason they have met.

"Are you already nervous because you are going to meet your biological father?", Blaine asked tentatively when they went down the stairs.

Dylan avoided his glance. "I don't know. I don't know how this Burt guy is going to be, whether he is going to be nice or a complete asshole like all of mom's lovers. To be honest, I am kind of scared whether I am good enough for him. Doesn't happen everyday that you find out your father is a multi-millionaire."

Blaine turned to his best friend, looking serious. "Hey, don't think any less of you. You are the most awesome son a father can wish for, never forget that. That guy is an idiot if he doesn't see that."

"Thanks, Blainers." Dylan squeezed Blaine's hand. "That means a lot to me."

…

"And it really is okay for you to ask your dad for help?", Cooper asked for the hundredth time while they were eating dinner at the hotel's restaurant. They were on their way to Dylan's dad's hotel in Lima, there were still a couple of miles left until they would arrive. Now, they were residing in a hotel in Greenville, Ohio, and they would continue their trip to Lima the next day.

"Of course", Dylan insisted. "I mean, you guys saved my life two years ago. That's the least I could do for you."

That was true. Just like Dylan, Blaine and Cooper had been on vacation in Singapore at a cheap resort two years ago. Only thanks to them, Dylan was still alive, because Blaine and Cooper had helped him onto a lifeboat before he could drown, right after he got knocked out by a tree branch falling down.

The brothers had been there for him when Dylan had been in hospital, and also when he had learned that his mother had not survived the tsunami. They had taken care of him when he needed someone, and Dylan didn't know what he would have done without them. The group of three had been inseparable ever since, and when Dylan got a message of his totally unknown tycoon dad, Blaine and Cooper had been the first who had learned it.

Helping Cooper by asking his wealthy father to pay his expensive therapy was the least he could do. Because Cooper felt worse with every day that passed, despite the medication, and even though he tried to hide it, Blaine and Dylan were aware of his daily struggle.

"I don't know how to thank you, Dyl", Blaine added.

"Don't thank me yet", Dylan said and shrugged. "I don't even know whether dear daddy will be willing to help me." Paige hadn't told him much about his dad, probably because it had been a one-night stand where both of them had been drunk. Dylan needed to shudder when he thought about that his mother almost aborted him when he had been a fetus.

Yeah, I loved you too, mom.

"What I know from the tabloids is that Burt Hummel seems to be a saint", Cooper explained and bit into a larger piece of his steak. "He has an out and proud son and a stepson who got kicked out of the army. Great, an illegitimate son is still missing in his collection."

"Coop!" Blaine shook his head. Sometimes, his brother could be kind of impertinent.

"But he is right, Blainers", Dylan agreed calmly, and Blaine turned to his best friend, surprised. "Let's just hope that Burt is as holy as the tabloids say he is so that he helps us with Cooper."

Cooper put down his fork, looking serious all of a sudden. "I don't know how many times I have said it by now, but thanks. Thanks for wanting to save me."

Smiling faintly, Dylan answered: "But that's what friends are for, Coop."

Veronica was walking up and down her hotelroom, phone pressed to her ear and kind of desperate.

"What am I going to do now?", she asked frantically.

"You are nothing but a failure, Ronnie", a male voice said into the phone. "You should feel ashamed. You only had one task, one task, and you failed it."

She blinked back tears. "I will get it right, I will…"

"No!", the voice snapped. "Stay put, and don't dare to mess things more up than you already have. I will come to Lima as soon as I have settled things here."

"But…" But her conversational partner had already hung up. Sobbing, Veronica put down the phone. She grabbed her key cars, wiped away some tears and stormed out of the room. She really needed a drink right now.

"Why do we have to walk the rest of the way to the hotel?", Cooper whined.

"Because", Blaine answered, stressing the word "We are broke, taking a cab or renting a car would have been too expensive. Besides, you already took your medication, you are fine, right?"

Cooper nodded and waved it off.

Turned out that the Primavera was on the other end of the world according to Google Maps, so they were forced to cross a forest. Luckily, the way was asphalted so that cars could get to the luxury hotel more easily.

"But that's not that bad, guys", Dylan said, good-tempered. "Fresh air is good for our health, and so is moving our bodies."

"Depends on what you mean by moving yor body" Cooper grinned dirtily. "Seriously, guys, when was the last time you have been getting laid?"

Blaine shook his head. "Seriously, Coop? Please keep comments like this one to yourself."

Cooper pouted. "How old are you, Squirt? Six?"

Grinning widely, Dylan linked arms with Blaine on his left and Cooper on his right. "Hey, don't fight, fellas. I love the both of you, no matter how messed up you are."

He let go of his two friends. "If you would excuse me, I have business to do."

"And by business, you mean…"

"Just peeing, Cooper", Dylan cut him off, still grinning. "You can go ahead, I will catch up with you when I am done."

Blaine and Cooper, not keen on wanting to see their friend pee, quickly continued walking. "But please hurry, it's not that far away anymore!", Blaine shouted.

Dylan laughed quietly and went to the other direction, further into the forest. He wanted to have some privacy, so he decided that he needed to cross the road to pee on the other side.

Whistling his favorite song, Dylan turned around and went towards the road. In the middle of the asphalted street, his phone fell out of his pocket.

"Dammit!", he cursed loudly when he bended down to pick it up and saw the cracked display.

…

Loudly slurring along to Everybody Hurts by REM while driving, Veronica wiped away her tears. She had already drunk a couple of shots, after the tenth one, she had stopped counting. Her vision was blurry due to the tears streaming down her face constantly.

She had failed.

She was a failure.

She was nothing more than a failure.

Actually, Veronica wanted to drink away her sorrow at Primavera's bar, but after only a couple of drinks, Sam, the barkeeper had told her to go to bed and refused to serve her any more drinks.

Even though Veronica had angrily pointed out that she was related to the CEO and that she would complain to her uncle, Sam had just shrugged.

"Good night, Veronica.", he had said with a charming smile. Too bad, if Sam had a couple more dollars on his bank account, she would have tried her luck. But she knew exactly that his family was the exact opposite of rich, so she had let it be.

Which led her to where she was now. On her way to Lima's city center to get more alcoholic beverages.

She continued driving across the road through the forest, not exactly in a slow and controlled way.

That's why she saw the person that just bended down to pick up something on the road far too late.

Usually, she would have been able to brake in time. But due to all the alcohol in her system, Veronica's senses were slow, and when her brain told her to stop the vehicle, she heard a loud bump.

…

Dylan was too busy with whining because of his broken phone's display that he didn't see the car coming.

When he looked up, the car was only a few inches away from him.

All Dylan could do was yelp in shock as he got hit.

The car just continued driving with squealing tires as he landed on the ground.

…

Blaine and Cooper exchanged worried glances. Did they just hear Dylan?

Quick, the brothers hurried to where the yelp came from – and were shocked to see a badly-injured Dylan lie on the ground.

While Blaine couldn't look away from him, Cooper caught a glimpse of the car's driver, a blonde with piercing green eyes. But unfortunately, the car was too fast to recognize the license number. Cooper narrowed his eyes. Whoever had done that to his friend, she would pay, he swore to himself.

"Oh my gosh!", Blaine exclaimed, and Cooper looked down to Dylan as well now. "Dyl!"

Dylan breathed heavily and had difficulties keeping his eyes open. "Listen, guys, it doesn't look good. We don't have much time…"

"No, no, don't say that!", Blaine chocked out, close to tears. "You will live, I know you will! Cooper, call 911, now!"

But Cooper was so shocked he couldn't even move.

"Listen, Blaine", Dylan wheezed and grabbed his hands. "I will never forget what you have done for me, and I want to help Cooper, no matter whether I am alive or not"

"Dyl, you will survive, you will…"

"From now on", Dylan cut Blaine off faintly but still insistently. "From now on, you will become me, Blainers. You will be Dylan Ferguson, you will live my life, and you will make sure that Cooper gets some proper treatment, do you understand? That's all I ever wanted."

"Dylan…" Blaine wiped away his tears. "Please, stay with us, please…"

"It's okay, Blainers", Dylan said softly. He was getting weaker and weaker with each second that passed. "Thank you for two awesome years, guys. They were the best of my life. You are like the family I never had."

"Dyl, no…" But Dylan's grip had already loosened, and he had closed his eyes.

"No!", Blaine called out with tears running down his face. "Coop, we need to save him! Call 911, for god's sake!"

He repeatedly tried applying CPR on Dylan's body, but sadly, it was in vain.

Dylan was dead.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, Blaine pulled the bloody body of Dylan in a hug and cried.

Cooper next to him was as pale as a ghost and had stayed silent since they had found Dylan.

But Blaine couldn't care less as he was too preoccupied with processing the death of his best friend, and more importantly, his last will.

Are you already confused? Don't worry, things will make sense soon...