A/N: So just a little amendment to the story; I know that I wrote he was eighteen in the first chapter, I want him to turn eighteen after the end of the year. Say November or December. Well hope you all enjoy reading this chapter! And thank you for all the reviews, alerts and favourites! Till next time! ;)
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Lies, Secrets and My Brother
Tyler Smythe POV
All these years I had suppressed my love and desire for Carole, pretending that she didn't exist and in my world I was glad that she didn't. She wasn't part of society, and I was very fortunate about that. I couldn't bear to see her, knowing that she could never be mine.
I left her loathing me, feeling such hatred towards me because I don't know how else I could have survived the life that I had now, if I had known that she stilled loved and cared about me the way that I knew I would always love her.
Looking back on those years; I realised that I had become exactly who I never wanted to be; just another Heir to the Smythe fortunate, living the footsteps of my forefathers. Pathetic really, not to have had the courage and strength to become who I was meant to be, and seeing Carole had brought all those memories flooding back.
I had stayed married to a woman that I could barely look at, though her beauty was stunning compared to many. She was the perfect candidate as a Smythe wife was meant to be, my own mother was a similar brand to hers, and I cringed at the all politeness of it all.
I could barely utter the three words that I had had no trouble yelling to the world that I felt for Carole when we had been together. Now I couldn't even say it to my two youngest boys, I need to fix this mess that I had created, and I had to figure out exactly how that would be.
I knew that Carole would never take me back or even anything remotely close to it, but I had hope to bring my eldest son into my life. I had a right to get to know him right? I just had to be smart about it.
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Finn Hudson POV
I hadn't told anyone about what had happened between my mother and the man that I now knew was my father. I have yet to come to terms with it all.
How can I, when all my life I had been told something else? All those pictures I had, the urn that sat on his brown chair, were they even of him? Had he even sat on the chair that I had fought so hard for? Most importantly, who or what was in my most precious urn?
I cringe to think what my mother's response would be to that question…
No wonder my mother had no real trouble about giving that chair away, it had no real meaning or value to it all this time right? I felt so ashamed and angry about it all.
How could they have done this to me, better yet, how could I ever look at my mother in the eyes ever again after knowing all this?
I picked up the urn that I had loving hugged and kissed since I could remember, weighing it in my arms, the significance of what it stood for meant nothing at all. Without even knowing I had done it, I had thrown it against my bedroom wall, causing my room to shake a little, and putting a hole through it. Ash surrounded the air, falling like it had erupted out of a volcano.
"Finn!" my mother yelled as she thrust my bedroom door open, such worry etched all over her fine features, looking me up and down for any damaged that may be all over me.
I glared at her with such sadness and disappointment, before I ran out of my bedroom door.
A gasp came from her as I ran down the hall and out the door.
"Finn come back, let's talk about this" I heard her scream towards me, but I didn't care anymore. I slammed my car door and drove out of the drive way like I had gone mad; and I guess I probably had for the moment.
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Sebastian Smythe POV
I stood with my fellow Warbler's in the crowded parking lot of Starbucks, waiting for Blaine to arrive like clockwork for his coffee cravings, for this was the only reason, I would even be caught dead hanging around like a hoodlum in one of those teenage shows.
His black Bentley turned into the parking lot, parking near the entry so he could appease his boyfriend's coffee cravings, if that was all that he craved, I laughed arrogantly as I watched them look over my direction, seeing his white porcelain boyfriend groan out loud, and seeing him pat him for reassurance I was sure.
"You look great today" I complimented Blaine with a smile, wondering how exactly he could stay with that unfashionable bean pole, when he could be with a sexy sensual guy like me.
"Thank you Sebastian" he looked at me uncomfortably, seeing that short stuff was eyeing him intently, grabbing his hands to show that I didn't affect them in anyway.
"Don't you have anyone else to bother?" the would be fashionista asked me rudely, eyeing me up and down, knowing he found me attractive, like who wouldn't think a Smythe wasn't just that?
I ignored his words and brought my attention back to Blaine.
"Call you later?" I asked him, and he blushed like he had been caught out doing something really naughty.
"How does he even have your number Blaine?" Wannabe asked Blaine questioningly as I walked towards the exit.
'Uh oh… trouble in paradise' I smirked in triumphant
"He must have asked one of the Warblers Babe" he said quickly, much to quickly I thought, and his boyfriend trustingly accepted his words, forgetting about me for the moment while they spoke about Glee for the millionth time.
'Was that all they spoke up and had in common with?' I wondered, seeing that I DID speak to Blaine almost every night for the last MONTH, and have had coffee, lunch and dinner with him countless of time.
I nodded my head to the Warblers who was still hanging around chatting, as I headed for my car and driving off home.