A/N: These chapters keep getting longer... but I swear they're slowly starting to get more and more interesting.

Disclaimer: Not really mine, at all.

Two weeks at Dalton and Grace really felt like she was starting to find her place and rhythm at the school. Her alarm went off at exactly seven am, she'd gotten her morning routine down to a perfect schedule that got her to breakfast just before the rush.

This morning in particular was kind of a big one. Liam, so far the only freshman Warbler, had actually invited her to sit with him at breakfast. Maybe it sounded silly for that to be a big deal, but the thing was, the Warbler boys didn't invite people to sit with them unless they were either dating them, or interested in dating them. And Liam Frost had asked her to sit with them.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't have a giant crush on him. So did nearly every girl in her grade. He was stereotypically cute, with sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes and the kind of smile movie stars had, and given that they shared a music class together, she'd already gotten to hear him sing and his voice was so smooth it was like sinking into a bath of melted chocolate.

And wow did she need to work on her similes… she called herself a song writer?

She hurried to the bathroom, it was a big morning, she needed to look good.

Grace had her shower, and then stared at herself in the mirror, contemplating the small bag on makeup she had with her. The only time she'd ever worn makeup was once when she did a small photo shoot on a mini collection her dad had done (the collection was called The Grace Collection and because she was part of the inspiration they'd wanted to feature her in some of the clothes), and that had been done by professionals. She actually only had makeup because her dad's friend, Rachel (she called her 'Aunt Rachel' even though she wasn't really her aunt) had insisted on taking her shopping for school supplies and had said she needed it.

She was too intimidated by the foundation (she'd seen too many girls rocking the 'orange face' look) and had no idea what concealer was even for. So she settled on keeping it safe with a little bit of mascara, and the black looked good against her blue eyes, and a sheer pink lip gloss. As she was putting on the final touches two giggling girls walked into the bathroom. They stopped promptly upon seeing her.

'Keep trying, that stuff's not going to make you any prettier.' Lydia Anderson said, earning a laugh from the other girl Sophia.

Grace took a deep breath, trying to control her anger as she grabbed her things and left. Lydia Anderson hadn't liked her from the first moment they'd met. In fact, Lydia Anderson barely liked anyone. People were nice to her because she could be really mean and scathing when she wanted to be (which was often), not because they were really her friends. What frustrated Grace the most was that people couldn't seem to tell them a part. The number of times she'd had people stop talking when she walked into a room, or mutter a 'sorry Lydia' if they bumped into her was astonishing…

She could see why… there were some startling similarities between the way they looked. But Lydia's hair was coloured lighter, and she always had a frown on her face. But really, if she heard one more comment about how 'freaky' it was that they looked 'exactly alike' she just might actually punch someone.

It was ten past eight when she got back to dump all of her stuff in her room. Liam had said he would meet her a quarter past, and she didn't want to be dorkishly early, or too late. So she decided to fish through her things until she found a sweater she wanted to wear. Breakfast was the one time the teachers were more relaxed on the uniform rules, which was good. Because this sweater was the exact right shade of blue to really bring out her eyes. It was exactly the right colour because two years ago her dad had made it for her… and then had fallen so in love with his own design he'd added it to his fall collection and since then a version of the 'Grace Sweater' had been a part of each years collection. She slipped the sweater on over her white blouse and folded her blazer neatly before putting it in her book bag, which she was taking with her.

Before she left she threw a pillow at Janelle.

'Get up! Or you'll be late, again.'

'No. Go away.' Came the muffled reply as the girl buried her head further into her pillows.

'Leaving right now.'

It was just on quarter past, so by the time she got to the cafeteria she was a couple of, fashionable minutes late. Liam was already waiting in the steadily growing line to get breakfast, holding two trays. She stepped into the line next to him with a grin.

'Good morning.'

'Morning.' He flashed her a smile that made her heart beat a little bit faster and she had to remind herself to calm down, that they were just hanging out, it was no different to how they sat next to each other and harmonised in music class.

The more they made small talk the more she was able to relax. It was all fine… no big deal at all. Not all the Warblers were at the table yet, and they sat down next to each other. At the pauses in their conversations Liam would give her the most incredibly cute, shy smile that sent more butterflies straight to her stomach.

'Grace, you have to be invited to sit at this table.'

Grace looked up to see Lydia sitting down in front of her, nothing but a paper coffee cup with her.

'Why do you bother coming here every morning when all you drink is warm water?'

'It's green tea and it's good for you.'

'My apologies.' Grace said, making sure her tone said she wasn't sorry at all.

'Wow, Grace, you don't have to be such a bitch.' Lydia said. 'Liam, your taste in girls in questionable. You don't want to be associated with someone so rude.'

'Excuse me?' Grace spluttered. 'Are you actually serious right now?'

'What? You were just incredibly rude to me just then, and it's not the first time.'

'Oh because you're just such an angel to everyone.'

'I am though.'

'Cut it Lydia, no ones buying the act. Here's a newsflash for you… everyone thinks you're a bitch.' Grace could sense the cafeteria slowly getting quieter as people zoned in on the fact that they were having a fight.

Lydia let out a shocked noise and her jaw dropped open. 'I'm a bitch? You're a bitch for calling me a bitch. I can't believe you would say such a thing.'

'I can't believe it's the first time you've had someone call you out on it. You talk about everyone behind their backs, you walk around like you've got a pole of superiority shoved up your ass, and the only reason anyone is nice to you is because for some godforsaken reason they're scared of you. But you've never met me before, and I'm not scared to tell you how it is. You're a rude cow and no one likes you.'

'Bitch!' Lydia picked up her cup of tea and threw it at Grace.

There was a moment of dead silence, all eyes on the two girls.

Grace slowly stood up. 'Do you have any idea how much this sweater is worth?'

'Please, it's a crappy cheap sweater that doesn't even look good on you anyway. Learn what fashion is honey.'

Not having a clue what possessed her, Grace actually leapt forward, across the table and tackled Lydia to the ground. Lydia screamed and attacked back. Instantly the spell on the cafeteria was broken as people started yelling and shouting, cheering on either one of the girls.

'What in heavens name is going on here!' Mrs Marling, a history teacher yelled at the top of her lungs, heading straight to the centre of the commotion. 'Girls! What is the meaning of this?'

Both girls stopped mid-fight, each looking a little worse for wear. Lydia was the first to stand up and try to regain herself.

'She started all of it.'

'And it looks like you retaliated. Miss Hummel I am so disappointed in you.'

'I am not Grace.' Lydia huffed.

'Oh,' for a brief moment the outraged look on Mrs Marling's face disappeared as she looked back and forth between the two girls. 'Right, well I want both of you to come with me right away. The rest of you, get yourselves to class. Now!'

Both Lydia and Grace shamefully followed Mrs Marling out of the cafeteria and straight down the school to where the offices where. The principal, Mr Walker, had a small waiting room beside his office, where both girls were instructed to sit down on the couch until he was ready to see them.

Grace had taken off her destroyed sweater and looked at it mournfully. There was no saving it, she supposed she was at least thankful that the water hadn't been boiling, or else she'd have some intense burns on her chest to deal with as well.

'Mr Walker will see both of you now.'

Mr Walker was a stern, serious looking man. He wore a sharp suit, and was sitting up straight in his chair, hands folded together as he gave the girls a steady gaze. They both sat down quietly.

'Mrs Marling has informed me of the scene she walked in on in the cafeteria. I would like you to, one at a time, recount the events leading up to such a display. Starting with you Lydia.' He said looking at Grace.

'I'm Lydia.' Lydia said. 'What is with people at this school? We don't look that much alike!'

'We kind of do.' Grace said quietly.

'Shut up.'

'Miss Anderson!'

'Sorry.' Lydia snapped. 'I was completely innocent in this. I sat down at the table, and obviously she didn't want me there, so she started spouting all this crap about how I'm rude, and a bitch, and no one likes me and obviously that really upset me, so I maybe threw my drink at her-

'-Her hot drink.' Grace chimed in. 'I could have been seriously injured.'

'Miss Hummel, you will get your chance to speak. Continue Lydia.'

'Anyway, I only did that because she was upsetting me, and then she just full on attacked me physically. It was assault sir. I hit my head, and I'm pretty sure it's bruised. What if she did permanent damage?'

'Not like anyone would be able to tell.' Grace muttered.

'What was that Grace?' Lydia asked.

'Nothing Lydia, please, continue with your story.' Grace gave her an overly fake, sweet smile.

Lydia huffed. 'That's all I have to say sir.'

'Ok. Would you like to speak now Grace?'

'Yes I would. For the past two weeks I've had to put up with Lydia saying very rude things to and about me, and not just about me, but about everyone. I don't know where she grew up, but apparently she never learnt manners,'

'Says the girl from New York.'

'Lydia, please, let Grace finish.'

'Anyway, snide comments as we pass each other in the halls I can deal with. It's not like it's the first time I've had to deal with people being rude to me, in fact I'm kind of used to it. But this morning she sat down, uninvited, across from me, called me a bitch, called me rude, and questioned a boy's taste in girls because he likes me and not her. So I simply confronted Lydia with the truth, thinking that perhaps no ones ever been honest with her before and let her know that people here don't actually like her, they're just afraid of her. She then threw her hot drink on me, emphasis on the hot, it was sheer luck that the drink had cooled down just enough to not burn me. But it did ruin a very expensive, one of a kind, designer sweater that meant a lot to me. And I'm afraid I lashed out. I promise it will never happen again though.'

'Believe it or not girls, this is not the first time we've had such a conflict. Of course, it is the firs time we've had one with girls.' He let out an uncharacteristic chuckle as though he'd just made a funny joke. 'But I think I have a suitable punishment for you. This time around we won't tell your parents, however, should I hear even a hint of something like this again they will be informed immediately.'

'Maybe there is a God after all.' Grace sighed.

'Both of you will be on a lock-down. No leaving your rooms for any reason other than classes and meals. If you need to go to library for research you will seek out permission to do so first.'

Both girls sighed, it wasn't quite as bad of a punishment as they were expecting.

'I believe both of you are leaving on the weekend we have a half day Friday in two weeks?'

They nodded.

'Your punishment will carry out until then. Both of you will also be moving into the spare room in the building your dorms are in.'

'What?' Lydia exclaimed.

'Yes, part of this punishment will be for the two of you to room together until such a time comes where you learn to get along.'

'Sir! You- you can't do that!' Lydia said.

'And why not Miss Anderson? Please enlighten me.'

'I… it's going to take forever to move all of my things, and I've just gotten settled. It's not fair.'

'It's also not fair to be calling your fellow students names,' He turned to a now smirking Grace. 'Or physically attacking them. You will receive late passes on your way out. I expect you to be moved into your new room tonight.'

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'It's ridiculous that I even have to do this.' Lydia scoffed as Sophia helped her dump the last of her stuff into her 'new' room. Grace was silently moving about, setting up her things.

'Just grin and bare it for a while, and pretend that you're best friends with her until they let you move back out.'

Lydia glanced at Grace who hummed to herself, setting up a framed photo on the… shared… beside table in between their single beds.

'Right. Shouldn't be too hard. I can act. I just hope she can too.'

'She,' Grace suddenly whirled around. 'Can actually hear you.'

'Whatever.' Lydia rolled her eyes. She turned to Sophia. 'We're not supposed to have visitors, and I think there'll be teachers checking on us really frequently so… I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Yeah, ok.' Sophia nodded and left the room.

Lydia watched Grace shove a guitar case under the bed and sighed. She'd go through the plan she had for them to get out of the room as quickly as possible later. For now she wanted to sort out her things and just go to sleep.

As she started sorting through her things Grace's phone rang.

'Hi…' Grace said hesitantly. 'Yeah… not much at all really. Yep, everything is fine.'

Lydia rolled her eyes. All parents were the same. She went to put her own photo of her and her dad, taken a couple of years ago with her old horse on their property, when she snuck a peak at the photo Grace had set up. She blinked several times before picking up the photo to get a closer look. She glanced back at Grace who was sitting on her bed, still on the phone.

'I know, yeah… today's been kind of long so I'm kind of ready to just go straight to bed… alright… love you too. Bye.'

As soon as she hung up Lydia gave her a demanding look.

'Why the hell do you have a photo of my dad?'

Grace frowned in confusion. 'What are you talking about?'

'You have a photo of my dad!' Lydia waved the frame in her face.

'Stop that before you break it.' Grace snatched it off her. 'I have no idea what you're talking about, it's a photo of my dad.'

'No. No.' Lydia grabbed her own photo and showed it to Grace. 'Tell me that isn't the same man.'

Grace stared at the photo for a moment, at first confused about why there was a photo of her with a strange man. Then she slowly comprehended that the girl in the picture was actually Lydia, and the man… well, he looked very similar to the one in hers… the dark hair (though in Lydia's his hair was curly, while in hers it was slicked down), the strong jaw-line, the most identifiable feature though was the triangular shaped eyebrows. It was difficult to ignore.

'You're sure?' Grace asked.

'Yes.'

'Our dads knew each other?' She asked, slowly sinking back down onto her bed. 'They… oh my god, this is your dad?'

'Yes!'

'Wow.'

'Um… uh, why did you have that photo to begin with? I mean, why have a photo with a man you don't even know framed and sitting by you?'

Grace turned the photo towards Lydia so she could see it. 'See the look on my dad's face there?'

'Yeah…'

'I have never in my life seen him that happy. Not once. Not for anything. Whoever that man is… all I know is that he's the only one who can make my dad that happy again. The only one.'

'Is your dad, um…' Lydia paused. 'Gay?'

Grace tensed slightly, it was a sore point from the past but she tried not to show it. 'Obviously.'

'Was he uh… was he ever married?' Lydia asked with a shaky breath, causing Grace to frown.

'What?'

'Your dad, was he ever married?'

'I uh… no? I don't think so.'

'Well, do you know how you came about?' Lydia asked, she could already see the pieces falling into place in front her, but refused to believe it.

'What do you mean?'

'What do you think I mean. How did your father, a homosexual man, end up with a child?'

'I…' Grace stopped. 'I guess I never thought about it.'

'Oh god. I think I'm actually going to be sick.' Lydia muttered.

'What?'

'When's your birthday?'

'My birth- what does this have to do with anything at all?'

'Just answer the question.'

'March 15.'

'Year?'

'2018.'

'This is so not happening right now.' Lydia sat down on her own bed.

'What? Stop being so freaking vague!'

'We have the same birthday, year and everything.'

'So? Like a billion people are born a day or something like that. That's not that weird.'

'How many times these past weeks have you been mistaken for me?'

'I…' Grace stopped, her mind finally able to piece together what Lydia was implying and she started to shake her head vigorously. 'No. Nope. No… that's not… that's… no.'

'Call your dad right now, ask him if he was ever married. Ask him if he knew Blaine Anderson.'

'Why don't you ask yours?' Grace exclaimed.

'Because he's too busy for a teenage daughter.'

'We're not twins. That's the most ridiculous thing ever.'

'Grace…'

'No. We're not. Because my life is not a Lindsay Lohan movie and my dad would never do that to me. He just wouldn't.'

'They obviously didn't think we'd ever find out about each other.'

'No. Family is the most important thing in the world to him. He wouldn't split up sisters, let alone twins. He wouldn't… he…'

'Call him.' Lydia insisted.

'No. Lydia I-'

Lydia had found her phone amongst the pile of things still sitting on her bed and placed it firmly in her hand.

'Call your Dad and ask him about Blaine Anderson. Just say 'do you know him?' and you'll get your answer.'

'I know he knew him!' Grace exclaimed gesturing to the photo. 'If the photo isn't evidence enough. I… I'll call my Pop instead. I think I'll get more of a straight answer out of him anyway.'

'Whatever, I don't care, just called someone.'

'I still don't see why you can't do the same thing.'

'And here I am thinking I was a walking advertisement for family problems. Hurry up Grace.'

'Ok! Ok…' Grace quickly scrolled through her contacts until she found her grandfathers phone number. She tried to ignore how much she was shaking as she sat down on the bed and listened to the ring tone. Hopefully it was nothing… just a freakish coincidence that the two of them looked alike. It happened all the time… right? Doppelgangers and that? Who just happened to be related to someone who was linked with your dad and have the same birthday as you. Perfectly common occurrence.

'Grace?'

Grace started at the sound of her Pop's voice finally picking up his voice.

'Oh, uh, hey Pop. How are you?'

'Good,' his tone was slightly suspicious. 'How are you?'

'Great. I'm great. Just… great.'

'Good to hear.'

'Yep.' Grace looked up from her lap to see Lydia pacing back and forth making gestures to get her to hurry up.

'So, while I love hearing from my wonderful granddaughter, I'm a little curious as to why you've actually called.'

'I uh… research.'

At this Lydia stopped pacing and mouthed 'Research?' at her with a frustrated look. Grace tried to communicate with her to calm down and that she had an idea forming.

'Research?'

'Yeah… creative writing class. We're supposed to um, be inspired by something about our lives.'

'Kiddo, you're confusing you're old Pop here. Why did you need to call me?'

'Well, um, I figured I have a pretty interesting story, you know… girl raised by her single, gay father, it's not exactly common, you know? So a great source of inspiration. But I kind of realised that I've never asked the 'where did I come from' question.'

Burt Hummel started coughing like he was choking on something, and Grace was immediately alarmed.

'Pop? Are you ok?'

'I'm fine. Just fine. Uh… I thought you already had the um, birds and the bees talk and is over the phone really-'

'Oh my god Pop!' Grace interrupted. 'Not what I meant!'

'Oh, ok. Good. That's good. Then, uh, what did you mean?'

'Well, just um, how does a gay, single man, living in New York, end up with a kid? I never even thought to ask.' She said, then continued quickly before Burt could interrupt her. 'It's only that obviously when I was a kid I was kind of confused I didn't have a mother, right? So Dad explained to me how he liked boys and that was why and I was content with that. And um, this is a little embarrassing, but it's only just occurred to me now that if my Dad isn't into women, um, how did he get me? Was I adopted? Was it a surrogate? And why? What would possess him to want to raise a kid on his own?'

'Grace, sweetheart, this is a conversation you need to have with your dad.'

'Can't you just tell me?' She put a slight whine into her voice to be more convincing. 'His phone went straight to his voicemail, and I need to do this tonight.'

'It's really not my place to tell you.'

Grace was losing him, so in a panic she blurted out. 'What about Blaine Anderson?'

There was a pause of silence on the other end of the phone and then a quiet. 'What?'

'I… what do you know about him?'

'Grace, where did you hear that name?'

'Is that really important?'

'Very.'

'I uh… someone here knows him, and heard my last name… asked if I had any connection to Kurt Hummel, I thought it was because of the whole, you know, fashion designer thing, but they brought up Blaine and I just… I wanted to know. I was too scared to ask Dad so please, please don't tell him.'

'It's really not my place to talk about it.'

'Pop…'

'Blaine was… Blaine and your father were married.'

'What?'

'Back before you were born, and they decided they wanted to start a family. You came along and not long after the marriage fell apart.'

'Why?'

'Look, this is a conversation you need to have with your Dad ok? I feel really uncomfortable telling you this without his permission.'

'Ok... I uh… thanks for telling me though. I should go then.'

'Wait, Grace,'

'Yeah?'

'I want you to know that… Blaine was, is, a good man. He, he really did love you, does still love you, I'm sure. Ok?'

'Ok. I should um, I have to go.'

'Alright. I'll see you in a couple of weeks.'

'Yep, see you then. Bye.'

She hung up the phone and quickly dropped it at her side.

'Well?' Lydia asked urgently.

Slowly Grace looked up at her. 'They were… they were married.' As she said in out loud she felt her eyes start to well up and breathing get significantly shallower. 'They were married and decided that they wanted to have a kid and not long after having a kid they split up.' She wiped at the tears that were threatening to fall hoping to stop them. 'I'm guessing that Pop left out the part where they actually had twin girls, and split them up too, because I'm struggling to find another explanation.'

'Wow.' Lydia sat on her own bed facing Grace. 'I uh, I had kind of hoped that phone call would disprove my theory.'

Grace shrugged. She'd been hoping that too. But the information was there and there didn't seem to be any other explanation for it. Slowly she looked up at Lydia and gave her half a smile.

'So… twinsies?'

Lydia's laughed loudly, and slightly bitterly in response. 'I guess so. Twinsies.'

A/N: Next chapter is the switch :) and should be up soon.