First, I would like to thank everyone who reviewed for the first chapter for their amazing support. It was so much more than I expected, I can honestly say, and to those who commented on this being based off of 'The Parent Trap' and 'Lottie and Lisa' - you are ever so correct. This fic is roughly based off of the movies and book, though Kurt and Bentley's mother remains dead, so it isn't exactly the same. I would agree that it is more like 'Sister, Sister' than anything.

I do hope you enjoy this episode as much as the last.

-I don't own Glee, otherwise it wouldn't be half as amazing as it is now.-

The Switch

Episode Two: Meet The Parents

There are two things in life for which we are never truly prepared:

Twins.

-Josh Billings

Bentley walked into the Hudson-Hummel household, shaking a bit.

He couldn't help but be nervous, of course, because for the first time in his life, he was going to meet his biological father. The same one he had so many times wondered what he would be like, what he would sound like, what he would look like . . . everything, and here he was, walking into his house.

Deep breaths, He reminded himself. Remember, you're not Bentley; you're Kurt. You're Kurt freaking Hummel and you can't screw this up so quickly by acting like a total-

"Kurt? That you, buddy?" Burt's voice rang from the living room, and Bentley froze.

He swallowed, suddenly finding his mouth very dry, and licked his lips. "Yeah, Dad, I'm back from Santana's." He called back, and he cursed his voice for shaking. He honestly didn't want to kick off his relationship with his biological father with a lie, but this was the only way he would probably ever meet him, and he didn't know about this Santana chic, but Kurt said that he called Santana and that she would cover for him ("Are you finally doing something bad, Hummel? I'm impressed. Yeah, sure, you were here last night, no problem.").

Bentley took one deep breath before stepping into the living room.

Oh, God, there he is.

Bentley's eyes locked on the man that was his father, slackjawed. Burt sat on the couch, his blue work shirt and cap still on, and his legs positioned with one foot flat on the floor, the other up, resting on his knee. One arm was slung across the back of the couch lazily while the other held a remote, resting on the armrest. He looked so content - so worry-free sitting there, not having any idea that the boy a few feet away from him was not the son he grew to know, but the twin he had given up so many years ago.

The one he hadn't wanted.

Bentley swallowed.

"Hey, Dad."

Kurt stepped off of the plane and into the airport and smiled, looking around. Even from inside of the airport everything was bigger and brighter. He looked out the window at the bright sky and the happy yellow tinge that seemed to touch everywhere.

Sure, maybe it wasn't the picture perfect city that dripped with movie stars and adventure that every movie portrayed, but it still kicked Ohio's ass.

"Bentley!" He heard, and turned to see three boys jogging over to him with impossibly wide smiles, flashing bright white teeth and waving their arms. Kurt tried to pinpoint which boy was which successfully. Wes was the mischievous-looking Asian boy with black hair and tanned skin, and David was the African-American with dancing eyes and a laughing smile. And . . .

. . . oh.

Kurt eyes fell on Blaine, the boy from the picure. He had beautiful, laughing hazel eyes, and a wide goofy smile that was just utterly adorable. He wore dark wash skinny jeans and a royal blue polo - such a tacky color in Kurt's eyes, but in this case he would make an exception. His black hair was in wild fluffy curls that bounced with every step, and Kurt suddenly had the overwhelming urge to run his hands through them.

Good lord, this boy was gorgeous.

And oh, hello. They were right in front of him.

You come from here,

I come from there.

You rock out in your room,

I rock a world premiere.

We're more alike than anybody could ever tell.

(Ever tell)

- One and the Same

Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato

Hi there.

I'm Kurt Hummel.

I'm Bentley Garrison.

But we're the only ones that know that, because now I'm in California. And it's too late to turn back.

I'm in Lima. It's different here, but it's where my Dad is. My real Dad.

And it's different here, but it holds my future of being famous.

And right where we are is absolutely gorgeous to us.

Burt looked up from the TV, his eyes landing on Bentley. "Hey, kiddo," He said, turning his gaze back to the TV distractedly. Bentley swallowed, staring at him, and shifted awkwardly on both feet, making Burt look back up. "Can, I, uh . . . help you with something, buddy?" He asked.

Bentley's mouth gaped for a minute, searching for a valid response, before he looked down and shook his head. "No, I . . . just . . . c-could I just have a hug?" He asked, giving a small, questioning smile.

Burt's face softened. "Yeah, bud, c'mere," He said, holding out an arm, and Bentley didn't waste any time with crossing the room and settling into the couch and into his father's arms. Burt circled his arm around Bentley's shoulders and squeezed confortingly, and Bentley curled into himself and placed his head in the crook of Burt's neck, letting his eyes slide shut as he inhaled, drinking in the sight, smell and presence of his father.

Burt smelled like motor oil and Old Spice cologne.

Bentley wouldn't have changed it if he could.

"You okay?" Burt asked, catching sight of a tear rolling down Bentley's cheek that Bentley himself had failed to notice.

"Yeah, Dad," Bentley said, a smile growing on his face as he looked up into Burt's eyes, registering fully that yes, this was his father, and here he was in his arms, as if being told that everything was going to be okay.

Because for now, it really was.

"I just missed you. A lot," He said, shifting further into Burt's grasp.

"You were gone for a night," Burt clarified with a chuckle.

Bentley sniffed. "Seemed a lot longer than that."

"Hey, guys!" Kurt said, trying to tell himself to think like Bentley, damnit! He stepped forward to wrap all three of them in a group hug, and he felt them tense a bit before awkwardly hugging back. He pulled away, and his smile faltered a little when he saw the confused smiles on the three boys, and mentally face-palmed. That probably wasn't something Bentley would do. He gave an apoogetic smile and a laugh. "Sorry, I just missed you guys." He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You were gone for five days," Blaine laughed, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes dancing with laughter.

"Right," Kurt breathed a laugh. "So what are you guys doing here?" He shoved his hands into his leather jacket pockets.

"We were gonna see if you wanted a ride," Wes said with a smile. "We were gonna head out for lunch when you came home, but we thought it'd be easier to just pick you up here if you were interested in coming."

"Oh," Kurt said, and then turned to Michael, who was grabbing his and Bentley's suitcases from the conveyer belt. "Dad," He called, and the man turned. "Can I catch a ride with the guys? We're going out."

Michael only gave a smile and a nod. "Curfew's at twelve!" He reminded, and Kurt smiled.

He turned back to the three teens. "Guess I'm with you guys." He said with a smile.

"Awesome," Blaine said with a huge Cheshire cat grin. "Let's go, then."

Kurt nodded, following the three out of the airport and falling ito step with Wes and David, who both clapped him on the back and said, "Welcome back, dude," simultaneously.

Kurt tried not to be weirded out by that, considering that Bentley had warned him about how the two were attatched at the hip, and managed to successfully look unfazed.

"Thanks, guys. Good to be back," He said with a nod, and as they reached Blaine's car, his eyes widened and he bit his lip so hard to bite back a gasp that he tasted the coppery tang of blood. Kurt would know that car anywhere - he and his Dad practically worshipped the type.

Blaine had a Ferrari Enzo. A black Ferrari Enzo.

"Dibs on riding with Blaine in his new car!" David called out next to him with a triumphant laugh, taking Kurt out of his trance with a start.

"Aw, no fair! I wanted to ride with him," Wes pouted.

"Too bad, so sad," David said, sticking his tongue out.

"Incredible to see that you two haven't matured in the few days I've been gone," Kurt remarked, trying to think like Bentey and mask his awe of the car.

He earned a loud laugh from Blaine."Hey, you guys, I think it's Bentley's turn," He said, shooting Kurt a playful wink.

Kurt gave a sort of strangled laugh and smirked at the two pouting boys, trying to stay in character, as odd as that sounded to say it out loud. "Ha, Blaine likes me more," He teased, and Blaine laughed again, but it sounded more surprised.

"Someone has a sudden rush of confidence," Blaine said, his eyes scrunched with laughter adorably.

No, God damn! You cannot think that he's adorable when you're trying to be a straight guy, damn it!

Kurt stepped back with wide eyes as the doors popped out and up, tilting as they rose, but snapped out of it and got into the vehicle when Blaine did, being as careful as he could possibly be. As the doors shut, he slid his large Prada sunglasses up on his nose sassily and looked over at Blaine.

"Well that's because I have a reason to be," He said, raising his eyebrows twice suggestively with a smirk.

Blaine laughed.

Kurt could've sworn he'd also seen him blush.

Bentley walked into McKinley for the first time, taking a deep, shaking breath. Kurt had given him a detailed map of the school and a copy of his schedule, but still - Kurt said he'd had perfect attendance save for trips to the Pricipal's office for the glee boys' antics and bullies going too far, and he really didn't want to mess it up for him.

He stopped at his locker, and Mercedes walked up to him with a smile.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" She aked cheerily, and Bentley decided that he liked her already, and smiled back.

"The ceiling, the sky, Finn's height, the number of women Puck's slept with, obesity rate, America's debt . . . shall I go on?" Bentley raised an eyebrow to go with the question, and Mercedes laughed. Bentley just barely held back a sigh of relief, glad that he had successfully said something that was very Kurt-esque.

Mercedes smiled broadly and linked their arms once Bentley shut the locker. "Boy, you are just all kinds of crazy today," She said.

Bentley was going to reply, but just then, Finn and a Mohawked boy that Bentley recognized as Puck decided to run down the hall, clutching cans of spray paint and toilet paper stuck to their feet and clothes. Their eyes were wide and they kept looking over their shoulders at something, rushing through the crowds.

"Look out! Look out!" They both called, dodging open lockers and shifting around stray teens.

Moments later, a scary-looking blonde-haired woman charged after them, looking positively furious.

"Yeah, you better run, perverts! I'll tell you right now, my Cheerios do not need any distractions . . . !" Her voice faded away with every angry step, and soon the crowded hallway was awkwardly quiet.

Bentley swallowed. That Sylvester chic was even more frightening than Kurt had prepared him for.

He cleared his throat and turned up his chin. "Well, considering that everyone else here is quite crazy," He glanced down the hall, "I suppose it was only a matter of time before it spread to me," He said, turning in the direction of French class.

Mercedes laughed. "Whatever you say, white boy."

Bentley started to laugh, when suddenly a small, brown-haired girl roughly crashed into him.

The girl looked up with big, brown apologetic eyes and God, Bentley was damned if they weren't the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen in his life.

"Oh, sorry Kurt," The girl apologized, snaping Bentley out of his trance. "These idiots really need to watch where they're tossing me around," She gave one withering glare towards the crowds, clutching her notebooks to her chest, looking so beautiful and incredibly delicate to Bentley.

"Give it up, Rachel," Mercedes said, "They're never gonna stop pushing us around, even when we're famous. They'll be pushing into our own septic tanks while cleaning them," She rolled her eyes.

Bentley blinked. This was Rachel? This was the girl he was supposed to be in competition with while at the same time be her friend? (God, that sounded confusing to him . . . ) This was the annoying girl that never stopped talking about herself?

She didn't look selfish at all.

To Bentley, she just looked lost and lonely.

Rachel gave a half-hearted smile and a short nod in response to Mercedes before her eyes flicked back to Bentley. Her brow furrowed. "Kurt?" She asked, looking at Bentley with worry.

"Hm?" Bentley shook his head a bit and looked at her as platonically as he could.

Rachel looked down a little. "You were staring at me," She said quietly with a small smile.

Mercedes sighed. "Oh, Rachel, honey, you just broke things off with Finn," She reminded Rachel kindly. "You can't start convincing yourself that every other boy likes you, at least not yet," She teased, nudging Rachel arm a bit.

Rachel smiled back. "Right," She said, and then the school bell rang out through the halls and her eyes moved to one of them before falling back on the two friends. "Well, I'll see you guys in glee, I suppose," She said, and walked by them without another word, heading to her next class.

Bentley and Mercedes watched her go, sadness clear on their features.

"I feel so bad for her," Mercedessaid, making Bentley look over. "I mean, she and Finn have already gone through so much," She turned and started walking to Spanish. "And it all came crashing down because Finn was too overwhelmed with college coming so quickly and everything," She let out a sigh.

"I kind of feel like I should kick his ass when we get home," Bentley said, not having to lie about that.

Mercedes chuckled. "And maybe you should," She said, turning in the othe direction. "See you, Kurt," She waved before walking away and out of Bentley's sight.

Bentley stood still for a moment before sighing and pulling the map out of his pocket.

"Let's see . . ." He mumbled to himself. "French class. . ."

He followed the map, making his way down the hall.

Kurt belly-flopped onto Bentley's water-bed, laughing a little at how it bounced underneath him, and pulled out Bentley's cell phone. The two had traded cell phones before parting, that way they wouldn't have to swap every single contact, and they could just put each others' numbers in the phones. He scrolled through Bentley's contacts, smiling a little as his eyes scanned over Blaine's name, and he tapped on 'Kurt,' moving the phone to his ear.

It took a couple of rings for Bentley to pick up, and Kurt started idly toying and pulling at a stray string that hung off of Bentley's comforter to distract himself before he heard Bentley's scarily familiar voice.

"Hello?"

Kurt smiled. "Well, hello to you, too," He said.

"Oh, hey, Ku- Bentley!" Kurt raised an eyebrow as Bentley cut himself off and gave a nervous laugh, obviously moving away from somewhere. "No, Dad, it's fine; it's just a guy I met at the Lima Bean the other day," There was shuffling on the other end of the line, and then the sound of a door closing. "Sorry 'bout that, but, God, your Dad is overprotective," Bentley chuckled.

"Our Dad, Bentley," Kurt corrected, and there was a short pause before he got a response.

"Yeah, our," Bentley said, and Kurt smiled at the content tone. "So, anyway, what's goin' on, my brother from the same dead mother?"

Kurt would've laughed, but, remembering why he had even called in the first place, his eyes narrowed. "What's up? I'll tell you what's up - the doors on Blaine's freaking Ferrari Enzo, that's what freaking up," He said.

"Oh, yeah, isn't it sweet?" Came Bentley's excited voice. "Did he let you ride with him? Or did Wes or David call shotgun again?"

Kurt rested his chin in his hand. "No, I got to ride with- wait! I'm mad at you!" He cut himself off and shook his head roughly, as if it would rid him of any distractions.

"Oh, um . . . okay, can I ask why?"

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose between his fore finger and thumb. "Bentley, hel-lo!" He spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He threw his free hand up. "How the Hell can he afford something like that all on his own?" He asked.

"I told you he had money," Bentley protested with a laugh.

"Yeah, Bent, you said he had money," Kurt said. "You didn't say that he was a freaking billionaire," He accused.

"Well technically, his parents are the billionaires," Bentley said, and Kurt could practically hear him smirking through the phone. "He just gets a bunch of stuff and has a huge allowance."

"Whatever, Bentley," Kurt was annoyed, but he couldn't fight the smile that crept onto his face at his brother's smart-ass-ness.

"Aw, come on, that was funny!"

"You are such a child," Kurt said, trying not to laugh.

"I know you're smiling over there, I can sense it through the phone," Bentley teased.

"I am not," Kurt argued, though a short laugh escaped his lips.

"Ha! I heard you laugh!"

Kurt laughed and dropped his face into the palm of his hand. "I hate you," He said.

"No, you looove me," Bentley emphasized the word 'love.'

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What makes you so sure?" He asked.

"I'm your twin - you have to love me, we're like . . . attatched by our souls or something," He said.

Kurt laughed loud in confusion and his brow furrowed. "What?" He laughed.

"It's true - I looked it up," Bentley said smartly, and Kurt shook his head.

"Whatever - you also didn't say that he was the, like, the most perfect person in the world," Kurt mumbled, still tugging at the stray string.

"Huh? What do you mean the most perfect person in the world? I'm pretty sure I have that spot filled," Bentley said, Kurt laughed. "Wait, you don't have . . . a crush on him, do you?"

Silence.

Bentley laughed in disbelief. "Oh my God, you do! You like Blaine!"

Kurt blushed profusely. "No, I don't!" He protested.

"Oh, really," Bentley said sarcastically, and Kurt knew hewas rolling his eyes.

"Well, I . . . I don't know if I do or not," Kurt said quietly. "I mean, give me a break - he's sweet, and cute, but I've only known him for a day. Is it bad that I may like him just a little?" Kurt asked.

"Well, considering that you're pretending to be me, and I just so happen to be straight, then yes, Kurt, I'd say it is bad," He said.

Kurt sighed. "Yeah, well, maybe it'll go away once I get to know him better," He reasoned. "Listen, I'm gonna take a shower. I'll call you tomorrow, alright?" He said.

"Yeah, sure. Make sure to get in those hard-to-reach places!"

"Goodbye, Bentley," Kurt said with a smile, and hung up when he heard Bentley's laughter.

He sighed and gathered his stuff for the shower.

This was gonna be a long few weeks.

Next Episode: Bentley goes through his first Glee Club meeting, and finds an interest in a certain brunette soloist, while Kurt starts spending more time with Blaine.