Identical

Summary: When Burt gets one too many calls from his twins' school, the Congressman finds himself enrolling Kurt and Carson in Dalton Academy. His hopes are that they'll stay out of trouble while he's in the capitol. Of course, that's a long shot, but nothing beats a failure but a try.

AN: Yeah. My name is Janelle and I'm the author of this fic. I couldn't think of a title so there you go. THis is my excuse to write a Dalton!fic. And Carson Phillips as Carson Hummel. In Dalton.

Chapter 1

"I'm not sure why you think we can't take care of ourselves, dad. We've been doing a great job since you've been gone."

Burt only hummed, ignoring his son as he navigated his way off the main road. Kurt sat to his right, staring out the passenger side window and presumably ignoring his twin brother as well.

That meant nothing to his twin though. Carson continued to speak. He slouched down in the second row of seats not even caring that his seat belt felt uncomfortable around his neck. Pissed off was a term that'd best describe his mood at the moment. "We're high school seniors for goodness sake. You've worked late almost every day since we were 11 and we've managed then. Besides," Carson sat up a little straighter and spoke to the back of the man's bald head. "You can't name one time we haven't been trust worthy."

He huffed and it turned into a laugh; an action that made Carson sank in his seat once again. "Do you wanna bet on that kid?" Burt asked. "Are you not the same one that I get phone calls home because of almost every day?"

Kurt smirked at his father's question. Maybe he was trustworthy but there was no way that Carson could say the same. Not when just last week he'd been thrown in detention for calling their history teacher a know-nothing hag.

But Kurt had grown more than used to the complaining. Carson had something to say about everything.

"You haven't gotten a call in a long time, dad." Carson said flatly.

Seriously. Blackmail the school once and suddenly you're public enemy number one.

Burt continued to drive through Westerville, observing the neighborhood as he went. "A long time? A week isn't that long of a time bud."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he leant back in the passenger seat. "For him it is."

"And why can't you just be cooperative like your brother?" Burt asked. Once he glanced up at his son through the rearview, he wondered what the smirk on Carson's lips meant. The boy pulled at the strings of his blue hoodie and almost laughed.

"Are you talking about Kurt? Dad," Carson stopped to laugh now, "We're going to an all-boy's school. Kurt is cooperative because there will be a field of gay guys to choose from—"

"It's not a gay school you dimwit!"

Carson scoffed. "It is a gay school, Kit-Kat."

"Can you two stop?" their father sounded absolutely exasperated and Kurt couldn't blame him. This was stressful for Burt too. Not only did he have to uproot his sons to a new school (mainly because of Carson) but the work in DC had him completely exhausted. "I don't want to drop you two off at your new school while you're down each other's throats. That's not the impression I want to give off of my two bright, talented AP students."

Carson threw his head back, only wincing a little when it hit the headrest hard. This was not the way he envisioned his senior year. Especially with a month gone already. Who transfers after the school year begins? And why should they even have to? There was literally 8 months of school left to make it through.

"I can't believe this."

Kurt glanced to the second row of seats and shook his head. "Honestly, Car? You're not the only person that's sulking. All of my friends are back in Lima—"

"Friends? You had friends?" the younger twin chuckled.

"Carson." Burt warned.

Kurt faced forward with a smile of his own. "Wasn't Malerie the only friend you had? And Santana when you two weren't breaking up—"

"Kurt. Both of you! I'm not talking to you again."

Burt's voice was authoritative as he spoke to his eldest and Kurt nodded, immediately quieting down. He looked back out the passenger side window as Carson shook his head and looked out his own.

The rest of the ride was driven in silence until Kurt turned on the radio. Adele sang lowly and Burt signaled left. In about 10 minutes, they'd be seeing their new school for the very first time.

Burt was grateful for the quiet. His mind could think freely. He couldn't imagine leaving his sons in Ohio being tormented by idiots while he was too far away too do anything. Sure, Carson stood up for himself and for his brother when he saw someone bothering him, but that didn't stop jocks from initiating trouble, no matter how hard both his boys tried to hide it. He knew all about Kurt being bullied and Carson being hurt defending the both of them, and the thought that Dalton would protect them from that made him feel less guilty about leaving for work. If he had his way, he'd be able to change things for not only his kids, but everyone's.

-x-

And just like Carson expected, Dalton Academy was a huge, rich, douche of a school.

The outside had beautifully trimmed hedges, a large statue of some guy who Carson assumed was Robert Dalton (it'd only make since) and a student and faculty parking lot- each filled with foreign cars. The entrance read "Dalton Academy High School of Excellence" surrounded by marble columns that let everyone know the school had more money than they knew what to do with.

And somewhere a few towns over, there was a school that couldn't afford new textbooks. Many of the students at McKinley honestly believed that the war they were still in was the Cold War.

"Here we are boys." Burt spoke, staring up at the large building. "C'mon. Let's get you guys inside."

"I hope you know you're carrying all of your shit by yourself Kurt." Carson told him, lifting the trunk of his dad's SUV. Kurt reached inside as he continued. "You didn't even need to bring all of this."

"Not everyone can live off of one shopping bag of clothes like you, brother." Kurt said, glaring at the bag in Carson's hand. The younger smirked.

"I think they can at a uniform school, you genius."

"Stop the bickering." Burt said tiredly.

Kurt obeyed his father and didn't speak another word. He did however pick up his bag and shove it at Carson's chest.

"Help me take my stuff, little bro?"

Burt stared at the both of them and Carson rolled his eyes, returning the fake smile from his twin. "Of course, Kurtie." With a sarcastic glare, he started to walk away, leading the path to the entrance of the building. Kurt straightened out his cardigan before dropping his luggage to the floor, closing the trunk and dragging it along.

When they passed the threshold, Kurt's eyes went wide at the aesthetics of it all. The tiled floor was so clean that it shined. There was a large painting of the school when it was first built hanging on the front wall; a breakfront with trophies and awards everywhere. The paint was a creamy color above a polished wood grain with gold trimming and it was really, really nice.

Burt smiled at the interior of the building, pleased that it wasn't simply the outside that was well kept. He noticed a few students in the trademark red and blue blazers looking at them and glanced back at his sons. The boys looked up and stared at the twins.

"Looking for the main office?" one asked. He was taller than both Kurt and Carson and had a nice but mischievous smile. Carson shouldered his brother's designer duffle bag and looked at the group as his father answered with a nod.

"Straight down and make a left. I think the headmaster is in this afternoon." He smiled at the three; eyes staying on the twins a bit longer. "Welcome to Dalton."

Kurt nodded and followed after Carson and his dad. "Thank you."

Carson said nothing, only mumbling to himself the words 'stuck up prick' and trying not to lash out at his father again at the fact that they had to be here.

"Well, you two are rooming together, so that makes life a bit easier on my behalf."

Carson dropped his head. "Do we have to? We don't get our own rooms at this prison?"

"Do you think I could pay for tuition and two separate rooms? This job is nice bud but it's not that nice. I still have college to work on for the both of ya. Northwestern and NYADA at that."

"Rooming with me won't be that bad." Kurt said teasingly. "I'm neater than you. I go to bed earlier than you so you don't have to worry about losing sleep, unlike I will."

"You also sing while you do that stuff to your face."

"Be happy you two have each other and not some weirdos."

Kurt scoffed. "Car is a weirdo, dad."

They turned where instructed to and entered a room titled Main Office. Right away, Kurt saw the receptionist stand up to greet his dad and took a deep breath. It was about to be official. He was about to be a student at Dalton Academy, traipsing the halls in school uniform and finding himself buried in actual schoolwork. He walked past Carson who stopped short at the announcement bulletin and joined his father at the desk.

"Burt Hummel," he said, shaking hands with the young lady. "I'm here to get my sons Kurt and Carson Hummel settled in."

"Congressman Hummel!" the Headmaster entered the room with a wide smile on his face; grey curls slicked back and green eyes gleaming as he approached, hand extended. "We've been expecting you. It's a pleasure."

Burt nodded with a smile as he accepted the man's hand. "Headmaster Williams, it's nice to finally meet you. These are my sons Kurt and Carson-" Burt turned back and noticed the teen in the blue hoodie and jeans was all the way by the entrance, "Carson please."

Carson looked away from the flyers and waved politely. Kurt could only shake his head.

Burt cleared his throat and resumed, "I'm so grateful that you could accept them last minute."

"It's not a problem at all," Headmaster Williams gave Kurt a polite smile before gesturing to his office. "We'll need to go over a few things before we get the boys situated. Come with me."

As Burt looked at his sons with his be on your best behavior face, Kurt nodded his understanding and watched him retreat. A door opened on the other side of the office and someone stepped out as Kurt sighed, turning on his heels to walk towards his brother. He only stopped because of an alert from his cellphone, digging in his hip case to retrieve it.

Blaine left the guidance counselor's office, happy to finally be done with college applications. He wasn't expecting to see the sight he saw though when he exited, stopping immediately and simply looking.

"Hey Rach." Kurt spoke into the phone. Carson made a 'ugh' noise and Kurt smirked, shoving his brother in the shoulder. "Yeah, we just got here. It's pretty amazing and all like the brochure promised but I miss you guys already."

Blaine took a few steps forward, debating whether he should introduce himself of leave the office altogether. But the boy in the black and white cardigan, skinny jeans, and lace-up boots wrapped his conversation up on the phone before he could come to a decision.

"Okay. Have fun in Glee and I'll call you all tonight."

Carson rolled his eyes at that. Just what he needed was to listen to Kurt ramble on and on with Rachel Berry. He had no idea what he did to deserve this.

"Are you looking to write some more articles no one will read?" Kurt said with a smile after hanging up the phone. He leant against the board and folded his arms.

"Shut up, Kurt."

"Actually, our newspaper is read and adored by students and faculty alike."

Both Kurt and Carson turned to the source of the voice. Carson looked down at the teen and before he could ask him to take a few steps back, he was immediately reminded that there was red on the uniform. He never wore red.

Reason number 3,000 to hate this place.

But then he actually grasped what was said and almost coughed. People read student publications here? Willingly? Did people write for student publications here willingly too?

Kurt just sort of stared at the kid though, and the kid just stared back. Carson rolled his eyes as he pulled out a pen and signed his name on the line, signing up for the Writers' Club before he even knew what classes he had or where he'd be sleeping.

"Blaine Anderson. Hi." Blaine told the blue-eyed teen, holding out a (please don't be sweaty) hand and smiling when he took it.

"Kurt Hummel," he answered, wincing because his voice chose this moment to get even squeakier and higher than usual. "And this is my brother Carson."

"He never would've guessed we were brothers, Kit-Kat. Thanks for stating the obvious."

Blaine smiled between the two of them as Kurt gave him his hand back, instead glaring at his twin. "Everyone's been talking about the Congressman's sons who would be joining us, so yes, I know." Blaine turned from Carson who seemed less interested back to Kurt. "As senior president, lead Warbler, and captain of the soccer and boxing team, it's my pleasure to welcome you both to Dalton."

Carson turned back to look at him, though all Blaine could see was Kurt's smile anyway.

"All of those activities pretty much scream 'my parents neglect me and I'm trying to fill the void.' Goodness, guy."

The smile fell from Kurt's face. "Carson!"

"It's fine," Blaine cleared his throat and nervously shoved his hands in his pockets. "I um, I do pretty much board here full time so it's easy to get lost in all the school has to offer. My parents… work a lot."

"You don't have to explain any of it to us," Kurt told him apologetically. Blaine nodded with a smile.

"Thanks."

An awkward silence passed where Carson put his pen away and stared at Blaine, probably wondering why he was still standing there. Blaine got the hint and made to move but Kurt spoke quickly before he could do some.

"The Warblers are the glee club here, right?"

And with another disinterested 'ugh' Carson decided he'd look around the office. Blaine was thankful the other twin decided to step away and nodded his head as an answer.

"We're an a capella group. Do you sing?"

"Does he shut up is the question." Carson cut in, now over at a certificate to the school for some achievement.

Kurt glared at him until he heard Blaine laughing. "My brother is the same way, really."

"Perfect?" Carson said sarcastically. Kurt simply ignored him and continued before Blaine could reply.

"Is there a sign-up sheet for the Warblers by any chance?" he turned back and scanned the announcement board, but Blaine shook his head no.

"We don't do sign-ups. Show up for auditions this Wednesday and I'll put in a good word for you." he smiled widely and patted Kurt on the arm. Kurt's eyes found Blaine's and they both blushed, looking away and down at the ground.

"Well. I'll be outside." Carson sounded put off as he grabbed the bags he was carrying and entered the hallway. "And he says this isn't a gay school." he mumbled next.

Kurt sighed and shook his head simultaneously. He saw Blaine smile and had to apologize. "I'm sorry about him."

"It's fine. He seems like a handful but like I said, I definitely have one of those. He's just older and douchier."

Kurt grinned and they caught each other's eyes before looking away shyly.

Burt stepped out of the office and closed the door behind himself, about to address Kurt and Carson when he saw that his son was with someone else instead. "I got... oh… hello..."

Blaine turned and perked up when he saw who it was. "Oh! Hello Congressman! I'm so proud to have you as a representative! The work you've been doing is nothing short of amazing."

"Kiss ass." Carson said from the hall.

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you..." Burt trailed off.

"Blaine Anderson." The teen said, smiling and taking the man's hand. "I'm a senior here and I was just telling your sons a little about the school."

Burt looked at Kurt knowingly. There was one son missing, so the story was a little less than believable.

"Where's your brother?"

"Hallway." Kurt plainly stated.

"Ok. I have your room number and schedules." Burt turned to Blaine and gave a small smile. "It was nice to meet you, son. We have to get going."

"Oh, definitely!" Blaine smiled and turned away, waving quickly at Kurt. "Welcome to Dalton again. I'll see you Wednesday or… sooner if we have classes together."

Kurt smiled and waved goodbye as well. "Thanks for the help. It was nice meeting you."

"Same," Blaine said, smiling as he backtracked into the hallway. He wouldn't have tripped if he knew Carson was purposely sticking his foot out, but he did; stumbling back a bit until he gained his footing and glaring at Carson afterwards.

"Oops. Sorry."

Blaine looked at him a second longer before nodding. He smiled at Kurt one last time and walked off.

Kurt sighed happily. If everyone here was that friendly, he'd be alright. With an excited smile, he grabbed his things and looked at his dad. "What's the room number? And I think we have to go outside, the dorm buildings are on the other side of campus."

Burt only looked at his son. "What was that about?"

Carson smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting to hear this one.

"What?" Kurt asked, hiding his need to blush perfectly. "Blaine was doing his job as senior president and welcoming us to the school. Now can we go get settled in?"

"You brought us to a gay school, dad. That Blaine, he's flaming."

"Carson!"

Burt took a deep breath and walked between his two bickering sons, saying a short prayer for Dalton Academy.

The school would definitely need it this year.

AN: Sorry if it seems rushed :-x Let me know what you think, though. I imagine this isn't for everyone, but those of you who I spoke to on tumblr last night, did I do it justice?

Thanks for reading ;)