A/N: Hey, guys, this is my first real attempt at a crossover story. I'm also new to Austin & Ally, so if they're not spot-on, I apologize, but please leave your comments and if I should continue this. I have it all planned out. Enjoy!
"We're going to win Nationals, right?" Hunter Clarington shouted over the excited chatters of the Dalton Academy Warblers as the airport bus pulled into their Miami hotel. "Niff, separate!" Hunter pulled said couple apart.
"God, Hunt, like you and Seb don't do it enough," Nick grumbled. "Hey!" A paper ball hit him in the head. "Louis!"
"What?" Louis called He popped up from his seat, pulling his headphones off. "What'd I do?"
"You're throwing paper balls again!" Nick accused. Louis stifled a snicker.
"Nick, those were me," Quint called, coming up next to Louis.
"Just wait til we get out, Carpenter." Nick narrowed his brown eyes and Quint sank in his seat.
"Duval, threaten my boy again and I'll cut you!" Kenny Whitfield shouted.
"Keep being a damn wigger and I'll smack you, Kenny!" Joel Richardson called.
"Bring it, Richardson!" Kenny challenged. The short brunet boy stood up and moved towards Kenny when a sharp whistle made everyone flinch.
"Silence!" Sebastian Smythe ordered and the bus went quiet. "People, if we are not united, we will not win Nationals."
"Seb's right. We need another epic mash-up like the "Let's Go Crazy"/"Under Pressure" mash-up," Louis piped up. "Joel, what do you got?"
"You expected me to mash up songs on this trip?" Joel asked. "Shit, I was asleep the whole plane ride."
"Don't you have any ambition?" Ted yelled. "All you do is insult us and tell us to go fuck ourselves!"
"I beg your pardon, Theodore. I am the reason the Warblers are at Nationals in the first place! I made all those winning mash-ups!" Joel stormed out of the bus and into the hotel.
"Great, just great. I hope you're proud of yourself, Ted," Nick said, chasing after Joel, followed by Jeff.
"Joel, come on!" Nick shouted, running after Joel, who ran out onto the beach. "Can we talk about it?"
"Nick, I'm fine!" Joel sat down by the water. Jeff had lagged behind and was bent over a nearby fence, panting.
"Austin!" A high-pitched voice called out. Jeff looked around and saw a tall red-haired boy running over to him. "Where have you been? You have rehearsal in half an hour! Come on!" The boy grabbed Jeff's arm and dragged him off the beach despite Jeff's protests.
"Where are we going?" Jeff asked.
"To the studio, silly!" The boy said excitedly.
"Nick!"
"Dez, who is this?" A brunette asked the boy. Jeff looked around the room at all the gadgets and back at the girl who was looking oddly at him.
"It's Austin!"
"Dez, that is not Austin. Yes, he is blond. Yes, he is tall. And yes, he is hot." Jeff blanched at this. The girl turned to him. "Say something."
"Uh, my name's Jeff," Jeff replied lamely.
"See? He doesn't sound like Austin," another girl, a heavyset girl with braids, said. "Dez, you idiot. You brought back the wrong guy."
"Stop calling me an idiot," the boy named Dez whined. "Geez, Trish, you're so..."
"So what? Please tell me. So what?!" Trish demanded. Jeff was reminded of the Warblers.
"Everybody stop it!" A tall blond boy walked into the room. "Trish! Dez! Separate sides of the room!" The two looked guilty and moved obediently. "Ally." The brunette smiled. "Who's this?"
"Hi, I'm Jeff. I take it you're Austin." Jeff extended his hand and Austin shook it. "Hey, is that a crescent-moon birthmark on your wrist?"
"What? This?" Austin examined his left wrist. "Yeah. Why?"
"I have one too," Jeff whispered, rolling up his blazer sleeve. Jeff's was the opposite of Austin's. The two boys put their wrists next to each other; the shape fit perfectly.
"Oh my God," Ally muttered. "It's like you're brothers!"
"There is only one way to solve this," Austin said, taking a deep breath and pulling out his phone. He pressed a number and the phone rang.
"Austin, honey, why the surprise call?" A female voice asked.
"Mom, I have a question. Do I have a brother?" Silence followed this before a cough.
"Why do you ask?"
"Mom, there is a boy here who looks a lot like me and he has a crescent-moon birthmark that matches mine." Austin looked up at Jeff. "What's your last name?"
"Sterling."
"Jeff Sterling."
"Austin, you have a brother." Austin's father came onto the line. "His name is Jeffrey and he was born two years before you. Your mother and I were deemed unfit to raise a child at the time and Child Services took him from us and placed him in foster care."
"You guys held this secret from me? That I have a big brother? Someone who could have protected me?"
"We're so sorry, Austin, but Jeff's foster mom kept him away from us after our marriage. We tried to keep in touch, but we couldn't," Austin's mother said. "How is he?"
"I'm fine," Jeff spoke up. "I live in Ohio and I'm a senior at Dalton Academy. I'm here for Nationals with my Glee club, the Warblers. I have lots of friends and a boyfriend. His name is Nick. We've been best friends since kindergarten."
"You're gay?" Dez blurted out.
"Shut it!" Trish smacked his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm gay. Do you have a problem with that?" Jeff looked at Dez, who shook his head quickly and hid behind Austin.
"I-I should call Nick." Jeff pulled out his phone and walked upstairs.
"Nicky?"
"Jeff, where are you? I found Joel, but you disappeared. Are you okay?" Nick was frantic.
"Nick, I'm fine. I found out I have a little brother though," Jeff said.
"A little brother? How old are we talking?"
"Austin's 15. I was a foster kid."
"Wow. Is he cute?"
"Nicholas Wayne Duval!"
"I'm kidding, Jeff. Calm down," Nick chuckled.
"Well, I'll be back soon. I can't just leave him now. We just met."
"You be safe, Jeffy. I love you."
"Love you too." Jeff hung up and walked back downstairs where Trish and Dez were bickering again.
"Why can't you listen to my ideas?" Dez whined.
"Because they're always stupid!" Trish retorted. Jeff walked over and put an arm around Austin.
"Hey, little bro." Austin grinned and hugged Jeff. "Are they always like this?"
"Yep. Trish is my manager and Dez is my best friend, so all they do is argue," Austin explained.
"Yeah, I Googled you. Dude, you're an overnight sensation. That's awesome! I knew there was someone else in this family that was talented."
"You sing?"
"Um, hello? Glee club? I'm one hell of a dancer too."
"No way," Austin shook his head.
"You're on, bro."