Meet The Anderson's

Doppelganger

Blaine sighed softly grabbing the tub of raspberry gel to tame his curls as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom he shared with Bentley and Reed, glaring steadily at all of his brothers closed doors, undoubtedly they were all still sleeping while he was preparing to return back to McKinley in just a few hours. Smiling the boy answered a 'good morning' text from Kurt before beginning the labour filled task of plastering his curls into a helmet, refusing to give any bullies any ammunition or anything to pull on as they had once felt so inclined to do at his first high school.

"Hey Blainey, could you hurry up? I gotta pee!" Bentley yelled, fist pounding on the door, sleep still filling his voice as he yawned every other word.

Rolling his eyes, Blaine recapped his hair gel and swung open the door to meet Bentley's horrified expression, his hazel eyes trained on Blaine's hair. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Leave it Benny," Blaine sighed, shrugging the arm off of his shoulder and trying to step away from his brother who seemed to guess his every move. "Bentley, move," He growled, not in the mood to deal with his brother's antics the morning that he was due back in school.

Bentley shook his head, reaching out a hand in wonder, retracting it quickly when it became coated in raspberry gel. "Oh god that's disgusting," He frowned slowly trying to stretch his fingers so that they didn't stick together. "Did you use the full tub or something?"

"Close enough," Blaine murmured, reaching up a hand to run through the curls he had become accustomed to over the winter break before removing it at the same speed as his twin, an almost identical look of disgust on his face. "I've got to get ready for school though. I need to leave soon, so I'll see you tonight I guess?"

"Sure Blainey," Bentley smiled sadly, disappearing into the bathroom. Listening as his brother's footsteps faded down the hallway, the slightly older twin poked his head out of the bathroom, before racing away in the opposite direction, sliding to a stop next to the door covered in 'keep out' stickers.

Rolling his large hazel eyes behind his thick rimmed black glasses, Bentley pushed his way into Austin and Pippin's room, groaning in disgust when he felt something crunch under his foot. Wriggling his toes, he peeled of his sock, nose scrunching in revulsion as he glanced to the broken dozen of eggs he had stepped on. "What the hell," He muttered, shaking his head and throwing his sock onto the pile of dirty laundry the older twins were amassing in the centre of their room, it was no wonder really that the Anderson's housekeeping staff could never wait to get rid of the two of them after holidays.

Stepping up to the bed closest, Bentley cringed slightly as he peeled back the comforter, breathing a slight sigh of relief when he noticed the mass of curls splayed out on the pillow, the last time he had attempted to wake Austin first he had wound up in the emergency room with a broken nose, not an experience he particularly wanted to relive. "Pippin," He hissed, shaking his older brothers shoulder roughly.

"Mmmm, g'way," The young man mumbled, his hand swatting through the air as Bentley squawked and jumped backwards throwing a dirty look at Pippin when he rolled over.

"Fine then if that's how you're going to play it," He whispered, grinning and climbing up onto the bottom of Pippin's bed, smirking across at Austin's only a few metres away, "Perfect." Clearing his throat, the second youngest brother started to jump up and down, bouncing closer to Pippin's head, "WAKE UP WAKE UP, AUSTIN, PIPPIN, IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP," He shrieked, jumping between the two beds as he sang, laughing as they tried to grab his legs. "WAKEY WAKEY RISE AND SHINE YOU'VE SLEPT THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH!" Beaming as Austin rolled onto his stomach and pulled his pillow over his head, Bentley leaned over and screeched down his ear, "GOOD MORNING, GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING YOU'VE SLEPT THE WHOLE NIGHT THROUGH. GOOD MORNING, GOOD MOOOOOOOORNING TO YOU! Now get up you lazy assholes," He grinned bouncing onto the floor in between their beds panting as the older brothers glared at him through sleep filled eyes.

"Can we kill him now or later?" Austin muttered, green eyes narrowed in annoyance as he peered out from under his pillow.

Pippin seemed to consider it for a second, rolling his tongue bar between his lips slowly. "Now," He yelled right as the two lunged for a shrieking Bentley who fell straight back into the dirty pile of clothes.

"Okay, that might be punishment enough," Austin smirked, lying on his stomach peering over the edge of the bed at Bentley who truly looked about ready to throw up.

"Fair enough," Pippin sniggered, standing and pulling the whimpering Bentley to his feet, "Now why oh why little hobbit did you wake us up at half six?"

Shuddering, Bentley glanced at his brothers', "You two are freaking disgusting."

"I think he just complimented us Aus."

"Pretty sure he did Pip, now what did you want?"

"I'm worried about Blaine," Bentley murmured quietly, nibbling nervously on his bottom lip.

Austin and Pippin glanced to each other, their expressions softening as Pippin wrapped an arm around Bentley's shoulders and guided him to Austin's bed where the older set of twins could surround him. "Why?" Austin murmured gently running a hand over Bentley's curls and letting the boy rest his head on his shoulder.

Shrugging slightly Bentley sighed, "I mean it could be nothing but…"

The older brothers' both laughed at that. "Benny, he's your twin. We're not even identical and I can still sense when Aus is in distress or needs me even when I'm stuck in Chicago and he's across the other side of the country. It's not a bond that you can break easily."

Austin smiled softly at Pippin over Bentley's head, "That's not even to mention that we're closer than your average brothers in general." He gently nudged Bentley shoulder, "So what's going on with our baby Blainers?"

"He'll kill you for calling him that," Bentley chuckled.

"Eh what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Bentley laughed again, flopping backwards onto Austin's bed and running his hands over his face. "I don't know what it is really, just something doesn't feel quite right. He was quite jumpy and pissy when I saw him in the corridor and have you seen what he does to his hair for school?" He watched as his older brothers' shook their heads watching him inquisitively. "It's like plastered to his head with gel!"

Austin and Pippin's eyebrows shot into their hairlines before they were on their feet and out of the room like a pair of rockets, flying up the other end of the windy corridor to Blaine's room and pounding fists on each door as they passed by them, drowsy curses from various brothers following them as they went. Bentley blinked in confusion before following them at a slower pace, smiling at Reed and Jude as they left their own rooms, faces thick with tiredness and voices muffled as he beckoned them to simply follow him up the corridor where the twins were now hovering in the doorway to Blaine's room.

"Everyone ready to see this?" Pippin grinned, taking delight in Jude and Reed's confusion as Reed simply scratched his head muttering curses under his breath. "Blaine we're coming in!" He yelled before swinging the door open. Each of the brothers' apart from Bentley felt their mouths drop in shock as Blaine emerged from his walk in closet, red polo shirt in one hand, his curls still glued to his head.

"Can I help you all?" He queried, pulling the polo shirt over his head as he watched them cautiously, Bentley bouncing into the room, collapsing onto the already made bed.

Reed nodded slightly, clearing his throat, "Yeah, first you can tell us when and how the hell our baby brother got abs like that?" The brothers' all shot him incredulous looks, Jude shoving him roughly before joining Bentley on the bed. "Oh yeah and also, what the hell have you done to your curls? I mean jeeze Blaine there's dapper and then there's well that," He muttered, waving a hand in Blaine's general direction.

Blaine shrugged, "Keeps them out of my way."

The brothers' all looked at each other, Bentley shrugging with an 'I told you so' expression. Austin and Pippin's gazes eventually returned to each other, the two of them having a silent conversation, Pippin playing with his tongue bar again while Austin flicked his lip ring giving his twin a slight nod which was reciprocated almost immediately.

"INTERVENTION!" They yelled, flying forwards and grabbing Blaine's arms, shoving him onto his computer chair, Austin sitting on his lap while Pippin disappeared into the closet, the other three watching on enquiringly and trying not to laugh as Blaine struggled and yelled.

"Aha!" Pippin yelled a few moments later, returning to the room with four scarves, "These should hold you Blainers." The twins made quick work of tying Blaine to the chair before stepping back and admiring their work. "Don't try and undo those Blainers, Austin and I were kicked out of Boy Scouts for tying our leader up with our impressive knotting skills if you remember that far back," Grinning he high fived Austin as Jude, Reed and Bentley all fell into step beside them, arms folded over their chests while they all stared at Blaine.

"More fool you lot, these are Kurt's scarves. Now let me up so I can go to school," Blaine muttered, a small grin playing on his features at the look of fear that passed over the brothers' faces at the mere mention of the scarves being Kurt's.

Reed took a slight step back, "I've already been in the firing line for accidentally getting nutella on one of Kurt's scarves I'm not going through that again." Holding his hands up, he glanced over the faces of each of his gathered siblings.

"I'll take the fall for the scarves," Jude sighed rolling his eyes. "If I could take Ollie's bitch fits when I destroyed his 'Batman' pyjama bottoms I'm sure I can survive Kurt's over a few scarves."

"You survived Ollie after the destruction of his most prized pair of pyjama's," Blaine whispered in awe, all his struggling stopping momentarily, "Please let me know how you did that?"

Jude simply shrugged, "Maybe one day."

"Not going to lie I've been on the receiving end of both Ollie and Kurt and I'm still going to say good luck Jude," Reed grinned before turning his attention back to Blaine, trying to ignore Austin and Pippin whispering rapidly to each other in the corner of the room, Austin's hand slapping across the back of Pippin's head before resuming his furious whispering. "What's going on with the helmet Blainers?"

"Nothing, and I'm going to be late if you goons don't let me up!" Blaine growled slightly, trying to flex his arms against the scarves binding him to the chair.

"We've made an executive decision," Pippin and Austin grinned, re-joining their brothers' with identical smirks on their faces.

"Stop that," Jude shivered before eyeing them curiously, "Now what was your plan?"

"We decided that we can implement something that we always wanted to do but couldn't because sadly we are not identical," Pippin snickered, Austin beaming as Blaine caught on, shaking his head rapidly and fighting harder against the scarves, "And Blaine if you tear those scarves Kurt will kill you, no?"

Blaine immediately stopped struggling with a glare. Austin beamed as he turned to look at Bentley, "Benny, how do you feel about joining the student body of one McKinley high school today? You can be our little recon guy and find out what exactly goes on at that stupid school because Kurt's told us some damn horror stories from that place."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"No, no way in hell, Benny you are my twin brother, you can't do this to me," Blaine whined, amber eyes flickering over each of his brothers.

Twenty minutes later Blaine was sat shaking his head in disbelief as Reed clipped the green suspenders onto Bentley's pants, his twin pulling them up over his shoulders before evaluating his grey slacks and green checked shirt in the full length mirror. Slowly the older twin began to shake his own head. "No, something's missing," He frowned tilting his head as Blaine glared at him in his reflection, "What's wrong with this Blainey?"

"The curls still aren't gelled down yet, is that it?" Reed muttered slamming open Blaine's cupboards and draws, as he hunted round the room. "Seriously Blaine, this would be so much easier if you'd just tell us where you put that damn hair gel, from how much you have slathered on you must have a stash somewhere."

Blaine simply let out a huff, managing to swing the chair around so that he was avoiding looking at any of his brothers.

Austin rolled his eyes and went to twist the chair back round while Pippin was walking circles around Bentley, his face scrunched in confusion as he tried to figure out what was wrong with the outfit. All of a sudden, his emerald eyes quadrupled in size and he started to click his fingers rapidly, flying into Blaine's wardrobe and throwing clothes out before he emerged triumphant, a bright green patterned bow tie in hand. Yanking Bentley towards him, he hummed softly as he tied it, grinning at his own genius when he stepped back.

"No! No way in hell!" Blaine yelled struggling against his restraints once more. "His bow ties not even straight! At least send him as me to school with some dignity."

"Alright, alright, simmer down curly," Austin sniggered, messing Blaine's gelled hair up and dancing out of the way when Blaine lunged forwards to bite him. Sighing, Austin pulled Bentley towards him to try and salvage the mess of a bow tie that Pippin had made. "You know Pip with the fact that we've been going to ridiculous functions since we could walk and talk you would've learnt to tie a bow tie by this point, actually that goes double for you Benny."

Jude and Blaine both burst out laughing while Bentley crossed his arms across his chest pouting and Pippin rolled his eyes with a small smirk. "That's why they invented clip ons brother dearest."

"Aha!" Reed yelled, drawing everyone's attention as he sat back on the bed, clutching a tub of gel victoriously in his hand as he swung the bedside cabinet closed again, "Told you I'd find your stash Blainers."

Jude sighed softly, pushing Bentley onto the corner of the bed and taking the tub from Reed. "This is never going to work, Benny's curls are way more out of control than Blaine's," He mumbled, his eyes flickering over the instructions on the back of the tub.

"You're not cutting them," Bentley interrupted placing his hands protectively over his head.

"No I'm just going to have to use more gel."

"Good thing I found Blaine's supply then," Reed grinned, pulling the bedside cabinet out further to show off at least fifty stacked up tubs of raspberry hair gel, throwing another three at Jude he snickered quietly, "That should hold it I would hope."

"Let's hope so," Jude beamed, scooping a handful out of the tub.

Bentley let loose a shrill shriek fully able to wake the dead as he dove behind Pippin, "You can't put that stuff near my hair it'll never come out."

Blaine simply smirked from where he was sat, "Yeah Benny it hurts and it takes forever to wash out."

"You shut your mouth," Pippin growled, pointing a finger at Blaine while the others tried to catch Bentley, footsteps pounding down the hallway.

"What the hell are you lot doing?" Cooper panted, bursting into the room with Elijah and Lucas following.

"Sending Bentley to school instead of Blaine," Austin beamed as if it was the most normal plan in the world.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cooper muttered under his breath as he left the room once more. Elijah simply glanced at each of their expressions trying to find anything that would let him know they were joking. Finding no signs, he shook his head with a sigh, "I don't even…You know I just…I give up with you lot," He sighed, slamming out of the room.

Lucas sniggered, "Best. Plan. Ever." Shaking his head, laughter flowing freely from his lips, he turned to leave the room, "But stop shrieking yeah? Wake me up again and I'll kill you and god knows what Noah will do to you if you wake him up." Glancing to Blaine he grinned, high fiving Pippin on his way out of the room.

"You're all a bunch of assholes!" Blaine yelped over the laughter flowing down the corridor.

"Got it!" Jude grinned triumphantly, Bentley sitting on his hands to resist the urge to tug his curls out from under the helmet of gel. "It's more poofy than Blaine's still but it'll have to do."

"I've got the directions to McKinley," Reed yelled, sprinting back into the room waving round a piece of paper with a printout from Google maps excitedly.

"Ooh gimme," Bentley grinned, snatching it from Reed's grasp and studying it closely as Jude placed a little more gel on Bentley's rebelling curls. Blaine frowned from where he was still being ignored before launching another tyrant of abuse that his brothers simply ignored.

Jude stepped back, nodding slightly as he recapped the gel, "Still not sure that I quite like this plan," He frowned, eyes flickering over to meet Blaine's pleading expression.

"Nonsense, someone's got to look after Blainey," Pippin smirked, pushing Jude out of the way to get to Bentley.

Austin beamed as he joined his twin, "Pip I feel like a proud parent," He pretended to sob, wiping away a non-existent tear from under his eye as he grabbed one of the apples sat in a bowl on Blaine's desk, placing it in Bentley's hand. "You'd better get going kid or you're going to be late."

"Make us proud," Pippin snivelled, sniggering as he pushed a laughing Bentley out of the bedroom door, handing him Blaine's Range Rover keys as he left. "Scratch that and you can deal with Blaine though, you know it's his baby," He hollered to the retreating back of the second youngest Anderson.

Blaine was still yelling as Pippin walked back over to him. "Too late Blainey, now put a sock in it." At Blaine's next protest he jammed another apple into his mouth. "Now, you're going to sit here and watch Disney films with your extremely lovable older brothers for the rest of the day and you're going to like it. We'll even start with 'The Little Mermaid' just for you."

Pulling into the McKinley parking lot, Bentley chewed nervously on his bottom lip, eyes scanning the lot for a space that he was sure would mean he wouldn't scratch Blaine's car. Anxious eyes still evaluating the lot, he spotted Sam stood against the chain link fence surrounding the lot, tossing a chapstick up and down and surrounded by three very empty spaces. Grinning, Bentley pulled into the middle space and grabbed Blaine's bag before hopping down from the Range Rover and heading to Sam who simply raised an eyebrow at him.

"Jude already rang to say you were coming today but nice impression of B," He smirked, pounding Bentley's fist when the usually curly haired brunette offered it. "So I am under instructions to keep you out of trouble, not that I know how that's going to happen because Blaine's in like all AP classes and I am not."

Bentley sighed softly, "Knew they wouldn't trust me to do this alone."

Sam sniggered slightly, shaking his head so that his blonde locks flew around his face. "Nah, they just don't want you messing up when B has to be back here everyday. I'll walk you to your locker and point out your class schedule and the things you need to watch out for." Tilting his head to the side, the taller boy eyed Bentley up and down before tugging on his elbow to get the pair moving, "I only really see one slight flaw in this plan of yours Benny."

"Yeah? What's that?"

Contemplating for a minute, Sam wrenched open the door to the school, ducking as a football soared towards his head. "I've heard you and B say time and time again that he's the twin that can sing and you got like freaky genius weird math skills, right?"

"Yeah, why's that an issue? And damn I don't know how the hell he wears contacts all the time," Bentley murmured, rubbing his irritated eyes while unlocking the locker that they now stood in front of with the code that he had found on Blaine's desk.

Sam leaned onto the locker beside Blaine's, one eyebrow rising up into his hairline. "Well Dude, A) Blaine's math teacher always likes to put a big test on the day after a break, and B) Blaine has glee tonight. He's kind of our leader so people are kind of going to notice if he all of a sudden can't sing."

Bentley squeaked slightly, wide amber eyes studying Sam before an easy grin slowly overtook his features. "Something I learnt from Austin and Pippin a long time ago is that what Blaine doesn't know, can't hurt him, which is why he still doesn't know that it was me who dropped his bear into the lake when we were six." Sam choked slightly, trying to cough to hide the laughter at the explanation as to why Blaine's old teddy bear still smelled like pond water ten years after being rescued from a lake in Montana. "Besides, if all else fails hopefully a one hundred on his math test will calm him down."

"Whatever you say, all I know is that I'm glad it's not my head on the line Bro," Sam smirked while Bentley slammed the ruby red locker and stalked off down the corridor, his blonde friend jogging to keep up, "If you do want to ace that test though, I'd turn and walk the other way. Oh and watch out for Tina, she's in most of your classes."

"Who's Tina?" Bentley questioned, scrunching up his nose in confusion.

"Oh you'll see," Sam snickered, already eyeing the petite Asian girl storming up the corridor towards them, dirty looking Sam's proximity to Bentley.

"Hi Blaine!" She trilled, appearing at his side.

Bentley yelped in shock, jumping closer to Sam as Tina sidled as close to him as she could. Pushing Bentley back into Tina, Sam bit his bottom lip hard to stop himself from laughing at the heart eyes Tina was shooting Bentley while he simply watched her with a slightly incredulous, slightly petrified expression. Unable to help himself, Sam let loose a burst of laughter, having to double himself up in order to breath while Tine slipped her arm through Bentley's, the boy shuffling slightly uncomfortably at her side while both of them glared at Sam.

"I can't, I just…" Sam took a deep breath, tears streaming from his eyes as he struggled to control his laughter. Shoulders shaking, he turned and ran up the corridor as soon as he spotted Artie.

Tina rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath about Sam's immaturity and began dragging Bentley towards the classroom, a constant stream of chatter leaving her lips. Bentley tried to concentrate on what she was saying, but found himself blinking rapidly as he tried to keep up with the small girl while shooting the sniggering Sam a pleading look over his shoulder.

Seven hours later and Bentley was ready to tear his hair out. He missed his school in Washington, the one where teachers actually cared about their students' education, where he was free to be himself without fear of persecution from fellow students and most of all, where his girlfriend was there to stop him from being hit on. He hadn't seen Sam since this morning and he'd only managed to snag a few minutes with Finn in his lunch hour, leaving him stuck with Tina and a girl named Marley who had been watching him with an undecipherable expression all day. Watching Tina almost run towards him once more, the short boy closed his eyes in frustration, he thought he'd given her the slip when he raced out of the English lit class they had just shared as fast as his small legs could carry him, but sadly she'd found him again, latching herself back onto his arm as she propelled them towards the glee club meeting. He genuinely had no idea how Blaine survived at this school on a daily basis.

"Screw this," He muttered under his breath, eyes flickering around the rapidly emptying hallways with a smirk, "Benny's coming out to play." Managing to unlink his arm from Tina's, he ignored her stunned expression as he started to bounce and skip down the corridor, almost soaring straight beyond the glee classroom, before spotting Marley watching him with an incredulous look and Sam and Finn doubled over with laughter in the corner.

"Well hello people," He grinned, eliciting more laughter from Sam and Finn while the others all judged him carefully.

"Blaine, are you drunk?" Jake questioned, one hand clutching Marley's tightly as he leaned forwards in his seat, eyes carefully surveying the manically grinning boy.

"Nooooooope," Bentley chuckled, popping the 'p' for emphasis as Marley's eyes lit up and her laughter joined Sam's and Finn's, the others looking confused still.

Tina rushed into the room, watching him with a worried expression, "Are you feeling alright?" Placing a hand on his head she frowned softly, "You're not warm or anything."

Dodging away from her, Bentley's eyes widened. "I can't take this anymore!" He yelled, stunning the whole room into silence apart from Finn and Sam who were now panting with the effort to remain breathing around their laughter. "You need to stop flirting with me!" He yelped, whirling round to point at Tina, "I'm gay with a boyfriend who loves me deeply. The only reason that a lot of you have come up to me today is to ask what song we should sing at Regionals or what this weeks glee assignment is going to be or if we should hold a school wide strike because the cafeteria keeps running out of tater tots. And you…" Turning his finger to point at Kitty, the blonde simply raised her eyebrows, her expression letting him know that she full well thought he'd lost it, "Stop telling me I need to go to some Cheerios practice, as far as I'm aware I quit that in December." Catching Marley's eye, he grinned at her, "Marley, I like you, please don't change. Jesus though I don't know how Blaine does this everyday!" Hands finding his hair, Bentley grunted in frustration and tugged some curls free from their gel prison.

"Score!" Sam yelled, jumping up and walking up to Bentley. Laughing, he wrapped one arm around his shoulder, patting his back comfortingly when the shorter boy ducked his head into Sam's shoulder. "Finn you owe me ten bucks. Told you that it was glee when he'd crack totally and Benny," Pushing Bentley back by his shoulders he sniggered softly at him, "Pretty sure that you're straight and that you have a girlfriend, also there's a bag with your own clothes and your glasses in sat next to Finn's feet."

Bentley ripped away from Sam, instantly going through the bag in order to replace his contacts, breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. Turning around he gulped when he noticed the horrified and confused expressions on everyone's faces, only Finn and Marley showing him the hint of a smile.

"Okay, I'm confused," Artie muttered, eyes flickering from Bentley to Sam and back again, "Anyone care to explain?"

"What happened to my little dolphin, Sam?" Brittany questioned, crossing the room to take his hand, her eyes cautiously watching Bentley as he approached them. Amber and azure eyes studied each other carefully before Brittany beamed and pulled Bentley into a tight hug, her chin hooking over his shoulder, "You're not my dolphin, you just look like him."

"Brittany?" Bentley guessed, wrapping his arms around the blonde as Sam nodded in affirmation. "You haven't really talked to me today," He smiled pulling away from her.

The blonde girl shrugged softly. "Blaine Warbler tutors me Tuesday through Thursday so I don't really see him on Mondays or Fridays apart from in glee," She smiled softly at him. "Will you tell him I miss him though? He didn't speak to me much during the holidays, I wasn't sure if maybe the aliens got him or something," She frowned, her eyes flickering to the windows at the back of the choir room.

Wrapping his arm back around her waist, Bentley found his heart warming quickly to the blonde Cheerio when her head fell instinctively to his shoulder. "Nah Britt, we just keep him busy and in lots of trouble when we're all around," A thought flashing through his mind, he quickly opened Blaine's satchel and pulled out a folder, "I think these are for you though, Blainey was working on them all holidays, they're like worksheets or something."

Brittany's eyes lit up the moment she had her hands on the folder, flicking through the sub folders that were clearly marked to contain math sheets, English literature sheets and Spanish sheets among others. "Blaine promised me he'd get me to graduate this year," She beamed, her eyes catching Bentley's once more, "That's why he tutors me, I like my Blaine Warbler, you better all treat him right."

"We do, he's the baby. Oh and if Blainey promised it Britt, he doesn't break promises, like mostly ever, so you're going to get through this year whether it kills the both of you or not."

"Will someone please explain what the hell is going on?" Unique finally exploded, eight pairs of confused eyes staring at the two blondes and the short boy stood at the front of the room, Marley and Finn getting up to join them.

"Can I guess? Just I think I've actually figured it out," Marley murmured, her voice low as she awaited Bentley's approval. Seeing him nod, she grinned, placing herself to the side of him that Brittany hadn't reattached herself too. "Then I'm going to guess that you're Bentley, Blaine's twin, am I right?"

"Got it in one," Bentley laughed, tilting his head curiously, "But as far as I know Blaine had never told anyone here about his brothers."

Marley held her hands up with a slight smile, "I didn't know he had any other siblings. All I know is I heard him on the phone last semester and I quote 'Bentley you're my twin brother, when have I ever led you astray.'"

"Aah yes. For being gay Blaine sure as hell is the best one for getting me out of trouble with my girlfriend." Looking up at all of the other surprised expressions he laughed softly, "All right kiddies gather round and I am going to tell you the story of Blaine Devon Anderson, youngest of ten brothers the unlucky bastard."

By the end of glee club, Bentley had filled them all in on everything he knew, even showing them a picture of the ten brothers together when they hadn't believed him, and of one of Blaine and Kurt asleep together on New Years Day to confirm that they were indeed back together. He beamed as they all started to file out the room, fist pounding Artie and Ryder and receiving a kiss on the cheek from Brittany as the others just smiled softly, their heads reeling with the news of Blaine's family. Tina hung back, quietly apologising to Bentley and giving him a note to pass along to Blaine and Kurt before she fled the room.

When it was just Sam, Finn and Bentley left, the elder two couldn't help their laughter from resuming, a perplexed Bentley simply blinking gently and shaking his head as they continued to chuckle.

"Benny you had one thing to do today and that was to keep out of trouble," Finn grinned, shaking his head, "I thought you'd manage one day at least."

"Yeah, no, that was never going to happen," Bentley scoffed lightly, "I'm stunned that Blaine apparently keeps up his whole dapper put together image constantly if I'm totally honest."

"Oh, oh I just had an idea!" Sam practically squealed digging in the bag that held Bentley's actually clothes for the vial that held the contacts he had been wearing all day and the extra tub of hair gel that Blaine kept in his lockers for emergencies. "Here, put those back in and gel those curls of yours back down."

"But Sammy, whhhhhhhhy?" Bentley whined, pouting at the boy he'd become rather fond of since first meeting him the previous summer, "All they do is itch and the gel just makes me dizzy with the scent of raspberries wafting round my head non stop."

"Because we're going to see Kurt," Sam grinned, his eyes glinting, Finn laughing and leaving them to it so that he could plan the next few weeks of glee club lessons.

"Where are we?" Bentley frowned, scrunching his nose as Sam pulled up in front of a tire shop, "And don't tell Blaine I let you drive his car, I don't need to give him any more ammo to go for my head."

"Bentley, you're going to be like number one on his hit list anyways," Sam smirked, quirking an eyebrow at him sceptically. "Possibly behind the twins, but I think he'll be after you first."

"Yeah I know," The slightly younger boy sighed shaking his head, "But seriously, where are we?"

" 'Hummel tires and lube', it's Burt's garage," Sam smiled, tossing the car keys to Bentley and jumping down from the Range Rover. Frowning up at the grey sky, he quivered in the January air as large snow flakes slowly drifted down settling on the previously dry ground. Shivering, he tugged the hood of his red McKinley high sweater up and rounded the vehicle to meet Bentley, the pair walking up to the garage unhurriedly.

"Seriously, I thought Burt was a Congressman?" Bentley muttered, his eyes flickering over to meet Sam's before attempting to glare at the snowflakes getting stuck on his long eyelashes.

"Well yeah, but this place was like his baby before even Kurt was born. Burt's owned it for forever basically. He let's us get away with murder in here too, as long as there's no dangerous work going on at least. We practiced 'Greased Lightning' here before the school musical at the end of last year, he let us use one of the old bangers they were fixing up and everything," Sam laughed, his mind wandering back to the rest of the guys' from the garage just stood around laughing but cheering them on at the same time.

Bentley simply blinked rapidly shaking his head in disbelief, while knowing in his heart that it was exactly something that Burt would let them do. Smiling to himself, he found himself glad that Blaine had found himself this crazy out of control family to be a part of when the brothers' themselves were sadly not present to look out for their baby brother. As trying as Bentley had found the day at McKinley, he could tell that at least the majority of the glee club had his twins best interests at heart and that they just seemed to gel together as a family despite being so different. Starting slightly and almost tripping over his own feet, Bentley shook of Sam's questioning gaze as he let the realisation that somehow his brother had literally found himself a substitute family that seemed to mirror the brothers' own relationships flooded his senses.

Heading straight through the open door to the garage, Bentley's head whipped back and forth as he drank in the large space, Sam happily greeting many of the men he called his colleagues a few nights a week as he wandered through the garage. The blonde led them straight passed numerous cars, dodging sparks or men rolling around on boards when they shot out from under the many cars they were working on with a grin while Bentley jumped in shock, following closely behind his friend, confusion still flooding his features.

Tugging on Sam's arm, Bentley frowned when he turned around to look at him. "I get that this is Burt's place Sammy, but I thought that we were looking for Kurt?"

"Oh we are," Sam smirked, pointing to a car with a body hunched over clearly working under the bonnet of a yellow Chevy Silverado, "Kurt just has issues whereby he refuses to work anywhere near the front of the shop. And I quote ' I don't need people to see me like this Sam, every moment is an opportunity for fashion until I'm being shoved in this hideous outfit.'"

Bentley's forehead creased, his nose wrinkling in puzzlement. "I still don't get it what out…" Bentley found himself cut off, his mouth dropping in shock when the figure turned around, using one of the cloths to wipe the sweat from his brow, grease streaked down one cheek yet his hair still somehow perfectly styled. "Kurt you're a grease monkey!" Bentley squealed causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow and Sam to drop his head into his hands with a groan.

"And you're Benny because Blaine would've known that," Kurt smirked, grabbing the bottle of water sat by his feet while Bentley continued to watch him in awe. "Most importantly though, where is my boyfriend, why do you have his schoolbag and why are you dressed like him?" Adjusting his navy blue overalls, he quirked his eyebrow again and turned his full attention to the two teenagers in front of him.

"Yeah you're on your own," Sam chuckled stepping backwards with his hands in the air while Bentley whined slightly. Tilting his head, Sam carefully surveyed the truck in front of him before breaking out in a grin, "Is that Azimio's?"

Kurt's smirk grew as he nodded, "Of course it is, it's just my little revenge every time he's in that I'm the one that gets to tell him what he screwed up and how much he owes this time. It also lets him know that I got out of this damn place and he's stuck here for all eternity."

Sam laughed, "Good, it serves him right, asshole deserves everything that he gets after what he did to you."

Kurt shrugged slightly, "It's just a little thing, but his face is pure priceless every single time." Watching Sam nod, he turned back to Bentley who seemed determined to look anywhere but at Kurt, carefully studying the sign hanging on the back wall. "Bentley, where's Blaine?"

Hazel eyes whipped round to meet Kurt's, a sheepish expression crossing the younger boys' face while he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Possibly…Probably…More than likely…"

"Bentley!"

"Tied to his computer chair in his while the twins guard him under lock and key for the day."

"You're kidding," Kurt deadpanned, Bentley blushing scarlet whilst Sam sniggered quietly. "Give me twenty minutes," He sighed, shaking his head and grabbing Blaine's car keys from Bentley's hand before stalking into the back room for a shower and to get changed.

Jumping out of the car, Kurt didn't give Sam and Bentley anytime to catch up with him before he was pounding on the Anderson's large wooden front door. "Where is he?" Kurt growled the moment the twins swung the heavy door open. Automatically the pair jumped out of the way and pointed to the stairs, staring at Kurt as though steam may start pouring out of his seething features.

Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, Kurt pushed passed the twenty two year olds and ran up the stairs, heading directly to the quirkily decorated room that he knew best in the Anderson household.

"Blaine," He cried out as he ran into the room, his boyfriend looking up at him with wide thankful eyes while Jude and Noah gulped and slunk back against one of the walls hoping to make themselves as invisible as possible and therefore avoid Kurt's wrath.

"Kurt help me, please? My arms went dead hours ago and I really need to pee!" Blaine whined quietly, shooting a dirty look to his older brothers' before turning pleading golden eyes onto his boyfriend's.

"Oh honey, god help me I'm going to kill them for this stupid plan," Kurt sighed walking closer to Blaine. "How the he…" Kurt broke off abruptly causing Blaine to frown at him, "Are those my limited edition Alexander McQueen scarves?"

Blaine nodded helplessly, Kurt's livid expression souring further as he turned to scowl at Austin and Pippin now hovering in the doorway to Blaine's room. "Oh you better run!" He screeched, flying after the older set of twins as they ran for their lives, a murderous glint streaking through his sapphire eyes.

"Umm Kurt? Anyone? God dammit will somebody untie me?"