Three Times The Hummel Verse

Who's Who?

Burt got home from work one night, rather exhausted. Mentally, as he walked into the house, he tried to remember where all of his sons were. He knew that Kurt and Finn were at glee club, but he didn't know if Chris or Carson were home from school yet.

He heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room, telling him someone was home. He walked in and saw one of his boys sitting on the couch.

Honestly, Burt sometimes had trouble telling the triplets apart. It was easy a lot of the time to tell which one was Kurt due to his clothing (and the lingering boyfriend), but Chris and Carson really only wore jeans and t-shirts, along with the occasional hoodie.

On the couch sat either Carson or Chris, and Burt admittedly enjoyed trying to guess who was in front of him.

"Hey buddy, how was school?" He asked as a way to start a conversation. If it was Chris, he would generally go into length about how a teacher assigned too much homework, or share the latest gossip floating around. If it was Carson, then he would try to give the shortest answer possible.

"Ok I guess. I had a headache for most of it, so I decided to just come home right after classes ended." The boy on the couch said without looking up. He began to surf through the channels, looking for something else to watch.

While the response hadn't been as short as he thought It would be, he began to think it was Chris in front of him. "That's too bad. Did you have something to stay late for?"

"Yeah, I had a test to make up, but I went to talk to the teacher and he said it was ok if I took it tomorrow instead." He said as Burt went to sit on the couch next to him.

"Well Chris, that was very responsible of you. I bet the teacher thinks of you very highly because of it."

The boy stopped clicking through the channels and turned to look at his dad. Slowly, a smirk began to grow on his face. "Did you just call me Chris?"

Burt blanched and went to look at his son again. The identifying smirk was all he needed to know that it was indeed Carson in front of him. "Sorry Carson, I'll be honest, I have some trouble telling which one of you is which sometimes. While your all identical, it is so easy to tell who's who after five minutes of talking. Seems I guessed wrong this time."

Carson smiled at his dad. He had just gotten a fantastic idea. "It's ok dad. No big deal." With that, they both turned to the TV to watch the latest football game while they waited for the other boys to arrive home.

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"Hey dad." One of the boys said as the three brothers walked into the kitchen. Burt was too busy looking through the fridge to see them walk in.

"Hey, what do you guys want for dinner? I was thinking we could grill something. Maybe some burg..." He said as he turned to look at his sons.

The three boys were all wearing the same clothes, a plain V-neck shirt and a pair of straight blue jeans, but each was in a different color. One boy wore red, another blue, and the other yellow.

"What are you guys up to?" Burt said, looking each boy over individually. The boys, if possible, looked even more identical. They had all styled their hair the same way, and poking out of their front pockets were their phones without the cases on them, so even they were all the same.

"Well, it has come to our attention that you can't tell who's who. So we thought we'd try to make you guess when we are the most identical." Said the boy in blue.

Burt smiled at his three boys. He loved that they were trying to pull one over on him. In the end, it just brought them all closer together.

"So you want me to try and guess which one of you is which while your all dressed the same?" The three boys nodded in unison. "Ok then. Let's see." He took a step forward to further inspect the triplets.

They all had blue eyes, long noses, and straight brown hair. Their faces were identical. They were all the same hight, and they all had that same mischievous look sparkling in their eyes. Telling them apart was going to more difficult than Burt thought.

The sound of the front door opening and closing startled all four people standing in the kitchen. A minute later, Finn walked in, only to come to a sudden stop when he saw the three unidentifiable boys. "What's going on?" He asked as the shock began to wear off.

"I have to tell them apart." Burt said as he refocused on starring at the boys.

Finn took a moment to place his bag on the kitchen table, then he pulled something out of it and tossed it to the boy in yellow.

Yellow caught the football gracefully before throwing it back correctly. Finn turned to look at Burt. "There you go. The one in yellow, isn't Kurt."

Burt looked at Finn in amazement. He wasn't going to be able to tell them apart by looks alone. They were completely identical. But their personalities were all completely different. An idea forming in his head, he returned his attention back to the boys waiting in front of him.

"So do you mind if I ask you some questions?" He asked, and the three nodded again. "Ok, who's the oldest?"

"I am" they all said simultaneously.

"Woah" Finn exclaimed, a little freaked out.

Burt sighed. "Well that's not going to work." He was rather stuck. If they weren't going to answer his questions with real answers, how was he going to get anywhere.

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Sorry, it's not much, but I just really wanted to update something. Leave a comment if you want me to continue this short story. Thanks for reading!!