Fanfiction written around Season 3 of the TV show, Glee.
Story revolves in an alternate reality of Quinn Fabray meeting her Mr Right in a form of a bright, young, temperamental billionaire who is in search of his younger brother.
Things get a bit mo...
It wasn't that hard to track him down as his muscular frame is visible through the crowd. I notice some girls in Cheerio uniforms giving him the same appreciative glances as they do with Iain. Good looks definitely run in the family, I grimace as I follow him move out of the school grounds.
He continues to amble easily and heads towards the field and out to the parking lot. He then approaches a white top down convertible and the look of horror settles on me as the dark tinted windows roll down as he laughs while giving out high fives to a bunch of boys his age wearing familiar dark blue blazers with red trimmings.
Neil wasn't just a student at McKinley High.
He used to go to Dalton Academy!
I watch from the shadows as he exchanges a few words to the boys whom I assume are his team mates because they look just as buff as Iain's imposing younger brother. After a few minutes, the car makes its quiet exit out of the school grounds. He turns his head sideways as if to check for any witnesses and saunters his way back to campus as if nothing out of the usual happened. From the time that I've stalked Neil, I already make out a few differences and compare them to his implausible older brother.
Neil is handsome, broad-shouldered and long legged like his brother. Unlike Iain, Neil is taller by a few more inches and I'm guessing he's around the same height as Finn if not taller. Also, unlike Iain, his younger brother is more muscular and looks to be even older than his given sixteen years.
In fact, he has the same intimidating pose as Iain as I note that they share the same good looks except I find Iain far more attractive, because of his leaner physique, angular jaw line, and smooth cultured refined stance while his brother looks tough, capable and just a tad angry with this "don't mess with me" vibe.
I couldn't quite make out the color of his eyes as his dark, almost black hair and eyebrows hood his similar almond shaped piercing gaze. I laugh at myself thinking how similar and yet different both brothers are. Iain has the old Hollywood glamour of a Dolce & Gabbana male model while his brother looks fit to be a cast member from Friday Night Lights.
Not that it's a bad thing, I actually find myself intrigued at the thought of another Hargreave that I walk towards Neil who stops by his locker with his back facing me when I gently tap his shoulder.
He turns around and I find myself staring at the most fascinating pair of eyes I've ever seen. His eyes were blue on the outer layer but with a central golden-brown ring on the middle of his iris that reminds me of what the rays of the sun would look on a clear blue sky. It's a beautiful contrast against his dark almost midnight black hair and bronze skin.
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Neil notices that I'm staring and stalling time that he initiates the conversation. I duly note that he's equally as charming and suave as his brother. Instead of feeling flustered as I always do with the mercurial Iain whose mood flits from calm to stormy, I find myself at ease, relaxing to his much affable, calmer younger brother when he laughs at my reaction.
