So, this is my story based on Devon as a teenager! It's not going to be very long, maybe 5 chapters, but I say this a lot and they normally go on forever... So I hope you like it :D

Outlines

Chapter 1

The back for swung open and a tall, curly haired sixteen year old boy walked in. He wore blue skinny jeans with a chequered shirt, the blues of the shirt bringing out his bright blue eyes. He was always told that he had his dad's eyes, all he knew was when he cried they were a give away going brighter then they should.

"Devon?" The teen jumped at the sound of his name, his father; Blaine - the man who had given him his insanely curly hair - was watching him like a hawk. "It's gone five. Where have you been?"

"Sorry, I had to walk home." Devon mumbled, his voice giving away how broken he felt.

"I thought you were catching a ride with James..."

"So did I. I've a lot of homework to do... Can we talk later or something?" Devon whispered.

"Sure, Kurt's taking the twins to their extra curricular activities tonight, it's just you and me... Maybe when you've done an hour of homework or whatever we can have a beer and watch a film?"

"Sure dad." Devon nodded. "I'll be down in a bit."

Blaine nodded and watched as his son walked upstairs, he hated how defeated and lifeless he seemed. It had been happening a lot recently, Devon would come home looking as if his world was crumbling around him with no sense of getting better. Knowing Devon was a lot like his dad he knew pushing him wouldn't help, so he grabbed his laptop and finished doing some of his marking, the main difference of teaching little adorable children to pre-teens was that he had more marking to do. He sent a text to Kurt saying how Devon had just come in and suggested he take the twins to dinner so he could have some more time with Devon, Kurt had replied saying that was a brilliant idea and he would see him soon.

Half an hour into his marking, Blaine heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to see Devon walking down them; he had changed from his jeans and shirt to a pair of bright blue sweat pants and a black and blue hooded jumper. Over the years it still amused the men that their son always mismatched his pyjamas or indoor clothing.

"You ready for the film?" Blaine smiled.

"I thought...can we talk dad?" Devon whispered.

"Of course." Blaine smiled. "With a beer?"

"Please." Blaine nodded at his son and grabbed two from the kitchen, it was only light beer, and it was very rare for him to give his son one, he only ever gave him one or two at a time and always on a Friday when he didn't have to get to school in the morning.

"What's bothering you?" Blaine asked when his son hadn't gone to say anything.

"I... I'm falling behind in school and they want you to go in for a meeting next week." Devon whispered.

"I haven't been getting any letters..."

"I've been taking them from the mail box." Devon said looking down.

"Devon..."

"I just didn't want you and dad to e disappointed of me. Especially when the twins are like crazy genius people."

"Oh honey we would never be disappointed in you because of your school work. We know you try really hard."

"It's never good enough." Devon sighed. "I'm never good enough."

"You're more than good enough." Blaine insisted.

"Then why am I always on my own?" Devon whispered.

"I thought you and James..."

"He's on the football team now, he doesn't want to know me." Devon whispered.

"Oh honey." Blaine whispered. It had always just been Devon and James. They never questioned Devon hanging with anyone else because they've always just needed each other.

"Now when he's with them he doesn't even talk to me. He doesn't help me with my work like he used to. I just hate it there dad. I really do." Devon wiped his eyes; he refused to cry. He refused to breakdown because of something so stupid.

"Is anyone else giving you a hard time?" Blaine asked softly.

"I... Just the normal. You know jocks and that. I just... I don't have anyone there. Can... Can I be home-schooled or something?"

"We'll see. I'll talk to your dad okay." Blaine said and held his arms out for Devon who crawled into them much like he did when he was three years old.

At some point Devon had put the television on and put a random film on, Blaine could tell that his heart wasn't really in it and truth be told neither was his. All he could think about was how much pain and heart break his son was in and there was nothing he could do to take away that pain. Sometimes being a parent sucked. There was nothing to do to help his kid who was hurting. Blaine must have dozed off because soon the door was opening and Blaine wasn't too sure what time it was. He turned his head and smiled when he saw Devon was fast asleep beside him. "Hey you," Kurt breathed walking over to him and pressing his lips against Blaine's head. The moment Kurt's soft lips were on his Blaine thought maybe just maybe everything was going to be okay. "How is he?" Kurt asked as he helped Blaine up. Both trying not to wake Devon. "I'll tell you later. But he's okay for now. It's the weekend so we can spend some time as a family." Blaine whispered kissing Kurt softly. "Okay," Kurt said pressing his lips to Blaine's once more as the twins rushed in. Ariella jumped around Blaine's side and grinned. "Hey you, how was ballet?" Blaine asked twirling her hair between his fingers. Ariella's hair was lighter then Blaine's but a little darker than Kurt's and when it was down sat on her shoulders, the ends curling around her pale face slightly. "I was the best as always," She grinned proudly. "That's great but remember no one likes a show off," Blaine smiled. "I didn't show off. I was helping Lilly," Ariella pouted. "Okay good." Blaine smiled. He turned to Cory who was sitting on the arm of the chair beside Devon. "And how was dance for you?" "Okay." Cory shrugged. Cory did street dance in the same studio as Ariella, they had both been going since they were 5. Rachel had managed to make Ariella beg her dads to do ballet and when Kurt took Cory along the young boy had asked to so something too, so they had looked at everything there was to offer and he had chose street dance. Kurt was proud to say that they were both extremely good. "Okay." Blaine smiled, Cory wasn't much of a talker and for it to have been okay it must have been amazing. "Did you all eat?" "I had a chicken salad," Ariella grinned. "Cory had two cheeseburgers and he was still asking for another one but daddy said no." "I was hungry." Cory shrugged. "I think two burgers is enough. And what did you dad have?" "Daddy had a chicken salad too. Because it's clearly the best." She nodded. Cory rolled his eyes and smiled brightly when Devon started to wake up. "Hey Cory." Devon yawned as he woke up, he looked a little embarrassed waking up in front of everyone but Cory jumped on his lap and hugged him. "How was dance? You're all sweaty." Devon said pulling a face. Blaine watched them both with a smile, Cory looked up to Devon as the most amazing big brother there ever could be. Cory spoke lots around Devon and he always seemed more himself. "I'll shower in a bit." Cory yawned. "Tired? Thought we were watching transformers tonight." "We are." Cory insisted. "We still can right dads?" "Only If I can watch it too." Blaine grinned. "Why do you want to watch a stupid boy movie about robots?" Ariella laughed putting her hands on her hips. "Because there's lots of eye candy." Blaine winked causing Kurt to laugh and walk out. "Maybe we can all watch it?" Blaine suggested. "Only if I pick the next movie!" Ariella said looking up at Blaine with the most serious expression she could muster. "Sure thing kiddo." Blaine smiled. "I'm going to shower then." Cory said excitedly, he jumped off the sofa and rushed upstairs ignoring Blaine's shout for him to slow down. "I'm going to practice and then shower." Ariella declared with a nod and walked out of the room. "Hey dad." Devon said lightly making Blaine turn to look at him. "How come I never went to dance?" "You always said you didn't want to." Kurt smiled walking in from the kitchen. "I wanted you to take dance classes or singing but you said no. We wouldn't push you into something you didn't want. So me and your dad taught you the piano instead. And not to mention any free time you had was spent with Cooper or James," At the mention of James, Devon's face fell slightly. "Thanks for not pushing me dad." "We'd never push you into anything." Blaine assured him. "Thanks. Will you erm look through some work with me. Till they're ready for the movie?" Devon asked Blaine. "Course. Go and get it." Blaine smiled. Devon smiled back and ran up the stairs to get his work. An hour later and the family were sat down watching the film, Kurt and Blaine were in their normal seat – the love seat at back, Kurt's head was resting on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine had a tight grip around his waist holding onto him tightly. Kurt loved sitting like this with Blaine, he felt safe and protected like everything was perfect. Ariella was sat on her pink beanbag, she had a pad of paper on her lap and was writing something down every so often, Blaine always wondered what she wrote down, if she was anything like her God Mother probably ways to rule the world, or at least her ballet class. Cory and Devon were laying on their stomachs on the carpet, Devon's legs were in the are kicking every so often and Cory was laying still. Blaine watched his family with a smile, he had helped Devon as much as he could with his homework, he could see where Devon was getting confused and thought of hiring a tutor for him, he would talk about it with Kurt later and then discuss everything with Devon tomorrow. He heard Kurt purr beside him and looked down and smiled, all he could think about was right now in this very moment his family was perfect and nothing would change that.