As soon as Blaine came home, he got rid of his jacket. It was far too warm for it, and Blaine had felt uncomfortable all day. He made his way through the awfully large house, searching for his mother. She was sitting in the backyard with two of her friends. Blaine only recognized one of them, Quinn's mother, as she and his mother were rather close.
"Hi Mom, hello Mrs Fabray." He smiled, then made his way to the other woman and shook her hand.
"Hello, my name is Blaine, I'm Pamela's son. Pleased to meet you."
The woman looked just as pleased, and smiled back at him, then at his mother.
"Well, Pam has hidden you very well, look at you. Why have I never met him before, Pam?"
"Blaine stays inside a lot of his time, and you have never introduced your son either!"
While the women went back to their chattering, Blaine excused himself and went upstairs into his bathroom, where he took a long shower and made sure that none of the hair gel stayed in his hair.
Afterwards he cursed at himself. He totally forgot to take out his contact lenses, and his eyes burned through the whole shower.
He quickly took them out, and grabbed his glasses as soon as he returned to his room.
In middle school he used to wear glasses to school all the time, but he soon learned that it was less painful for him and less expensive for his mother to just use the lenses. The other kids would just snap them otherwise.
These days he wore contact lenses at school, but he didn't really liked them. But as soon as he came home, he switched to his glasses. He had quite a collection of them - different colors, different shapes. Almost like his bow ties...
He then took a towel and dried his hair a little bit. When he looked into the mirror, it was no longer Blaine who looked back. It was Devon, all wild, curly hair with big tinted glasses that hid his eyes perfectly and broad shoulders.
Only in his boxer shorts he went into the basement where his equipment was.
Living in a big house as the only child had his perks - one of them being the space he got to himself. About two years ago, when he started his videos on YouTube, he asked his father if he could have this room if he cleaned it. Then he had bought better cameras and a new guitar and some furniture and other decorations, so now the basement looked like a proper bedroom of a popular teenager. No one would guess that nerdy Blaine had created it.
He went to the wardrobe and took out some of Devon's clothes. He went for] dark jeans his audience probably wouldn't even get to see, since today's video was simply about him singing and strumming his guitar, and a black and white striped t-shirt which covered part of his arms.
With the transformation from Blaine to Devon completed, he took his guitar and started strumming on it, warming up his voice at the same time.
As Devon, he always felt free to be himself. He enjoyed the feeling and the positive reaction the Internet gave him. Why was it so different at school?
When he posted his first video, he fought with himself. He wanted to show of a bit yes, but YouTube?
Everyone could see this.
Could comment, hate on it.
And what if someone who went to his school saw it and recognized him?
So he pulled out some sunglasses, some of Cooper's old clothes and had styled his hair differently - well, he just didn't do anything to calm the curls.
Then he had looked into the recording camera and started singing a random Katy Perry song that had been stuck in his head all day. At the beginning of 'Hot n' Cold' the oversized jacket covered his whole stature, but as he continued strumming, it slid down his arms and back until he shrugged it off, with arms and shoulders clear to see.
When Blaine watched himself 'perform' on the screen of his laptop, he wasn't all that happy. But - no one would be able to tell it was him, so maybe it wasn't all bad. He decided to just do something reckless once and created a YouTube account called 'Devon.A'. And it worked out great. After two days he had 170 clicks and 16 people subscribed to him. He continued making videos of himself singing, mostly pop songs, in the hope of maybe getting a little fan base.
And really, after only a few months (10, thanks to Lady Gaga, who had shared a link of him singing 'Poker Face' on Twitter), he was quite well known on YouTube - he had almost one million subscribers. Even people at school had started talking about him.
Right now? It was almost 5 million.
Just to, you know, inform you. Not to show of or something. Pffft, no.
After a few minutes he finished his warm ups and was sure to hit all the notes, so he turned on the camera and smiled.
"Hi everybody - Devon here! I hope your day was awesome, mine sure was! (He didn't want to come across as a looser okay?!) So, today, now that we're all here, I'll sing 'Last Friday Night' by Katy P. for you. Hope you enjoy!"
He winked and then started strumming. He closed his eyes as he started to sing, and got lost in the music. Because this was what it was all about. Him singing. Of course he did videos for fun sometimes, dancing and joking and all, but not this time.
Once he finished, he talked a little more with the fans that would (hopefully) watch this later, and then turned it off.
He did a little bit of editing and then uploaded the file to YouTube.
He had never been one for special effects and cutting the bad scenes out (on rare occasions yes, but mostly he didn't).
Could check the comments again, Blaine thought, and clicked on the video called 'Hey Soul Sister'.
In the beginning Blaine had read every comment he got, and answered most.
Like the one that got him to not wear jackets in his videos anymore. (He was hot now, okay?)
Today?
There were so many - even if spent the whole day reading, he wouldn't manage to see them all.
Most of the comments said things like 'he's so hot' or 'love his voice' or were telling him what song to perform next. Of course there always was a little hate, but the volume was so small, that he just didn't care. He knew his voice wasn't bad and that he wasn't ugly, whatever people at school told him.
'God, I would love to just have a romantic date with him and just stare into his perfect blue eyes and...' At that point Blaine stopped. That was the thing he didn't get. In none of his videos his eyes were visible thanks to his tinted glasses and still everybody seemed certain that they were blue.
Why? He didn't know. Nothing implied that.
But, never mind.
Of course the fair share of the comments were about who he was and where he lived and so on. The only things Blaine had told his fans were that he was now 16 years old and lived in America - what most people had already suspected.
And, that he was gay. Devon was out and proud. While he was sure that at school he would be bullied and beaten up for being gay, his Internet fans were really positive about it. They shipped him with other YouTubers and supported him.
Blaine only shipped himself with Kurt Hummel, but he kept that to himself. Who knew if Kurt even watched his videos? He definitely didn't like Blaine (well, he didn't know him). But did he like Devon?
Did he even know of him? Or, maybe, was he a fan?
'I should eventually find it out. Make a plan...' Blaine told himself as he went through the commentary and every now and then answered a few.
Blaine had already thought about going in public as Devon sometimes. He knew for a fact that most of his school watched his videos, and wouldn't it be fun to see them drool over him? About the guy who 'would never get a girlfriend' - not that he wanted one - who 'was as cool as the homework he loved so much'?
And maybe, if he did that, then he could find out if Kurt knew about Devon and maybe liked him...
'Yeah. I should do that! But not today...'
