Author's Note:

So, here we go. I hope you'll enjoy this Chapter! If you do, maybe leave a Review, I'm always happy to read those! At this point, thanks to everybody who already did!


When Blaine didn't recieve a text back immediatly, he started to panic. Did they find it suspicious that Blaine asked right after they spoke with Devon? Were they debating whether they should tell him the truth about when they were arriving in Ohio or not? Or maybe they were still logged on their computer as Wezzy&Dave and didn't see the message from Blaine, talking about plans with Devon maybe?

After a few minutes of waiting, his phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Wesley!

-Hey B, everything's still as planned. Why?

... Blaine was a little disturbed by the message. So they... Did what, exactly? Lie to him? Did not want to spend more time with him? Were keeping things from him? What if they didn't want to spend more time with him because he annoyed them? He often talked to them about his problems, but what if they weren't interested in them? 'Oh god, I'm always whining about things when we talk... I'm acting like a baby, of course they don't want to listen to me talking about my shitty life all the time... No wonder they prefer me as Devon...'

Blaine tossed his phone into the corner of his room. This wasn't fair. He wasn't perfect, he knew that very well. But he wasn't that bad, was he? But then why does nobody like me? 'They all want Devon, Blaine doesn't matter to anyone. Except my mom...'

His phone buzzed again, but he didn't bother looking at it.

Instead he decided to enjoy the rest of his evening as Devon, forgetting about his miserable self.
He returned to his computer and opened the browser, which immediately opened his blog. He clicked log in and spend the next hours scrolling through comments from his fans, who loved him. No. Loved Devon. But he was Devon. Right? He scrolled a little further, not realizing how much time had passed and for once not caring, because he didn't have to go to school the next day anyway.

Gaga4Anderson: Blaine couldn't help but grin at the name. Someone was really into him...

Hi Devon! It's me, Kurt Hummel! I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the lead singer of the New Directions at McKinley High?! Anyways, I thought, maybe, you could dedicate a song to me? I will leave it up to you to decide wich one :D I hope thats not too much to ask for?
-Kurt

Blaine scuffed. 'So as Blaine I'm shit for him, but as Devon he wants me to sing for him? Cruel world, really.'

Still, maybe he would. He was always at his best when he sang about stuff that affected him personally... He'd have to think about the perfect song.

Some time past midnight, he wrote a new post.

Devon.a-the-blogger:
Hey Everybody! So, as some of you will remember, my friends Wezzy&Dave, (he linked their channel on their names) have the idea to produce a kind of crossover video. How do you guys feel about it? Tell meee!
Devon

He just needed some kind of encouragement right now, and he knew his fans wouldn't let him down.
After not even two minutes, the first answers appeared on the screen.

Theyre like - SO COOL! Of course you shuold!

I love you all three! Yes yes yes

You'd totally break Tumblr

Ya such a cutie Dev! Yes! I just looked them up, you'd make the perfect video, I'm sure!

Blaine smiled. It felt so nice to read those words. To be praised, to be loved by people who didn't even know him. And for the first time in a long time, Blaine didn't overthink things. He didn't wonder about the what if's. This night, when he got to bed after wishing his mother good night, he felt content. Happy. And if a few strangers who didn't even know his real name were the reason of that, then so be it.

When Blaine woke up Thursday morning, things looked a bit different - the clock on his nightstand said 9:23.

9:23! On a Thursday morning.

9:23 on a SCHOOLDAY!

He panicked, ran into the bathroom, brushed his teeth and felt some kind of emotion that he normally suppressed when he wasn't boxing. (Blaine doesnt have a nice school life, still he is always calm and doesnt want to fight, or lose his temper, when he's boxing he lets it all out). Why hadn't his mother woken him up?! He stared at himself in the mirror, furiously moving his toothbrush.
Did she do this with some kind of intention? Did she want to sabotage his good reputation with the teachers? Did she want to embarrass him?
His hand stopped. 'What if something happened? Oh my god, what if she's had a... a heart attack or something and I'm standing here thinking stuff like this when she -'
He closed his eyes when he remembered - the kind-of-fight, the coming-out, the promise of his mother that he could stay home today.

The boy let out a sigh and spit out the rest of the toothpaste. He cleaned his mouth, left the bathroom, and fell into his bed again.
He just lay there for a while, losing himself in his thoughts, in ideas for songs to cover, worries about his friends who apparently didn't want to tell him that they're staying in Ohio longer and about the New Directions.

When he realized he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, he got up and ran into the basement quietly to grab his phone from where it was still lying on the floor after he had thrown it the evening before. He ran up again and unlocked it and stared at the reason he had thrown it to the ground in first place.

-Hey, yeah everything still as planned. Why?

Except that now, there were more texts.

-Hey, B. Answer so I know you're not dead.

-Did you make other plans? Can we not meet? We miss you though :(

There was a picture of Wes and Dave, both looking like sad puppies next, and Blaine felt stupid. 'What if they don't mean it? What if they mean it? Urgh, why does this have to be so complicated?'

He wrote back now, he didn't mean to worry them unnecessarily.

-no, don't worry guys. Just wanted to make sure :p

He pressed send and wanted to close messages, but then realized that there were three more texts now, from an unknown number.

-I swear, if you don't show up within the next three minutes, I'll throw you out of glee.

The message had been send 19 minutes ago. He swallowed, and scrolled down.

-that's it. Don't come here again. You're out.

His head felt kind of numb and he couldn't breath smoothly. Even though there was no name under the messages, and he didn't know for sure who the number belonged to, it didn't take a genius to figure out they were probably from Kurt. Of course he didn't tell him who he was. People knew Kurt Hummel. With stiff fingers he scrolled down once more.
Nothing. That was it.
He was out...

Blaine closed his eyes. No. That couldn't be it, could it? He had already gone through a lot of stuff because of this club, he couldn't be out before he was really in!

He tried to scroll down again, but it didn't work. He took a deep breath, and opened the third message, again, from an unknown number, this one sent 5 minutes ago.

-Hey, it's Finn. We should have had first period together, and you weren't there, so you're probably ill or something. I managed to convince Kurt not to throw you out, so just get healthy soon. He hates it when someone doesn't show up. Hope your voice is okay.

Alright. It was alright. He was still in.

He didn't feel better.

Blaine laid in bed a little longer, until he decided that it wouldn't help anyone if he worried about this any longer. He wasn't at school today, so he shouldn't have to think about it at all.

He refused to answer Kurt right now (he was kind of afraid that he'd be bitchy) so he answered Finn instead.

-Thank you. I'll be back tomorrow, I promise. Is there anything I should prepare?

Then he opened his browser to check on his blog, his fans' reaction to the post he had made last night. There were quite a lot new comments, almost all of them positive. And, Blaine realized, there was a group of them that ended with NDMH. A large group.
He didn't now what to make of it, so he googled it. There were no results.

Devon.a-the-blogger
Hi everyone! What does NDMH mean? I fell kinda stupid for not knowing... And I don't like it xD

Again, it didn't take long for his fans to answer.

Don't know... Maybe it's an Internet movement?

Sound weird.

Never Don't Make Hotdogs?


Author's Note:

If you have an Idea what it is, then write it down in the Reviews! If it's right, there will be a surprise!