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"Oh." Wes said.

"Oh, indeed." David added.

Blaine said nothing. He just stared at his two best friends through his sunglasses, not moving an inch.
The sunglasses, that only Devon wore. With his curls wild and in his slightly too big, grey jacket and washed out jeans - his Devon clothes.
He swallowed, opened his mouth and then closed it again. What to say?
He blinked a few times, and threw up his right arm as if to say 'Well. Shit,' which was exactly what was going on in his mind right now.

Wes and Dave didn't move, didn't say anything, didn't do anything to break the silence. So Blaine did the only thing he could think of. He ran away. He turned around and made his way upstairs, as fast as he could manage without falling on his face, ran into his room and shut the door closed.

He just stood there for a few seconds, his heavy breaths the only noise in the room and his head empty.
Finally, a question made its way in his head. 'What should I do now?'
The first one was followed by others quickly, 'Did they really recognize me? Maybe they just think I looked different? No, they met Devon in person before, they have to know by now. Did mom tell them? Oh god, what will they think? Do they hate me now? What should I do?'
Blaine hid his face in his hands, willing the panic away and breathing in and out slowly. A panic attack wouldn't help him. 'Alright. Think logically. Hey. At least they didn't lie to me. They just didn't tell me so they could surprise me. So that's good right? They were always honest with me and I lied to them. For over a year now. Brilliant.'
He let out a groan. 'Maybe I should just go downstairs again and be honest for once in my life.'

The boy let out a breath again and turned around, his hand already on the door, when there was a knock.

'Calm down, Blaine.'

He opened the door, and looked at Wesley and David, who both had stern expressions on their faces.

"So..." he mumbled, and made a step back so his friends could come inside his bedroom. But they didn't, the only movement was David, who crossed his arm. 'Oh right, David can be a bitch if he wants to be.'

Blaine swallowed. "Guys, I-"

"So, Blaine." Wesley interrupted him. "Or should I call you Devon?" Blaine didn't know what it was, but Wes sounded weird. Maybe it was just the big, fat disappointed look on his face that made it hard to talk.

"Guys..." He hadn't felt this badly ever. When the New Directions were mean or the jocks bullied him, he always knew that there were people who supported him, people who liked him the way he really was. Now these people were mad at him, because he lied to them. He betrayed them.

"Guys, what?" Wesley asked. "Guys, I lied to you? Guys I -" Wesley was interrupted by David, who burst into laughter, and started laughing.

"I'm so-sorry, Wes, I couldn't - hold it in!" David looked as if he might piss himself. Wesley didn't seem to mind at all, as he was laughing himself. Blaine didn't know what to do. They weren't mad? What was so funny? Were they laughing about him? They just found out he lied to them!

"What's so-" he wanted to ask, but was interrupted again, this time from Wes.

"You should have seen your face!"

"Yeah," David agreed, "you looked ready to die!" He had calmed down a bit, still laughing, but he was able to talk again. He now stepped into his friend's room, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Wow, Blaine, I haven't laughed like that in a while." His face turned straight again. "And I'm laughing a lot lately."
Wesley followed him, and looked at Blaine, still smiling. "Blaine." He sounded kind of serious, but still kind. Blaine was sure he looked like a deer in headlights. "Calm down. We're not mad at you."

"You're... Not?" 'Alright.' Blaine thought, 'I have no idea what's going on.'

"No." David said. "Of course not. We thought it was... Kinda cute."

"Cute?" He asked? What was cute about that?

"You being all... 'Secret identity', like Hannah Montana."

'Wait - what?'

"Yeah," Wes continued, "I mean Blaine. We're your best friends. We've been best friends for a while now. We know your face when we see it." The Asian boy did this thing where he tilted his head down a bit - Blaine hated it when he did that, because normally it meant that Blaine didn't understand something he really should.

"So... You've known? All along?" He asked. Why didn't they say anything then?
David scoffed. "Of course we've known. We've known it was you since we saw your first video."
Wesley sat down on Blaine's bed because David had already taken his chair, and Blaine just stood in the middle of the room.

"But- how?" Wesley took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Is this a serious question, Blaine? Devon is your middle name. We've known for years, I won't repeat that again. We know how your basement looks, even though you have bought a bit of furniture. You can't just dress differently and put no gel in your hair and think your best friends won't recognize you! I'm almost offended you'd even think that."

'Oh yeah. Opps.'

"And the jacket." David added, "You wore that jacket. We gave it to Cooper as a birthday present."

"That's... Uh..." 'We'll, I didn't see that coming.'

"But still. Why didn't you tell us?" Blaine sat down on the bed next to Wes, who turned slightly so he could look at him better.

"Really, B." Wes made a sorrowful face, and Dave even pulled his chair closer to the bed. Blaine, again, didn't know what to do, or say.

"What is it with you for the past few weeks? I mean, besides the fact that you hid Devon-"

"Yeah," Blaine said, "can we come back to that? I mean, okay, what, you guys knew? Like, all the time?"

His friends just shrugged.

"No, don't be like that! I mean, what the fuck, why - why aren't you mad at me?" He just didn't understand. That was not how things were supposed to be.

Finally, Wesley answered. "Blaine. You didn't want to tell us, and we decided that that is okay. In the beginning, it just seemed like a way for you to be yourself. You seemed so open and loose, and that is something that really did you good. And then, when Devon became viral, we thought you'd tell us. You didn't, but at least you contacted us. So it was obvious that you wanted us to 'know', at least in a way, but we just thought that if you couldn't tell us, then you shouldn't have to.

"And now it's out, and that's good, because you really pulled back from us over the past months. So now, can we just say no more secrets? We're best friends. And the reason we're here is that we want you to know that you're important to us and that we'll be here for you, whatever happens. We wanted to tell you that we know you're Devon these days and now it's out - oh come here."

He pulled Blaine to his side, and when did he start crying? He sniffled in Wes' shirt. After minute, he pulled back and rubbed his eyes.

"That's, uh. Thanks. Guys. Uh, that means a lot to me." He smiled, and willed the tears back.

"Always, man." Dave promised. "So, you said school's hard? Why?"

"I told you about the show choir?" His friends nodded. "Well. A little while ago, I decided that maybe I could join. But they didn't want me, because I'm a loser-"

"You're not, Blaine, maybe at school they think so, but you're not." Blaine looked at David, who was watching him with a stern expression. He gave a small, fast nod, almost afraid to agree with his friend.

"Alright, uh, so they didn't want me, but then I found out they are fans of Devon, so I thought, why not, you know..."

"Have some fun with it?" Wesley asked.

"Kind of like that. No, wait, that sounds wrong. I just... They're always so cool, and they're always so mean to me, and..." he looked at his hands, feeling a bit ashamed now. "I guess I wanted to prove myself and them, that I'm not as bad as they think. That they'd like me if they gave me a chance."

The boy looked up again, to see if his friends agreed with him. Wesley looked deep in thought while Dave was still looking at him. "Then what happened? Oh wait! You met with them, right? I think I read it on your blog." Kind of surprised that the other boy would remember something like that, he told them about their meeting, and about how much fun it had been to see all the 'cool' people from school acting like a bunch of puppies.

"Was this boy there? Kurt?" Dave asked with a smirk which immediately made Blaine blush.

"Yeah. He was... I don't know what to think of him. He seems to be in love with me - well, Devon-"

"Blaine." Wes interrupted, "there is no way you are going to use Devon to get a date with this boy! Even-"

"Woah, woah, Wes. I'd never do that."

"Good. I wouldn't have thought so, just wanted to make sure."

"Anyways, it's the same with the rest of them. They all love me when I'm Devon and still hate Blaine at school. I asked them as Devon to let 'a friend' audition, so I thought we could really be friends, you know? But when I actually got in, they made sure I knew it was only for my voice and Devon. They still hate me."

"That's a bad situation you're in there..." Wes rubbed his eyes, seeming really concentrated on Blaine's problems. 'God, I really missed them...'

"I'd kind of like to get to know them. Just so we know what's going on, and what we could maybe do."

"I seriously don't think you guys could do anything... But I really appreciate the offer, it's nice to just let it all out, you know?"

Dave grinned. "I think you're underestimating us."

"Yeah, Blaine. How about we come to school with you tomorrow? You're such a good student, I'm sure no one would be bothered."

"Uhhh, guys... You're kind of famous, that would be a bit weird, even by my standards."

Wes and Dave shared a look. "B, if you can go undercover, we can go undercover."

When he laid in his bed that night, his friends in the guest room, he felt calm again. He couldn't believe how awesome this day had turned out. The good thing about Wes and Dave was, that whatever it was, they made him feel good about himself. About everything, really. And the next day would be awesome. Wes had insisted checking the club out, and even though he had no idea how he should explain being friends to so many famous people, he was sure it would rock, for once, to be cool as Blaine.