A/N: And here is the second chapter! To all of you that reviewed, favorited, and/or alerted this story, thank you so much, it really made my whole week. :D I was honestly not expecting to get such positive feedback and so many hits on this, so I was pleasantly surprised at the results. I hope that this chapter meets up to your expectations, so here you go!
A week passed, and soon it was Saturday night. Nick was due back at Dalton, but Jeff barely registered that fact. He had done nothing but lay face down on his bed, plagued by his longing mind with extraordinary dreams all week. He'd also spent a good portion of that time crying. Luckily, his roommate was never around, so he could sob his breaking heart out in peace.
Jeff was finally cracking; he could feel it. The time had come. He was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts by sharp knock on his door.
"Go 'way," he mumbled into his soggy pillow. He didn't want to see anybody, especially not right now and not ever. Why couldn't he catch a break? The person knocked again, this time more urgently.
The blond's heart fluttered for a second. It was Nick. Beautiful, perfect Nick was the one outside his door. But then he remembered why he was so upset in the first place, so he didn't answer. He didn't even lift his head from its place on the pillow.
"Jeff, I know you're in there. Blaine told me earlier that you haven't come out of your room all break."
Damn Blaine and his nosiness. He was so not helping his problem here. Jeff made a mental note to throttle the lead Warbler later, if he could manage to pry him away from Kurt's lips, that is. He'd need a crowbar to properly manage that.
As he debated in his mind who to go to to locate said crowbar, the door opened cautiously. Jeff groaned quietly to himself when Nick entered the room. He did not want the brunet to see him like this: pathetic and sobbing. Jeff never cried, or at least not in front of anyone. Quite a few tears had been shed over Nick in private since freshman year.
Nick walked over to where his friend was and sat down on the bed next to him. He had yet to notice the complete state the Jeff was in because his face was still buried in his pillow.
"Jeff, why won't you even look at me?" Nick placed his hand on Jeff's arm. Jeff remained silent and unmoving, refraining himself from shivering as Nick's touch sent a spark of electricity through his body. Nick sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his dark locks; he didn't know what was up with his best friend lately. They were normally so close but Jeff had taken to pushing him away, avoiding him, and was self confined in his dorm, doing absolutely nothing. It was driving Nick crazy.
"Jeff, come on. Please," Nick pleaded. "Just talk to me." But still Jeff refused; if did sit up, Nick wouldn't be able to miss his puffy red eyes and the tear tracks down his face. He didn't want that to happen because that would guarantee to lead to awkward questions and a concerned Nick and argh, he couldn't take one more minute of this.
Jeff sat up at last, but looked anywhere but Nick. Even so, a blind man would have been able to see that he was upset, it was that obvious.
"Jeffie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Nick immediately asked. Jeff shook his head. He didn't trust himself to say anything, not just yet.
"Please tell me," Nick whispered as tears formed in his own eyes. It broke his heart to see his friend in such a state. He pulled Jeff into a tight embrace and didn't let go even as the taller boy attempted unsuccessfully to free himself from his grasp.
Dear, sweet Nick. Of course he would comfort Jeff. Not that he was going to give up on finding out what it was that was making him feel so upset.
After Jeff calmed down some, he managed to wriggle himself out from Nick's arms and moved away slightly. Nick frowned at his action. "Jeff, seriously, what's wrong?" He was going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.
"Why do you care?" Jeff's voice broke. He didn't mean to sound snappish, it was just the first think to come to his mind to say. Nick's frown deepened at his words.
"I thought that that'd be obvious: because you're my best friend and I lo-" he was cut off by a groan from the blond. Jeff flopped back onto his bed and mumbled something unintelligible.
"What was that? Speak up, Jeff!"
Screw this. Screw everything. Jeff thought. I am done acting; I don't care anymore.
"I said," he rolled over on his stomach, "Not in the way I want you to." This was it. There was no turning back now.
Nick's face showed nothing but confusion. "Huh? What do you mean by that?" Gosh, he could be thick sometimes, especially when it was important. Yet, it was one of the many traits that Jeff found endearing about him.
"What I mean, is that you say that you love me all the time, which I totally believe, but you don't exactly return my feelings for you, which are much stronger than friendly love."
Nick remained silent. If they were in a cartoon, there would be a giant, flashing question mark above his head. Jeff wanted to bang his own head repeatedly against the wall until his brain turned into jelly. Could he not make himself any clearer? How else could he get the point he was trying to make across when the boy sitting in front of him was more oblivious than a certain dapper Warbler? Did he have to spell out every single little thing for Nick for him to get it?
So he did.
"Nick, I am in love with you, and I have been ever since freshman year. I couldn't help it; I just fell for you, which isn't that surprising if you think about it considering how amazing you are. I never said anything to you because it would inevitably ruin our friendship and that would, in a way be, much worse than you rejecting me because I just can't live without you, and you're my best friend. Yes, I know that by telling you this I now destroyed the great relationship that we had because you are obviously straight, not to mention gorgeous and absolutely perfect and could never see me that way and I should've just kept it to myself but with you looking at me with your beautiful brown eyes that I love so much I can't keep it all in anymore. I'm sorry. Now, I'm going to stop talking so you can leave me alone to drown in my own misery." There. The truth was out now.
The whole time that Jeff had spent rambling, Nick sat there in surprise, his mouth gaped open in an "o" shape. He was stunned beyond belief, and his facial expressions showed that. I must be dreaming, he thought. This is too wonderful to be reality. The instant he heard his own name and the words "I am in love with you," tumble out of Jeff's mouth, he was instantly teleported to a different, dreamlike dimension.
At the end of his little impromptu speech, the blond hung his head and braced himself for the ultimate rejection. I am such an idiot.
Instead, he felt that Nick scooted closer to him, lifted his chin up with two fingers, and gently pressed his lips to his.
Now Jeff was the one in shock; this was the last thing that he expected to happen, even in the best case scenario. But it did happen, and he enjoyed it immensely. Once he got over the initial surprise, he kissed Nick back, noting how soft the latter's lips were against his, and so perfect, as if they were supposed to be there. As if Nick was the only person that Jeff should ever kiss, ever.
Jeff broke it off first, but he was smiling as he did. The kiss was chaste and short, while at the same time really sweet and better than either of the boys could've ever imagined in their wildest daydreams.
"You like me?" he asked, slightly breathless, not yet fully believing that this has just happened. Nick shook his head.
"I'm in love with you, Jeff," he corrected. "I have been absolutely crazy about you for a while now, but I simply couldn't figure out how to tell you."
"So, you're bi?" He just had to know.
Nick shrugged. "I suppose if you wanted to put a label on it, yeah. But you're the only guy I've ever had feelings for. I also didn't want to get my hopes up because you're perfect and I'm nobody," Nick lowered his head when he said that last part and his voice was almost a whisper.
Jeff wrapped his arms around the smaller boy comfortingly and pulled him onto his lap. "Don't say that, Nicky. Don't ever say that; you're the one that's perfect." Nick buried his face into Jeff's shoulder as he hugged him.
"I love you." It felt wonderful to say those three little words now that Jeff knew that he meant it in a different, deeper context, like he had wanted to for a year now.
"I love you, too." Jeff's heart soared as he responded. So this was what it felt like to feel as if everything was truly right in the world.
"Now," Nick sat up with a grin that would put the Cheshire cat to shame on his face. "Do you really think that my eyes are beautiful?" Jeff's ears and cheeks turned bright pink. Nick thought that it was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.
"Yeah, I do. They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life. They're not just plain brown, but the exact color of melted milk chocolate and I love them. They're so expressive, too; I can sometimes tell just what you're thinking by looking into them." Jeff bit his bottom lip nervously as he revealed this piece of information. But there was no need to, as Nick smiled shyly and a blush worked its way up his cheeks.
"Your eyes are gorgeous, too, Jeffie." He stated, still blushing. "The perfect shade of hazel, with green around the edges."
Jeff suddenly leaned closer to Nick so that their lips barely brushed together. "I want to kiss you again," he whispered, his breath hot against Nick's mouth. "More than anything else right now."
"Then kiss me," the brunet breathed back. That was all the encouragement Jeff needed before he tiled his head slightly and moved in for a more a deeper, more passionate kiss that conveyed all of his feelings toward Nick into it.