(A.N:/ So, last chapter. I know I mentioned something about maybe adding on to it and I did! I just added those extra scenes in this chapter. There were a few scenes that I ended up cutting in this (they just didn't fit as well as I'd like them to) There is a bit of a random, fluff scene in here too...Anyway, last chapter! Sad about that but everything has to end eventually, right? And I have other stories to write (not to mention work, my novel, and my pathetic attempt at having a life). So, thank you all for reading and sticking with me through all this. I truly hope you enjoy this last chapter.)

"So," Jeff began, rolling over on the bed to face Nick. "Are you ready to talk yet?"

Nick nodded lazily. "I can't keep avoiding it, can I?"

Jeff shook his head. "Not really…So…You gay or what? Bi, pan, what?"

"I…I don't know…" Nick said, biting his lip.

Jeff smirked. "Well we know you aren't asexual."

Nick shot him a glare. "This isn't the time to start acting like an ass, Jeff."

"Yeah, yeah. So, you like me, right?"

Nick nodded. "Yeah…" He mumbled, stubbornly.

"Good. Then I couldn't give less of a fuck about anything else."

"What?" Nick asked.

Jeff pushed himself up on his elbows and gave Nick a wide, uneven, grin. "I don't give a fuck if you're gay or whatever. As long as you like me the rest doesn't matter."

Nick chuckled. "Cool. So…is this conversation over or…?"

"There's still one more thing to discus." Jeff said.

Nick pouted a little. "What?"

"Do you want to be with me?"

"What do you mean?"

Jeff sighed loudly, frowning at Nick. "Damn, you want me to fucking spell it out for you? Do you want to date me? God damn Duval, I'm not sure if I want to date a moron."

Nick frowned and hit Jeff with a pillow. "You're a dumbass, Sterling."

"And you didn't answer my question!" Jeff huffed back.

Nick sighed. "I…I don't know! I've never had a boyfriend before…"

"Yeah? Neither have I."

"What?" Nick asked, shocked.

Jeff shrugged. "I don't date people; I fuck 'em."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, fucking other people isn't exactly something you're supposed to brag about to your boyfriend…"

Jeff's face lightened up. "So you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Nick blushed. "I-I didn't say that! I ugh." Nick said, slapping his hand over his face. "You're so frustrating."

Jeff smirked. "You love me."

"You're not going to stop bothering me until I agree to go out with you, will you?"


Nick sighed dramatically. "Fine."

"Good." Jeff said, kissing Nick lightly on the lips. "So, wanna fuck?"

"No!" Nick said, swatting Jeff away. "It's seven in the morning, I want to sleep."

Jeff moaned loudly. "Fine." Jeff whined as he rolled over, facing away from Nick.

A few hours later Jeff woke up to the smell of something burning in the kitchen. He jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen, ready to put any sort of fire out, but stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him. There Nick was, coughing loudly as he tried to air out the oven. On the table was what Jeff assumed used to be food, that now looked more like charcoal than anything else.

"What the fuck, Duval?" Jeff asked, fully awake now.

Nick frowned. "I was…shut up! And quit laughing, asshole!" Nick yelled, annoyed.

Jeff continued to laugh. "Aw, you wanted to make breakfast for little old me? How sweet." He said, ina sarcastic tone while giving Nick a broad, uneven, smirk.

Nick's frown grew. "Fuck you, I never claimed to be a master chief!"

"Obviously not." Jeff mumbled, poking the burnt lump of food with his fingers. "So what was this anyway?"

"Pancakes…" Nick said, stubbornly.

"You put pancakes in the oven?" Jeff asked, confused.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, that's how they're supposed to be made, right?"

"Wow. Okay, so remind me never to fall asleep when you're near an oven. You're a walking fire hazard!"

"Asshole." Nick said, swatting at Jeff who was now eating the black lumps.

Jeff gagged a little and forced himself to swallow what was in his mouth. "It's uh…not that bad? Okay, no fuck that. This taste like shit. Like actual, out your ass, shit. You have no culinary skills what-so-ever."

Nick gapped. "Thanks for letting me down gently."

Jeff shrugged. "Hey, I tried it, didn't I?"

"You want a fucking gold star or something?" Nick said, bitterly.

Jeff smirked, knowing that he was bothering Nick. "Yeah, I do, actually."

"Fuck you."

"I'd rather be fucking you." Jeff said, cooly.


Jeff's smirk grew. "You're the one dating the perv."

"Aren't I lucky?" Nick said, sarcastically. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk, grabbed two bowls from the cupboard, and finally a box of cereal from the pantry. He handed Jeff a bowl and grabbed him a spoon. "Breakfast is served." Nick said, sitting down across from Jeff.

"Some five star restaurant shit you got going on here." Jeff said, jokingly as he poured his milk then cereal.

Nick grimaced. "Milk then cereal? Freak."

"Whatever. So," He started, about to change the subject. "School." He said, as if Nick was supposed to know what Jeff meant.

"Yeah, it's that place where people go to learn…What about it?"

"Are we going public or…" He said, trailing off.

"Oh…I…" Nick sighed. "Jeff, I-"

"It's fine. We can keep it a secret."

"Yeah?" Nick asked, smiling slightly.

Jeff gave Nick a lopsided smile. "Yeah, it'll be like our little secret or whatever."

Nick smiled back. "Thanks. So," He started, changing the subject. "Wanna go out, grab some breakfast or something?"

Jeff's eyebrows went up. "What? Nicholas Duval wants to be seen in public with me?!" Jeff said, dramatically.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll go by myself." He said, getting up from the table and heading towards the door.

"Hey, wait!" Jeff whined from the table.

Nick chuckled. "Dumbass, I'm not even dressed! You think I'd go out like this?" Nick asked, pointing down at his underwear.

Jeff smirked. "Well I'd be okay with that…"

"Pervert." Nick said, heading towards his room. "Go get dressed, we're leaving in ten."

"I don't have any clothes…" Jeff said.

Nick sighed. "Hold on." He mumbled, heading towards a different room.

"You better not be getting me your clothes! You wear teeny-bopper shit and I'm way too tall for that."

A few minutes later Nick returned with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, both obviously not belonging to Nick because of the size.

Jeff looked at the clothes in confusion for a moment. "What? These aren't yours…"

"They were my dads." Nick replied.

"Were?" Jeff questioned.

Nick nodded before pointing over to an urn beside the couch that the two sat on just last night. "Were. He died when I was five. He was in the military and he-"

"Died in battle." Jeff said, cutting Nick off.

"Killed himself." Nick corrected. "He came back and couldn't handle things anymore. My mom says he had PTSD."

Jeff nodded, placing a hand on Nick's shoulder. "Oh…I'm sorry, Nick."

Nick shrugged Jeff's hand off. "Don't be. He joined the military when I was like six months old and was only back for about three months before he killed himself. I didn't know him so it didn't really every affect me. I know that sounds horrible to not be sad over my own dad's death but…" He said, trailing off.

"But it was like a stranger died." Jeff said, nodding.

Nick nodded back, looking over at Jeff. "What about your parents?" Nick asked as he started pulling his pants on.

Jeff stiffened slightly. "Uh they're both alive. Divorced but still alive. Uh, Judy lives in Ireland now, and my father is here."

"Judy?" Nick asked, fixing his shirt.

"My mom." Jeff said.

"You call her by her first name?"

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, I do. We aren't close. Obviously, she lives a trillion miles away." Jeff said, trying to make a joke.

Nick gave Jeff a sympathetic look. He knew had hard it was growing up missing a parent. It was hard. "Jeff…" Nick said, softly.

"Don't. It's fine….Breakfast! Let's go." Jeff said, heading towards the door. "And don't be such a Debby-fucking-downer while we're gone either! And you're paying!"

Nick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I figured since you don't have any money…or anything else, for that matter…" He said, shutting the door behind him.

About twenty minutes later the pair found themselves inside a small coffee shop.

"So, first date…" Jeff said, chuckling a little to himself. "Never imagined myself doing this…especially with you."

"Yeah? Never thought I'd be here with you, either." Nick said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"It's nice though." Jeff said, giving Nick a small grin.

"It is." Nick said, quietly.

"Shit." Jeff said, suddenly, all colour draining from his face.

Nick gave Jeff a confused look. "What?" Nick followed Jeff's eyes to a man who looked similar to Jeff, only older. A few moments later it dawned on Nick just who that was. Even though the two had never met, it was obvious that it was Jeff's father, and by the look on Jeff's face, not to mention the bruises, he wasn't Jeff's favourite person in the world.

"We need to leave." Jeff said, terror in his voice.

Nick nodded. "Yeah." He grabbed Jeff's hand and snuck out of the shop as quickly as possible, luckily without Jeff's father noticing them. Nick glanced at Jeff who still looked shaken up. He gave Jeff a sympathetic look and squeezed his hand. "Let's go back to my place." He said, giving Jeff a small smile.

Jeff nodded a little. "Yeah…" Jeff said, following behind Nick to his car.

Jeff sighed loudly as he sat down on Nick's couch, running his fingers through his hair.

"You okay?" Nick asked, sitting down beside him.

"Fine. Yeah, I'm fine." Jeff said, trying to put his tough guy act back on.

"He's the one who beat you up, isn't he?" Nick asked.

"There's a lot of guys who want to beat me up. I fuck people's girlfriends, remember Duval?" Jeff hissed out.

Nick frowned. "Jeff…" He said, softly. "Don't do this."

"Do what?"

"Try to be all hard and ass-like. I've seen the real you. You aren't some cocky asshole."

"Fuck you. You don't know me." Jeff said, standing up and heading towards the door.

"I'd like to." Nick said, grabbing Jeff's hand so he couldn't leave. "If you'd let me." He added, quietly.

Jeff bit his lip. "Fuck." He mumbled before sighing. "Sorry, I'm-"

"Not used to being yourself around people. I get it." Nick said, offering Jeff a small smile.

"Everyone thinks I'm some badass. Even Seb and Blaine…and they're my best friends…No one knows the real me…" Jeff said, now facing Nick but looking down at the floor.

Nick wrapped his arms around Jeff, embracing him in a tight hug. "Then maybe it's time you let them."

Jeff shook his head. "I…It's not that easy. I've spent my entire life being this way. It's how I was raised; never show your emotions, it only shows how weak you are." Jeff said, as if he was reciting something he had heard over and over again throughout his life. "I just…can't."

"What about with me? Just me." Nick asked, lightly.


"It doesn't have to be all at once. Whenever you're ready." Nick said, pulling apart from Jeff and sitting down on his couch, patting the spot next to him for Jeff to sit down. Jeff complied and wrapped his hand and Nick's. "But," Nick started. "I don't want you going back there anymore. From now on, you're staying here." He announced.

"You do realize that your mom will notice that there's another person living here, right?"

Nick shrugged. "She's home maybe ten hours a day and eight of them she's asleep. She wouldn't notice even if I didn't tell her. Besides, she's always talking about wanting a live-in maid and baby-sitter for Maggie."


Nick chuckled. "Seriously though, I'll tell my mom when she gets back what's going on, I won't tell her everything, just that you need a place to stay. My mom's cool like that. She won't ask any questions just as long as you behave."

"Yeah, that'll be easy considering in the last month I've gotten kicked out of my old school and my house…"

Nick kissed Jeff on the nose. "Well then, I guess we'll have to work on your manners."

"I love you." Jeff said, suddenly.

Nick smiled. "I know." He said, leaning his head on Jeff's shoulder.

The two remained silent for some time before Nick looked up at Jeff and smiled.

Jeff smiled back but gave Nick a confused look. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just…if a month ago someone told me I'd be dating another guy, you of all guys, I would have told them they were crazy…If that makes sense. It just feels like luck that we ended up even meeting."

"No, I get that. I mean, if a month ago someone told me that I would actually be…happy…I wouldn't believe them either."

"You know I almost didn't go to that party."

"We almost didn't meet?"

"We almost didn't meet. It's kind of like fate wanted us to meet though. Like we were meant to be."

Jeff huffed. "Don't try pulling that star crossed lovers shit on me, Duval. I don't think I can handle a sappy boyfriend."

Nick playfully rolled his eyes and swatted at Jeff. "Whatever."

Jeff chuckled. "And to think that you were just supposed to be a cheap and easy fuck."

"Gee, thanks." Nick said, sarcastically. "But we almost didn't meet…That's so weird to wrap my brain around now that we have. I'd still be with my girlfriend…and straight…I would've been missing out on you and would have never known…"

"Like you lost something?" Jeff asked.

"Something that I never had…or even saw." Nick said, nodding a little to himself.

"Hey Nick?"


Jeff gave Nick a lopsided, honest, smile. "I'm glad we met."

Nick smiled and kissed Jeff. "I'm glad we met too."

(A.N:/ And that would be the end to yet another story of mine. So, first off, before I get anyone asking about Nick's dad and Maggie (who is only six when Nick's father died when Nick was five.) She is his half-sister. In the original draft there was a small scene that explains that but in the end it got cut. I might possibly add some of the cut scenes to my tumblr page, I'm not sure. In the original Nick and Jeff ran into Mr. Sterling and they had a conversation...

Sad to see it finished but every story needs to end sometime. I want to thank everyone for reading and sticking with me through my hiatus's and long ass periods of me just not writing. I know there have been some lengthy waits for updates (on all of my stories). So thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'll be working on some other stories soon (which you can check out first hand, well before they get posted here, on my tumblr, glee-fanfiction . tumblr . com) Again, thanks for reading and I truly hope you enjoyed the story.

Oh, and just so I don't end this story on a Debby-downer sort of A.N, I am thinking about making a sequel to this story. OR an epilogue. Something. Maybe. I don't know, but I'd like to do something. Not completely sure because I actually ended this story on a happy note and I usually don't do that...I'd like to leave it with Nick and Jeff being on good terms with each other, and more importantly, I'd like them to both be happy in at least one of my stories!)