A/N: I'll mark this as a WIP, unless I get reviews suggesting I don't continue it! This was a recent friend who encouraged me to do this, you know who you are! They wanted fluff; I'm not good at fluff… That one story wasn't good…

Disclaimer: Do you really think I'd be writing Fan Fiction if I owned Glee and all recognizable products?

I'm relatively new to Neff/Niff so don't flame please! All cooked up in my brain at 1:30 AM, so it may be horrible!

Words: 1,082

Rating: T

Warnings: Neff/Niff SLASH, implied underage drinking, language, and flangst!

It was a stupid dare, at a stupid party, filled with stupid alcohol.

Nick was average. Not an amazing singer, but good, and not a bad dancer, but ok. He didn't know why he consented to the party in the first place. I mean honestly, who parties over a loss, anyway? But in the end he did. He went to the stupid party, (who the hell invited the New Directions? And where the fuck was Blaine? It was his stupid going away party!) and got stupid wasted, and played stupid 'Truth or Dare.' That was Friday, it was now Sunday and Nick was beyond confused.

He had kissed his best friend, and it felt better than good. He thought he was straight, but lately he's been finding himself staring at guys-no, one guy in particular. Jeff was, in simple terms, hot. He had platinum blonde hair, styled in a way that made Nick drool just at the thought, eyes a complex shade of green/brown that would take hours to decipher, and lips, oh god those lips, that were rose petal smooth and tasted like fucking starburst and Red Vines. He groaned in frustration as the scene and the horrifying morning after flashed through his mind, again.

A loud snort erupted from the majority of the Warblers when Nick's dare was given by Cameron.

"I dare you to…kiss Jeff, on the lips." He slurred, a sloppy grin covering his face. Nick blushed, 'Did he know? How could Cameron know?' A small chuckle left Jeff's lips,

"Come on Nicky, or do you not like me?" Jeff pouted, the expression nearly killing Nick.

Nick plastered a grin on his face and leaned in to kiss Jeff. He meant for it to be just a peck, but he couldn't stop. Jeff wasn't resisting, so it was ok, right? So he deepened the kiss. He was so absorbed in this kiss, that he didn't realize the wolf whistles from the guys, or the loud

"WANKY!" shouted by Santana. It was when Jeff groaned and pulled him on to the floor, his soft, pale hands holding Nick's head to him. They both shifted and, reluctantly, pulled apart gasping for breath. Jeff laughed and Nick's heart broke. 'He thought it was funny?' Nick corrected his position on the floor and jumped up, gagging slightly at the sudden nauseas feeling, and ran out of the room. He had to get away.

He ignored Jeff's amused "Nicky!" that followed behind him, and he ran. He thought no one followed, or didn't follow him this far. He was in the small are that separated the east wing and west wing when he slid down the wall, gut wrenching sobs wracking his body. He heard soft footsteps but didn't look up, he didn't want to talk.

"Nick?" Kurt's high voice came from right next to me. All I did was whimper helplessly. Kurt wordlessly wrapped me in his surprisingly toned arms.

"I know it hurts, Nick, I know Nick. Don't bottle it up. Cry, shout, kick, scream, or hit me if you need to, just don't bottle it up, it just hurts more. I know you want to curl in a ball and mope. But it doesn't help. Ok?" Kurt spoke softly rocking Nick back and forth.

Nick sniffed and swallowed. He lifted his head to look at Kurt accusingly, whose eyes were bloodshot, and his nose red.

"When did something like this ever happen to you Kurt? When did you ever kiss the person you've loved since you met, only to have them lau-laugh at you?" Nick growled and Kurt winced, but took it.

"It's not the same, but something happened at Rachel's party last year. We were playing spin the bottle and Rachel just had to have the bottle land on Blaine. They, um, they kissed, heatedly, and um, Blaine went out on a, um, date with her… Th-this was like two weeks after I practically told him I loved him after the GAP attack. Then he wanted me to be happy for him, but God Nick, it fucking killed me." Kurt explained and Nick winced, not only at Kurt's word choice towards the end, but for making Kurt go through that again.

"Kurt? Does, does it get better?" Nick asked so brokenly that Kurt's heart broke.

"I don't know. I still hold a bit of resentment towards Blaine, he took it too far when he compared me to Karofsky. I don't know if or when it'll get better for you Nick." Kurt said honestly, tears streaming freely down his porcelain cheeks. They sat in companionable silence as they just thought until about four am when Kurt realized Nick was asleep. He sighed and gently picked up Nick and carefully carried him back to their dorm.

Three hours later Kurt jolted awake from a distressed shout from across the room. His head whipped to the source almost comically and scrambled out of bed upon recognizing Nick in the throes of a nightmare. He rushed to his side and gently shook Nick awake, trying not to startle him. He realized, too late, that it wasn't the best approach as a lightly tanned fist collided perfectly, and painfully, with his nose. He grunted and fell to the ground, his head connecting with the metal bed frame, causing Kurt to see stars. At this point Nick was alert and staring horrified at Kurt.

"Oh shit, Kurt!" Nick shouted and jolted off the bed and ran to Kurt's side. "Oh God, I have to call Blaine. Kurt stay awake ok? Please forgive me I'm sorry."

Kurt was so dazed all he heard was "Blaine, awake, and sorry," which meant no sense to him. Kurt assumed Nick was on the phone judging by the hushed voices. A minute later there was a harsh know on the door, causing a hammer to beat into his skull. He turned his head, instantly regretting it, to see Jeff and Blaine standing anxiously in the door. Nick took one look at Jeff and ran down the hallway. The two other boys were stunned, momentarily forgetting about Kurt. Just then however, Kurt's stomach rebelled and he heaved on to the beige carpet.

Nick groaned as he remembered that now Blaine hated him for breaking Kurt's nose, and giving him a concussion. He was just thinking about how to apologize, when someone knocked on his door. He grumbled and opened the door to gasp at the figure standing outside it.

"Jeff?"

A/N: And I'll just leave it there to decide!

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