Hello and welcome to the first in a series of oneshots! IF any of these interest you, stick out enough, let me know and I'll see if something comes of it. I can't promise but I'll definitely consider it if I get requests. My lovely ladies on twitter, the later two of whom have the same name ON twitter – GleekMom , StarGleekBelle, and momaboutown and I have started a writing group! Sort of. We do a prompt once a week and we take turns making the prompts!

* Readers of Through His Eyes, Please don't' shoot me! I've got the next chapter mostly written and I'm waiting on more reviews, or one week to pass to post! In the meantime, this will be a once a week (on Wednesdays) thing. So enjoy everyone! If you like these then please go check out my other Glee fic and these lovely three ladies! They are all amazing writers! *

Rules: [Ladies correct me if I'm wrong here or if we need to add anything]
- Must be about the prompt (Just assuming, kind of a given)
- No RPF
- Minimum 500 words

Week 1, Belle's Prompt:

"The exact moment/s that two best friends fell in love."

This part was added for clarification - 'Whether it was simultaneous or at different times is up to you…'

It wasn't an instant like some people. There wasn't that moment when they first met where their eyes met and it was love. No, Nick didn't believe in love at first sight. He didn't and that was that…but when it happened to him? He didn't know what hit him. Jeff wasn't sure if he did or didn't. However when he met Nick…things were a little clearer for him.

When they first met, Jeff was a transfer. He was fresh from Australia, fresh from his parents divorce, and fresh mouthed…He was a bit snarky to say the least. He had no problem talking back to authority. He had no problem telling anyone what he thought. He was a rather large arse.

Nick was the exact opposite. When he first arrived he was shy, quiet, and unresponsive. He was so far in the closet even to himself! Not just sexuality, but personality! He was withdrawn from the world. So how did these two get together?

It started with the Warblers. Jeff was rather keen to join but not, because that would mean joining. That would've meant conforming, that would've meant seeming happy to be there. So he didn't. It made him sad at first because he missed the music. His mother got him a bass when he moved as a sort of peace offering, but that wasn't the same as being in a band or performing in a group. He yearned for it but denied himself the pleasure.

The quiet boy also loved music. He wasn't sure if he wanted to join a group. He wasn't sure quite how to interact with everyone here. He was just shy, nervous. He liked being with people but he just had to get over that initial hurdle…and boy was it a big one.

Thankfully for both of them, there was one person who would later be credited with bringing them together, Wesley Montgomery. Or rather, he'd credit himself while smiling at the boys. Wes had a way with the difficult ones. You could say it was his specialty. Upon seeing Jeff, he knew the boy had something special. What? He wouldn't figure out immediately. He'd heard the bass music coming from one of the dorm room as he was coming back from helping another one of the boys. Wes paused, not recognizing the song and getting curious. The only songwriter he really knew of on this hall was Blaine, and as much as he was a multi-instrumentalist, the bass wasn't one of his instruments. But it was coming from Blaine's room…He poked his head in, seeing Blaine's somewhat new roommate playing a bass with his eyes closed.

It was Jeff, wasn't it? The boy's name…Wes thought to himself. He seemed lost in the song, playing, feeling, lost in his memories to be precise…Wes watched as the blonde, still lost in his song, didn't notice him and continued to play. He seemed to finish the song and start over without missing a beat. Only this time? He started singing along.

"If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
They might as well be dead.
If the rain comes, if the rain comes.
When the sun shines they slip into the shade…"

The boy sang, full of much more emotion than some may imagine given the nature of the song. To him it clearly meant more. Wes couldn't help but jump in quietly, singing the other part when it applied.

"(When the sun shines down.)
And sip their lemonade.
(When the sun shines down.)
When the sun shines, when the sun shines.
Rain, I don't mind.
Shine, the world looks fine.
I can show you that when it starts to rain,
(When the Rain comes down.)
Everything's the same.
(When the Rain comes down.)
I can show you, I can show you.
Rain, I don't mind.
Shine, the world looks fine.
Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines,
(When it Rains and shines.)
It's just a state of mind?
(When it rains and shines.)
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
If the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
sdaeh rieht edih dna nur yeht semoc niar eht fI.
(Rain)
niaR.
(Rain)
enihsnuS."

Jeff didn't look up immediately upon the song's finish. He continued to stare down at the bass, and the floor, letting his emotions play on his face. When he looked up, Wes was still standing there, silent yet welcoming.

"Why don't you come to the Warblers?" Wes said, extending the invitation.

"No pressure. Just watch. And listen. Music never hurt anyone, right?"

No, it didn't. And so he did…one visit wouldn't change anything, right?

Nick was a different story. There was no magical moment of musical display for Wes to walk in on. Nick was in one of his electives. He noticed the boy was always quiet but seemed to get good grades. He helped their teacher as an assistant and was sometimes asked to grade the papers. He was even allowed to grade his own because he was all too honest. Wes had once marked up his own paper and made quite a few angry marks, some of which even the teacher thought were a bit harsh.

He didn't just decide to approach him one day, as he had Jeff, but rather gradually. Jeff seemed to be a more impulsive sort on small matters (sometimes large as well), as he had noticed. But Nick? Nick seemed a bit more shy. So Wes took a different route. He made marks on Nick's papers when he graded them, giving the boy helpful suggestions if he missed things. This was in addition to a few friendly comments and admiration of his knowledge. He recently got a question correct that even Wes got wrong.

Finally, Nick took the cues from all of Wes' comments on his homework and exams, and talked to the older boy. "Um, you're the one who's been grading these things, right?" The brunette asked curiously and somewhat hesitantly.

Nodding, Wes smiled at the other boy warmly. He didn't want to overwhelm him but he wanted to make sure he knew he was welcome. "That's right. Did I get something wrong?"

The younger boy shook his head. "No. I, ah, I just wanted to know if you'd be my partner on our latest project. I hadn't picked anyone and I noticed you hadn't either so…" He trailed off, hoping Wes got the picture.

Wesley grinned and nodded. "I'd love it. Between our minds I'm sure we'll get an A +." Nick just nodded and walked off after making arrangements to meet.

And the two met quite a few times for their project. What was semi-shocking, but pleasing, to Wes was that after their project Nick kept talking to him. The younger boy tended to keep to himself for the most part but he'd taken to hanging out with Wes ever since the project, not that the older one minded. Their conversations tended to be school related or mundane but one day…one day Nick brought up something surprising.

"Can I...talk about something?" He questioned, clearly uncertain of how this was going to go.

The Asian stopped the homework he had been working on and turned around. "Of course. I'm all ears." He replied and nodded at the same time to make sure the message got across.

The shy boy paused, trying to gather the courage to say what he wanted to say. "It's…more of something I want to tell you…"

Wes didn't change his stance or speak. He was afraid that would make the brunette lose his nerve.

It took a few minutes and it seemed like an eternity for the other boy but Wes knew to be patient. All would reveal itself in time.

Finally, the boy spoke again. "I'm Gay." He said, rushing it out as if he wasn't sure what would happen once he said it.

Councilmember already, Wes as used to being in positions of leadership. Even before that he had been the go-to-guy for a lot of people, building even more over time. Nick wasn't the first or only to come out to him, but he felt like it was something huge every time. These people were struggling with it clearly, and afraid of the repercussions. But thankfully he knew he could provide a safe space for them if nothing else.

"That's great Nick. I'm glad you told me. Does it feel better getting it out?"
Stunned, Nick was speechless. "Wait, you're OK with me being gay? It's not a problem or anything?"

Wes shook his head, taking Nick's hand to comfort the boy. "It'll never be a problem for me Nicholas. I may be straight but I have no problem with anyone else's sexuality. Hell, even I questioned myself for a while before coming to know my own sexuality. Besides, no one's fully straight."

"Wait, you questioned your sexuality? You seem as straight as they come…"

The Councilman laughed. "Well yea, I guess sexuality was never really a thing for me. You like who you like and that's that. But yea, I questioned it at one point. And seriously Nick, I'm proud of you. We may not talk much but I'm always here for you. I'm happy to listen. My door is always open, day or night, anytime. Literally." He emphasized, thinking of how some people have abused it for ridiculous things. But he had a feeling Nick wouldn't.

He sighed in relief. It seemed that getting it off his chest made the younger boy feel immensely lighter if his posture and facial expression were anything to go by. "Thank you Wes. Thank you so much."

"No problem."

A week later, Nick approached Wes, asking if he could sit in on a Warblers practice. Thrilled, he welcomed him into rehearsal. And that, my dear friends, is where he met Jeff.

If you'd told Nick Duvall that he would have fallen for someone upon first sight, he would've told you he was crazy. If you'd told him that looking into the Warbler rehearsal he'd tentatively decided to join, he'd see a tall, blonde Australian and fall for him? He would've told you no way. But he did. He walked into that rehearsal shyly; head down initially, slowly looking up and looking around.

At first he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He saw a group of boys that stood around talking with each other. He saw boys that were acquaintances, perhaps even friends. They seemed to be a tight knit group the way they were acting, but Wes assured him that they were open-minded. He promised that he'd be safe there.

So, he walked over to an area and sat down, watching everyone around him. He figured he could ease himself into the group if he decided to join. His ideas of easing himself into anything came to a halt the moment he met brown eyes across the room. He was speechless, not that he'd had much to say before. The other boy was gorgeous. Blonde hair, brown eyes, so tall. He was handsome and, from his mannerisms, seemed friendly. He hoped he wouldn't be caught staring as he tore his eyes away from the other boy. He about died when the other boy looked at him, turned away for a moment to say something to one of the others, and walked his way.

Jeff came into rehearsal as always. The first day he'd come into rehearsal, he'd been arrogant, belligerent and heavy on the accent. That was the persona he'd portrayed. He was like that partially because he wasn't in his own country. He was in a new one. He had to assert his patriotism. He had to distinguish himself because he WAS different and proud of it! Why should he be anything less than he was?

He didn't need to be as he found out. They accepted him for who he was. Sure, Thad called him on his shit immediately and the two found an instant rivalry almost? He wasn't sure what to call it. But they argued. It amused Wes up to a point till he'd called them BOTH on their stuff and made them behave. He'd lightened up since then; though his accent was still a bit stronger than necessary. Gotta keep something from home, right?

This day, however, he was chatting with David and Thad, trying not to strange the latter of the two mentioned. They were discussing one of their teachers and the insane exam they'd had. Jeff was a year behind the two due to his move and other things, but he did share some classes with the other boys. The conversation suddenly stopped when Thad nudged David and pointed out a boy who walked in. He was clearly new to the Warblers at least.

Brown eyes met brown eyes and Jeff stared into them for a moment, feeling an instant connection. He wasn't sure how long they'd been staring at each other, seemingly not long when Thad waved his hand in front of Jeff's face. "Hello? Jeffrey? Are you with us? Are you off in some ridiculous fantasy world again?" The European demanded, frustrated already. He had little patience with the boy right now.

"Huh?" He questioned, turning back. If you'd told Jeff that he'd fall in love with someone just upon seeing them he'd call you mad! He wasn't sure it really worked like that. Sure, he'd HOPED so but he never ACTUALLY believed it would happen…But it did. At that moment, when one set of eyes met the other, he'd felt a tug, a pull that he felt all the way down his body.

David, who realized what was going on, grinned. He smirked at the blonde. "Why don't you go over and introduce yourself? Make him feel welcome? I'm sure Wes would appreciate it." The African-American boy nudged his friend.

"Yea, yea I guess I could do that…" He said, a bit absent minded as his mind was still on the brown-haired boy across the room.

David gave him another nudge, a bit harder this time, to start moving in that direction. "Talk to himmmmmm…" The polished boy hissed as he gave that nudge.

Partially out of a desire to not look stupid, and partially because he was interested, he walked over anyways, striding confidently towards the boy in the corner.

Once there he sat down across from him and grinned. "Just thought I'd come over and introduce myself, since you're new and all. I'm Jeff Stirling."

The silent boy looked up, shocked at the arrival. He had ducked his head down so as not to be caught, but with the boy in front of him? What could he do? "Ah, Nick, Nick Duvall."

Jeff's grin became wider at having a name to put to the face. "Pleasure to meet ya mate."

Something about the introduction, as awkward and brief as it was, stuck with the boys. After practice they would speak again. In fact, they would speak for quite a while that day and many days before. It worked, somehow, in an odd way. The quiet one and the energetic one. They complimented each other. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Friends turned into best friends. Best friends are exactly what they were. They spent a great deal of time together, arguing over the correct terminology for clothes, foods, and miscellaneous items. They laughed, they joked and they teased. Well, Jeff did more teasing and Nick mumbled things under his breath. But one day…one day things started to change.

Jeff'd been looking at a magazine when Nick came over. "Hey mate, what's up?"

Nick shrugged, sitting down next to him. "Not much. What're you looking at?"

The blonde laughed and pointed. "Him. Look at this bloke! He's all muscles! Not that muscles are a bad thing. Sure he's fit as a Mallee bull but I dunno. I think it's too much. What do you think?"

The other boy paled, unsure of what to say. He hadn't come out to Jeff yet. He'd never said he liked girls but he never said he liked guys either…"Uh…"

"O! Sorry." He laughed, shaking his head. "I dunno if you're interested in that type or not."

"Um. Well…"

"Yea, I know it's a bit much. Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?" Jeff questioned, smiling a bit sadly. He wasn't sure if his sexuality would offend his best friend. Nick'd never told him anything about sexuality. In fact, he seemed to avoid the topic. Jeff had wondered if he was perhaps in the closet, or a homophobe, but he'd never really felt it was the right time to ask. Now he'd just started a conversation without thinking and he was worried he may have lost his best friend.

"N-no…it's not that. It's more…I didn't know you were gay. It's…just a surprise, ya know? Not bad though. Not bad at all." He assured, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. Gay. Jeff was gay. Jeff, his friend, his BEST friend, the boy he spent hours with talking about school, music, even his family….was gay.

The false smile immediately replaced by a genuine one. "No worries. I know it'll take time to get used to it but so long as you don't hate me all of a sudden I think we'll be fine." He patted him on the back, grinning like a fool. He'd been scared for a minute there so this was a huge relief. He knew everything would be alright now that he knew Nick wouldn't hate him. Hopefully things wouldn't change..."Come on. Now that you're here we'll talk about something else.

Funny thing was, Nick hoped that things would change…change in a big way…

It wasn't until perhaps a month or two later that Nick finally worked up the courage. It was when exams were almost over that the shyer of the two approached the other. "Hey, how were your exams?"

Distracted, it took the Australian a minute to check back into reality. "Huh, o hey Nick."

The brunette shook his head. "Hi. How'd your exams go today?"

He groaned, making a face and gesturing to the study materials in front of him. "It was awful! Just horrible! The teacher was insane! He was glaring at me when I turned the bloody thing in! It's like no matter how much work you've done I'm not going to grade you fairly! It's just a pissing match!"

Nick patted Jeff on the shoulder to calm him slightly. "It was Jenkins wasn't it?"

"How'd you know?" The other boy looked up, surprised. He hadn't mentioned it to him, had he?

"Thad's complained before too. Apparently he's very, er…patriotic? Is how he describes himself."

"So that bastard is actually right about something when he warned me about that idiotic piece of shit, no good excuse for a teacher." He was actually, truly pissed off at this. What was fucking wrong with being Australian? So what if he wasn't American? He wasn't the only foreigner in this school. Why was that arse even allowed to keep teaching?

"Jeff…"

"Fine fine." He replied, taking a little bit to compose himself before speaking again. "What can I do for ya Nicholas?" He teased, becoming the jester again, making his feelings.

"I was just stopping by to talk to you, Wanna talk a walk to relieve some of that stress?" He knew Jeff was honestly upset and perhaps getting out for a bit might help…and maybe he could speak his own mind tonight? He had a bit on his mind and before he'd heard Jeff rant he'd decided on telling him…tonight. Was it still a good idea? That Nick wasn't sure of, but he figured he needed to anyways. It took him time to gather up the courage to say something in the first place…

Nodding, the blonde got up. Maybe that'd do the trick. "Sure mate. I'm game. Wouldn't hurt to take a walk. You have somewhere in mind?"

Hmming non-comitally and led the blonde out of the building, away from Dalton's main buildings and down a path.

As they walked along, Jeff looked at their surroundings, raising an eyebrow at the place they were going. "Mate, you do realize we're going along the lover's lane don't you?" He questioned, smirking at the boy and not taking the whole thing seriously at first. "Bring me here to seduce me Nicky?"

Nick Duvall flinched at that statement. He wasn't sure Jeff realized how close he was…though he wasn't trying to seduce him…but he was sending a message.

At the lack of response, Jeff frowned and looked at his friend more carefully. "Are you crook mate? You do look pale…"

The quiet one shook his head. "No, I'm not sick." But he did pause after that, looking at him in those beautiful brown eyes. "Can I be honest with you Jeff? Completely honest?"

Surprised he felt anything but trust for him, the taller one nodded, keeping his face serious. "Of course Nick. Have I ever given you any reason to think otherwise?"

He felt horrible! Jeff thought he didn't trust him…"No, never. That's not why I ask. I trust you. This is just…hard for me to say."

That made a bit more sense to the Aussie, but he was still a bit perplexed. "Then go on mate. Tell me."

Here goes nothing…"I'm gay."

"Well now…" He replied, eyes widening. "Can't say I saw that coming."

Deciding to get it all out at once while he had the courage, Nick held up his hand and let out what he'd been feeling for a while. "Jeff I…I really like you ok? Please don't say anything yet. This is really hard for me. I've…I've only come out to Wes so far. And after he accepted me I came out to my oldest sister. She was supportive of me and she asked me if there was anyone I was interested in. I eventually said yes and said I didn't know what to do. She said to listen to my heart. I wasn't entirely sure what that meant but now? Now I'm sure. Now I'm sure that my heart is telling me that I want to be with you. I want to spend my time with you. I know, I know, we already spend a lot of time together. But not in the way that we have before. I mean, I want to continue being friends…but I want more. I've wanted more since the first time I saw you. Since your brown eyes met mine in that choir room. I had no idea who you were at that moment, or what you'd become…but…What I'm trying to say is would you be my boyfriend? I know I'm not that experienced in this kind of thing but…"

In response, Jeff kissed him deeply. Partially this was to shut him up. He'd liked Nick since the moment he met him as well and it was just…he had been so worried the boy would turn out to be straight or a closet case. When he came out just now? It was like…everything he'd been hoping for. Jeff hadn't really considered himself the best at romance. He'd sort've dated before. He'd given it a go but it hadn't really…taken off. But now? Now it was different. Now it was special. He didn't know how, or why. He knew they were young but Damnit did it really matter? Did anything matter other than him right now? To Jeff, the answer was no. The only thing that mattered to him now was Nick. And Nick, Nick was standing right here in front of him, lips on his, kissing him back at this very moment.

Jeff blushed, eventually taking a break for air, smiling shyly for the first time at the boy in front of him, realizing he needed to verbalize his response as well. "I mean, yea. Yea I'd like that too." And the two held hands, walking back towards Dalton, grinning like fools and proud of it. They were still best friends. But now they were more than just that. Now, now it was love. And there was nothing better than this.

Singing softly, Nick looked over at Jeff, squeezing his hand happily. This was perfect. They were perfect.

"I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
Ooh ooh ooh..."

Aussie! Jeff is inspired by pi. on. a. skateboard(Without the spaces).

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters you recognize. They belong to RIB and Fox. The song isn't mine either. It is "Rain" by the Beatles. The second song is "Lucky" by Jazon Mraz. The lyrics are in italics.

And Happy Fourth of July to all my fellow Americans, wherever you are! :) Hope it's been full of fireworks, food, and friends!