(A.N:/ Well I've now had this requested twice. Just a little FYI Nick/Jeff are at McKinley (because whenever I write badboy!nick or Jeff I love writing in skank!Quinn) Also, this amazing artist who I'm sure a lot of you know (kendrawcandraw) has started a badboy!kurt comic which I'm obsessed with and I'm adding badboy!kurt but for the record, it's basically her character. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy.)

Warning: Abuse

Basically, this has been on my tumblr page (glee-fanfiction . tumblr . com) for about a month now and I couldn't think of a title so...yeah, it stayed there.

"'Sup whore?" Nick said as he walked up to Quinn, stole the cigarette out of her mouth and put it in his.

Quinn nodded slightly. "Nothing. And you, fag?"

Nick shrugged a little. "You're buying the cheap brand now?" He asked, grimacing as he threw his cigarette down and stomping on it.

Quinn shrugged a little. "My mom said she'd cut me off if I didn't change my act. I told her that this is who I am and then told her to go fuck herself."

Nick nodded a little. "Well you need to start buying the better ones. I shouldn't have to be punished because you're a bitch to your mom."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Well maybe you should go buy your own or learn to suck it up and quit bitching." She said, dryly.

Nick chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Fuck you." Nick said, flicking Quinn off.

"Whatever." Quinn said as she automatically took out another cigarette for Kurt as he approached.

Kurt took it without a word to Quinn and nodded at Nick. "What's with the black eye?" He asked, not really caring but just trying to start up a conversation.

"Got in a fight at a bar last night. Bouncer didn't believe my fake ID." Nick lied, quickly. Nick didn't want Kurt or Quinn to know how he really got it. Nick didn't want to tell them about how his father came home drunk last night and beat the shit out of him for being 'a disgusting fag and a failure' as his father put it last night.

Kurt smirked at Nick and blew smoke in his face. "Just goes to show you that you need a better ID. You shouldn't have gotten the cheap shitty kind."

Nick scoffed and punched Kurt's shoulder. "Fuck you, asshole." He said before storming off.

"Wow, someone's PMSing today." Kurt called back, earning a middle finger from Nick.

Kurt and Nick where the kind of friends where they would hang out with each other but only for a few minutes because neither could stand the other. Nick couldn't stand Kurt because he was always prying into his personal life and Kurt couldn't stand Nick because Nick wouldn't tell him anything.

Nick walked over to his locker and started to grab his books for third period. He already skipped his first two classes and he was only going to Literature because he actually loved the class. Not that he would ever admit that though.

"You know you aren't allowed to smoke in here." Someone said, earning Nick's attention.

Nick looked over at the boy, a blond tall guy wearing a Letterman's jacket, and gasped dramatically, throwing the cigarette at him. "Oh shit! I didn't know! Get it away from me!" He yelled, obviously just being sarcastic. Nick then glared at the boy. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business." Nick spat before walking away.

"Why don't you try and not be an asshole for two seconds." The blond shot back.

Nick whirled around and quickly approached the boy. "Oh? And you're what? Gonna make me or something?" Nick said, shoving the boy.

The blond boy quickly recovered and shoved Nick back. "Dude, what the fuck is your problem? Sorry if I don't want to have to inhale your smoke? You need to calm the hell down."

Nick was about to punch the other boy but saw Mr. Schue, a history teacher, approaching quickly. Nick scoffed and walked away. "Whatever. Go fuck your cheerleader girlfriend and go back to being a worthless idiot in society."

"I'm gay. Dumbass."

Before Nick could say anything else the blond was gone. Nick gaped a little. Gay? The only two gay guys in the school were him and Kurt. That's what made them outcasts. How was it that this boy was able to be open about his sexuality and still maintain his popularity?

"Why were you talking to Jeff Sterling?" Quinn asked, walking up beside him.

"Jeff Sterling?" Nick asked.

Quinn nodded. "The cute blond guy on the Hockey team."

Nick scoffed. "Cute? Please, you need higher standards Quinn. And he plays for the other team anyways."

"Yeah, I know. Everyone does." Quinn said, shrugging a little as the two began to walk to Literature.

Nick gaped a little. "What do you mean?"

"Did he knock your brain out or are you normally this stupid? Everyone as in the entire school."

Nick scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let's just go to our stupid fucking class, okay?"

The rest of the day zoomed by far too quickly for Nick. Truth was, Nick actually liked school. It was the only place he was safe from his father and Nick had no where else to go after school. The only place he could go was his house.

Nick sighed deeply as he opened the door as carefully as he could. He knew his father was home, most likely sleeping off his hangover, and Nick did not want to wake him up. If Nick could get up to his room without making any noise he would be safe until tonight at least. Of course the second Nick opened the door hi dog barked at him and before Nick had a chance to get him to stop Nick's father was up and walking towards him.

"D-dad…" Nick said, nervously.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to sleep!" Nick's father, David, yelled as he backhanded Nick's face. Nick fell to the floor with a thud, already giving up. He knew not to put up a fight otherwise he would just get beat longer. Nick stared down at the floor as his father yelled at him. "You can't do anything right, can you!? First you go and decide to be a fucking faggot and now you're trying to keep me from sleeping! I'm fucking tired Nick! I have to spend all day putting up with you and your worthless self. It' bad enough I have to let you stay under my fucking roof." David yelled, kicking Nick hard in the side. Nick let out a short gasp and clutched at his side, trying his best to ignore his father's words and fists.

David pulled Nick up by the collar of his shirt so he was eye level with him. "Look at me." He demanded but Nick continued to stare at the floor. David punched Nick in the stomach and spat on his face. "I said look at me God damn-it!" He demanded. Nick slowly brought his eyes up to his fathers. Nick's eyes showed nothing but fear. "You're worthless." David said in a low voice. "You know that right?"

Nick nodded.

"Answer me!" David barked, shaking Nick violently.

"I k-know." Nick said, quickly.

"Good. Now get out of my house, boy." David said, throwing Nick back to the ground.

Nick scurried to his feet and out of the front door as quickly as possible. Once outside he tried his best to clean himself of all the dirt and dust his shirt acquired when he fell.

"Hey, it's the asshole from school." Jeff said, making Nick's head snap up to look at him. "What the Hell are you doi-dude." Jeff said, stopping mid sentence when he got close enough to see Nick's face. Nick's lip was bleeding and his cheek had a new bruise on it. "Are you alright?" Jeff asked, suddenly concerned for Nick.

Nick scoffed. "Fine. Why the fuck are you here? Shouldn't you be spending time in your fucking mansion or something?" He spat.

Jeff frowned and pointed to the house next to Nick's. It was small and ratty with brown, dead grass in the front yard. The storm door was broken and it the middle of the yard and the window on the right side of the door was covered with a plastic trash-bag because the glass had broken off.

Before Jeff could say a word Nick snorted. "Oh, so you really are a goody-goody, huh. Doing community service for that fat old lady who can't even leave her house 'cause all she does is eat? Wow, you must feel so good about yourself." Nick said, sarcastically. "Helping out complete losers like her." Nick smirked. "So clearly you did something you feel bad about if you'd actually want to spend time near this dump, especially with that fat ass elephant in there. People like her don't even deserve any help. It's their fucking fault they can't do anything right. So what'dja do? Kill a kid?"

"That 'fat ass loser who doesn't deserve my help', is my fucking mom you asshole. I was going to say that I live there. I heard yelling coming from that house," Jeff said, pointing towards Nick's house. "And I was going to go see if everyone was alright." Jeff said, coldly.

"O-oh…" Nick said, starting to feel a little guilty.

"Yeah. And for the record, my mom can walk and leave the house. She just doesn't like to because assholes like you make her feel like she's a worthless freak when in reality she's the best thing to happen to this stupid town in years. She isn't an elephant or some freak that you can make fun of for your own personal gain." Jeff said, glaring daggers at Nick. "She' a fucking person and an amazing one at that but you wouldn't know because you're too damn busy trying to have 'who can be more fucking loud and annoying' with your annoying dad or brother or whoever the fuck was just yelling!" Jeff yelled, throwing his arms up, annoyed.

Nick glared back at Jeff. "For your fucking information my dad wasn't jut yelling for the Hell of it! He was beating the shit out of me and trying to tell me how fucking worthless I am even though I already fucking know!" Nick yelled before he even knew what he was saying. Once he realized what he said Nick gasped and clasped his hand over his mouth as if he could keep the rest of his words inside his mouth.

Jeff's face softened. "I'm sorry." Jeff said, softly.

"Don't be. I don't need your pity." Nick spat.

Jeff shook his head. "I don't pity you. I mean you don't deserve to be called worthless and get beat. Even if you are an asshole. No one deserves to feel like that." Jeff said. Nick was about to say some rude comeback but he looked at Jeff and saw the honesty in his face. Jeff wasn't just saying that to be nice; he actually meant it.

"Whatever." Nick said, trying to keep his tough guy image up.

Jeff sighed loudly. "Look. I know you don't like me and trust me when I say that you aren't my favourite person in the world either but do you want to come inside or something? At the very least let me get you a band-aid for your lip and some ice for that bruise."

"I…I'm fine. No." Nick said.

Jeff rolled his eyes and took Nick's wrist and started dragging him towards his house. "Whatever. And I swear if you say one mean thing about my mom again I'll kick your ass." Jeff threatened.

"I didn't know you were related to her, okay!" Nick said, annoyed.

"It shouldn't matter. You shouldn't bully people like that."

"I wasn't bullying her. She wasn't even around!" Nick said, almost whining.

Jeff scoffed. "It doesn't matter whether or not she was there or could even hear you. If you say nasty things like that about anyone it's bullying and it' wrong. You shouldn't judge someone before you get to know them." Jeff said, making Nick feel even worse for just assuming Jeff was rich, stupid, and a typical jock. Clearly Jeff wasn't like the rest of the jocks that went around the school slushying people.

"Then if you think bullying is so fucking bad why do you hang out with those idiots who think it's funny to throw slushies at the losers of the school. How can you say that and be friends with them? You're such a hypocrite."

"I never said I was friends with them. I love playing Hockey more than I hate being around them. If I'm on the ice for even a few minutes it's worth having to spend hours a day with them." Jeff said, shrugging a little. He opened the door and walked inside, still holding on to Nick's wrist.

"Ma, I'm back. And I brought someone." Jeff called as he walked down the hall towards what Nick assumed was the bathroom on account of the small size. Nick was wrong; it was Jeff' bedroom. It was tiny and had a mattress on the floor and a basket for laundry that held all of Jeff's folded clothe. Nick assumed Jeff used it as a dresser since he didn't have one. The only other thing in the room was a small bookcase and Jeff's hockey gear.

"Jeffrey?" A rather large women asked as she appeared next to the door. She had light brown hair that wasn't cut very well, most likely down by either her or Jeff since she never left the house, and wore a simple dress that Nick thought looked more like a table clothe. She looked nervous and glanced over at Nick before giving him a weak smile. "Hello, are you Jeffrey's friend?"

Before Nick could open his mouth to reply Jeff quickly started to speak. "Ma, this is our neighbor uh…." Jeff looked at Nick, brows raised slightly. He had never gotten Nick's name yet.

"Nick." Nick said, nodding a little before offering Jeff's mother a weak smile. "It's nice to meet you ma'am." He said, in an uncharacteristically kind tone.

Jeff gaped at Nick slightly and Jeff's mother's smile became a little more confident. "Please, it's Darla. Are you staying for dinner?"

"Yeah, he is. I'm gonna start it in a few minutes, alright ma? I'm just gonna clean Nick's face up a little. He got in a fight at school." Jeff said, quickly before Nick could answer.

Darla nodded. "Alright. Well, it was nice to meet you Nick. Jeff never brings his friends over." It was then that she noticed Jeff's hand around Nick's wrist. She smiled more. "Oh, good for you two." She said, winking at Jeff a little.

Nick turned pink and Jeff looked confused. "Wha-oh." Jeff said, looking down and pulling his hand away quickly. "Ma, no! It's not like that!"

Darla chuckled. "Sure, sure." She said, waving Jeff off slightly as she walked away.

Jeff let out a breath of air. "Thanks." He said, simply as he got up to fetch the first air kit he had on top of his bookcase.

"For what?" Nick asked, confused.

"For not saying anything to her. She' sensitive. This is gonna hurt." Jeff warned as he pressed a cotton ball full of peroxide on his cut.

"Wha-ow! Fuck!" Nick yelled.

"Stop complaining. It isn't that bad." Jeff said.

"Whatever. Fuck you. And why did you tell her I was staying for dinner?"

Jeff shrugged a little. "I'm not going to just kick you out to go back to your asshole dad after you told me he did this to you. And besides, the least I can do is feed you."

Nick shook his head. "No, the least you could do is leave me the fuck alone."

Jeff frowned. "I'm not doing that." He sighed. "Look. You're annoying as fucking Hell Nick but I'm not going to pretend like what happened outside didn't happen. I can't. I don't even like you but if you got hurt, or killed or something, because I didn't try to help, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Nick scoffed. "So this is to make yourself feel better? I'm not your charity case."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "I never said you were a charity case Nick…and whatever. Just do whatever you want."

"Well if it'll make you feel better I guess I'll stay for fucking dinner." Nick said, crossing his arms. "But I won't like it."

Jeff chuckled, knowing that Nick really did want to stay and was just trying to act tough. "Yes, it will make me feel better. Call it a favour to me, I guess."

"Good because I'm gonna." Nick said, stubbornly.

"Will you, ugh, sit still!" Jeff said, annoyed. "I'm almost done. Just stop squirming around." Nick did as he was told and Jeff finished cleaning his face. Jeff put a small band-aid on the small cut under Nick's eye and did his best to clean up Nick's bloody lip. "Alright, all done. See, it wasn't that bad. Now I gotta go make dinner. You can stay in here if you want…I don't know, I mean there's nothing really to do in here though…unless you like reading. Ha." Jeff said, laughing at the end when he realized who he was talking to.

Nick was about to say something nasty but noticed Jeff's book collection. "You have Ethan From." Nick said.

Jeff's brows rose. "Uh yeah…you saw the movie I'm guessing?"

Nick scoffed. "No, well-yeah, I did. It wasn't nearly as good as the book though."

Jeff's brows rose higher. "Huh, so you read…"

"Well duh! I'm not a moron!" Nick shot back. "Of course I can read!"

Jeff shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant…whatever. I'm going to go make food. Are you staying or coming with me?"

Nick shrugged and got up. Jeff took that as Nick coming with him and lead him towards hi kitchen. The kitchen was probably the worst room in the house. There was another window that was busted out and the stove looked like only one of the four burners actually worked. The microwave didn't have a door and the fridge had a large dent in it from where someone had kicked it. The table was cluttered down with papers that when Nick glanced at them he noticed they were overdue bills and foreclose papers. Nick couldn't help but feel more guilty for staying. It was obvious that the two couldn't afford to feed Nick, they couldn't even afford to live in their house!

"Uh you know what, I'm actually not really that hungry…"

Jeff shot him a hard look. "You're staying. I don't give a fuck what you say." He said, going into the freezer and pulling out some hamburger. "Is hamburger patties and…" Jeff trailed off as he went into the cupboard to see what else they had. "And uh….oh! Green beans cool with you?" Jeff asked.

Nick nodded. "Uh yeah. It's fine."

"Good." Jeff said, handing Nick the can. "Open them and put them on the stove. Use the front right burner. It's the one that works the best. Here's a pan." Jeff said, handing Nick a pan.

Nick gaped a little. "You're making me cook? And how the fuck are you gonna make those hamburgers if you only have one fucking burner? Dumbass."

"Damn straight you're helping and the one behind it works, you just have to light it yourself…and use it no longer than ten minutes or the gas won't shut off…"

Nick scoffed. "Damn. You're fucking poor." He said before he even realized he said it. Since Jeff was being so friendly Nick was trying to be nicer to him, but it was hard to change so quickly. "Sorry…"

"It's whatever. I am poor." Jeff said, shrugging a little. "But at least I have a mom who loves me, ya know? And a house…and plumbing. There are people who have nothing so I'm pretty lucky I guess." Jeff said, smiling a little.

Nick nodded. "I guess…"

The rest of the time they spent cooking was in silence. Jeff put all of the papers that were on the table into a hasty pile and moved them to the counter. He went into the living room and took the nicest chair they had, which was a fold up chair, and placed it beside the table. "Ma, dinners ready." Jeff said before glancing over at Nick. "Don't say anything mean to her." He said, in a hushed tone.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, yeah. But why did you grab another chair? There' already three…oh shit. She uses two doesn't she?" Nick said, smirking.

Jeff gave Nick a threatening glare. "Not a fucking word."

"Yeah, yeah…whatever." Nick grumbled as Darla walked into the room. She carefully sat down, Jeff glaring at Nick the entire time.

Nick sat down and Jeff brought over the food.

"So, it's nice to meet one of Jeffrey's friends. I was a little nervous that he didn't have any and that he was getting picked on again."

"Again?" Nick asked.

"Ma." Jeff said, not wanting her to continue.

Darla nodded. "Jeffrey gets picked on a lot because of who he is. I don't care if my Jeffrey likes boys, as long as he' happy and healthy I'm alright." Darla said, giving Jeff a fond smile.

Jeff smiled back before going back to his food.

Nick couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously as he watched the two. Nick wasn't used to seeing families act so nice to each other. He was used to his kind of family where his dad would come home drunk and beat the shit out of him until one or both of them passed out. Even though Jeff and his mother were obviously poor, they seemed so happy. Nick didn't understand, was this how families were supposed to act?

Dinner finished and Darla went back to her room. During dinner Nick found out a lot about Jeff and his mother. How Darla worked two jobs at home and how Jeff had a part time one at the school cleaning up at night on Mondays and Wednesdays. Jeff's father left when he found out Jeff was gay but Darla embraced his sexuality and excepted him without second thought. All in all Nick found Darla to be delightful, though shy at first. He actually felt genuinely bad for making fun of her earlier.

"I should probably leave soon." Nick said as he helped Jeff move the dishes to the sink.

"You can stay the night if you want to…You don't have to go back to him…at least not yet." Jeff said.

"Yeah and stay at this dump? Please, I have standards." Nick said, trying to put up hi bad boy act. There was no way he was going to let some stranger like Jeff see through him so easily when he wouldn't even let Quinn, his best friend, even know he was getting beat.

Jeff frowned a little. "Whatever. I'm just trying to help." He said, feelings hurt a little. Jeff understood that Nick was just being stubborn but that didn't make it any less annoying.

Nick scoffed. "I don't need your help."

"I never said you did."

"Then why are you trying to?"

"Because I know what it's like to have a shitty dad too, okay?" Jeff said, annoyed. "I'm just saying if you want to stay the night it's cool. My mom seems to like you anyway…"

Nick sighed. "Fine. Since you keep insisting I stay, I guess I will." He said, dramatically.

Jeff rolled his eye. "Cool." He said and the two headed towards Jeff's room.

They sat on Jeff's bed and Nick looked over at the wall. "So…what happened to her?"

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked.

"I mean how did she get so big? Dude and before you bitch about me being rude or whatever I'm just wonderin'…"

Jeff sighed loudly before looking down at the ground. "Around four years ago a lot of bad things started happening to my family. I came out and my dad left. Literally two days later my mom lost her job. A month later my parents were fighting over the house and all the stuff we owned and because my mom sighed a prenup or whatever he got everything-except me because he didn't want me…My mom tried to look for work but no one was hiring. Then to make it worse people at school found out I was gay and started bullying me…my mom started getting really worried and stressed and I guess she turned to eating to make her feel better. But it didn't. It just made her feel worse and so she ate more. But then she found a job and started to lose the weight. Things were finally starting to look up and about a year in a half ago she had a heart attack. She lost her job because she was in the hospital too long and gained back all the weight, plus more. And ever since then just a lot of bad things have been happening to her…" Jeff said, sadly.

Nick nodded slightly. "Oh…sorry…"

"Don't be. I still have a mom, at least. She could have died when she had that heart attack but she's still alive so don't be sorry."

"Still though…that sucks…and for you being bullied and shit for being…you know."

"For the record, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to try and rape you or anything tonight. A lot of straight guys think that-" Jeff was cut off by Nick snorting. "What?"

"Me, straight? That's hilarious! I'm as fucking gay as they come!"

"O-oh…" Jeff said.

"But for the record I won't try and rape you tonight." Nick mocked.

Jeff frowned. "That isn't funny!"

Nick laughed. "Uh yeah, it totally is."

"Asshole." Jeff said.

"Faggot." Nick replied, simply.

(A.N:/ And that would be the end of chapter. Ha, I hope you guys liked it as much as I did. :D I don't know when I'll post chapter two…Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! Thanks for reading!)

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