Edit: I forgot to mark this as complete, but I could write more. Let me know in reviews or PM me with your answer and suggestions/critiques.

This story is based on The Call by Matt Kennon. It is sort of a Niff story, maybe pre-Niff. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, nor do I own Matt Kennon or his song.


It's funny how today was so beautiful. It was a perfect summer day, and not a cloud was visible in the sky.

And yet here Nick was, parked at the end of the dead-end road that led to some trails in the woods. He turned off his beat up Chevy pick-up truck, the only gift his dad had ever given him. He assumed that the man had only given it to him to try to "straighten him out." As if beating Nick up almost every day wasn't proof enough that he wouldn't get out of his gay "phase" anytime soon.

Nick opened up the glove box, and pulled out the gun he had hidden there. There was nothing left to keep him here. No one cared enough to miss him. He thought back to the note he left sitting on his pillows.

Dear Dad,

Even though this is addressed to you, don't think for one minute that I care about you or what you think of this. The only reason your name is on this letter is because you will be the first to find it, even if it isn't until after the police come knocking at the door.

I hope you know that this is all your fault. Wasn't it enough that you never cared about me? Why did you have to beat me up every day for being gay? It's not something I could help. I hope you're happy now.

Blaine, Wes, David, and the rest of the guys, if you get to read this, I'm sorry that I caused you guys so much trouble. I guess I'm out of your way now. Remember to always fly. Thanks for everything.

Jeff, you are the only one that has kept me alive this long. I loved you. I wish I had the courage to tell you this before, but it's too late now. Maybe I'll see you all again someday.

-Nick

A few tear drops slipped from Nick's eyes, and he pointed the gun at his head. His finger was on the trigger, ready to end his life. He took one last long breath…

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg g!

Nick's eyes shot open and he lowered the gun when he heard his cell phone go off. It was Blaine.

He took a shaky breath and answered the phone. "H-hello?"

"Hey Nick!"

"Hi Blaine." Nick smiled slightly. Of course Blaine was happy, when was he not?

"Where've you been these last couple of weeks? We've all missed you!" Blaine told Nick quickly.

"I've been busy," he mumbled to Blaine dismissively. He was still holding the gun.

"Well the boys and I are going to the lake this weekend. It won't be the same without you. And Jeff is so excited to see you again. Apparently he's been whining to Wes about it a lot."

Nick laughed at his crush's supposed antics. Jeff could always make him smile, even if he wasn't there. Nick reached over and put the gun back in the glovebox. How could he let Jeff down?

"Anyway, I better let you go. I really hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"You kind of did Blaine, but it's okay, I'm glad you called."

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Smiling, Nick turned around and headed home. Suddenly, he was happy to be alive.


If someone you know, is weighing on your mind,

And needs a friend on the other end of the line,

Don't hesitate; what you say may seem so small.

But who knows, they might be, glad you called.

So make the call.

"The Call" by Matt Kennon

You never know what's going through someone's head. A few kind words can work miracles, and mean the difference between life and death for someone.

Don't be afraid to help, even if you don't realize.

If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, I'm available almost any time.

~ life-in-the-stars