How to Be Yourself Chapter 1: Prologue, a glee fanfic

I told you you'd be seeing Niff. I absolutely LOVE this couple. So, don't be too harsh… This is called "How to Be Yourself." I thought of this while throwing a ball at a wall while having writers block. Summary: Jeff is unsure of who he is. He's had several girlfriends, but he notices a new side of life. Nick is completely confident in who he is. He is openly gay and won't let anyone bring him down. This is Nick's guide to how to be yourself.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE OR I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES.

Third Person

Prologue

When Jeff transferred to Dalton, he had been at the top of the food chain at his last school. He was surprised to see no one treated him special; no one started spurting out apologies when they bumped into him in the hallway, and they didn't try to stand next to him as they walked about the hall ways to make sure they weren't victims of his torment. But there was a boy who just seemed to not give a shit about him no matter what; he never apologized when he bumped into Jeff in the hallways, he never said 'Excuse me' when he shoved past him in the hallway, and he certainly didn't greet him fondly as he pulled his bag into his dorm (which just so happened to be the boy's room.)

It was Jeff's fourth day at Dalton before the shorter boy spoke to him.

"Get up, New Kid." He said gruffly and pulled the blanket off of Jeff's body. "You're gonna be late for class."

"Jesus, I'm going." He said, getting up and grabbing his slacks, dress shirt, blazer, and tie and heading to the bathroom, before turning around and questioned the short boy. "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean? I have no problem. You're the one acting like the dominant male here." He snapped at Jeff.

"You're the one acting like a douche bag to me! You didn't say anything to me the first three days." He scowled as the other boy shrugged and sat down on him bunk.

"I don't associate with guys like you." He said, nonchalantly. "And before you ask, 'guys like you' means a guy that is completely unsure of his sexuality and will just use me to find the truth. It's happened before." He was whispering by the end.

"H-how do you know that?" he said, quickly pulling his shirt and slacks on before sitting next to him. "How do you know I'm questioning it?"

"Let me guess your story. You were at the top of the High School food chain before you transferred, people found out you were possibly gay or bisexual, your 'friends'"-he made air quotations at this- "turned on you and started beating you up, and when they finally did enough damage to break your nose, you transferred to Dalton." He shrugged as if he heard the story many time's.

"How did you know that?" Jeff said, dumbfounded.

"Story of my life, New Kid, story of my fucking life." He sighed before looking at Jeff. "What is your name?"

"Jeff Sterling. Nice to meet you- what's your name, oh stranger roommate that knows my whole life?" The shorter boy laughed at his description, but responded quickly.

"Nicholas Andrew Duval, call me Nick, though." He said holding out his hand to Jeff.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Nick Duval." He said taking his hand. Nick laughed as Jeff messed hopelessly at his tie. "Before you ask why I've been able to tie it these past few days, those were clip-on. I had three, yet I have eight regular."

Nick was holding back silent laughter as he reached over and tied his tie quickly before drawing his hands back.

"So, what do you do for fun, Jeff Sterling?" Nick asked as he grabbed his bag from the hook on his wall.

"I dance. I can sing a little too…" Jeff ran into Nick as he stopped suddenly.

"The Warblers need a dancer, even better you can sing. Would you be interested?" he asked and continued walking.

"But isn't singing considered really lame here?" he jumped at Nick's sudden outburst of laughter.

"Hell to the no, Jeff Sterling. If anything we're the best team Dalton has. Our sports teams suck, besides the baseball team." He bumped Jeff's shoulder, thinking back to that morning when he had woken up in his old baseball t-shirt. "And I know you play baseball. You were on my team's rival a few years back. They called you "The Star", right?"

"You know a lot about me, Nick Duval. I'm getting suspicious." He joked as Nick walked up to a boy shorter than himself and Jeff followed innocently.

"Jeff Sterling, this is Blaine Anderson. Blaine Anderson, this is Jeff Sterling. He's my new roommate." Blaine Anderson stuck his hand out and Jeff took it, examining the difference in height between them.

"Yes, I know I'm short. Just don't go around calling me hobbit, got it Sterling?" he said sternly.

"I'll try…" Jeff mumbled as Nick saved him from embarrassment.

"Blaine, would you be able to convince Wes, David, and Thad to allow Jeff to get an audition for the Warblers? I promise to accept full responsibility of making sure he can sing. Just please? You're closer to them." Nick gave him puppy eyes and Blaine broke.

"Fine, but just this once, Nick." He said, walking off.

Nick jumped up and down and grabbed Jeff's wrist and pulled him to an empty music room. Sitting down at the piano, he told Jeff to sing.

"What do I sing?" he said running through possible songs in his head.

"Anything, I practically know everything. Besides, they have sheet music for about everything here." He shrugged walking to a file cabinet.

"Do they have Panic! at the Disco?" Nick nodded pulling out a file and asking what song. "Is 'I Write Sins not Tragedies' in there?' Nick nodded. "Yeah, that song."

He pulled out a piece of paper and put it on the stand while handing Jeff another with the vocals and set his fingers on the keys and started to play.

Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.
"What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Oh yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Oh, well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne,
Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne...

Again...

I chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?"
No.
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

As he finished singing, Nick looked up at him, jaw dropped.

"Was it good?" he asked breathlessly.

"That was amazing, Jeff!" he said excitedly. Jeff laughed as Nick got up and hugged him.

"You know just this morning you wanted to tear my head off?" he said, but still hugging him back.

"Don't worry, Jeff Sterling, I still do." He muttered into Jeff's shoulder.

It felt so natural to Jeff. That's what scared him. He was straight, not gay. He did not like guys. He certainly did not like Nick. But what if he did? Would Nick like him back?

He pulled away and whispered, "I envy you so much."

Nick cocked his head to the side, giving him a confused look. "Why do you, Jeff?"

"You are so sure of so sure of whom you are, while I don't even know who I am. I don't know who I'm supposed to be. Am I gay, straight, bi? What would my dad think?"

"Jeff look at me." He did as he was told to. "You are you. You're Jeff Sterling, the dancer, singer, and the new kid."

He smiled but said, "But who is Jeff Sterling exactly?"

"That's what I'm going to help you with. I'm going to show you how to be yourself." He said smiling and pulling him after him.

Prologue! Yes! This was really easy to write. I loved doing it! Review, please?