It's like my 5th Niff fanfic... It's insane, but hey, I love the pairing.

This idea came to me while I was in a bus and I was really like; "I NEED PAPER AND A PENCIL!". Luckily I remembered it 7 hours after, where I finally could write it down.

I've worked on this a couple of weeks and have gotten to like 4th or 5th chapter (can't remember like always), and haven't run out of ideas yet (that's a good sign) But even if I've got that far, you can always write in a review or a message if you got an idea. I'm really open.

So enjoy this fanfic. And please review, it makes me happy.


Jeff threw himself down in a chair. He had danced the whole morning and was really tired now. He knew it would be like this when he finally succeeded as a singer and dancer but he was still really tired. He wasn't a morning person, so getting up at 7 almost everyday made him really tired, since he couldn't sleep before midnight.

He ran a hand through his blond hair. He had kept it after one of his best friends had convinced him to get it blond so she could use him in a amateur music video. Since she bought the hair dye the first try wasn't so pleasant, since it turned yellow (1), but it ended up being a beautiful blonde. Not many knew this about him, since he didn't talk a lot about his life before he became famous.

"Jeff," he heard a voice behind him say and he immediately wanted to disappear. He just didn't wanted to talk with his manager right now. He was tired and she was kind of scary, and he definitely didn't want to hear what he should do the next couple of days. There were probably some interviews, concerts and just practice. He was sure she wanted to kill him.

"I have a good news," she said and Jeff gave her a tired smile. It was really obvious he was tired.

"I can see how ecstatic you are," she said sarcastic.

"What is it San?" Jeff asked with a smile when he heard the sarcasm. Even though Jeff often stated how annoying he thought Santana was, he just couldn't wish for a better manager. She knew what chances they should take, what he should talk about or actually not to talk about and on top of that she was a childhood friend. Just a few years older than him.

Santana was a beautiful woman (Jeff couldn't call her a girl anymore) with black hair and a figure most girls really wanted. The curves were the right places. She clearly had a tan and the best bitch face Jeff knew. Jeff found out a couple of years ago that Santana was a lesbian, but she never really came out. She saw no reason to talk about it, but didn't deny it either.

Jeff liked her when he was fifteen, but it was probably the hormones who spoke. He actually preferred boys and mostly sweet boys, because he didn't actually think that much about how they looked when he knew them. Santana wasn't really sweet, but at that time Jeff really looked at how boys and girls looked.

Jeff was official bisexual and he had said that his whole career and he also joked with he had a bigger chance to get a date. Not because he would have problems, even if he only liked one gender. Actually he just didn't really have much time and wasn't interested in anyone at the moment, besides they would take him for the fame and because he was insanely good looking.

He had blonde hair (original brown) and it was short in the neck but the bangs were long and were pushed to one side (2), so he actually could see. His eyes were brown and he was tall and slim. He actually liked how he looked and he did often wear skinny jeans. Something the girls liked a lot.

Nick had placed himself in the shadow of a tree with a book. He really wanted to read without being distracted by the people. He didn't even knew why he left the house since it also was hot outside.

He didn't really like hot places and today it was really hot. Luckily he had placed himself a place were people didn't really come to. He wasn't really good with people, so he didn't have many friends and it didn't really help he came out of the closet last year. He lived in a small town so people knew each other, and they weren't exactly accepting to homosexuality.

"Nick!" Someone called not far from him. He knew the voice so he closed the book it was impossible to read when his two best friends was there.

"You can never guess what we got," the Asian before him said. It was Wes and Kurt was by his side.

They were actually all good looking. Wes had dark short hair and brown eyes. He was tall for an Asian and pretty lean. Kurt had brown hair and it was always styled perfect and a pair of blue eyes. He was also pretty tall and lean. Nick had a little longer hair than the two other boys and it was brown and he had also brown eyes. He wasn't as tall as Kurt and Wes, but it didn't really bother him.

"Tickets to a concert," Nick said because he knew his friends.

"Not just anyone," Kurt said excited. "It's Jeff Sterling and it's not just tickets. It's also backstage pas."

"And why do I need to know it?" Nick asked with a sigh. He had no idea who Jeff Sterling was but he had heard some girls talk about him.

"You are going with us. We won three tickets, and we can't really decide who we should take with us, so it's going to be you," Wes said and gave him an are-you-stupid look. Just after Wes had said that, Nick groaned. He didn't want to come to more concerts. Why him?


(1) I've actually never been out for getting yellow hair, but I have heard some weird stories.

(2) I had NO IDEA how I should write it. In Danish: Easy. In English: Have no idea.

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