A/N: Here's a coupling you'll never find: Cheff. I apologize for the very short first chapter, but I wanted to get it up tonight.
Jeff Sterling was the outcast at Dalton High School; he had no friends, well, at least the ones he did have usually didn't bother to include him. Jeff felt like there was little hope for him, especially as it came to be that time of the day when big man on campus Nick Duval and his friends targeted him.
"Sterling, you're nothing but a fucking loser," Nick said, making his friends snigger. "Why don't you do all a favor and go kill yourself?" Jeff looked up from his position on the floor at the black-haired boy grinning at him. "What? Are you going to do something?" Jeff shook his head and looked away.
"Nick, man, this isn't any fun if he doesn't react," one of the guys said. The guy nudged Jeff with his foot, making the blond flinch.
"Aw, Sterling gonna cry?" Nick taunted.
"Please," Jeff whispered, curling himself into a ball. "Please don't hurt me."
"Come on, guys, let's get out of here," Nick said before walking away. Jeff kept his head down until he knew Nick and his friends were gone. He raised his head and got up, grabbing his bookbag.
"Are you okay?" someone asked. Jeff looked around and found a tall blond boy with dark-rimmed glasses.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, thanks," Jeff said uneasily; his first thought was that the boy was just messing with him, but saw the concern in his eyes and smiled softly. "I'm Jeff." He extended a hand. The blond smiled and shook it.
"Chandler," he replied.
"I've never seen you around before," Jeff said. The two boys were walking through the Dalton halls. A moment later, Jeff snapped his fingers. "I remember now. You're the male lead for the glee club at McKinley Academy." Chandler blanched. "You're here to spy, aren't you?"
"Rachel made me do it," he mumbled. "She's so commanding and no matter how much you argue, she always wins. I had no chance."
"Well, if you want to get something out of me, good luck," Jeff smirked, crossing his arms. Chandler shrugged and the two sat down.
"Hey, Sterling; whoa, got a boyfriend already? You're fast," Nick sneered. "He seems like your type too, quiet and weird-looking."
"Shut up," Jeff said softly, not looking at Nick. Chandler looked between a shaking Jeff, and the boy teasing him, who smirked.
"What'd you say? I can't hear you," Nick mocked.
"I said, shut up," Jeff said louder, standing up. Nick looked a little unnerved by this sudden courage from Jeff and simply pushed the boy back down.
"Don't try it, Sterling. You know you're going to lose, so save yourself a beating and go fuck your loser boyfriend," Nick said. He slapped Jeff lightly across the face and left.
"I take it you're getting bullied," Chandler observed. Jeff nodded and buried his face in his hands. "Come on, I'm taking you for coffee." Chandler stood the blond up and walked them to his car.