So! Here is my second story. If you haven't noticed yet, this is slash, so if you don't like, don't read.

Summary: Nick's little sister is having a birthday party. He invites Jeff over to keep him company. Basically just a really, really long drabble. No real plot. :/ whatever... I like it.

Disclaimer: I am not Ryan Murphy. I do not own Glee. Ok? Get it, got it, good.

Prologue - The Phone Call

"Jeff! Telephone!" Mrs. Sterling calls from the kitchen.

A second later, the sounds from the TV are silenced, and another voice calls from the living room. "Got it!"

Mrs. Sterling hangs up the kitchen phone as her son's voice starts talking into the receiver.

"Hey, Nick." Jeff smiles. Nick always had that effect on him, but only recently has his voice caused butterflies to simulate a hurricane in his stomach. Since about the 21st, as a matter of fact. Since Nick came out to him. Since they had shared their first kiss in Nick's backyard at sunset. Since they officially became a couple.

"Hey, Jeff." Nick responds. "I was wondering what you are doing next Saturday?"

Jeff feels his pace quicken. "Nothing, why?"

"Uh, this is going to sound silly, but, uh, my little sister is having her party on that day, and Mom said I could invite one of my friends over so I'm not stuck in the house alone with ten seven year olds on sugar highs and their overly gossipy mothers."

Jeff laughs. Granted it was not the scenario he was picturing, any chance he gets to spend with Nick, the better. "Of course I'll come. What time is it?"

"The party is at one, but uh, do you think you could come a bit earlier?" Nick asks embarrassedly.

Jeff blushes and turns away from the kitchen just in case his mother was watching. "Uh, sure. So, like 12:30 then?"

"Yeah, that'll be good."

"Ok, see you then. You're house, right?"

"Yeah. See you there."

"Bye." Jeff smiles.

"Bye."

Jeff waits a beat after hanging up and takes a moment to collect himself and his cheesily strong feelings before turning the TV back off mute.

That night at dinner, Jeff suddenly remembers his mid-day phone call. "Oh, Mom, Dad, are we busy on Saturday?"

His mother shakes her head. "Well, your father and I were planning on going to visit your Aunt Terri, and you two are grilling for dinner. Why?"

"Nick invited me over around one. Katie's having a party and his mom said he could bring a friend over too, so he chose me." He explains, trying to keep his pulse under control. He chose me.

His father nods. "Sure you can go over. I'm so glad you two are friends. He's a good kid."

Jeff blushes and smiles, trying not to make it too obviously love-struck. Sure. Just friends. But what if we're more?

Jeff and Nick haven't told their parents about their relationship yet. In fact, Jeff's parents weren't even aware Jeff was gay. Sometimes Jeff thought his mother did, the way she watched Nick and him act around one another, with that suspicious look in her eyes. But she never said anything about it. She was too polite and reserved to ask either of them about it.

There was no question that his father was oblivious. He spent a lot of his time on business trips away from home, only coming home for the weekends, so he didn't get to spend much time getting to know Jeff. Jeff didn't mind too much. Of course he missed his father, but the majority of Mr. Sterling's time away from home was at the same times Jeff was at school, so he wasn't home either anyway. He came home for Christmas and other school holidays, and always took at least two weeks off during the summer to be with his family.

"He is, isn't he?" Jeff mumbles, staring at his plate to avoid letting his parents see his burning cheeks. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his mother look like she was trying hard to keep from saying something, before sighing and taking another bite of chicken.

"Hey, did you see the game last night?" Mark asks his son.

Jeff beams and dives into a very exciting and physical reinterpretation of the game, while his mother watches silently and smiles to herself. No matter what he is, he'll always be perfect to me.

Please review. Should I continue?