Since I'm as huge a Niff fan as I am a Klaine fan, I felt the obligation to write a Niff story. This goes with BtStG so it's sassy Jeff, just to let you guys know.

Disclaimer: I totally don't own Glee. Excuse me while I sing Fuck You at RIB. I also don't own Danielle Anderson, that belongs to littlemusings.

Wow, fancy. Jeff looked up at the East Building of Dalton Academy, straightening his blazer.

"Call me when class ends and text mom, okay?" Jennifer, Jeff's older sister, kissed his forehead, pushing him towards the entrance. Jeff gulped.

"Don't be chicken!" June sneered. She was his younger sister, and they hated each other passionately. Jeff smacked her.

"You little-"

"Whoa! Enough! Go in. Shoo!" Jennifer pushed him in, snorting when he stuck his tongue out at June. The boy snuck into the East Building, looking around. Shit, lost already. He wandered the building for ten minutes, pausing when he heard a wonderful voice. He followed it until he was in front of thick wooden doors that had been cracked open just a bit. Applause broke out and a second voice spoke up.

"A little on the sharp side, Warbler Nick, but wonderful," said the second voice. Sharp? That was fucking amazing. Jeff pushed the door open a crack, peering through to see a brunette with shaggy hair and warm eyes give an asian boy a nervous smile. Holy shit, he's hot. Must. Get. Closer. My gaydar does not work this far away. Jeff slipped into the room, leaning on a table. A black haired boy with hazel eyes and a grin that labeled him as resident troublemaker pointed at Jeff.

"Newbie!" he shouted. Jeff glared at him, heat rushing to his cheeks as everyone's gaze trained on him, including the hot brunette's.

"Warbler Cameron! Indoor voice, please," the asian scolded. Cameron rolled his eyes.

"Would you like to join the Warblers?" a brunette to the asian's left asked. Jeff blinked, the blank expression on his face sending the giggles around the room.

"The what?" he asked.

"The Warblers. We're the a cappella show choir," the brunette explained. Jeff blushed again at his cluelessness, pursing his lips in thought. His eyes met the cute brunette's for a fleeting moment, cheeks pinking even more, before nodding.

"Sweet! New recruit," an extremely tall boy cheered.

"Hey newbie-" Cameron started.

"Call me newbie one more time and I'll shove your head up his ass," Jeff snarled.

"Hey! Why my ass?" the blonde next to Cameron protested. Several Warblers giggled, including the cute brunette. Jeff shrugged.

"Tough luck," he smirked, rolling his shoulders and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Did you just write that in the Official Minutes?" the asian asked the african american boy to his right. The other boy paused his scribbling, snorting before biting his lip and nodding. The asian sighed, shaking his head.

"So, as our newest member, it'd be nice to know your name," the african american boy said, clearing his throat.

"I could say the same for you," Jeff quipped. The asian arched an eyebrow, twirling his gavel. "Jeff Sterling." Jeff caught the cute brunette's eyes, winking at him. The cute brunette looked stunned, but amused and happy.

"Welcome, Warbler Jeff. I'm Warbler Wes, this is Warbler David-" the african american boy smiled, "-and that is Warbler Thad." THe brunette to Wes' left frowned.

"Why do I have to be that Warbler. Can't I be this like David?" Thad whined. Wes gave him a look of disbelief, sighing again. The cute brunette snorted, before blushing. Thad wiggled his eyebrows at him.

"That's Warbler Nick. I'm sure you heard his singing before you walked in," Thad gave Nick a smug smile. Nick glared at him, blushing. Warbler Nick. Him and his orgasmically beautiful everything. I so need to get to know you better. Jeff chewed on his bottom lip, flipping his blonde bangs out of his eyes.

"You have a beautiful voice," Jeff purred. Nick blushed deeper. Ooh, baby. Ain't ya cute when ya blush.

"Thank you," Nick murmured, a nervous smile forming on his lips. Murmurs disturbed the silence until Wes banged his gavel.

"Warblers! Attention!" Everyone quieted.

"Save it for next time, Montgomery, class is over," Cameron growled. Wes glared at him.

"Warblers dismissed," he said curtly, narrowing his eyes at Cameron. The boys filed out, dispersing quickly. I SO have to talk to Nick again. Jeff smiled, walking to his first class. His phone vibrated, so he whipped it out. It was a text from Blaine, his best friend since middle school.

Blainers

How's your first day at Prick Central?

Jeff snorted, shaking his head.

Prtty good. Hot guy, Nick, in show koir.

Hows Meathead Dumpster High?

He slipped into his english class, scanning the room for any Warblers, but he had no such luck. Taking a seat in the back row, he took out a new notebook, fiddling with the pen cap as he waited Blaine's response.

Blainers

You and your spelling. It's alright, I suppose.

No one knows yet. And seriously, scouting already?

Is he gay?

Jeff smiled fondly, tapping out a quick response.

Let me kno if any1 acts up. Dani and I

r shanking experts. And I think hot guy is gay.

Dont kno 4 sure

A thin man with a creeper face walked in and wrote out MR. HOLDEN in giant letters. Jeff groaned. He was one of those teachers. One that cracked down and was anal about every last detail. Jeff was going to hate this class. Mr. Holden began a discussion about Emily Brontë, handing out musty copies of Wuthering Heights. Jeff's phone vibrated just as Mr. Holden reached his desk. The blonde snatched the book out of Mr. Holden's hand, earning him a reproachful look. When Mr. Holden turned around, Jeff took out his phone.

Blainers

Haha. I can defend myself. And don't

start stalking Mr. Hot Guy, please.

(Send me a pic tho ;))

Jeff bit his lip to keep in a giggle.

Wll do bitch. I'll call u

afterschool

Mr. Holden droned on about english literature. Jeff zoned out. This is gonna be a looong day.

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