A/N: Hello everyone, well this is my first fic, I've been meaning to start writing some since exams were over and I finished school, now I have all summer to write, so this is the start of a multi-chapter fic featuring Niff, the warblers, with a bit of Klaine and the usual glee drama thrown in there to.

I would appreciate it if you read and reviewed, and i'll take on board constructive criticism.

Just a warning for angst and near-death experience featured later on in the story.

Disclaimer: Nick, Jeff, The Warblers and any other characters you recognise in here belong to RIB and not me :( If they did, the beautiful blazered boys would have their own show.

The rain beat down on the picturesque structure that was Dalton Academy, it's droplets falling evenly on the windows of the old building, forming a gentle rhythmic tempo that resonated throughout the many halls and corridors.

Over on the far side of the grounds, in the west building, Jeff Sterling sat listening to this tuneful patter of raindrops, half-listening to Mr. Porter's lecture on American history, allowing his mind to wander elsewhere, away from the dreariness of the classroom. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy History, no, quite the opposite in fact, Jeff had been top of the class in the subject since he started Dalton, it was just today, being a mixture of the miserable weather and a lack of enthusiasm towards hearing his teacher drone on about the never-ending list of events that happened throughout American history, Jeff just couldn't focus his mind to the lesson before him.

Out of the corner of his eye Jeff saw a ball of paper land swiftly on the desk, he quickly turned around to catch Trent grinning widely and motioning for him to read it. Jeff reverted his attention to the ball of paper and quickly unravelled it, smothering out the creases and reading the barely legible message that had been scribbled down by the fellow warbler.

You better get a move on with these questions or Porter's gonna skin you alive Jeffrey. You may not make it out of the cupboard this time :P

Jeff turned back and half-smiled at his friend, he had been so out of it he hadn't realised the questions that had been set on the board. He tried to revert his attention back to the blank sheet of paper awaiting extended answers, but he just couldn't get his mind to focus on the task being set. He knew he'd have to write something soon, otherwise Mr. Porter was going to notice and Jeff would find himself sitting in this classroom for longer than the duration of the lesson.

His history teacher was particularly harsh with detentions, any other teacher at Dalton, and believe me there wasn't that many, would simply make the students write lines or an essay on why they shouldn't forget their homework or on whatever reason their punishment was for.

But no, Porter's detentions involved demeaning labour, mostly the daunting task of polishing the many figurines of important historical figures that lined the shelves of the history department.

The boys often joked about the cupboard that was a part of Mr. Porter's room, it was used as a storage space for many historical artefacts that were used in class, but word spread that Porter stored many undue items in there and there were even rumours of certain teachers getting it in there behind closed doors. All of this was probably started by some remarkably bored freshmans, but gossip spread throughout Dalton like the plague and eventually it just became like common knowledge in the place. Sometimes Jeff wondered if this was really an all boys school, or a school for gossiping girls in disguise.

Either way Jeff didn't really fancy spending his evening in Porter's cupboard polishing objects and planning his attack in case his teacher tried to make a move on him, it was quite a disturbing thought to be honest.

Jeff quickly remembered he was supposed to be starting the work, he had to get his act together and focus, otherwise that was exactly what was going to happen. He attempted the first question, flicking through his textbook frantically for the answer, boy did he have a lot of reading to do after this class, he was sure they hadn't done half of these topics the textbook had shown. He was really falling behind now, he took a quick glance at Trent who had his head down into his paper scribbling away.

"Psst, Trent"

Trent quickly looked up, hands fidgeting, clearly wanting to finish the remainder of his well scripted answer that was circling his brain.

"What?"

"What page is the answer to the first one on?"

"You're only on the..." the round faced boy sighed, looking back to his own work "page 36"

36. What a coincidental number, that was his and Nick's number. He was 6 and Nick was his 3. His Nick. He was the 6 to Nick's 3. They had started calling each other that last year, after they had auditioned along with Kurt for a solo at sectionals, both of them had moved up that time, it had only taken Jeff 6 auditions to get that far. Nick was luckier, 3 auditions and he made it to the next step. So from then on they became the 36 Mafia, mostly referred to that by the warblers but eventually by the majority of the school, once they caught on and decided to join in the shipping.

To most of the people at Dalton Academy, Nicholas Duval was just a student, a member of the warblers, a classmate, another rich kid attending a prestique private school. But to Jeff, Nick was everything. The short, dark haired boy with the goofy smile and glimmer in his eyes was his room-mate, his best friend, his 3, and (unknown to Nick) the love of his life.

Jeff hadn't thought about the possibility of being gay until earlier this year, sure there was a number of gay people at Dalton, and he respected that, he just didn't think he himself would end up falling for one of his classmates.

He wouldn't class himself as completely gay, bisexual seemed more fitting, for he did have a slight crush on the blonde cheerleader from McKinley after that time the warblers came to say goodbye to Kurt and helped Blaine serenade him in song. But Jeff knew deep down it wasn't true love, just like he knew his feelings for Nick were more than just a crush. Yes they were best friends and had a close relationship, they were literally joined at the hip, but Jeff wanted more than to just be Nick's 'best friend', he hoped one day he could add the word 'boyfriend' to their vocabulary.

He hadn't told Nick any of this, heck he hadn't even told anyone he was bi, not even the warblers who were his close friends. Frankly, he was scared, scared that Nick didn't feel the same way, scared that it would shatter their friendship, scared that it would push them apart. Jeff didn't want any of that, the thought of losing Nick terrified him, he couldn't imagine walking the corridors of Dalton without his best friend by his side, even if he was dragging along and complaining every few seconds about nothing, Jeff just couldn't imagine the world without Nick. His Nick.

Jeff immediately turned his attention back to reality when he saw Mr. Porter stand up and begin writing more notes on the board, he rested his face on his hand and stared at the board blankly, preparing himself for another lecture on another important figure in American history, this would be a good time to return to his thoughts, even if they were about Nick and he needed a good grade in history to go on his college application, Nick was more important, at least in Jeff's mind. He could always copy up the notes from Trent later.

So where was he? Ah Nick, Jeff loved everything about the boy; his beautiful smile, his extravagant personality, at first Nick would have seemed like a shy, quiet boy, it wasn't until you sat listening to him chatter on in warbler practise that you would then realise he was in fact the opposite and you had a hard time getting him to shut up. But Jeff loved that all the more, listening to Nick ramble on about nothing was like listening to an angel speak the words of religion.

He especially liked his reactions to when Jeff hid his hair gel, Nick had recently developed an obsession with the substance and it was all Blaine Anderson's fault.

Since freshman year Nick would skip through the corridors of Dalton with his bangs in his eyes with not a care in the world, it wasn't until Nick tripped over a chair leg and sent an unsteady Trent crashing into the council's table during a rehearsal of 'Raise Your Glass', that Blaine (along with an unamused Wes who had just been the cushion to the other boy's fall) had realised that having hair obstructing your vision during an upbeat number was not a good idea and instructed Nick to get a haircut. After he had refused, Blaine had resorted to drowning the boys hair in an insane amount of gel in an attempt to keep it away from his eyes.

He must say it had worked, for there was not another stumble or clumsy fall after that, although Jeff did miss Nick's long messy hair that hung freely over his eyes and made him look like a little kid, which Jeff found adorable, he had to say that Nick's new look was quite hot, his hair gelled back, nice and sleek like a gentleman out of a kick ass movie, it made him appear more like a man than a little kid, not to mention the practicality of it – to which the warblers agreed.

Nick was becoming nearly as bad as Blaine now, their dorm's ensuite bathroom was filled with numerous different containers of the stuff, since Blaine had transferred near the beginning of the year, Jeff had sworn Nick had become the new Blaine Anderson, he had even taken over as lead warbler until Sebastian Smythe had came along and dimmed his spotlight. But it didn't matter, Nick was still the star in Jeff's eyes.

"Mr. Sterling!"

Jeff quickly snapped his thoughts back to reality upon hearing his name, he looked up to see a growing frustrated Mr. Porter glaring down at him from his spot infront of the board, his classmates' wide eyes staring at him in sympathy, hoping he wouldn't be unlucky enough to face the wrath of the cupboard after class.

"Yes sir?" Jeff spoke up, his voice a little hoarse from the lack of use throughout the lesson.

"It appears someone hasn't been paying attention. Let me repeat the question for you again" Mr Porter snarled smirking at the blonde boy infront of him.

"In what state was President Kennedy in when he was assassinated?"

Jeff hadn't the faintest idea, he searched his classmates' faces for some sort of hint, unfortunately none of them seemed to have done their reading either, so it was now down to the first thing that popped into his brain.

"Well sir, he was in a terrible state, I mean he died" Jeff answered quickly

Mr. Porter's face turned an unpleasant plum shade as an uproar of laughter filled the classroom, it wasn't until Trent has simply asked Jeff if his blonde hair dye had seeped through his scalp and into his brain that Jeff had realised what he had just said and immediately felt his face turning a deep shade of red. He wasn't even a natural blonde, yes he did have a few 'moments' that reflected the actions of a stereotypical blonde, but he couldn't believe he had just said that aloud in class, infront of Mr. Porter, he was screwed now.

"Detention!" Mr. Porter thundered "And since Mr. Sterling here thinks he is some sort of comedian, each and every one of you will now write a 5 page essay on President John F Kennedy, due tomorrow!"

The sea of laughter was now filled with groans and occasional "thanks" and "way to go Jeff"s as Mr Porter began making his way back to his desk. After the colour had eventually faded from Jeff's face and he had began to make a start on the questions, the bell rang signalling the end of third period and the start of lunchtime. Everyone quickly packed up their belongings and left the classroom, Jeff was quietly walking last out of the room with a now unamused Trent when Mr. Porter stopped him in his tracks.

"My office, 6:30, Mr Sterling" Mr Porter said not looking up from his pile of papers he was busy marking.

"Yes sir" Jeff said quickly beginning to walk slowly out of the door "sorry sir" he quickly added before quickening his pace and all but running after Trent who was slowly making his way towards the cafeteria.

Okay so his day hadn't started the best of ways, he had woken up extremely tired, had missed breakfast since he had spent a good half an hour searching for his shoes (only to be found hidden away in Nick's drawers – he was going to get him back for that later) he had suffered through 3 ridiculously boring lessons and had another 2 to survive after lunch, and to top it all off, he now had detention with Mr. Porter after school. Yes, today just wasn't Jeff's day at all.

But it was okay, because it was lunchtime now and Jeff could now revert his attention away from the work (not that it was entirely focused on that anyway) and sit with the rest of the warblers discussing all sorts of ridiculous things, and most importantly, spending a whole hour with Nick. His Nick.

Maybe the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Well that's the end of chapter 1! I have to admit writing fanfic is quite challenging, especially since i'm a math geek and english has never really been my strong subject. Please review, it would mean a lot!

Don't worry, I have a lot more in store for these two and the rest of the warbling warblers :D

Keep calm and warble on! Coz i'm feelin' so fly like a 36!