This idea kind of popped into my head when I was doing a stir fry. Don't even ask...
As for my other stories, I'm really sorry that I don't seem to be updating, but I get writers block and don't know what to write, then a completely different idea for a completely different story just pops into my head! Would you believe it? I'm a scatter brain, lord help me...
As for the girl who asked me to write a fanfic about her and Riker Lynch getting together, I'd love to! But at the moment, I'm so busy! With christmas shopping and such, but as soon as I have time, I will. But I need you to give me some sort of twitter, facebook or tumblr so I can talk to you and find out any specific details of what you want.
Enjoy the story, once again, I don't own any of the characters in this fic unless I've made them up myself.
"So we'll give the solo to Blaine, and he will sing a choice of either Hey Soul Sister or another song of his choice. Please- not teenage dream. Again. As for the duet, we can hold auditions. Volunteers?" Wes' voice rang through the Dalton Academy Warblers' choir room. Boys lounged on pristine leather couches, idly playing with loose threads on their uniforms or sat with a glazed look in their eyes, watching as the old grandfather clock showed that the time was 3.45pm.
Many hands shot up as the list for people to audition was pulled out.
"Okay so Cameron, Kurt, Thad, Jeff..." David mumbled, scribbling down onto the piece of paper.
"Speaking of Jeff, where's Nick?" A voice from the back called out. Trent had a questioning look on his face, as the two boys were hardly ever seen without one another.
A dozen pairs of eyes turned to look at Jeff, the looks turning from confusion to worry. Jeff sat staring blankly ahead. His hair was a mess, his uniform crooked and crinkled. The distant look on his usually bright face made the Warblers' stomachs drop and turn. Blaine stood from where he was sat on the opposite side of the room. Quickly, he made his way over to his friend. He didn't need to ask if there was anything wrong. Judging by the look on the blonde boys face, he knew there was.
"Jeff? Buddy, what happened?" He knelt down on the worn carpet of the choir room, looking up at his friend with concern-filled eyes. Straight away he noticed the blonde's eyes filling with tears, one escaping and running down his cheek.
"Jeff..." Blaine murmured, putting his hand on the taller boys shoulder, half for comfort, half to get his attention.
By now the Warblers were deeply concerned. Nick was missing. Jeff was distraught. And no one knew what had happened.
"He's- I can't- he went..." Jeff put his head in his hands, openly sobbing at this point.
24 hours earlier.
"Jeff, you don't get it. I like Alex. He's nice and he cares and he wants to take me on a date! Why aren't you happy for me?" Nick screamed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"He's just... Not right for you! I don't like the guy, I get a bad feeling about him", Jeff sat on his bed in his and Nick's shared dorm room.
"You get a bad feeling? Clearly you're an awful judge of character. Have you ever actually spoken to Alex? Have a conversation with him! He's a decent guy and I want to go on this date", Nick began to pace, running his hands through his already mussed up hair.
"Fine. Fine, you go out on your little date but don't come crying to me when he dumps you because you won't put out", Jeff cried, regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.
Nick froze in the spot he had been pacing in. He turned around slowly, the look on his face murderous.
"I told you that in confidence. I told you that I wasn't ready for that. How could you use that against me? You're supposed to be my best friend!" Nick yelled, he began to shake with anger, his fingers itching to pick up that lamp and just throw it right at-
"No, man, I didn't mean it! I know you're not ready for anything like that", Jeff lowered his voice, not wanting his neighbours to hear. He stood, reaching out for his best friend, frowning as he moved away, "I am your best friend. I fucked up, I'm sorry".
"No! Jeff, you're not. Because you apologise now but then you fuck it all up again, and I'm sick of being messed around!" Nick was rooted to the spot, the words coming out of his mouth before he realised it.
"What? When have I ever messed you around?" Jeff raised his voice once more.
"All the time! You always flirt with me and hold my hand and act like a boyfriend would and you don't even care how I feel!" Nick screamed, not believing what he'd just said.
"You- you like me", Jeff stuttered as the information slowly sunk in.
"Yes. Yes, I do but save it. You're straight and you don't love me back", Nick's voice trembled.
Jeff's eyes widened, "You love me?"
Nick groaned, his hands reaching up to cover his face.
"Fine, yeah. I kind of do. And I want to go on this date because I just want to get over you. I just- I can't stand being around you all the time and not being with you the way I want you. So please, let me go on this date and don't judge me. We can go back to being friends, just not yet", and with that, Nick turned and fled the room, leaving a confused Jeff behind.
The blonde sank back down onto his bed, starking at the spot where Nick was only seconds ago. Eyes stinging, he whispered the words he should have said a long time ago.
"I love you too, Nick".
He lay down onto the pillow below, letting the tears take over.
"He's missing".
Dun dun dun! Where's Nick? Carry on reading and you'll find out...
