Well. I sort of want to start a new Niff, but I only finished half of what I claimed I would do to prepare for it… but I also realized that the other half I wanted to do wasn't going to happen. I wanted to end something in two chapters, but… no. So that will be updated Tuesday, I think…

Okay, sorry. I plan in my first AN usually. You all don't have to read it, so… okay. This is getting awkward. I'll just freaking start this Niff.

Nick took a deep breath, straightening his tie unnecessarily. He was going to do this. He was going to do this now before all the courage Blaine had talked into him talked itself out. He could do this, he could do this, he could do this…

Jeff Sterling was in perfect position, kicked back in one of the overstuffed library chairs. It wasn't exactly a secret that Nick was hopelessly head over heels for him… Well, it was supposed to be, but apparently his love for his roommate was a bit too obvious for that. Despite this, he wasn't exactly great at acting on his feelings. In fact, he nearly never did, so even though every Warbler had beat into his brain that Jeff "totally" liked him back, it had taken forever for him to work up enough nerve to do anything about it.

In fact, he still wasn't sure he had enough nerve. However, he had a song in his heart, a guitar in hand, and a nearly silent room to make sure he was heard, so Nick figured it was about time he made this. All he needed was for whoever was talking to Jeff to bugger off and walk away.

Eventually, the tall, meerkat-like boy stalked off, and Nick went to make his move but Jeff popped up and practically floated over to him. Damn… "Nicky! Guess what! The new kid just asked me out on a date!" he yelped, as childish and painfully adorable as ever, even though he was breaking Nick's heart. Jeff practically jumped him, his hug was so vigorous, and he rushed out of the library. "I'm gonna go get ready. See you later!" The blond called behind him as he ran away. He looked excited…

Double damn…

Nick was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and way deep in his thoughts. He had always been sort of an introvert, and that had nothing to do with his confidence or anything; he was just quiet. And sometimes he really wished he wasn't…

Because maybe if he wasn't so quiet, it would have been easy for him to tell Jeff to stop, to speak his mind, to give advice… Nick didn't think that Sebastian was a good guy, and he didn't… he didn't think that Jeff should be with him. Not just because he was in love with the blonde, but also because Sebastian just wasn't nice. However, Jeff seemed happy, and it's not like he –quiet, little Nicky- could trash their relationship by saying anything bad about it.

But that wasn't something Nick could understand: how Jeff could like Sebastian. He was mean. He was mean to him. Well… he was mean from what Nick could see. Sebastian was always calling Jeff out for stupid, stupid stuff in front of everyone else, and… and it just didn't feel right. It wasn't exactly insulting, but Nick would figure it would get old fast if he was in Jeff's shoes…. And he spent a lot of time thinking about Jeff's shoes.

He didn't get how his roommate could laugh off everything Sebastian threw at him, when he could do so much better, Nick could be so much better. He was nice to Jeff; he loved him right, even if he didn't see it. He'd been there, proving his worth for the past month, while Sebastian had only been making himself look worse.

And now it was well past midnight, and Jeff still wasn't home from his date with Sebastian because the latter had probably pressured him into going back to his single dorm to make out or something, so now Nick was stressed that he would force Jeff into doing something that he didn't want to because that's what he was always doing, and Jeff just fought Sebastian off and let it go, and Nick didn't say anything, but –shit- did he want to, and…

Okay. He had to calm down. Jeff was probably fine. Or, at least, that's what he told himself as he stared at the fan slowly circling on the ceiling. The room was dark, and Nick knew he should probably try to fall asleep, but something told him he wouldn't be able to until Jeff got back.

He waited another hour before he finally heard Jeff's key in the lock. The other boy stepped in quietly, toeing off his shoes, tearing away his blazer and flopping onto his bed. And that's when Nick heard it.

Sniff.

And it didn't just stop with one sniffle; many followed it. Nick could barely see the outline of his friend rubbing his face with his hands, and his chest constricted in response.

"Jeff?" he called out quietly, his voice a bit tight from worry because –holy crap, was Jeff crying? He sat up. "Are… Was your date okay?" he stumbled over the words, not wanting to be insensitive, but with the additional crying noises coming from Jeff's bed… yeah. He was pretty sure something was wrong, and he had to know. That was his job as a best friend… as a potential boyfriend… There was a rustling noise across the room.

"Yeah, it… it was fine, I just…" Jeff's voice sounded wet, and it was official. Jeff was in full out sob-mode. Nick thought it was weird because Jeff was always happy, even when it all went wrong, but here he was… upset… "I just messed up, and I need to fix it. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Nick frowned.

Jeff couldn't have messed up. It was probably him just failing to meet Sebastian's ridiculous expectations again. Things in Sebastian and Jeff's relationship… it was never Jeff's fault, but the blame always seemed to be on him, anyway. Nick's stomach flipped, but he fell back onto his bed anyway.

"Okay… hope things turn out alright for you guys…" he whispered, voice floating across the room.

Even though he really didn't want them to at all.

Who's excited? I AM.

Okay, so now I have seven multi-chapters going… I'm declaring today Niff day, in which I update Niff and Niff alone. Again, who's excited? I AM!