~So, this will be a new thing for me to write; Sebastian/Nick being Jeff's enemy. It's weird. All well. This story has just sat in my notebook FOREVER! I just now decided to bring it out!~

Disclaimer: I own no one. . .man, I wish I owned Jeff. . .

Warnings: Violence, spoilers for 'Michael'.

Pairings: Niff, Klaine, Pinn

Jeff's P.O.V.

What just happened? Everything was just fine. We were singing and I was dancing with that blonde girl from New Directions. . .Quinn? It happened so fast. Sebastian threw the slushie at Kurt, but Blaine pushed him out of the way. Blaine hit the concrete floor cupping his face with his hands. He was screaming in pure agony. His crys echoed through the parking garage. Kurt dropped to his knees and was trying to pry Blaine's hands away so that he could see what was wrong.

Corn syrup and artificial flavoring doesn't cause that much pain. That was no ordinary slushie. I glanced around at my friends. They didn't seem phased at all. Not even Nick.

"Come on. Let's get out of here." Sebastian said.

The Warblers all turned around and started walking out of the parking garage. Except for me. I stayed staring at the scene before me. My friend was hurt.

"Jeff," I heard Nick call for me, "Let's go."

Oh my God. They knew! They knew about the slushie. Am I the only one who didn't? How could they? How could Nick. . .Oh my God no! Nick! He knew! He passed the slushie to Smythe! How could he?

I felt his oh so familiar touch on my arm. I jerked away from him and turned around.

"You knew! You knew about this! Didn't you?" I yelled. Some members of New Directions looked up confused. A few of The Warblers stopped and looked back too. Because Nick and Jeff fighting? What? That was impossible! They were the perfect couple. . .well they used to be.

"Jeffie. . .Look. . ."

"NO! Blaine is our friend Nick!"

"It wasn't meant for Blaine! It was meant for Kurt!"

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"And that makes it better? Kurt is our friend too!" I threw my hands up in the air completely frustrated.

"Jeff. . ."

"You're not the same person I fell in love with." I whispered harshly.

Nick took a step toward Jeff, "Yes I am! Don't say that!"

"No," I shook his head, "You're not. The Nick I fell in love with wouldn't have done something like this. Something so cruel and evil. That Nick wouldn't have stood by and let one of his friends get hurt. Do you hear that Nick? Do you hear Blaine? His crying? His pain? That's because of you. This is all your fault. What would happen if I left The Warblers and Dalton and went to another school and another Glee club? Would you let Sebastian hurt me?"

"No," Nick immediately shouted, "Never! Don't you dare even think that!"

"Then why did you let Blaine get hurt?"

"Jeff. . .come on. We can talk about this in our room. We need to leave."

I shook his head, "No, I can't go anywhere with you."

"Jeffie, what are you. . .?"

"I can't be with someone that. . ." I couldn't even think straight. I was angry and he felt so, so betrayed, "Stood by and let something this bad happen."

Nick was shaking his head, "No, please Jeff. No, you can't do this. I need you please." Tears streamed down his face. I was crying too.

Nick reached out to take hold of my hand. I jerked away.

"Don't touch me," I hissed.

He drew his hand back.

"I'm done Nick." I whispered.

Nick was biting his lip to keep his sobs in.

I hate to admit this, but it breaks my heart even more, if that's possible, to see him like this. All i want is for this to be a nightmare and I would wake up in Nick's arms any minute. But it isn't a dream. This is reality.

I turned around and began walking towards the New Directions.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

Isn't it obvious?

"My friend needs help!" I shouted.

"But. . .you rode with me! How are you going to get back to school?" Nick will not give up.

I sighed, and stopped in my tracks, "I don't even want to look at you right now." I began walking again and dropped to my knees beside Kurt and Blaine.

"I didn't know," I sobbed, "I didn't. . .I would have. . .I'm sorry." I was finally broken.

Kurt nodded, "It's okay," He grabbed my hand in his, his own tears slipping down his pale cheeks.

The Warblers and Nick were gone by the time the ambulance arrived. Kurt and I climbed into the back. Blaine was on a stretcher. The paramedics had given him a seditive. He was out like a light.

Kurt was clutching my hand still.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

Kurt looked at me as I stared at Blaine.

"Hey, look at me."

I did.

"Jeff, you said yourself you didn't know this was going to happen. You couldn't have stopped it. I know for a fact that if you did know then you would have warned us or something. That's the type of person you are. You're so kind and loving. I'm glad you're here. I think I would be a complete mess if you weren't."

I tightened my hold on his hand. I needed it. I needed some sort of comfort.

"I'm sorry about you and. . ."

"Please," I begged, "Don't talk about him."

Kurt nodded, "I just can't believe. . ." I trailed off. it was too painful. Nick and me have been friends for so long. Since we were in kindergarden and we've dated for almost three years. Our relationship was so strong. . .until tonight. We never had a problem or arguement. . .until tonight. I don't know what I'm going to do without him in my life. I feel like a part of me is missing. A huge part. A part that will never be filled.

When we arrived at the hospital the rest of New Directions were already there. They individualy introduced themselves to me. They welcomed me with open arms. I couldn't have been more greatful. We spent hours and hours in the waiting room.

Santana and her girlfriend Brittany stood up, hands clasped tightly together.

"Well, I need to get home and give Lord Tubbington a sponge bath. Come on Rory Leprechaun." The blonde said.

The Irish boy stood as well.

"And I'm their ride. Text us when you find out about Blaine." The hispanic said.

Sam, the blonde, walked out as well.

It wasn't long after that when the asian couple stood.

"It's way passed my curfew," The gothic one commented.

"Yeah," Mike wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "My father is going to kill me. . .literally." They left.

Next was the boy in the wheelchair, Artie, and the dark skinned girl, Mercedes.

She hugged Kurt tightly, "Don't worry baby. Blaine will be alright. I'm praying for him."

Artie wheeled over to me and held his fist out, I slowly bumped our knuckles together, "See ya Jeff. Thanks for sticking by Blaine's side. And I'm sorry about. . .everything"

I gave him a small smile.

Sugar jumped up, "Oh wait! I need a ride. I can't stand to be here anymore! It smells so gross!" She squealed. I wasn't too fond of her.

It was just Kurt, Rachel, Finn, Puck, Quinn, and me left.

How much longer? This waiting is killing me! I need to know if Blaine is alright!

"Jeff?" Kurt squeezed my hand. I held on so tightly to his hand ever since we were in the ambulance.

"Yes Kurt?"

"This isn't your fault, you know that right?"

I slowly looked up at him, "I know."

"This is all Sebastian's fault." Finn commented.

"Are you going to be okay?" Quinn asked me, "You look a little pale."

Why are they so concerned for me? They should be worrying about Blaine.

"No," I shook my head, "I'm scared. I'm scared for Blaine. I'm scared to go back Dalton. I'm scared to face Sebastian and Nick. I'm just so scared," My voice cracked.

"Aw don't be scared of those assholes," Puck said from where he was laying on about five chairs pushed together.

"Gees Puck. You could be a little more considerate." Finn said slugging him on the arm. Puck hit him back and then pecked Finn's cheek.

"What? And besides Jay, if they mess with you tell me and I'll beat 'em up, okay?" Puck draped an arm over his eyes and was soon asleep.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

Rachel got down on her knees in front of me, "Jeffrey, when we were all performing Bad, I heard you singing and I must say you have exceptional talent. And I believe it is being wasted at Dalton Academy."

Kurt and Rachel smiled at one another. They were up to something.

"Jeff," Kurt said getting my attention, "We have an idea."

Oh no.

They kept talking and explaing their plan to me. I was listening, but I just don't know. Should I? It seems such a great and wonderful thing to do. But. . .

"Jeff!" Rachel yelled breaking me from my thoughts, "Are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm just thinking."

"Well what do you think about it?" Kurt wondered.

"I'll do it," I gave them a smile; a weak one.

Rachel and Kurt both threw their arms around me in a tight hug.

"Let me just call my dad." I stood and pulled out my phone. The conversation with him was a long one and it ended with me crying. As I walked up to my new friends, I grinned, "Looks like I'm going to Mckinely."

Kurt and Rachel both squealed.

We all stayed the hosptial that night and skipped school the next day. Puck honestly didn't care either. He did seem like the bad-boy type.

Blaine turned out to have a scratched cornea and had to have surgery. He might lose his eye sight. We haven't been able to see him yet.

I checked the time on my phone; 2:30 P.M. Gees, I didn't get a wink of sleep last night or today. Rachel and Quinn went to the cafeteria to get some coffee and Finn and Puck were still asleep. Kurt sat beside me. He didn't get any sleep either.

I decided to look through my messages to see if my dad text me. There were 15 texts from Nick plus 9 missed calls and 3 voicemails.

Where r u?

R U OK?

I miss u. U need 2 com bak 2 skool so we can talk.

Jeff txt me.

When R U comin bak 2 skool?

Jeff answer me! Plz!

Jeffrey Sterling!

So many more follwed. I dialed the voicemails.

"Hey Jeffie. Are you alright? Please talk to me. Please. I need to know if you're okay."

"This is driving me crazy! Jeff please answer!"

"Dammit Jeffrey Sterling! I just want to know if you're okay? You never came back to our room! I'm so worried. Call me."

A stab went through my chest as I heard his voice. I sighed as I exited out of everything and put the phone back in my pocket.

Thank God it's Friday.

Kurt leaned his head onto my shoulder, "Don't look at your phone anymore. Don't think about him right now."

"Easier said than done."

I stood, stretching arms and legs and popping my back, "I - I'm going to grab a cab and go to Dalton. I need to grab some things and take care of some stuff."

"I don't want you to go alone."

"You need to stay here for Blaine."

Kurt gave a small sigh, "Fine, but take Puck with you," He leaned over and smacked Puck on the stomach.

Puck sat up, "Huh? What? I swear the T.V. was already there when I. . .!" He looked around, "Oh."

"Go to Dalton with Jeff. Make sure he doesn't get hurt Puck."

"Alright," He stood, stretching. The muscles in his arms flexed.

It was exactly 3 o'clock when we arrived into the music room. I looked down at the pendent on my navy blue uniform. The golden round ring with the bird perched on a small branch caused my heart to ache.

I took it off slowly. I heard The Warblers coming. Dang. I wanted to leave before they came.

"Well, well, well look what we have here. Sterling, long time no see." Oh how I hated that voice. Stupid Smythe.

"Jeffie," Nick smiled sadly, "You're okay." He stepped forward.

I ignored him and walked passed him and up to Sebastian. I held out my pen, "Here."

Sebastian took it without a thought about it, "You won't be missed." He smirked. I wanted to smack him.

"Jeffie," I heard Nick say, "You can't quit! You've worked so hard to get to where you are now. You can't quit." He repeated.

Without turning around to look at him I said quietly, "I just did."

I heard a crash and looked over at Puck who had knocked a very expensive vase. His eyes were wide, "It was already like that." He rushed away from it.

"Are we done here or what? 'Cause this place is way too fancy for me Jay."

"Yeah Puck. Let's go." The Warblers split and made a pathway to the door.

"Jeff!" Nick yelled, "Jeffie!"

I gnored his calls. Tears slipped down my face and bit back a sob.

Puck turned and looked at The Warblers, "You mess with one of us, then mess with all of us. And if I hear that anyone is messing with Jay, then I will screw you up so badly you'll be in the hospital pissing through a tube!"

He turned back around and ran to catch up to me.

"Looks like Sterling already replaced you Duval!" I heard Smythe say.

"Shut up!" Nick burst out, "Just shut up!"

"I'll see you in class tomorrow Jeff!" Trent called after me. Beatbox and Thad said about the same thing.

Oh how they were in for a suprise. I quit The Warblers. They don't know that my father called the academy today and transferred me to Mckinely High School.

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