Nick and Jeff had been best friends since they could remember. They went to kindergarten together, middle school, and finally Dalton Academy. They had been there for each other through first crushes, first dance's, everything. People swore they were attached at the hip. Some even asked if they were in a relationship. This caused Jeff to become uneasy, questioning his sexuality. Finally, he came out to Nick when they were in grade 8. Jeff was surprised when Nick said he was cool with it, for he'd been preparing himself for the end of their friendship. Instead, it helped them grow closer. The two were so close that they even snuck out and spied on each other's first dates. When Nick confessed to following him, Jeff laughed and said he'd done the same thing last year. They bonded over everything, and nothing came between their friendship.

At least nothing had yet.

"Are you sure about this?" Nick asked, slightly worried.

"Come on dude, it's just a party," Jeff reassured him.

"With a bunch of people we don't even know!" Nick protested.

"Their Kurt's friends, how bad could they be? Besides, the Warblers will be there too. Just hang out with me the whole time. Relax a little Nicky," Jeff stated.

"Fine, but don't call me Nicky!" Nick pleaded. They helped each other get ready, and then headed off.

They were on their way to Blaine's house, well mansion really, for a party with the Warblers and New Directions. They arrived before everyone else with Wes, Kurt, and David so they could help out Blaine set up before everyone got there. As they were setting out the snacks, the doorbell rang. Kurt ran to get it. The boys heard Kurt complaining to whoever was at the door. It sounded like Kurt knew they guy, so no one went out to see what was going on. 2 minutes later Kurt came back, followed by a tall guy with Mohawk.

"Guys this is Noah, Noah, these are some of the Warblers, and of course you know Blaine," Kurt said. He looked a little put out, and Nick saw why when Noah placed a 24 pack on the table.

"Call me Puck. I brought the beer. Don't worry though, there'll be more!" he said cheerfully. Blaine high-fived him, Jeff smiled, and Wes and David just looked shocked.

"Where, but how..." Wes stuttered.

"Damn, do you guys ever get out?" Puck asked.

The 7 of them finished setting up, and were just chilling and talking when everyone started to get there. Soon enough, music was blaring, drinks were poured, and people were getting drunk. Turns out, Puck practically had a liquor store in the back of his truck.

Around 10 o' clock, Nick had managed to have a bit of fun. Okay, that was a lie. He was having a great time. Everyone from New Directions was either really nice, or really funny. He'd consumed 3 drinks, trying to take things easy, but Jeff had had 6. He was dancing out of control, grinding up against anyone who came near him. Nick laughed really hard when Jeff started doing a movie that could only be described as a mixture of the running man, the shopping cart, and ballet during Teenage Dream while Blaine of course sang lead. He was having a great time. Jeff occasionally came up to him, pulling him out onto their homemade dance floor, forcing Nick to dance more.

Finally, Jeff took a break from the dancing and pulled Nick away from the dance floor. They were heading over for another beer, when a Latina girl from New Directions stood up, demanding a game of truth or dare. Seeing nothing wrong with the idea, they grabbed their drink and headed off to the circle being formed.

When they were all gathered together on the floor, Wes started off the game.

"Blaine, truth or dare!" he asked excitedly.

"Truth," he said.

"Is it true you sucked Rachel's face last month?" he asked. Blaine blushed.

"Yeah," he said bashfully. Everyone laughed at the memory, except Rachel and Blaine, both of which shuddered.

"Okay, Finn!" Blaine said, changing the topic. Finn chose dare, resulting in a very awkward dance to 3 by Brittney Spears. Everyone laughed as the game continued. Finally when it was the Latina girl Santana's turn, she chose Jeff.

"Sexy blonde, your turn!" she said looking at Jeff.

"Dare baby!" he shouted. Everyone cheered. Jeff had become quite the celebrity with the New Directions. He was such a party whore.

"I dare you to-"She stopped when David and Wes both whispered something in her ear. Grinning, she spoke again.

"I dare you to give your friend here a lap dance," she said looking at Nick. Nick blushed, and started to object, when Jeff shrugged and crawled over onto Nick's lap. He started grinding into him, and even though he was straight, Nick couldn't help but feel his pants become slightly uncomfortable with every move Jeff made. Wolf whistles and howls could be heard from the group watching. Finally, when Jeff was done, he awkwardly turned back to the group, seeing some of them fanning themselves, and Wes and David grinning evilly. Nick, regaining some composure, laughed along with everyone else. The game continued on like nothing happened.

He quit paying attention as thoughts flooded his mind. Had he liked the way Jeff grinded against him? He wasn't sure. He started to wonder if Jeff liked him. Jeff had admitted a few years back to having a little crush on Nick, but that he'd moved on. Nick laughed at it back then, not really caring. Now, he wondered if Jeff really had moved on. Maybe it was cocky of him to think that way. It was just a dare. It's not like it meant anything. Jeff was drunk, and even if he wasn't he probably would've done it. It didn't mean anything to Jeff. Nick glanced over at Jeff, who seemed un-affected by the dare. Nick decided he was being stupid and over analyzing everything. It was hom witht he problem, not Jeff. He liekd to blame people when he was drunk. he decided to drop it. Plus, thinking so much made his head hurt. He finished off his drink, feeling his mind becoming fuzzier. Suddenly he felt a tug on his sleeve. Jeff was pulling him up to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Nick laughed.

"Shh, you'll see!" Jeff whispered. This only made Nick laugh more. Jeff was hilarious when he was drunk. They snuck away from the game, their disappearance going unnoticed. When they reached the drink table, Jeff made them crawl underneath it to get past. Nick went along, his drunken haze lifting any sense of embarrassment. The two boys crawled into a hallway, away from the eyes of the other teens. Jeff sat down, back against the wall, patting the floor beside him. Nick sat down beside him, leaning against him. Jeff rested his head on Nick's shoulders.

"Having fun Nicky?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, thanks for telling me to come," Nick said. Jeff looked up at Nick and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He used the other to lift his hand up to explore Nick's soft, brown hair.

"What are you doing?" Nick asked laughing.

"S-so soft," Jeff slurred. He brought his face up to Nick's, eyeing his lips. Finally, he leaned in, pressing their lips together. He felt Nick tense and then relax into the kiss. Their lips moved together, first slowly, then with more urgency. Jeff pushed Nick downwards onto the floor, then climbing on top of him. They stayed like that for a long time, lips, tongues and hands all moving together. It was Kurt who found them.

"Damn guys, really?" Kurt asked. The boys barely looked up. Sighing, Kurt bent down next to them, trying to get their attention. Both boys were too wraped up in eachother's mouths.

"Come on guys, not here. Let me drive you back to Dalton. Don't do something stupid in front of the guys. They'll never let you live it down. They boys nodded, standing up slowly, holding onto each other. They let Kurt drive them home, sneak them upstairs, and help them into their room.

"Okay boys, I'm going to go back now. Just because you have some privacy, it doesn't mean I'm going to let you do something stupid. Stay on your sides of the room and behave. Okay?" Kurt boys nodded slowly until Kurt finally closed the door.

As if on cue, the two sprung up from their places on their beds and attacked each other. Their lips met again, no hesitation this time. Their tongues wrapped around each other forcefully. They made out for some time, hands exploring each other's bodies. Finally, when shirts were shed, they made their way over to the bed. Neither could really tell whose it was at the time, being too occupied with each other. Jeff was on top of Nick, straddling him. Their hips grinded into each other, creating a much needed friction. Jeff looked up into Nick's eyes, asking for permission. In response, Nick started undoing both of their jeans. Jeff helped, and the pants were thrown lazily onto the floor in a careless heap. They didn't speak other than to moan the other's name between hot kisses. Jeff nibbled on Nick's earlobe, then working his way down to his collarbone. This drew out a long moan that made Jeff even more keen on what was about to happen.

Neither thought about the consequences, only that they both wanted what was bound to happen. In their drunken state, the two shed the rest of their clothes, and gave into the want. Nick didn't even remember that he was straight, and that this was Jeff, his gay best friend. He didn't remember that they were just friends, he didn't remember that Jeff was a guy. He forgot about it all, focusing on the way Jeff's tongue ran over his...

When the deed was done, they fell down onto each other, exhausted and tired. They were hot, sticky and sweaty, but being too tired to care, fell asleep in each other's arms. They didn't know if they would remember this in the morning, and neither was quite sure if they wanted to or not.

TBC! :)

Okay guys! I decided to start a new story before I write the sequel to I'll Never Run! This will be less fluff, but more angst and a little smut. I'm perfectly fine with reading it, but I find it really uncomfortable writing it, so sorry about that guys!

Also, Drabbles should be up soon.

Thanks guys, please review!

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