Hi! Well here's my first niff story. It's actually from a RP I do on Tumblr. I'm Jeff. It's might be kind of weird to read, but I've gone through an edited it.

marrythenightgleerp is the main rp, and I'm forgetyourtroubles-behappy and Nick is demonnickduval. We're totally looking for more people if you'd want to join. :P It's a demon!glee rp, and my favorite one. I've already got the first 12 chapters of this, and will post the next one tomorrow if you like it. (:

Chapter 1

Jeff smiled at the guy he just introduced himself to. He's never seen him around before.

"So are you new here?" Jeff asked.

Nick smiled softly at the boy in front of him. He was the first interesting looking human he'd met around the place. At least things might start to become a little less dull around the place. He hoped so, anyway.

"You could say that. I moved into town a little while ago. Still trying to get used to everything around here."

"Oh! Cool! Do you like Westerville so far?" Jeff asked. He put the shoulder bag he'd been carrying on the ground and sat on the couch behind him. Making new friends was fun? Right? At least this new friend was super hot. I bet he's not gay though, so I shouldn't even try.

"It's alright." Nick shrugged, taking a seat next to Jeff. He hadn't been this close to a human without really wanting to get rid of them in a very long time. There was something intriguing about Jeff. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, "I'm just trying to get used to everything, I guess. I haven't really seen much of town yet."

"Want me to show you around?" Jeff asked. Wow, you are straightforward today. Jeff facepalm-ed himself in his mind.

Nick raised his eyebrows, smirking. It had been a while since anyone had really noticed him for longer than a few minutes before moving onto someone else. This was different. He kind of liked having Jeff's attention like this, though, "Yeah, actually. That sounds great."

Jeff also raised his eyes, "Well, I didn't think you'd say yes. But sure. What's your first class?" He was really surprised he said yes. Now he didn't regret asking him as much.

Nick chuckled, "Would you rather I'd said no?" He hadn't really been paying attention to when he had classes. He supposed he should probably go to some of his lessons if he wanted to maintain the illusion. It wasn't like he didn't know the stuff. He'd learned this all decades ago, but he didn't want to just scare Jeff off. He hadn't known him long, but he enjoyed the other boy's company.

"Oh no! I'd totally glad you said yes!" Jeff blurted.

"Um…I think I have English first." Nick replied.

"The English hall is actually just down the hall from my next class, so I can guide you. I have a free period after this, did you want to meet up again? I can show you around the whole campus," Jeff asked, being surprisingly courageous today. The bell was actually going to ring any minute now. He really shouldn't be late on the first day of school.

Nick grinned. He hadn't been around someone with quite this much energy before. It was kind of cute, really, though he'd never say that out loud. "Sounds good. Where should we meet? And please, make it simple, otherwise I'll get lost and never find you again." He chuckled, looking around the somewhat empty room.

"I can be outside your English class," Jeff said. The warning bell rang, and Jeff stood up, "We should get going." He picked up his bag again, and slung it over his shoulder. He had calculus next.

"Okay, cool. That makes things easier." He smiled brightly. That meant things would be a lot easier. He could just stay where he was. This was going to be a little strange though; going to classes. At least he knew he'd be able to ace it all. He learned it so long ago. He got to his feet, watching Jeff curiously for a moment, "Lead the way."

"Oh right! Okay, well this is the Warbler room by the way. They have meetings here. Do you sing? You can audition. We sing a Capella," Jeff explained.

Nick looked around the room, smiling a little. It was kind of a nice school really. It looked a little old. Nick guessed it must've been and that made him feel a little more at home there. "Oh um, I sing a little, I guess. I've never been really showy about it though." He shrugged.

Jeff headed for the doors with Nick following. He then headed for the correct hall.

Nick followed close to Jeff to make sure he wouldn't get lost.

Jeff smiled, "Well these are the 3 classes for this grade. I don't know which one you have, but it'll say the class on your time table."

"Bye! I'll be there when you all get out," Jeff said, and waved. He really liked Nick. There was just something that draws himself to him. Strange.

Nick watched as Jeff left, just taking him in for a moment. He almost wanted to stop him, get him to stay for a little bit longer. That was weird. He'd never had the urge to do that before. Shaking his head and sighing, he turned to his classroom, rolling his eyes. It was going to be difficult to sit in these lessons and pretend to pay attention.

During Jeff's calculus class, he couldn't keep his smile off of his face. He was very excited about showing his new friend around.

He took his notes, and was out of the class before anyone else when the bell rang, and stood against the wall between the English classes.

Nick was sure this was one of the most pointless things he'd ever experienced. The teacher was telling them only the most obvious of things. He learned all of this such a long time ago, it was kind of sad to think these people didn't know about it already. Still, he couldn't stop himself smiling. Meeting Jeff had just point him in a good mood for some reason.

When the bell finally went, he quickly slipped out of the class unnoticed, smirking as he spotted the blonde, making his way over to him, "Fancy seeing you here." He chuckled.

"Hmm, didn't think I'd see you for at least another 5 minutes," Jeff joked.

"Shall we get some coffee and then head outside?" he suggested, and held out his arm to go down the hall. He was going to stop at his dorm to drop off his bag after they got coffee and then show him what each building was on the large campus.

Nick chuckled, rolling his eyes. The thought of another five minutes in that classroom was bad enough. It wasn't that it was a bad lesson. He just didn't like being taught by someone he could teach more things to than the other way around.

"Coffee sounds good." He smiled brightly, linking his arm with Jeff's. It was strange, being so close to Jeff like that. He kind of liked it. He liked being able to be this close to a human without that urge to just kill him coming out. Jeff was different to all the other humans he'd met.

Jeff headed towards the lunch area and he ordered his usual. Nick got his own. Nick sighed happily as he took in the smell of the coffee, taking a small sip.

"So I just wanted to go to my dorm and drop off my bag for now. Do you commute or stay here?" Jeff asked, and started heading towards his building.

"Oh, I stay here. Easier that way," he shrugged, following Jeff as he made his way towards his room. It was much easier to just live at the school than to find a place of his own since moving into the town. It cost him a lot less this way, too. Not that he really needed to worry too much about that.

"So which dorm are you in? Who knows, we may even share a room, considering I haven't met my roommate yet," Jeff said and slid his ID card in the door to let them both inside.

"Um…" Nick pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, flipping it open to look at the room number they'd assigned him, "I'm in…room D34…does that makes sense?" He frowned. He hadn't really figured out how they did this system. He supposed the letter might've been the hall and the letter the room. Or maybe it was the other way around. He couldn't be sure.

Jeff burst out laughing, "Well hello roomie," Jeff said and went to the stairs to the second floor.

"You are in building D room 34. Also, my room. I noticed you haven't brought your things in, because I was here yesterday and this morning," Jeff said and opened the door to their shared room.

"Wait. Seriously?" Nick grinned. At least he wasn't rooming with someone he was going to hate. There was only so much time he could spend around an annoying human before he snapped. He just knew Jeff wouldn't make him snap though. He felt calm around Jeff.

"Oh. Well, I don't really have a lot of things." He smiled sheepishly, shrugging, "Never really needed much."

Jeff put his bag on the bed he had claimed. He put his cooled down drink on the nightstand and sat down in the desk chair.

"So we have a little more than an hour. What would you like to see first? Gym? Swimming pool? Football field? Classrooms?" Jeff asked.

Nick looked around the room. It wasn't all that big, but it wasn't bad. He'd definitely stayed in worse before. It was kind of homey, really. He'd have to get a few things to make his side of the room seem more personal though.

"Um…" Nick tilted his head to the side as he thought for a moment, smirking as he looked Jeff up and down, "Why don't you show me your favourite place in the school?"

Jeff thought about it for a minute, "That's a tough one but I think I've got something."

He left his bag there but took his key to lock the door. He guided them to the fine arts building and couldn't decide whether to choose the music room or the art room.

"Well, this is where I spend most of my free time when we aren't allowed to leave campus. I mean I have my acoustic guitar up in the dorm but I prefer bass," Jeff said and went into the music room first. No one else was in there actually.

Nick didn't know why he was so interested. He wanted to get to know Jeff better. He was definitely one of the better people he'd ever met before and he'd met a lot of people in his long life. He had a slight spring in his step as he followed Jeff. This was kind of fun, really. It had been so dull until this point, now he was finally doing something interesting.

Nick looked around the music room, grinning. He stared in awe at all the instruments. There was so much to choose from, it was kind of strange for the room to be so quiet with so many instruments within reach. He brushed his fingers over a drum kit as he walked passed, "Wait, you play guitar? That's really cool."

"Yeah! I wanted to start up a band, but never really got into it enough," Jeff said, "Do you play anything?"

He wanted to play for Nick, but there were classes going on, and turning on the amp would distract people.

Nick shrugged, his eyes moving around the room, taking everything in. It's was nice, really. It was quiet. He could understand why Jeff would like this place so much, "I only play a little acoustic guitar. I never really got into it, I guess." He smiled brightly as he looked back at Jeff, "Thanks. You know, for bringing me here. It's pretty cool, really; seeing so many instruments in one place."

"Yeah, they keep adding to it every year, so it just gets bigger and bigger." Jeff said, and ran his fingers across his favorite instrument.

Jeff smiled, "Well you're welcome. We were bound to meet anyways though. I mean, I'd say we've gotten off to a great start. My freshman year here, I had the most terrible roommate. Annoying, and mean," he said.

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"Art room? I can show you some of the things I've drawn," Jeff suggested. He could have sworn he saw Nick's eyes go black, but when he looked again, it wasn't there, so he just put it off.

Nick nodded as Jeff spoke. He supposed it would've happened eventually. Even if they weren't rooming together, the school wasn't that big. He would've spotted Jeff eventually. Which was kind of a nice thought, really. He liked the idea of getting to meet someone like Jeff. He was different to most people, though Nick still couldn't quite put his finger on how.

"You draw, too?" Nick raised his eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips, "So you're one of these multi-talented people, then?" He chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, I can't get the hang of a foreign language? My French class is terrible, so I can't do everything," Jeff said, shut the door behind them and shut off the light, "I can dance though. Or at least I'd like to think I can." he chuckled a little and shook his head.

In the Art room, there was a couple people in there working on something, but they kept to themselves. He went to the portfolios and pulled out his own.

"If you take this class, the teacher is really cool. She's funny, and real carefree," he said, and opened to a picture he drew of a dog. It was just a sketch, but showed all the hair, and the shading.

"Oh really? Well, I can help you with French. I'm pretty much fluent." Nick shrugged. It wasn't a big deal. Years of being around this age meant years of being taught the language and he'd mostly learned it before he died, anyway. It was all fairly simple. "Well, dancing would be a good skill to have. I can't dance very well. I mean, I can waltz…but that's about it."

Nick looked around the art room curiously. There were all sorts of pieces lining the walls, decorating the room. It was interesting to see such different styles all brought together. He looked down at the sketch Jeff had done of the dog, his fingers brushing along the side of the page, "Wow…this is really good. It must've taken you ages."

"It did actually," Jeff said and laughed. He flipped a few more drawings and came across one of his paintings of a tornado, "I always liked this one a lot."

"I'd very much appreciate the French help. I'm like getting nowhere with it," he said, and put his folder back, and leaned against the table. He wondered how meeting this wonderful guy could have happened. Even though they only met about 2 hours ago, Jeff knew they'd be good friends. They clicked so fast. He didn't know what drew them together, but he was glad.

"Where to now? I think we have class in another twenty minutes. Do you just want to go back to the dorm for now? We can maybe get to know more about each other, considering we'll be living together for a year," Jeff suggested.

Nick smiled softly as he looked at the different drawings and paintings. They were really good. Better than he had expected, although he wasn't too sure of what he was expecting. Nick had never been much of an artist. He preferred to look at drawings and paintings rather than making them. He just never had much of a talent for it.

"French is easy. I'll have you fluent in no time." He grinned, nodding at the idea of going back to the dorm for a while. He hadn't ever really wanted to spend much time with one person before, but with Jeff, the thought of spending time with him was almost exciting. "I would love to get to know you better." He smiled brightly. It would be interesting; living with him for a year.

As they walked out of the hall, Jeff asked, "What's your favorite color?"

Jeff thought about that. Twenty questions is normally a game to play with a person you meet you wanted to date? Hmm. Oh well. Nick didn't have to take it that way. Or maybe that was just what Jeff thought the game was.

Nick chuckled. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been asked that question. Tilting his head to the side, he thought for a moment, "Green. What about you? What's yours?"

It was kind of silly, really. To be asking each other simple questions like that one, but it was a start. It wasn't something that would scare Jeff off, and he was still terrified he was going to find a way to do that. He had to be careful around Jeff.

"Blue. Always blue," Jeff said, "I think it means your turn to ask, we can just take turns."

Jeff swiped his card and went into the dorm. He went to his bag and pulled out his laptop to set it out on the desk closest to his bed. After he was done, he sat in the chair and faced Nick, giving him a smile. In fact, he couldn't really seem to get the smile off of his face. Nick just made him happy, so he couldn't hold it back.

Blue. Nick would have to remember that. He didn't know why. It just seemed like something important that he should probably remembered. Jeff liked blue things.

Nick walked into the room, looking around again, trying to get used to everything. He sat down on his bed, deciding that it at least wasn't uncomfortable. He could handle sleeping on that. "Um…" He hadn't had to ask people questions, to get to know them in a while. This was different. He didn't know what to ask, "I don't know…what's your favourite food?" He smiled softly.

"Uh, I don't really know. I love a good pizza," Jeff replied, "You?" He had remembered the last pizza he had eaten. Very much delicious.

Nick smiled softly, shrugging as he thought for a moment, "Uh…oh! Fettucini Carbonara. So good." He smiled sheepishly as he realized he probably should've said something more simple than that. Biting his lip, he looked down at the floor for a moment before looking back at Jeff, "Your turn."

Jeff blinked, "Sounds… delicious, actually." Maybe he'd ask Nick to make it for him sometime.

He thought about his next question for a second. "Tell me about your family?" he asked.

Nick was taken off guard by the question. He bit down hard on his lip as he tried to think about what he should say. "I was an only child. My uh…my Dad worked a lot. I didn't see him much. But my mom was always there for me. So she brought me up. I haven't seen them in a long time though." He shrugged, smiling faintly. They'd died years ago. He hadn't really thought of them much since. "What about yours?"

Jeff felt sad for Nick. He loved his family, so he couldn't imagine years without them. "Well, I'm the oldest of five kids, and then my mom and dad. There's me, my brother Johnny, sister Jessica, my brother Josh, and then my youngest brother Jeremy. I love them all," he said, and then unlocked his computer to get to his pictures. Jeff opened the folder with all of them and turned his computer and handed it to Nick.

"Your turn," Jeff said.

Nick looked down at the computer, smiling softly, "You look so happy." He couldn't remember the last time he'd thought about family. The last thing he wanted was to start feeling nostalgic. Family was a long time ago. He didn't even get to live passed seventeen which kind of sucked when it came to family. He had to leave them all.

"Um…" Nick reluctantly looked up from the computer to look at Jeff, "How long have you been in this town?" Nick honestly couldn't imagine living in one place for too long.

"My whole life," Jeff replied, "Family tradition to go to Dalton. I'd love to travel all over the world though. I mean, we vacation to Colorado every winter to go skiing and play hockey, but I'd love to go to Florida, or New York, or California." He took his laptop back, and closed it. It was almost time to head back to class.

"Do you want to text? We can continue this in class if you want?" he asked, and pulled out his iPhone.