Disclaimer: If Glee was mine, Niff would be canon, Tartie would be back on, and we'd see a lot more of the Warblers.
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Jeff toyed with his phone nervously. Should I text him or...? With an exasperated sigh, Jeff collapsed onto the bed, bringing his hands up to his head and running them through his hair. "I have to do this," he whispered to nobody in particular. The blonde picked up his phone, rapidly tapping away on the keyboard before tossing it back onto the sheets.
There. It was done. There was no turning back now.
A thousand miles away in a store on the East Coast, Blaine Anderson was working when he heard his phone ring. Checking around for customers, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. 1 New Message, the screen read. Opening it, Blaine saw a familiar blonde head, accompanied by a brunette, pop up on the contact list. Jeff, he thought, smiling at the memory of the younger Warbler. Blaine knew that he and nick had gone off to California together (thank god they'd been accepted to the same school, otherwise...) but they'd sort of lost touch over the years.
Jeff: Hey Blaine, you free? I need someone to talk to.
Blaine frowned. The two had always been close, but he couldn't help but be surprised that the blonde was coming to him. After all, Jeff had Nick, the two were nearly inseparable. Blaine only hoped that nothing was wrong.
Jeff sat staring at his phone, willing it to buzz, and nearly falling out of his bed when it did so. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he saw Blaine's reply.
Blaine: Of course.
Jeff typed back a quick reply, before heading off to dance class, feeling much lighter than before.
Jeff: I've got dance class first tho, so can I call ya after?
Blaine: Sounds good. I'm still at work anyways.
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Jeff took a small detour on his way home from dance practice. He didn't want to go back to his and Nick's shared dorm just yet- there was something he had to do first. Away from Nick. There'd been a lot of things on his mind, things that he couldn't talk to Nick about, at least not at that moment. The blonde found his way to a park downtown; he went there often when the weather was nice- it was often filled with people and he enjoyed disappearing into a crowd.
He went to his usual bench, under the big oak in the middle of all the commotion. Letting his bag fall off his shoulder, Jeff pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until his eyes fell upon the name he was searching for. He hit 'call' and waited patiently as the line started to ring.
Blaine had been called in to work that afternoon and was walking home after an absolutely horrid guitar lesson when he felt his phone vibrate in the front pocket of his jeans. He pulled the cell out to see that Jeff was calling him, as promised. He pressed a button and held his phone up to his ear, "How's my man?" He asked, smiling, as he waited for Jeff to speak. Obviously he had a lot on his mind if he was unwilling to speak with Nick.
Jeff couldn't help but chuckle at his friend, no matter what mood he'd been in, it turned around at the sound of Blaine's voice. "Blaine Warbler! I'm good, nothing great. How are you and Kurt doing?" Jeff didn't know exactly how he was going to start this. Even though he knew he shouldn't be, he was a bit scared, Blaine was the only one he thought he could go to in a time like this. As he waited for Blaine's response, Jeff started to plan out what he wanted to say to his friend.
Blaine still got giddy when people asked him about him and Kurt. He smiled to himself, "we're great…but very busy." Jeff smiled as he heard Blaine's voice hitch when he talked about Kurt; he couldn't help but find it completely adorable, "But enough about me. What'd you want to talk about?" One thing was for sure about Blaine Anderson, he got right to the point-fast. He was merely concerned and when Blaine got concerned he developed what the warblers used to refer to as a "mama duck complex". He just had to try and take care of everyone. "I mean, if you're ready to talk about it."
Jeff looked around; making sure no one he knew was nearby. "I just don't know anymore Blaine, I honestly don't." Jeff reached up and brushed his bangs out of his face. "He just keeps throwing the idea of getting a girlfriend at me, but doesn't even listen when I tell him I don't want one. With the stress of school, the extra dance classes I'm taking and him breathing down my neck all the time…I don't know what to do." Jeff was starting to let his anger and stress get the better of him. He didn't even realize he was practically yelling at Blaine until the final line left his lips. "I like him, not some random girl he wants me to call," he added in a soft undertone.
The other end was quiet for a few moments. In his apartment, Blaine had stopped walking halfway up the stairs when Jeff started to ramble and raise his voice slightly. The kid was stressed! Blaine leaned against the wall and nodded even though Jeff couldn't physically see him. Blaine was about to reply when Jeff's words really sunk in. Him. Him. Him.
Jeff listened closely to the silence. Did that little hobbit hang up on me? He thought indignantly. Checking the phone, he saw that the minutes were still ticking by, and when he brought it back up to his ear, Blaine finally began to spoke.
"Please don't get upset for me asking but…who's the guy? And wait. You like guys?"
Well that was a lot easier than I thought, Jeff mused. "Well erm it's uhmm…it's Nick. Our Nick" he waited a couple seconds before realizing there was more to Blaine's question. "Yeah, I like guys, well…at least Nick."
Blaine jogged up the remaining stairs to his apartment as he listened to Jeff speak. "Hey man, you're attracted to who you're attracted to. Love is love! But trust me; liking your best friend can be amazing but totally complicated." Blaine cradled the cell between his ear and shoulder as he unlocked the door and walked inside the apartment he shared with Kurt. "So he doesn't know? Are you going to tell him?"
"No, he thinks I'm straight, that's why he keeps trying to set me up on dates." Jeff couldn't handle sitting still any longer, so he grabbed his bag and headed back across the park. His eyes fell to the pavement as he walked, not wanting to meet the eyes of others in the park. "I really want to tell him, but I don't know how he'd take it. I don't want to lose my best friend Blaine. Please, what should I do?"
Blaine frowned upon hearing the nervousness in Jeff's voice. The blonde was clearly panicking, and he wished that he could comfort him better.
Jeff slowed his pace as he reached the edge of the park and turned heading towards the dorms. For once he was actually terrified of facing Nick. Maybe getting it off his chest would help ease his stress. "I guess that's really all I can do huh?" he pondered quietly. The more Jeff thought about it, the harder it sounded. "I'll text him and tell him I need to talk to him, tonight." The closer he got to the dorm, the worse he was felt. He stuffed his hand into the pocket of his hoodie, willing it to stop shaking.
"Yeah. That sounds like a good plan. You just have to be honest with him and yourself." If Jeff had been in the room with him, Blaine would've been hugging him to death. "I think that everything'll work out for you. You know what they say, if it is meant to be, it will be."
"Hopefully it will all go ok." Jeff echoed, pulling open the door to the dorm building. As he started up the stairs to his room, he played with the keychain Nick had gotten him a while back. "I really wish you weren't all the way on the other side of the county, it would make it a lot easier," he laughed, wishing that Blaine and Kurt weren't a million miles away.
"I know," Blaine agreed, "but you'll be here soon, and when you are, we're gonna party it up."
Tucking the phone between his cheek and shoulder, Jeff unlocked the door, finding the room empty. ""Either way I'll let you know." He promised, letting his bag fall from his shoulder and hit the floor with a thump.
Blaine was silent for a moment. "It might be a lot for him to take in at first. I'm wishing you luck and sending you lots of positive vibes. You're one of my best friends, and if you need anything else- even if it's just to talk- don't hesitate to call."
Jeff nodded, forgetting that Blaine couldn't see him. "Wish me luck."
