AN: My first story ever posted. Please be kind. Constructive criticism and feed back is welcome and loved.
My name is Nick Mega and this is the story of my life with Jeff, and how we plotted with Kurt Hummel to take over the world. Of course on the side we plotted to get rid of Blaine and keep one Kurt Hummel for ourselves.
Have you ever arrived at a point in your life and wondered how you got there? I've been doing that a lot lately. Not that it's a bad thing, after all this point has brought me a family, friends, and most importantly, my other half.
Jeff means the world to me. He's my best friend, my confidant, my brother, and my lover. I like to think I matter as much to him as he does to me.
I still remember the first time I met him. You know sometimes I wish it was like the first meetings in fairy tales, a beautiful sunny perfect moment. But it was still perfect the way it was. After all it brought me him.
I was 13 at the time, and it was one of those freezing days when you can feel the cold deep in your bones. My parents were fighting again, though that day was the first time my mother caught my father cheating. I had left the house in order to escape and forget the words they threw at each other. Inevitably, their fighting had turned to the one cause they both agreed on, me. Apparently, my existence is the cause of all their problems. Maybe that's true, but I was telling you about Jeff. It was a cold, dark winter day. The kind were everyone looks down and avoid eye contact because you know you'll see your misery reflected back at you.
I was headed to an old park by my house when I first saw him. His blonde hair was shunning even in the darkness. That million watt smile he has even now, after all we've been through. He was on my favorite swing so I sat on the bench. I didn't really need to swing, did I? Jeff, being Jeff, completely disagreed. He, in all his glory, came up to where I had curled up on the bench and pulled me to my feet. Without so much as an introduction this strange boy had pulled me to the swings. I think his words at the time went something like this.
"Hi, I'm Jeff! You should totally swing with me! Why were you sitting on the bench by yourself? Oh well, now you can be my friend and you won't be alone!"
He saved me that day, you know. That one random childish act saved my life that day, and continues to do so even now. You see my father got drunk not long after I left the house. He obliterated my room. When I got home that night it was to find my books trashed or burned, my CD's destroyed, and everything ruined. There was paint on my wall that said, "Happy Birthday Nick." It was my 13th birthday, the happiest and worst birthday ever.
But from then on I had Jeff, the blonde bomb shell that had latched himself onto me. I thought of him like a leach at first. But he grew on me, a light in the darkness, just like that first day. We were best friends and everything seemed to make sense. Then came Dalton and the Warblers and suddenly nothing made sense anymore.