AN: So this has been edited around my 8th chapter. Although originally Niff, most, if not all, of the Warblers and New Directions will have their part in this story. Everybody from Rachel to her dads, Tina to Trent, everybody. Everyone will interact with the Dalton student's in some shaper or form. Yeah even Tina will have something on here, even though she can't get like any solos... Kurt will not say "Oh my Gaga", Rachel won't be rambling , Brittany won't be all stupid and about Dolphins, or Mercedes and her "White boy" comments. Haven't WE ALL have a little too much of that? This fic is all of my teenage boy humor, romance, angst, fluff and stuff. Cause I mean, how many guys write fan fic? You have permission to hit me... Besides, I love all of you guys! Or gals... you're basically all the girls I die to go to school with. These first few chapters are all about Niff though, and it gets more and more fluid around chapter nine.

He laid on his dorm bed, with clothes haphazardly strewn across the floor of the dorm. Holding a joint in one hand and a lighter in another he lit it, watching the end burn. Blowing rings of smoke he laid there for a good five minutes.

This is life at Dalton... for him. Weed, his best friend and the occasional misadventure of Warblers. Jeff enjoyed it. Dalton's homework was easy enough and not as hard as some might think private school would have it. Blaine shared his avid love for living life relaxed. This was life for him; no need, no wants, no worries.

That's how Jeff got by. He didn't look to far into things. People over analyze things too much today. Yes. Analyze. Anal...lies.

Anal lies. Haha. Anal lies.

"Fuck I'm high," Jeff said, coughing into his pillow as he dropped the butt of the finished joint on his ashtray. He dropped his head back onto his pillow only to be disturbed by the knocking against his dorm room door.

The tall blonde jumped quickly out is bed, opened a window, and applied eye drops. Jeff had done this before, it was almost a natural function to him, as habitual as blinking.

"Jeff! Jeff! Fuck fuck fuck..." came from behind the door. Jeff laughed as he had become aware of Blaine's worrying rants throughout their friendship. But there was always a small part of him that thought Blaine did really come bearing bad news.

"Yeah hobbit?" Jeff grinned, opening the door wide open for Blaine to walk in.

"Holy shit, it reeks of bud!" exclaimed the equally high Warbler.

Blaine stormed into the dorm, sitting on Jeff's bed before going on another rant. Jeff smiled, and not because he was high. Well maybe, but there was a part of him that loved calming Blaine down.

"You know how um," Blaine scratched he back of his head nervously. "You know how um, that bed is empty?" he asked, pointing to bed Jeff had his back to.

"Aw, did you wet your bed again Blaine?" teased Jeff. Jumping up next to Blaine, he wrapped his left arm around his friend's back.

"What? No! Shut up!" said Blaine, blushing. "There's a new kid and he's rooming with you."

Well fuck.

Jeff grinned the largest smile he'd had in days before resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"I'm sorry baby hobbit. I'm so blazed right now. What did you say?" asked Jeff, truly unable to comprehend what he had just heard.

Blaine looked at him with an almost pitiful look before taking out a sheet of paper that was neatly folded from his blazer. He opened it and under the name of "Duval, Nick" was a list of classes including his dorm room number and roommate. Which clearly printed in an menacing blue color read; "Sterling, Jeff". Jeff immediately felt the blood rush from his face, experiencing a moment of slight coolness and quickly replaced by his ears that had probably started getting red.

"This is your new roommate," Blaine whispered, already comprehending Jeff's anxiety. "Wes didn't know where you were so he asked me..."

How could have this happened? Jeff was there. He was there when his parents had talked with the school psychiatrist. They agreed being roomed alone would benefit Jeff in his transition. What the fuck had caused this? There must have been a mistake. There had to be. Breathe Jeff, breathe.

Blaine grabbed Jeff's hand by instinct, he had already been through this before. He hated these moments, but it was all he could do to try to calm Jeff.

"Jeff? Are you okay?" asked Blaine, already standing up to help the unresponsive blonde. "Look, we can go talk to the secretary and ask for an appointment. Maybe they made a mistake,"

"I don't think they did," Jeff mumbled. He let go of Blaine's hand, it didn't feel right. He gave a weak smile. For some reason he knew they did this on purpose, he vaguely remembered the meetings and something about progress...progress. Another analytical word.

"I'm sorry if I'm intruding, is this room D36?"

Thanks for reading! Uh, this story each and every chapter becomes more and more just... yes. If you want a fic to rely on that won't end, this is your best bet. I honestly get better each chapter so, yes. Again, non-Nifflers, bear with me for the first few chapters. OR OR OR you can get into Niff. GOD THEY'RE SO EFFEN CUTE! 'Kay I'll stop fangirling or fanboying in my case. My tumblr is in my profile, I love you guys! We need to make a private school dedicated to Gleeks and like a Niff club...