A/N: Hey guys! Ok, so sorry that I had to delete this story, but my mom decided she was going to show me some Niff fics, not knowing that I had already read a lot of them and that mine was on here, so I kinda panicked. However, I have it up again and... yeah! Here it is! Oh, and in this story, guys can get pregnant just as easily as girls. So yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 1

Warbler Practice Room

Nick's POV

God, I can't stop staring... But, I can't help it; it's not my fault Jeff Sterling is extremely hot... I blush, just at the thought. Today hadn't really been a normal Warbler practice; it was more of a casual practice. We weren't in our normal uniforms, just in regular clothes. Practice is pretty much over; we aren't really practicing anymore, just talking. Well, most of us are talking. Jeff's just off to the side dancing to the music on his iPod. He's wearing a tight, white V-neck t-shirt and really tight dark skinny jeans. I can see his muscles through the shirt. Just the sight of him like that makes my heart flutter. Trent, who's sitting next to me, elbows me in the ribs. I snap out of it, sneaking a last glance at Jeff before turning to look at Trent. "What was that for?"

"You were staring." he replies.

"I know." I ignore him and start watching Jeff again. Just as I look back at him, he does a twist/spin thing and catches my eye. He smiles at me, then presses a button on his iPod. He pulls his ear buds out and walks over. Trent nudges me, then winks as he walks away.

"What's up with him?" Jeff asks.

"You know, just Trent being Trent." I say, blushing. Jeff sits next to me, and rather closely, might I add. Not that I'm complaining.

"So what's up? You seemed to be zoning out. Or were you just staring at my sexiness?" he nudges me and winks. I blush deeper, feeling like a tomato.

Yes, your abs, your hair, your face... other places... I wish I could say that out loud, but... yeah...

"Wait, what?" Jeff asks.

"What?"

"What did you just say? Something about my sexy abs?" he asks, smirking.

"Ohmygod I just said that out loud, didn't I? Ohmygod, this is soo embarrassing! Holy crap! I'm just gonna... go... bye..." I say, turning to run away. I get into my dorm and bury my face in the sheets of my bed, when I remember that Jeff shares a room with me. I ignore that thought and just cry. I don't even have much of a reason for crying, just the fact that I'm in love with my long-time best friend who probably doesn't like me back, I pretty much just admitted that to him, and I'll have to deal with that embarrassment every day, since we share a room. I'm just lying there, sobbing, when I hear the door open. I don't bother looking up; I couldn't care less about who it is. I know it's Jeff anyways. He doesn't say anything at first, just comes over and sits on the edge of the bed. I feel a hand on my shoulder and shudder at the touch. Still somewhat crying, I lift my head to look at him. The cause of this, my insanity.

"There you are. There's that face." he says softly.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I just came to apologize." he states.

"What for?" I ask. "I'm the one who said everything, who doesn't have a filter, who can't control what comes out of my mouth."

"Well, I'm sure I didn't help in making the situation less awkward."

"That's true."

"Okay, so how about this then. We'll pretend that you never said that, and everything will be fine. Sound good?"

"Yeah… sure… Was I really that noticeable when I was watching you dance?" I ask.

"From what I could tell, you were completely out of it, not paying attention to anyone other than me." he answers. I blush at his reply.

"I guess I should learn to be less conspicuous, then." I say.

"Whatever. It wasn't that bad. It didn't bother me, if that's what you're worried about." he says. By then I'm sitting up cross-legged against my headboard, Jeff straight across from me.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why exactly, were you watching me? Fascinated by my moves? Or my body?" he asks. I laugh, somewhat uncomfortably, before answering,

"Both… God, now you probably think I'm some kind of creeper, or pervert. God, why do I screw everything up?!" With that, I drop my head into my hands and start sobbing again. Jeff comes closer to me and hugs me, letting me cry into his shoulder.

"Shh…" he whispers soothingly. "It's okay. You are not a pervert, and you haven't screwed anything up. Shh… It's okay, just let it all out." With my arms wrapped around him, I can feel his muscles. He pulls away just a little.

"Are you hungry? I can go get us some food if you'd like. It's getting close to dinner time." he offers.

"No, it's fine. I think I'm just gonna go to sleep. I crawl under the covers and stretch out, turning to face away from everything but the wall. About a minute later, I feel Jeff crawl under the covers next to me and wrap his arms around me. I turn and start to ask why he's with me and not in his own bed, but I let it go. Soon, I feel myself start to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I wake up to find Jeff nowhere in the room. I realize I'd never bothered to change into any form of pajamas last night. I quickly change into today's uniform while Jeff isn't present. I sit back onto my bed, facing the bathroom. I kinda start to zone out when, all of a sudden, there's Jeff, standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Naked.

"Hey, could you hand me my uniform? Yeah, right there in the pile." he says as I move over to a pile of clothes. I slowly walk over to him and give him his clothes.

"Thanks." he walks back into the bathroom to get changed.

Holy crap. I just saw Jeff Sterling naked!