They were laying Nick on top, Jeff on the bottom, in the middle of Warbler hall. How did this come to be you might ask? Well it all started with a song.
Watching Nick had become almost something of a past time for Jeff. Whenever Wes and his gavel, David agreeing with him, and Blaine singing solos grew dull, he would just turn to look at his best friend. Nick was the most single interesting, sexy, amazing person in the world as far as Jeff was convinced.
Nick was having trouble keeping his feeling from showing. He was infatuated with his best friend Jeff, and the harder he tried to hide his feelings the stronger and more obvious they seemed to become. He was near his breaking point. Soon his emotions would have to be let out.
"Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" asked Thad. "Seriously?"
"It's a classic." said David, as though everyone should know that. Thad just raised his eyebrows higher. The Warblers spent only about an hour and a half practicing before it was perfect. They knew each other's moves and styles so well, it didn't take long for them to become perfectly synchronized.
"Well I think that's as good as we can get." said Wes happily. He walked over to the desk and banged his gavel. "Practice adjourned." David rolled his eyes at his best friend, before gathering his things and walking out. Slowly the room emptied, but Jeff and Nick both straggled behind.
Nick: Oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.
Jeff: I can't do it
Nick: How am I supposed to tell him I'm in love with him?
Jeff: What will he think if I suddenly make a move?
The last Warbler walked out, leaving Nick and Jeff alone, staring at each other. It didn't even take words. The looks in their eyes said it all. Suddenly the gap between them closed, and their bodies were flush against each other. The kiss wasn't short or sweet the way first ones are meant to be. Instead it was long, heavy, and full of passion. Jeff's tongue swiped, experimentally from his mouth. Nick gladly opened his, giving Jeff free range. It was all teeth, tongue and want. No need. These emotions had been building up for years. Now they were backing up against a wall, knocking over a small table on the way there. They tripped, and landed sprawled on the floor. They didn't even seem to notice, as their lips continued to collide sloppily, over and over.
"How long are they going to go at it?" wondered Wes out loud.
"Well let's see. We have, what? About three years of repressed emotions? I don't think we'll be seeing these two for a while." smiled Blaine. He turned and began to walk away. "Remember how long it was when you and David finally realized you were in love?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." muttered Wes. He took one last look at Nick and Jeff, who were now rolling around quite a bit on the floor, before turning to leave.