I fucking love all of you. Eight messages when I woke up for this story? More Niffs for you! Yay! Ha, so this is Jeff's first weekend at Dalton, and Nick, Blaine, Wes, and David take it upon themselves to make Jeff feel welcomed at Dalton. So what do they do? They take him to the mall, of course! And we have a guest appearance from a few of our friends from McKinley. Why are you still reading this? If you are, leave in your review, "Taco!"

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Panic! at the Disco again.)

Third Person

"What do I wear?" Nick questioned Jeff as he walked out of the bathroom and throwing himself onto Nick's bed.

"Anything- wait, why do you car what you wear?" Jeff asked and stared at Nick.

"If I'm going out in public, I'd want my clothes to distract people while you act like a moron." Jeff pouted and got up, walking back into the bathroom and slamming the door. "Jeff, unless you want to see me strip down to basically nothing, I suggest you stay in there." Nick heard a slight squeak as he removed his shirt and winced as he bent over slightly, ignoring the noise.

"Nick? Why do you have bruises all over?" Jeff had walked behind Nick and put his hands on his shoulders. Nick yelped slightly, seeing as Jeff's hands were freezing.

"I-it's nothing Jeff." Nick shrugged Jeff's hands off his shoulders and quickly looked around his dresser for a shirt, swearing as he knocked more out.

"It's obviously something! You don't just get bruises like that, Nick!" he was yelling at the shorter boy.

"You want to know the truth, Jeff? Do you honestly want to know something that's personal?" Nick shook his head pulling on a green shirt.

"Yes, I do. You're the closet thing I have to a best friend, and I want to know who would do this to someone as innocent as you." As Nick turned around, Jeff noticed the pained look on his face and the tears threatening to fall over.

"My dad, that's who would it. He didn't exactly ask for me to be gay. Ever since my brother went to war, he wasn't the same." Jeff had walked over and put his arm around his shoulder.

"You don't have to tell me. I was just angry." Jeff whispered.

"No, I know I'd have to tell anyways." He took a deep breath and continued. "It started when my brother went to war when I was fourteen. My dad had tried to hit me before, but Gary had stopped him. All of the anger from the years previous spilled over. He cracked. It didn't help only two months after Gary had gone to fight, he went missing. They couldn't find him after an extremely long battle. Not to mention that I came out that I was gay right before Gary left. He told me to, that he'd protect me if my dad tried to do something. He did, but it was only for a few weeks. My mom left after Gary went missing, and my other brother, Michael, and my sister, Michele, didn't want anything to do with me. I was stuck with my dad. None of my relatives would help. Then the living crap was beat out of me last year, and my dad sent me here. The nicest thing he's ever done for me. Some of us all have the same story here, Jeff. Blaine does, I know that. That's why he's one of my closest friends. We have almost the exact same story." Nick didn't cry. He didn't show any hatred in his words. But he did have an ashamed expression on his face, like it was his fault.

"Is that why you don't like people that act like dominant males?" Jeff asked, and Nick laughed, but his smile didn't reach his eyes and the laughter had no humor in it.

"No, I just don't want to be used." Again, he added in his head. But even though he was a jackass, Jeff wasn't the person to do that. "Let's go. Wes, David, and Blaine are waiting by the doors."

Jeff followed behind as Nick led him through the complex hallways. When they caught up with the other three, Nick became the social butterfly again. Every so often, Jeff would pull the tennis ball out of his pocket and bounce it against the wall or the floor and shove it back in.

It was storming and they would see a flash of lightning or hear a clap of thunder as they got into their cars. Blaine rode with Wes and David and Jeff rode with Nick.

Nick turned the CD player on and started driving, the next song echoing in the car.

"No way." Jeff said as the song started playing.

"You know it? Nick asked, and, as Jeff nodded, turned it up and started singing along.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Jeff started singing along as Nick started yelling the words.

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

Jeff laughed as Nick stopped singing at the top of lungs. Nick laughed along before asking, "What's harlequin?" he looked at Jeff seriously.

"It's a song about sex. Guess, Nick. Take a wild guess." Nick pulled on a thinking face before smiling.

"Condoms?" he laughed as Jeff buried his head in his hands.

"Actually, harlequin means a comic character. Not very fit for a song about sex." Nick smiled again as Jeff said this. "What?"

"Le sexy times." He said, smiling even wider. Jeff blushed as Nick laughed. "I know Spanish!"

"That's French. Very broken French. Actually, you only got le right." Nick raised his eyebrow as he heard how easily Jeff picked up on his mistake. Jeff noticed and said, "I took French last year."

"French is the language of love. I wish I knew it." He wrinkled his nose as they pulled into the mall parking lot. "I do know how to say one thing, though."

"What is that, Mr. Duval?" Nick smiled even wider as he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned Jeff.

"Je t'aime." I love you, Jeff translated in his head and his heart beat faster as he fell out of Nick car. "Walk much?" he joked but helped Jeff up.

They walked into the mall and found Blaine, Wes, and David in a mattress store. Blaine was rolling around on one.

"Jeff! Nick! Look! This mattress is so comfortable. It's like rolling on a freaking cloud!" they heard laughing from behind them as Blaine continued rolling.

"Does he always act like that?" Jeff turned around quickly to see a boy about his age with a red letterman jacket with yellow print. "How you been, Jeff?"

"Why are you here?" Jeff said breathlessly.

"You forgot where you really belong? At McKinley, is where you belong. You should come back so we could continue our torment together." Nick looked at Jeff.

"What is he talking about, Jeff?" Nick asked.

"He didn't tell you that before he turned gay he used to be a bully, as you would put it? That's a shame, Sterling. You were a good one, too. See you around, homo." The boy turned around and left the store.

When Jeff looked, Nick, Blaine, Wes, and David were standing way from him looking at him with disbelieving looks.

"I can't believe I trusted you." Nick whispered and ran out.

"Nick!" he yelled, but Nick was lost in a mob of people. Wes and David went after him after giving him disgusted looks.

"You know what he's gone through, Jeff. You should have told him in the beginning. His whole life he's had to deal with bullies. Get your own ride back to Dalton." Blaine snapped at him before following the other boys.

Jeff pulled out his phone and dialed a number he hadn't dialed in over a year.

After three rings someone answered.

"Hello?" the voice was loud as it interrupted the ringing in his ears.

"Kurt? Please don't hang up. I need your help." He whispered into the phone and the line was silent for a few moments.

"What now, Jeff? I thought after you left I'd be done with you." The voice snapped at him, but Jeff didn't wince.

"Try to put on the an outfit that is close to the uniform Dalton wears and come pick me up at the mattress store in the mall. I know someone that could help you too."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." Kurt voice said as the phone went dead. Jeff just hoped Kurt would show up.

Next chapter will have some parts from Never Been Kissed. Review?