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Moving on with the Niff fluff thingy :D

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They stood in the middle of their dorm room for quite a while, until, finally, Jeff leaned back and looked into Nick's hazel eyes. The brunet, on the other hand, had his gaze locked on the blond's lips and felt tempted to lean in again. It would have been so easy.. However, he managed to pull himself together.

"You will never believe what Wes.." he blurted out.

"Man, it was horrible. Kurt.." Jeff began simultaneously.

Stopping abruptly, the boys looked at each other, chuckling. They hadn't talked across each other like that in a long time, it seemed. Nick rubbed the back of his neck and stepped slightly out of their embrace.

"You first," he smiled and put his bag down.

"Okay, as I said. Horrible! Either Kurt was taking up the bathroom, and I nearly had a heart attack, like twice, when he came out with green stuff all over his face.. Or he was with Blaine. All. The. Freaking. Time. Even when our dear Mr. Perry wasn't physically here.. Dude, they were always on the phone or something.." His mouth was twisted in disgust, but Nick took no pity on him. He had had his own fair share of craziness over the last days. Instead, he smirked at the blond and perked up his brows. "Jealous?"

Jeff snorted, but he was clearly blushing. Nick decided not to mention it, though. "Tsk! As if.." the blond mumbled, turning away as he felt heat creeping up his face, and sat down on his bed. This was not where he wanted this conversation to go at all, so he tried to divert the attention away from himself. "You were saying? About Wes?" To be honest, Jeff was actually curious. He'd been suspicious about Nick and the council member and, not being sure how to handle this the right way, he decided that knowing the truth would be best.

"Yeah, well. I don't know how Kurt, or Christina for that matter, can handle it, but Wes on his own is quite the freak show." He laughed. "I mean, he takes his gavel to bed with him! He even talks to "her", like it's a real person or something. Oh, sorry. Like she's a real person." The brunet shook his head. "They should just marry and get it over with." Jeff had his mouth hanging open, brows furrowed in disbelief. They all knew that Wes loved to gavel the hell out each Warbler meeting, but wow. That was a bit too much love for his taste.

"Anything else you wanna tell me about your time with Wesley?" the blond eventually asked. Why was he so nervous? Nick had mentioned the girlfriend, but.. His train of thought was interrupted by Nick sitting down beside him.

"No, not really. I just don't know if I can ever look him in the eyes again." He laughed again and slid back to lean against the wall. "I think I might have to ditch Warbler practice for a while.."

Jeff looked over his shoulder at his friend. "And that would not happen to have anything to do with that dance you don't want to learn, right?" he said with a wink. Nick just looked at him blankly, putting on the most innocent expression he managed without laughing. "Jeffrey, I have no idea what you are talking about," he replied in an offended tone, putting his hand over his heart. Jeff rolled his eyes and stood up, moving to his desk. "But seriously, I don't wanna learn that stupid thing," the brunet admitted smilingly.

"It's not stupid and also not that hard to learn, Nick," the blond said, searching for his French homework. Eventually, he looked at his friend again. Nick had been watching him, not sure whether Jeff was being serious or not. Much too his relief, the blond flashed him a smile. "I can teach you, my ataxic friend... As soon as I'm done with this." He waved his hand over a blank sheet of paper on which his French essay wouldn't write itself. Too bad, really.

"Fine," Nick answered, shrugging in defeat. How could he ever decline that offer? He went to unpack his bag and retreated to doing his own homework as well. Later, after quite the while at their desks, the brunet threw his pencil through the room. "Math is a bitch!" he exclaimed, leaning back in his chair, and stretched his arms. Jeff shot his an amused look. "Lunch break?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

In the dining hall, Thad was already lunching together with David and Trent when the boys arrived. Jeff got himself some sort of fish Nick couldn't identify, whereas he himself went with full-on beef and potatoes when it was his turn to pile food onto his plate. Lunch at Dalton was really not that bad, when you think about it. At least not on the weekends.

They sat down next to each other at the table that was occupied by their fellow Warblers. Silently, Jeff grabbed the salt and handed it over to his best friend, who in return gave him a lemon wedge for his fish that, of course, the blond had forgotten to bring. Nick smiled to himself, unaware that his every move was being watched narrowly. Thad was still talking, but David and Trent had checked out of that conversation a while ago. They shared a few knowing looks, amused by Nick and Jeff's married couple routine.

"David? David!" Thad had realized that he was being ignored here. He followed the other boy's gaze and rolled his eyes at the sight of Captain Obvious and Captain Oblivious.

Sensing the stares directed at him, Nick looked up from his meal, immediately regretting it. "What?" he half-snapped.

Thad turned around again, trying to restart the previous conversation. "As I was saying, we should let the others vote during next Warbler practice. Where is Wes?" Nick grunted at the mention of that name. To him, the third of the council members could hang, really From the side, Jeff glanced at him in amusement. Well, that will definitely haunt him for a while..

While Nick was preoccupied, the blond managed to snatch a few roast potatoes from his plate. But naturally, Nick noticed and nudged his friend with his elbow. "Hey, stick to your own load of health over there!"

"Can't help it. Too delicious.." With that, Jeff winked and stole another chip.

Not wanting to cat fight in front of their friends, Nick sighed and simply moved one seat away from his best friend, sticking out his tongue. Very mature, you idiot.. Well, at least it's not a food fight.. He was getting off track. We hadn't had one of those for months., Nick was actually glad about that. He hated it when he had to wash mayonnaise out of his hair.

It was nothing unusual for them to start a fight over a fry or something equally trivial. Nick and Jeff were always kidding around, stealing each other's stuff or even scuffling from time to time. Never in bad spirit, though. The brunet blushed at the thought of him and Jeff being that close together.. How close they'd been over the years, sometimes even in the pool, half-naked and all.. Also, Jeff had straddled the brunet more than once in their time as roommates while they were fighting for the remote control or something.. That's awkward, in retrospect..

"Nick?"

Trent's whisper brought the brunet back to reality. He was the closest to Nick at the table now. "Huh?" he replied, eyes slowly wandering to his fellow Warbler.

"You, er, were kind of staring..," Trent said in a very low voice. "At.." He nodded with his head at Jeff, who was eating his fish again and animatedly talking to David about.. Nick listened for a couple of seconds.. the dance, of course. He twisted his mouth.

"Thanks, Trent," he mumbled in a sarcastic tone. "I was just thinking."

"I could see that," the other hissed. "You were practically drooling over you know whose body.. And yes, your eyes were not on his face, so don't deny it, Nick!" The brunet's jaw had dropped. Was he that obvious?

"Keep it down, will ya? The others will hear you..," he said, his eyes pleading, but he had already lost.

"Who will hear what?" And naturally, it was Jeff who had overheard that part and was now leaning over the seat between himself and his friend. Gre-e-eat. "Nothing," Nick said and stood up. "I'm done," he stated and walked away from the table. Jeff looked after him questioningly and then at Trent who just shrugged and continued with his own lunch.

The blond got up as well and went after his best friend, waving his goodbys at the other Warblers. At their door, he finally caught up with Nick who was having problems with his key. "What was that about?" The brunet didn't answer, but in a frustrated manner shook the door knob with too much force. "Here, let me," Jeff said lowly and gently pushed his hands away to open the door himself.

"Ugh, just Trent being Trent, that's all. Don't worry about it."

Jeff looked at his friend blankly. Usually, they shared everything. Well, he didn't share his crazy future visions with Nick, but that was a special case scenario. He decided to leave it at this, though, and, once inside, pulled off his Dalton pullover being way too hot from the running earlier. "Wanna.. blow off some steam?" he asked with a smirk and wiggled his hips.

For a second, Nick's mind went into a complete different direction from what his friend was suggesting. All he could think about was two hot bodies moving together, pressed against each other, sweating and panting. Well, maybe that was not that far from what Jeff had in mind, namely to practice dancing. Nick laughed anxiously, feeling that his pants were tightening a bit, and quickly sat down at his desk.

"You know what they say.. Gotta wait a couple of hours after you eat before you can do sports and that kind of stuff," Nick argued, avoiding the blond's eyes. Jeff simply shrugged. "Beats me. I need to finish this French thing anyway." He lay down on his bed with his notes on his lap and soon started to write again. Every now and then, Nick glanced over and watched strains of blond hair fall into Jeff's face, his pen on the paper, in his mouth, his chest moving up and down and up and... Man, Trent's right. I'm staring way too much. That's.. probably unhealthy.

The brunet turned away completely and focused so hard on the rest of his math homework that he missed when Jeff eventually stood up and put his things aside. The blond moved slowly around their room, gathering a bright red t-shirt and a pair of ill-fitted gray sweatpants. Once in their bathroom, he changed and briefly stopped in front of the mirror to examine his reflection. He brushed his bangs to the side and put on his glasses. What a dork, he thought to himself. Not that Nick would notice him anyway. Not that Jeff cared if he did.

Right.

The blond Warbler was still confused about his feelings for his best friend. Why did he feel different about him all of a sudden? It was so annoying and inappropriate that he again decided to shove them away and repress them in the back of his mind.. to sort themselves out on their own. No feelings, no problem. But, oh, was he wrong. So wrong..

As he stepped through the bathroom door, Nick was still at his desk, his head resting on his calculator.

"Jeffie, I'm bored."

"Can I bring you to get out of your clothes?" the blond asked and put a hand on Nick's shoulder. Oops, bad phrasing. Freudian thingy again? "Come on, get your sports stuff, Nicky. Some diversion will be good for you." Smooth save, Jeff. Smooth...

Nick grunted into the wooden table top, but got up anyway. He scuffled across the room towards his closet, fishing out a navy t-shirt and black shorts. He didn't bother to go to the bathroom, but undid his shirt right there. Jeff was standing there, paralyzed with fear as he let his eyes wander across Nick's muscular back. No, no, no, no, no. Look away. Look. Away. Needless to say, he didn't. Don't think of Nick that way, don't. Just don't. Jeff, get it together, ma-... Ohmygod, how can a back be this hot?

Shut it!

And then, the brunet's bare skin was covered again. Jeff let out a sigh of relief, although he nearly choked on it when Nick dropped his pants and put the shorts on. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut and turned away slightly. There go all my resolutions into nothingness.

Nick clapped his hands once, rubbing them together. "Okay, let's go! I'm ready. Got the music?" The blond opened his eyes again to see his best friend standing a lot closer than before. "Jeff?"

"Yeah, sure," he grinned as he snatched his iPod from his desk and put it into their speaker system. They moved everything as far out of their way as possible, creating their own little dancing space. Jeff started stretching while the brunet boy simply watched. He was not much of an athlete anyhow, so why pretend? Jeff held his hands high above his head, stretching his back apparently, and looked at the ceiling. His shirt was lifted and revealed his well-defined abs to a prying Nick. Delici- oh, come on! Seriously? The brunet forced himself to divert his mind and reluctantly started stretching himself.

Jeff had been right. The steps weren't that difficult after all, although Nick knew, of course, why he hadn't been able to learn them in the first place. Stupid hormones. Feeling super off-key dancing next to his talented friend, Nick figured he might as well watch Jeff for one repetition of the song and bask in the blond's beauty.

"Okay," Jeff uttered breathlessly after his solo round, but with a big smile on his face, "Now you. Alone." Nick sighed. He was finished, but the blond wouldn't let that pass. He heaved himself from his bed and as the song started again he began to dance on his own. At first, he had his eyes on his feet, then on his best friend, but by the end, he looked nowhere at all. He tripped only once and was pretty damn proud of himself before he fell back into his chair.

"Wow, I'm impressed. And that took only.. one and a half hours for you to learn. I'm pumped about this!" Jeff seemed to be utterly excited and way too pumped for Nick's taste. He just wanted to take a shower and go to bed even though it was only, like, four or so in the afternoon.

"Yeah, great. I'll go showerenbed," he babbled as he made his way to the bathroom, tiredly waving his hands about.

The blond took off his glasses, smiling at his adorable tired friend. He grabbed a spare towel from his closet and wiped some sweat off of his forehead. Gross.

Not long after, Nick stepped out of the shower, feeling much better. He looked at his clothes. They were all sweaty and disgusting, but he had forgotten to bring a new set to the bathroom. So he put his towel on and warily got back into their room again.

The door creaked and when he looked up, there was Nick, pretty much naked except for a loose sitting towel around the hips. Jeff suppressed a gasp. The wet dark hair sprawled across Nick's forehead, dripping water down his bare neck, shoulders, chest... The blond's eyes were following one single drop that made its way from the brunet's collarbone down to his toned stomach, eventually vanishing into the towel. But not before freaking him out as he caught himself staring at Nick's perfect V-shaped pelvis that led to... Gosh. This is getting ridiculous. He looked again, but the brunet was facing his closet now, getting a change of clothes.

"Can I go?" Jeff asked, finally pressing the off switch on his hormones as well as his iPod speakers.

"Sure."

The blond was not too drained to forget spare clothes on his way to the shower and Jeff was happy when he got to lean against the bathroom door. He needed some alone time to think about what was happening. To him. So, he thought that Nick was hot. Whatever.. That happens, right? Jeff got into the shower and under the warm water. He thought again. Probably not that often.. So maybe, it's a phase. A my-best-friend-is-hot-phase? That's just awkward.

He turned his head up into the stream, letting the water wash over his face thoroughly. Okay, it's stupid to argue with yourself, Jeff. Be honest!

Are you..?

And, more importantly, do you..?

To be continued.

Did you guys see yesterdays episode? Blaine giving advice on how to gel your hair was pretty damn hilarious :D Love you all! :)

Mistakes corrected on sight, as usual. See you around! xo