I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. *Hides from angry readers* I've been mega ill recently and stressed with school work. I've also had killer writers block. Here's just a little chapter to tide you over until next week. I promise I'll update again soon, or you can hunt me down.

Usual disclaimers apply, blah, blah, blah.

Warning! A little fluffy. Eating disorders mentioned.

Nick sat in a stunned silence for a while, shocked that someone could hurt someone like Jeff for no reason other than him being gay. "You are worth so much more that Jeff. I know we're not going to enjoy our time here, but how about we make the most of it." He held his hand out to the other boy, who grasped it as if it were a life line. Maybe it was.

After having an afternoon of silence from the basement, Sebastian and Blaine went down to check on their latest arrivals. They were shocked to find the two young boys cuddled together, sound asleep on one of the couches. They saw the way the boys clung to each other and knew it would be hard to separate them. They quietly made their way back up to the kitchen, where Trent, Hunter, Kurt and Thad were waiting.

"Where are they?" Trent asked.

"Sleeping." Blaine replied. "They're clinging to each other as if their lives depend on it. And they both look like they could use the sleep. We didn't have the heart to wake them."

"Ok, just let them sleep. It might be easier to talk with them if they're well rested. Keep some food back, they have to eat." Trent smiled.

Jeff woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of Nicks whimpers. They were still awkwardly cuddling on the couch. Jeff carefully untangled his long limbs, before gently trying to wake Nick. "Nick, Nicky, wake up." He whispered over and over again until Nick awoke.

"Wh-what?" Nick stuttered. "Did I oversleep? Am I late for school?"

"No, Nick. You kept whimpering. I thought you were having a bad dream." Jeff whispered.

"I get night terrors. I never remember them once I've woken. And god I'm hungry. Do you think we'd be in trouble for going into the kitchen at..." Nick broke off, glancing up at the clock. "Three-thirty in the morning.

"Considering that we slept through dinner, I can't see there being a severe punishment. I only want some water, though." Jeff said.

"Jeffy, you have to eat. I'll see if there's some yoghurt, you only have to have a little. I just want to see you eat. Three mouthfuls, for me?" Nick pleaded.

"Just for you, Nicky." Jeff whispered.

Hand in hand they walked up to the kitchen. Jeff pulled himself up onto the counter and poured some water and started to gulp it back, while Nick looked in the fridge. He found a pot of natural yoghurt and some fruit. He put some yoghurt into two bowls, only a small amount for Jeff, and topped his own with the fruit. He handed Jeff his yoghurt with a spoon. The blonde cautiously dipped his spoon into the yoghurt before dripping it slowly into his mouth. The taste made him remember a happier time. When he was a child, when he was loved. He knew yoghurt was healthy and low-calorie, so what harm could one small bowl do?

Jeff was just washing the dishes and putting them away when a half-asleep Trent appeared in the doorway. "Oh, it's you two. Normally people would be in trouble for being out of their rooms at night, but as you both slept through dinner, I'm not gonna do anything." He walked over to Nick, who was sat at the table and crouched by him. "Did Jeff eat?" He whispered.

"Yeah, we both had yoghurt. He didn't have much, but it was something. I had fruit with mine." Nick replied.

"Good, good. Don't be too long before you return to your rooms, boys." Trent smiled, knowing that if they opened up to each other, they could greatly help each other.