I hope you guys don't hate me! Zucchini does, apparently. (In case you missed it Zucchini hates it when I call her that and she is a friend of mine from school) So yeah, if you do that's okay. I'll make it up somehow. (But I like the fact that I can make people happy and sad and mad… Dear gosh, I'm turning into RM!) Should I do the disclaimer thing? I should… Well anyway I am not Ryan Murphy because I were I'd be a lot older, and a dude, and the Warblers would have their own TV show. So I own nothing, but my plot I guess? Which I realized was like West Side Story minus the people dying. And I can go on forever. So here's the story! This is a very short chapter. The next one will be longer I promise!

Jeff sat in Study Hall, his pencil tapping the hard wood of his desk. His teeth lightly chewed on his bottom lip. A blond girl beside him shot him a glare and he stopped his pencil mid tap. He rolled his eyes and began to bob his leg. He couldn't get Glee club out of his head. He wanted to make Nick as happy as he was in the Choir Room. The blond girl tapped his nose, making him look down, while cross eyed. Jeff gently removed her finger from her nose.

"Excuse me, but could you stop, I'm planning my cat, Lord Tubbington's wedding."

Jeff nodded, "Sorry." He looked at the girl closely, "Oh, sorry Brittney, I didn't realize it was you."

Brittney nodded, "it's okay, I thought you were a surfer. I was going to ask you to teach me how to surf. " Her comment made him run a hand through his hair; it was an unusual shade of bright blond. People always asked him if he were from California.

Jeff noticed Brittney turn away to look at her notebook. A picture of a cat, wearing a leather jacket, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and a bowtie around his neck, was drawn on one of the pages, in crayon. Underneath it said. Lord Tubbington Weding, Idas, 4 the perf. Weding. (AN: Lord Tubbington's Wedding Ideas, for the perfect wedding.) He chuckled softly and looked back to his own notebook. He had nothing written on it. What he wanted to do is create the perfect night for Nick. Something he'll never forget. He needed an idea, just a small one, and he could turn it into something big. He looked around the room, Amanda, no, Kailey, no way, Alyssa, nope. He then realized he had to option. He sighed and turned to Brittney.

"Brittney, you're good with boys' right?"

Brittney nodded, "Yes."

Jeff nodded, "So say you're going to create the perfect night for one of them, what would you do?"

Brittney thought for a moment, "Oh that's easy! I do it with Santana all the time! First we watch a movie, and cuddle on the couch because she smells nice and she says I have soft skin. Then we'd eat a dinner she made, because I don't know how to. Then we'd eat, um…" Her nose wrinkled as if she were trying to remember, "Then we'd sing a song together."

Jeff looked at her in amazement. He fought the urge to hug her, "Thanks Brittney, I have an idea."

She smiled and nodded proudly." No problem. But could you still teach me how to surf." Jeff smiled widely.

"Of course, Brittney."

Nick felt anger boil up in him, Pure, white hot anger. He looked up watery eyes, Thad and they stared at each other. Time slowed.

"You bastard."

Thad gasped and backed away. Now knowing how angry Nick was. Nick never cursed, at all. "N-Nick I'm sorry! I shouldn't have of-"

"Shut up! I don't want to ever see you again." Nick turned around trying to control his temper. He tried to push it away, 'Think of Jeff, rainbows, kittens running around a field of yarn!' he thought bit his lip hard. Thad grabbed his arm.

"But why are you angry? You're gay too." Nick pulled his arm free and span around. He had to tilt his head back to meet their eyes. Thad was a lot taller than him, but shorter than Jeff.

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I go around kissing any gay guy at this school!" Nick looked away, "I'm angry because you're selfish, you don't like Jeff just because I like him, and he likes me! That's awful."

Nick took a shaky breath and walked away. Thad stood leaned against a desk looking around angrily.

As soon as Nick walked out of the classroom he began to run. He ran past Kurt and Wes and Mr. Schue and didn't stop until he was in his sophomore class. He sat down behind Santana and set his head on the desk. The class was easy, so he'd just do the homework. He took out Chap Stick and began to apply it. He wanted to rid the taste of Thad from them. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget the feeling.

Again I'm sorry this is so short! I probably won't have the next chapter for a couple of days. I have it planned and it's probably going to be one of my longest chapters.