Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes sat at BreadstiX with Kurt and Blaine on one side of the table, and Mercedes on the other.

"I know! Let's play a game," Kurt said, obviously excited. "On the count of three, name your favorite 2010 Vogue cover." Blaine nodded enthusiastically. Mercedes looked even more bored than before.

"One… Two… Three… Marion Cotillard!" They said at the same time.

"Oh my god, stop it!" Blaine laughed, as if he were being tickled. "But she's amazing!"

"…Amazing…"

Nick and Jeff hid behind Blaine, Kurt, and Mercedes in a booth at BreadstiX, sliding down in their seats so that they wouldn't see the two boys. "What are they doing?" Nick asked Jeff.

"Look for yourself," Jeff whispered back. Nick groaned.

"Jeff," he said, as if speaking to a small child. "You have the binoculars. And they're on the wrong way!" Jeff checked, and sure enough, he had the larger lenses pressed up against his face.

"You know what, give me those!" Nick snatched the binoculars from him and peered over the booth wall that connected the two tables. "Gah!" he whisper-screamed, falling back onto Jeff.

"What is it?" Jeff asked, excited. "Are they making out? Are they having sex?"

Nick groaned again. "Keep your voice down," he reprimanded. "No. I just zoomed in on Blaine's hair and thought I saw the Loch Ness monster."

"So that's where Nessie's been all of these years…" Jeff said absentmindedly.

"What?"

"Nothing! Are we ready for a serenade?" Jeff quickly changed the subject.

Nick looked at Jeff suspiciously. "…Not yet. We need to find a moment of complete and absolute gayness…"

Just then, Klaine's voices drifted over to Nick and Jeff's seat.

"Gay, gay, gay…"

"Gay! So gay!"

"Gay!"

"Oh my god, I open my mouth and a little purse falls out!"

"Gay!"

Nick and Jeff turned to look at each other. "Are you hearing what I'm hearing?" Jeff whispered.

Nick nodded. "It's time."

They crept around the booth and ran out into the kitchen, grabbing some waiter's aprons and tying them hastily around their waists. Quickly, they ran back to the table.

"Would you like to take an order?" Nick asked in his best French accent.

"Sure! Blaine, why don't you order first," Mercedes prompted, not bothering to look up. Blaine shrugged.

"Sure! I'll have a meatball marin…" He looked up, and promptly put his head in his arms.

Kurt looked alarmed. "Blaine, are you okay?" he asked concernedly, looking up at Nick. "…Oh no."

Jeff came out from behind another table, wearing a ridiculously fake moustache. "Ei, yes!" He exclaimed in a very bad German accent (Jeff may or may not have flunked out of German classes at Dalton in sophomore year…).

Nick pulled a harmonica out of his pocket and started playing. Mercedes looked up from her drink, finally interested in what was happening.

"I don't know but...
I think I may be fallin' for you
Dropping so quickly
Maybe I should keep this to myself," Jeff sang. He took his iPhone out of his apron and started playing on the piano app. Nick threw his harmonica out the window.

"Waiting 'til I.. Know you better
I am trying.. Not to tell you..
But I want to…" Nick sang, taking the iPhone. He opened up iTunes and started playing the background music that he had bought and mashed up to be perfect.

"Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way!" Nick and Jeff harmonized.

"What are they doing?" Mercedes asked curiously. Kurt shook his head.

"Just wait it out, it will be over in a few minutes."

Nick sang,

"As I'm standing here
And you hold my hand
Pull me towards you
and we start to dance," he grabbed Jeff fiercely and pulled him in close as they started to tango around the restaurant.

"All around us
I see nobody
Here in silence
It's just
you and me," Jeff belted, nose-to-nose with Nick. Jeff had choreographed and mastered the dance easily, but Nick struggled some.

Step, step, move back, dip Jeff, he dips me, Nick thought of the moves in his head. Not all dancing comes as easily to him as it does for Jeff… Nick almost missed his cue.

"Er, Sing if you're glad to be gay!
Sing if you're happy that way!" He sang loudly, trying to cover his mistake. Thankfully, nobody noticed.

"Happy that way…" Jeff echoed, lifting Nick into the air as the music cut off. Nick, in a stroke of unluck, fell four feet to the ground onto his wrist. Jeff sensed that Nick was about to cry, and picked him up, running out the door. The iPhone somehow managed to get back into his pocket.

"That was… odd." Mercedes noted. Blaine nodded in agreement.

"I wonder if Nick's okay. That was a hard fall…" Kurt said, concerned.

"He's probably fine. Knowing them, it was scripted or something." Blaine guessed. Kurt shrugged in agreement.

Jeff held Nick's other hand as he got a cast plastered on his wrist. Tearstains marked silvery rivers down Nick's face, and the look on his face indicated that he was in a lot of pain.

"There, there, Nicky." Jeff comforted his best friend. "It's okay. It'll all be over in a few minutes." Nick just squeezed his hand harder.

"It was worth it to serenade Klaine," Nick whispered tearfully.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee. Any and all prompts are welcome!