Title: And I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Don't Know When
Author: Chipmunki
Rating: T
Summary: Harry is tired. He still loves Jeff and Jeff still loves him. But sometimes relationships just do not work out. Sometimes one of them does not work hard enough to make it and the other has to let go. Jeff/Harry
Warnings: Homophobia, SLASH, slight spoilers to things you probably know.
Jeff stared at the clock. He had meant to be out of Dalton twenty minutes ago but the council had been arguing over Blaine's controversial clothing choices for sectionals for the last hour and they were still going strong. He wanted to leave, he wanted to ask the council to be excused but they would want to know why. He could not tell them why.
He wanted too.
But if he did... it might get back to his father.
Jeff gripped the couch material beneath his hands. He could feel Nick looking at him with concern, the dark brown of his best friend's eyes as they watched his intent gaze at the clock, his tense frame, his grasp on his seat. Nick was his best friend, but he was a gossiper. Jeff had not even told him.
He silently urged Thad to shut the hell up as he imagined Harry waiting for him outside the gates, waiting for him then giving up and going home and going out with that hot guy from the music store who kept on staring at Harry whenever they went in. They would hug and kiss and hold hands!
Jesus! Jeff should be the one holding hands with Harry! Right now!
But his dad was the type who looked disgusted when something about prop 8 came on the TV. He had hit Jeff's sister when he found out she had become friends with a lesbian and demanded she never talk to her again. He had refused both Jeff and his siblings contact with their mother when he found out her sister was a lesbian and she divorced him when he wanted to cut off contact.
His dad, in short, was a dick.
But his mom was dirt poor and his dad was a CEO of a large company. Jeff had no way to get in contact with her and he had no desire to end up on the streets or covered with bruises. So he lied and he hid and he hoped Harry would understand and be patient.
Thad finally ended his tirade with one of his truly inspired suck-up-to-Blaine-brown-nosing comments and Blaine left the meeting with his pockets one solo heavier, but with his costume ideas denied. Wes ended the meeting with a bang of his gavel that was like the gun shot at the beginning of a horse race. Jeff sped out of the meeting, living the other Warblers behind, Nick included.
He sprinted to the gates, only bothering to pull off his blazer and tie and chuck them into his room. His white shirt and black slacks would have to do, Harry had been waiting for over an hour and a half, but he would still be there. He had to be. He always was. No matter if Jeff cancelled or made them sneak out of the cinema because some of his friends came in or refused to hold hands in public in case somebody saw Harry was always there.
He made it there in a few minutes and craned his head to try and find Harry's red car. But he could not see the Spitfire anywhere. Jeff felt chills race up his spine, a cloud of disappointment swirl around him, yet a sense of a precognition coming true.
Harry was not here...
Harry was gone.
second chapter. these things come out so quickly when i don't try to make thehapters massive. i'm going to do them all kinda short, because it gives me a break from the 2000-4000 or over words that are my other stories. hopefully you'll all still enjoy the story as much.
these ones can be shorter because it's purely just between Harry and Jeff at the moment. once the rest of the problems and the other character come in they may be longer. :) who knows! :)
my lonliness is killing me, i can confess, i still believe (still believe) without i lose my mind, give me a sigh, review me baby one more time! :)
(becuase i don't want anyone to hit me, but reviews are welcome with open arms!)