A/N: So, as promised, here is part two. I'm amazed out of my mind the love this has been getting. I thank each and every one of you. *hugs* Since this was so loved, I was a little intimidated while writing this. I really don't want to let you guys down. Please review so I know how I'm doing? Thank you so much.

Disclaimer - I still don't own glee (not even Sugar's dad could buy it for me!) I do own my brain and this laptop I'm typing on though!

REVISION NOTE: Yes, this has already been posted, but seriously if you don't read it again you will be confused in later chapters. Sorry for making you read it over, but it will help, I promise.

Chapter 2:

"Hey Nicky!" called Jeff as he ran up beside his best friend, "How was class?"

"Okay, I guess. How was yours?"

It had already been three weeks since they had first arrived at Dalton, and Nick was right. This place was amazing. Yes, the class work was more challenging than at most school, but Nick always got it done with good marks. Jeff, on the other hand, had a tutor in nearly every subject, though in most the tutor was his best friend. The thing was, even though this was school, it rarely felt like it. It was more like a home now, but that was mainly because they lived there. Though the overall environment of the place made Nick think more of home than his own abode ever did.

Nick and Jeff were inseparable, literally. They were also good friends with their friend Blaine, whom they met on their first day. They weren't as close with him though, because Blaine could be very reserved. He liked his quiet, which was something the pair failed miserably at being especially when they were together. They also were good friends with a boy named Trent; he was the sassy boy down the hall from them. Nick liked him, but agreed with Jeff that he was a little bit too gay to function.

Today was a very important day for all our favorite freshmen. Today was the day of their first ever meeting with the Warbler council. It wasn't going to take long, since it was only going to be a short chat with the three prestigious upper classmen but if they were liked, the four boys would be allowed to audition.

"The same as always," replied Jeff, "will you help me with my World Cultures project after the meeting? Please?"

"Sure Jeffie!" Nick assured, "What do you have to do?"

"I have to write a three page essay on how Johannes Gutenberg's printing press thingy changed civilization. It has to be cited and Mrs. Matisky is submitting it to turn-it-in." groaned the blond.

For those who are unfamiliar to turnitin (.) com, consider yourself very lucky. Basically, it's a website that tells the teacher exactly what percent of your paper has been plagiarized. To Jeff, it was a death sentence. Not that he intentionally cheated or anything, he just sucked at rewording things.

Nick chuckled, finding the website not all that bad. "It's okay Jeffster. Gutenberg is like the easiest person to write about! I could find a movie or something, if you want, that way you may even enjoy it!"

Jeff shook his head, questioning his friend's sanity, though he did think that it was cute how much Nick cared about his silly paper.

"Hey there, you guys ready?" asked Blaine from where he and Trent were waiting for them outside the Warbler Hall, in which their interview would be held.

Blaine was really, really nervous. His brother had been the lead for the Warblers all four of the years he had attend Dalton, and Blaine strived to do the same. He always wanted to make Cooper proud. His big brother meant everything to him, so Blaine felt that the least he could do was to try to be like him.

"Heck yes!" Jeff said with a grin, "Let's do this!"

The four freshman walked in, surprised to see the three older boys already sitting behind a large oak desk. It seemed as if they had been there all day.

"Hello boys, my name is Wesley Montgomery. This is David Thompson and Thad Harwood, my fellow Warbler council members."

"Nice to meet you!" Jeff replied giddily, "I'm Jeffrey Sterling, but please call me Jeff. This is my best friend Nick Duval. And they're Blaine Anderson and Trent Nixon." He added, pointing to each boy in turn.

"Nice to meet you all." David began, "Today we really only need to talk to you for a few minutes. We only need you newbies to learn about what being a Warbler really means, and understand the commit you would be making if you decide to audition."

"First, you must all understand that as freshman, or as any age really, you won't be getting a lot of solos. They are only for the very exceptional singers, much like Cooper Anderson was." Thad continued, smiling, as Blaine blushed deep red. "Also, being a Warbler is a time commitment. We practice every day, and we also have many performances, all of which are mandatory."

"Yes," agreed Wes, "And finally, Warbler's are role models. We may not be perfect, but it's out job to look it. We help the kids who are lost, and we tutor the kids who need it. A Warbler gets good grades, even if that means finding a tutor for himself. The reward for all this is that the Warblers are rock stars. Simply, completely, famously the rocks tars of Dalton."

"So, if you like what you've just heard, come back next week at 3:30 for an audition. If you've got talent, and we like you, you're in." finished David, "Good luck!"

"Thank you!" Blaine replied, following his friends out the door.

"Do you guys think you're going to audition?" asked Jeff, who was being uncharacteristically quiet.

"Well duh! Why wouldn't we?" replied Trent.

Jeff shrugged.

Blaine was also rather quiet. To be honest, he was terrified. Those three guys knew Cooper. He was a legend, so how could little Blainers measure up?

"Well, I'm off to go find some sheet music!" Trent sang, nearly skipping off in the direction of the library.

"I'm going to go study," mumbled Blaine, leaving to go hide in his own room.

Jeff and Nick stayed muted their whole way up to their dorm. Once inside, Nick finally spoke up. "Why so quiet Jeffie?"

The blond shrugged, "What if they won't let me be a Warbler because of my grades?"

Nick's heart panged at the look on his best friends face. It made Jeff look so venerable, so powerless, and, oddly enough, so completely adorable. "Then I'll help you bring them up! Though, I don't see the problem. They really aren't as bad as you think they are." He replied, moving over to hug him warmly.

"Really?"
"Of course!" smiled Nick, "Now come on, we have an essay to write!"

Jeff groaned, not only because of the essay (which would totally be a pain in the ass), but also because Nick pulled away from the hug. Why couldn't he just tell Nicky that he had deeper feelings for him? Oh yeah, Nick was straight. Ugh! Why did he have to fall for his first real friend he has had in years? Jeff shook his head, cursing himself, as Nick placed his laptop on his lap, playing a short clip about Gutenberg's press. Because of course the brunet was so amazing that he was helping the blond with an easy essay, even though he had tons of his own homework.

That night as Jeff lay awake, watching his friend in the other bed, he dreamed that one day Nick would be in his arms. He dreamed that those flawless lips would be on his, and that hair would be his to mess up. Nick was perfect, but Jeff just couldn't have him.

Meanwhile, Nick was having one of his usual reoccurring dreams. It was the one where he and Jeff were blissfully happy on some sailboat in some ocean on a perfect day. The blond was shirtless, his tanned abs looking hot as ever, and Nick was driving the boat. Once they slowed to a stop, Jeff would lean around to face the shorter boy, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Sadly, when Nick awoke, all he saw was Jeff fast asleep. Probably dreaming about some girl, or maybe another guy. Anyone but Nick, because he was too much a coward to come out of the closet and tell his best friend the truth. Because Nick was too scared to be loved, again. He was too scared of ever loosing Jeff, the way he had lost his mom.

A/N: Review please?

Fun Fact: I would have had this up sooner, but I have an essay due tomorrow on Gutenberg! Yay! Also, is real, it's annoying, and my paper is being turned in there. So, a bit real life in a fic.

xoxo ~ Bea

The audition day is approaching, though not everyone is excited. What happens when a new boy gets transferred, and also auditions? What will our favorite boys sing for the Warbler council? Find out next Wednesday!