Diclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the characters.
WARNING! This chapter has a lot of self harm, attempted suicide, anorexia and bulimia references. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Jeff took his seat in their first lesson, health class. It was right at the back, by the door, and the only spare seat in the class was right next to him, so that seat now belonged to Nick. In the dim lighting of the classroom he pushed his black framed glasses onto his nose. Then he saw the words projected onto the board. Self Mutilation. He paled a little. Then the teacher started talking, and various images flashed onto the board. "Self mutilation can come in many ways; the most common being cutting and burning yourself..." Jeff didn't hear any more, and he'd seen enough of the images that resembled various parts of his own body, with a quiet sob, he grabbed his stuff and ran from the classroom. Nick looked up, confused, as did the rest of the class, none of them had ever seen any emotion come from the blonde before, and it was kind of scary seeing it for the first time. The teacher quickly called attention back to the lesson, and Nick took that opportunity to quietly gather his things and slip from the room. He saw a streak of blonde hair go into the bathroom at the end of the hall, and he just hoped it was Jeff. He made his way down the hall at a more sedate pace, and what he saw when he pushed open the door shocked him.
Jeff had taken his shirt, tie and blazer off, exposing his far too skinny frame. He had a blade in his hand and he was franticly pulling it over his arms and chest, so much blood covering his body.
"Jeff." Nick gasped, causing the blonde to jump and drop the blade. "Why?"
"You wouldn't understand." Jeff mumbled, picking the blade up out of the sink, where it had fallen, and started running it down over his arms again.
"Just try me." Nick said softly, walking over to Jeff and gently taking the blade from his grip.
"I-it's a long story." He whispered, self-conscious of his overly skinny body.
"We have all lesson." Nick said calmly, and he got some damp tissue and gently started to clean the blood off of Jeff's torso, the blonde flinched at the touch, and remained quiet until all his cuts had been cleaned. "Please talk to me about this." Nick requested once he'd finished.
"W-well, I'm g-gay. And at my old school I was badly bullied. My friends were the worst. And I couldn't get away from it at home. My parents are really homophobic, like thinks all gays should get killed bad. I found my escape in self-harm and smoking. I got the streak in my hair as a sign of rebellion, to show them that they didn't own me. I-I barely eat anymore, and the little I do, I make sure it comes back up, I'm forever getting told that I'm fat. I just want to please people. People don't like me here because I look like a rebellious kid, they think I'm dangerous. But I'm not to them, only to myself." Jeff's walls broke down, leaving a scared, broken, vulnerable child in place of the normally strong willed teen.