I'M SO SO SORRY! I'M A BAD PERSON! I haven't updated in ages!
Diclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the characters.
WARNING! Homophobic references. Self harm references.
Nick held Jeff in his arms for the rest of the lesson. Jeff cried the whole time.
"M-my mom and dad never missed the chance to insult me." He sobbed quietly. "They always call me fag. And in public they claim that they have no son."
Nick felt his heart break a little. "No one should have to suffer like that, Jeff. I got lucky, my parents are accepting. I'm so sorry about what you have to live with."
"According to them I'm fat. I'm going to hell. I'm one of the worst sinners they've come across. They've sent me to 3 different so-called straight camps. All religious ones. None of them worked. Obviously. The most recent one gave me this." He flipped his hair back off of his face, showing a long scar across his forehead.
"How the-?" Nick asked, so shocked.
"They'd seen my record, and after the first week, they decided that every day I didn't turn straight, I was going to get punished by injury. I was there for 3 weeks after that, and they gave me this on the last night. They told everyone that I'd fallen and hit my head on the corner of the desk after soul cleansing." Jeff murmured sadly. "12 stitches. And 8 weeks to heal."
Nick frowned and ran his fingers over the scar. "You poor thing." He murmured, starting to wipe the tears off of Jeff's face.
"Don't." Jeff hissed suddenly, jerking away from Nicks touch. "I don't need your sympathy." He pulled his shirt and blazer back on and refastened his tie. He splashed cool water on his face, until he'd regained composure. "I suppose I'd better show you to your next class. Just don't talk to me."