A/N: Okay, so sorry for taking forever to write this! I hope you like! R&R please? Thanks!

Disclaimer: (I REMEMBERED!) I do not own Jeff, Nick, Dalton, or any other characters, schools, show choirs, etc..

So basically, if you recognize it, I don't own it.

Warnings: Fluff!, Angst, Abuse, Hateful/Homophobic slurs, Language, and stuff.

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Enjoy my creation.. Muahahahaha! *Claps and grins evilly*

*clears throat* Anyway, you know what to do, and if you don't, then I can't help you, so go ask Brittany.

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*Jeff's POV*

Shit.

I can't believe I forgot about my father.

The one I hate, or loathe, no, the one I-

despise.

I despise him more than anything else in this horrid world. More than James and his stupid little 'gang'.

And now, I'm packing to go home with him for three. fucking. weeks.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I mean, I'm used to the pain, but I've been so happy lately. Well, on the outside, but still. Now, I have to go right back to where I started.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Nick offered to drive me home so that's why I'm in the passenger seat of his car turning into my driveway.

Nick turned towards me with a questioning gaze.

"What?" I ask.

"Are you going to be okay? I mean, I know things aren't good with your dad, so you can come over with me for break, I mean I'd have to ask my parents, but they should-"

"Nick" I cut him off, "I'll be fine. I'll stay out of the house as much as I can and when I am home I'll be in my room."

"I know, I'm just worried that he might, I don't know, maybe he'll-"

This time I cut him off by attaching my lips to his. Our lips moved in sync until the need for air became too much.

"I love you" I said.

His eyes widened, before replying,

"I-I love you too" he said with a adorable smile playing on his lips and a blush reddening his cheeks.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you in a couple weeks. Bye Nick" I left before he could say anything more. Though, that seemed to be rather difficult for him as it took the slamming of my door to pull him out of his thoughts. But by then, I was by my front door and waving before walking inside, hearing his engine turn on and his car take off down the street.

The smile quickly left my face as I realized I was home alone.

Well, at least HE isn't home. Yet.

I ran up to my room and sat on my bed. I pulled my knees up to my chest and tried to calm myself down before I had another panic attack.

I quickly left, grabbing my keys and wallet, and walked.

I walked for hours. Just around my neighborhood, before going back home.

I didn't even realize the black Honda was in the driveway.

*Nick's POV*

My whole drive home was filled with worry for Jeff. I didn't know his father, and wasn't sure I ever wanted to. I love Jeff, but honestly the idea of meeting someone as vile and ignorant as him scared the hell out of me.

I was yanked out of my thoughts as I pulled into my driveway.

I couldn't help but smile when I thought of my family. Sure, they weren't perfect. My parents are divorced, but that didn't stop them from loving me and my sister exactly the same. They still accepted me as I am when I came out two years ago. I never thought how lucky I was to have such an amazing family.

Although, I don't necessarily have a great past, but that's another story, and it doesn't have to do with my family. I should probably tell Jeff my story soon, seeing as how he told me about his, but mine doesn't even compare to the hell he's been through. But, I should still tell him, the only one that knows is Blaine. Yeah, I'll tell him. Not today, but soon.

I pushed those thoughgts away as I got out of my car.

I walked up to the door and unlocked it before stepping inside, smelling the scent of roasted chicken and macaroni and cheese floating through the house.

I was suddenly greeted by a giggling eight year old by the name of Grace.

"Hi Gracey!" I said, which resulted in as much of a bear hug as an eight year old can give, and a loud,

"Nicky!", ending in a cute squeal.

All the noise alerted my mother who came out from the kitchen in her apron.

"Nicky!" she yelled "Honey, I've missed you!" she held open her arms.

I crashed into her arms, returning her greeting.

We chatted for a while, before sitting down for a family dinner.

*Jeff's POV*

I walked into my house and didn't even have time to close the door before I was pushed which resulting in me crashing into a glass table.

I was dizzy before I realized what was going on and tensed up. No, we cannot do this. Not right now. Can I really have no peace?

A kick to my ribs. Another. And another.

Okay, I'm sure I heard a crack right there.

Jesus- God, that FUCKING hurt.

Head slammed into the ground. A whimper escaped my tembling lips.

A harsh whisper in my ear.

"Welcome to hell, fag."

A loud, bellowing laugh erupted from his drunken lungs.

"You should be glad I sent you off the that preppy little school, 'cause I've been so pissed off at you. First, you kill my wife, then I lose my only son to fairies, and now my boss fucking fired me." How is that even my fault? I don't get it.

A dark chuckle escaped his throat.

"I guess it was better that you weren't here, but now, won't we have a fun time? Merry Christmas."

I was still trying to cover up my sobs before a beer bottle collided with the side of my head sending me into a dark oblivion.

I woke up a few hours later to dark spots clouding my vision and the loud snores of my father from where he passed out in the dining room invading my senses.

I felt myself slipping into the pain-induced dreamland, but not before reaching into my pocket and dialing the number 2 before sending the call.

*Nick's POV*

I was sitting, enjoying dinner. I really was having a blast.

"And then Mrs. Trumpton said that my flower was pretty-" Grace rambled on about her second grade art class.

"That's wonderful Gracey, can I see the picture after dinner?" I asked, with a smile on my face.

"Okay!" she said, excitedly.

Then, my mom turned to me. "So honey, what about you? How's school?"

I put down my fork and smiled. "Its wonderful mom, and you know, I might have a boyfriend" I said grinning proudly.

I heard a squeal from my mother before, "Details. Nick. Now."

"Oh my god" I groaned "You sound like a gossiping teenage girl."

My mom just laughed, but added " Come on, Nicky you know you want to.." She said winking.

I sighed happily before starting. "Well, his name is Jeff, he's a junior like me, just transferred this year..." I continued to ramble about Jeff, my mother listening with a smile, my sister playing with her macaroni.

I kept talking about my boyfriend for a good five minutes before my phone rang. I shot my mom an apologetic glance before pulling my phone out of my pocket.

"Speak of the devil" I said, grinning.

I answered the phone with a breathless, "Hey babe, I was just talking about you"

I heard a couple short-labored breaths on the other side of the line. My emotion suddenly changed from bubbly to concern.

"Jeff? Babe? What's wrong?" My mom looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, Grace just glancing up at me.

The reply sent me on my feet, grabbing my keys and rushing out to my car, ignoring my mother's shouts and Grace's confused pleas.

"N-Nick. Help."

Before the line went dead.

OHMYGOD.

That was like, short, but for some reason, took me FOREVER to write! Sorry about that!

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