Warning: Angst and slight gay-bashing.

Jeff knew when he got home, he would have to face his parents. While the performance had been thrilling, he was terrified of facing his parents, especially after the looks they gave him when they finished their part. He knew they weren't exactly thrilled about this, but a part of him hoped they'd accept him.

They had to.

When he got home his parents were waiting for him in the kitchen. They had already paid their babysitter for watching over his siblings for the evening and his two sisters were in their beds. His little brother, Michael, wasn't sleeping yet, but he was playing on his XBox in his room.

He dropped his bag next to the staircase, still wearing his Born This Way shirt under an unzipped hoodie, and walked into the kitchen, where he knew they'd be.

They were standing in the kitchen, their arms crossed over their chests, staring at Jeff. He didn't say a thing, because he didn't know what to say, so things were silent for a while.

"Well, Jeffrey, aren't you going to apologize?" His mother said.

Jeff cringed at the use of his full name. "Apologize for what?"

"For embarrassing us up there. Is this supposed to be some kind of a joke?" His father asked. Jeff felt as if he'd been slapped.

"What? N-no! We got an assignment to embrace our flaws, which is just what I did." Jeff said.

"Oh, good, so you admit it's a flaw and you're going to try to get rid of it." His father said, as a statement instead of a question.

"Do you even know what 'embrace' means? It means to accept something willingly." Jeff said. "Mom, dad, I'm bi! Oh, and also, I'm dating a guy." Jeff said, slightly full of attitude.

His parents were shocked.

"Oh, dear god, Jeff. What are you doing? No, this… this is wrong." His mother said, sounding sympathetic. Jeff felt as if a hand was holding his heart in a tight clutch.

"Oh, my Jeff." She said. She walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. "We can work on this. We can help you."

Jeff released himself from his mother's grip, who looked shocked at his actions. "No, mom, this isn't something that needs to be worked on. This is who I am. I don't want to change. I don't need to change, because it's not wrong."

"Is that what they teach you at that school? See, Mary, I told you we shouldn't have sent him there. Being around all of these guys has confused him." His dad said.

"No!" Jeff cried. "That had no impact on me! It's who I've always been, okay?"

"Jeff, sweety," his mom said affectionately. "You need to change because it's wrong. Being gay is a sin."

"But I'm not gay. I'm bi. As in I like both genders." Jeff replied. He felt as if his throat was getting tighter.

"So just like girls." His dad replied.

"It's not so simple, dad. Right now I'm dating a guy. I'm very much in love and he makes me happy. Why can't you be happy for me?" Jeff asked. His dad looked at the floor and seemed to consider it. His mother wasn't so thrilled.

"Jeff, look at me. Bisexuality doesn't exist. It's just a term used by either attention whores or people who won't admit they're gay, because it makes them feel like it's less wrong." She said. "What will our family think? What will our friends think? Or society? What-what will God think?"

"Don't pull that crap, Mary, you haven't gone to church in six years." His dad shot back at his mother. The clutch holding his heart seemed to let go a little.

"That won't change anything, it's still wrong." She said coldly. She raised her head and her eyebrows shot up. "Michael, go to bed!"

Jeff turned around to face his little brother, who's face was frozen in shock.

"What's going on?" He asked. When he noticed Jeff's shirt, he made a little 'oh' sound.

"Michael, go to bed." His father commanded. Mike nodded, but only moved out of sight, wanting to hear the fight.

"Mom, listen to me. Being gay isn't wrong." Jeff said, his voice a little weaker than he wished.

"Yes it is! These people are spewing filth all over this place, they're ruining this country!" His mother yelled, making Jeff flinch. She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "It was that Anderson kid that did this to you, wasn't it? He glamorized this lifestyle for you, didn't he?"

"Don't drag Blaine into this!" Jeff yelled back. His two little sisters had woken up due to the noise and were sitting next to their brother on the steps of the stairway. "He has nothing to do with this!"

"Jeff, I'm giving you two options. Either you let us help you, you accept our offer to help you overcome these feelings by going to a special place where they treat this. You get over this silly phase and behave like a normal man, by dating girls. Either that, or you will continue down this horrid path, keep on being selfish and date this boy, despite knowing everyone knows it's disgusting and wrong. If you do that, I don't want you anywhere near this family or this house. I will not be the mother of a faggot." His mother said. Jeff opened his mouth in shock, not knowing what to do. He looked back and forth from his dad, who was staring at the ground, not doing anything, to his mother, who looked sternly at Jeff.

"Well?" She asked.

Jeff felt his eyes get watery but he tried blinking back the tears and shook his head slightly. "I guess you're not my mom anymore."

His father looked shocked, but his mother put her chin high up in the air. "Very well. Get out. Now."

Jeff stormed out of his house, trying hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. It broke his heart how he had to force himself to keep on walking when his six year old sister asked him where he was going. It broke his heart to think how he might not see her often anymore. It broke his heart to see his little brother, who was usually always so strong, cry. He rushed to his car, fished out his keys from his pocket, started the engine and drove off. It wasn't until he had been driving for fifteen minutes when he realized he didn't know where to go.

He looked around himself and saw a half-empty parking lot next to a series of stores, including a carpet store and a pet store. He searched for his phone and held it in his hand. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red but there were no tears. He told himself in his head he had to be strong. He couldn't cry. He took a deep breath before dialing a familiar number.

"Hey, what's up?" Nick asked. He sounded slightly nervous since he knew after the show, Jeff and his parents had a talk.

"Hey, um, can I come over?" Jeff asked, his voice slightly raspy and shaky.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. What happened?" Nick asked. His voice had lowered and it sounded more nervous than before.

Jeff was silent for a while. His mouth was open and he knew exactly what to say, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. "Um…" he managed to spit out. "They said they, uh," he sniffled. "They don't want me in their house as long as I refuse to drive away these disgusting urges."

"Oh-oh my god. Are…" Nick was about to ask him if he was alright but stopped himself. Of course he wasn't. "Of course you can come over. It's no big deal."

"Thanks." Jeff replied in a small voice.

"I love you, alright?" Nick added.

"I love you too." Jeff replied and ended the call. He took another look in the mirror, only to see his eyes were still just as red. He trailed the bottom eyelid with his fingers softly and sighed. He then turned on the car engine once more and drove to Nick's house.

Since Nick lived in Lima, it took him some time to drive there. He tried turning on the radio, but that didn't work. He got annoyed at cheerful or party songs, love songs were boring, and sad, slow songs made him feel like crying.

When he finally reached Nick's house, he saw that Nick was waiting for him, standing in his kitchen and looking out the window. When he spotted Jeff's car, he ran outside, stopping on his doorsteps. When Jeff stepped out of the car and took a few steps, Nick ran to him, their bodies colliding. They didn't say anything for a while but they just held on each other. They let go after a few seconds and walked into the house, still not muttering a word.

They walked to Nick's bedroom, Nick shutting the door behind him. Jeff sat down on his bed, staring at his thumbs. Nick sat down next to him and slipped his arm around his waist. He gently placed his other hand on Jeff's forearm. They stayed like that in silence for a few minutes before Nick piped up.

"What exactly happened?" He asked softly.

"They told me I was embarrassing them by being proud of my sexuality. They told me since I was bi I should just pick a girl to date. They even started rambling about Gay Camp." Jeff said. His voice was shaky, but there were still no tears.

"I'm so sorry." Nick whispered.

"But do you know what was the worst part? It wasn't the look on my parent's face after the performance, it wasn't when they told me my love for you was disgusting, it wasn't even when they told me I disappointed them and that I should leave if I wanted to be selfish. It was the fact that I had to ignore my siblings. I had to leave them there and maybe I won't be able to see them for a long time." Jeff said. "It's just…" his voice broke. "I just love them so much."

He used his free hand to rub his forehead, the tears finally spilling over. Nick pulled him in an embrace, letting Jeff sob into his shoulder while he rubbed his back soothingly, whispering to him it would be alright and that he was amazing.

Jeff seemed to calm down after a while. The sobs stopped, but there were still tears.

"Nick?" Jeff asked, his voice small, shaky and weak, and it broke Nick's heart hearing him like this.

"Yeah?"

"Do you… do you ever think that maybe what they're saying is true? That maybe it isn't… right." Jeff said, whispering out the last word.

"Yeah, I have. But believe me, it's them who are wrong." Nick replied. He cupped one of Jeff's cheek and pulled him into a soft kiss. "Did that feel wrong?"

"No, it didn't. Kissing you feels right, but… but maybe it isn't." Jeff said, leaning slightly away from Nick. "I-I mean, they've been saying it for ages. Only just now people are starting to say it isn't wrong, but there are still ton of people who believe it is wrong and just maybe… just maybe they're the right ones."

"There was homosexuality back in those days. Didn't you pay attention in History a few years back when we were learning about Greece? And a lot of things they said in the past have been proved wrong." Nick replied. Jeff was starting to scare him. If he honestly begun believing those things, he wouldn't date a boy for too long.

"I'm just saying…" Jeff said, staring at his thumbs. "Maybe my parents are right. Maybe it's just a rebellious phase I'm going through. Maybe it is wrong. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

"Jeff…" Nick said weakly, grabbing his hands. Jeff sniffled and pulled his hands out of Nick's grip.

"I'm sorry. I love you, Nick, I do, but I have to do this. I have to do this for my parents, I have to try." He stood up, his eyes redder than before and watery, tears close to spilling over. Nick stood up as well, tears streaming down his cheeks. He walked over to Jeff, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Please, please don't do this." Nick pleaded. "Please… I love you so much, Jeff, I love you. Don't." Jeff didn't do anything but shake his head slightly back and forth, his eyes shut in attempt to hold back the tears. Nick stood on his tip-toes and kissed Jeff. Jeff kissed him back, but when Nick tried to get a second kiss, he pushed Nick away.

"No, Nick. I-I'm sorry, I can't. I just can't." He opened his eyes and looked at Nick. The hurt look in Nick's eyes killed him. "I should go."

"Jeff, no, please." Nick begged. Jeff swallowed hard and turned around. He opened the door and left. Nick covered his mouth with one of his hands, his body shaking, tears streaming down his face. He walked over to his bed shakily and sat down next to it. He heard Jeff start his car. Only when he heard his car drive off he let out a sob, unable to stop the ones that followed.

Shit, it broke my heart writing this. This was even worse than writing Shattered (a oneshot I did) or the Nightmare chapter. Oh and I just want to put this out there: If you're gay, bi, questioning, trans of whatever, it's not wrong. You're beautiful.