Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I completely own Nick and Jeff (although I'm pretty much creating their personalities myself since we haven't gotten to know them too well on the show).
A/n: So this chapter is way far in the future (post-Dalton), but I thought it was cute. There are a few chapters that I'm planning on setting in this general time frame because there are so many good ways I can use it! Also, I still need about 22 words, so if you have any more ideas please pass them on!
Dog
Nick walked into the apartment he shared with his boyfriend, exhausted after a long day at work. He'd spent the whole day working on a single opinion for one of the senior attorneys at his firm, and he was really sick of looking at all of that information over and over again. He sat down on the couch, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
"You look tired." Nick smiled at the sound of Jeff's voice as the blonde man plopped down on the couch with a twump. "Guess what I got today?" Nick raised an eyebrow, turning to look at his boyfriend.
"Do I even really want to know what you got?" Nick sat up as he heard a pronounced whimpering, wondering what the sound might be. "Jeff, what is that?'
"What I got today…" Jeff began. Nick watched as the other man got up from the couch and hurried towards their bathroom. "I know you wanted to wait until after the holidays, but I was at the pound and I couldn't resist… he was going to be put down tomorrow if someone didn't take him, and he's already housebroken and everything." Nick couldn't help but sigh, shaking his head and smiling as Jeff led a small, rather fat beagle out into the living area. The poor thing looked as though it hadn't been loved for a long, long time. "I couldn't leave him…"
Nick got down on the floor as Jeff approached with the dog, smiling and reaching out for the dog to come to him. "He's such a sad looking thing…" Nick began. "I guess I see why you couldn't leave him. But what were you doing at the pound this afternoon? We weren't going to start looking until after the first of the year…" Nick watched as Jeff blushed slightly, looking a little uncomfortable with the idea of telling Nick what he had been doing. "Jeff…"
"I was just going to look… I wanted to know what they might have as far as breeds, so I could do some research. But then they told me that they would have to put him down if someone didn't take him today, and that he was already trained and everything and he just needed someone to love him. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Jeff… you did the right thing. What's his name?"
"Eli. The woman said he was kind of old… his last owners had to give him up because they were moving out of the country. No one wants an old dog…" Jeff began to explain.
"I like him," Nick replied with a smile. He reached out a hand to pet the dog on top of its head.
"You're not mad that I got a dog without talking to you first?" Nick shook his head.
"Nah… you saved his life. He looks like a good dog." Nick looked up at Jeff, smiling and sitting up on his knees to press a kiss against his boyfriend's lips as the other man knelt behind the dog. "But the next dog, we pick out together, okay? You can't pick all the pets."