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, I've decided that I am DEFINITELY going to write a full-length Niff story. I'll still be doing these drabbles of course (I'm more than halfway there – I'm not stopping now!).
Angst
Jeff was never sure what he should do when Nick got into one of his moods. It was as if the boy collapsed in on himself, like a dying star turning into a black hole that sucked all of the joy and happiness out of his world. And as much as Jeff wanted to be there for Nick and help the boy break out of his funk, he couldn't really handle being around the brunette when Nick was that intensely unhappy. So most of the time Jeff simply avoided dealing with him.
It wasn't that Jeff didn't care; he always kept an eye on the other boy when he was in one of his moods, just to make sure that he didn't hurt himself or anyone else. But Jeff couldn't handle trying to actually talk to Nick, because the older boy either ignored him or turned everything into an argument.
Jeff bit down on his bottom lip as soon as he walked into their dorm room, realizing that Nick was face-down across his bed, his blazer thrown on the floor and his tie hanging precariously off a lamp. That was never a good sign; when he wasn't in a bad mood, Nick actually cared a lot about making sure he kept his clothes put away properly. He really didn't know what to do.
Homework was pretty much impossible, because Jeff couldn't help but worry about his boyfriend. After an hour or so, he glanced over at the bed where Nick hadn't moved at all. Finally Jeff got up and walked over, laying down next to the boy and taking one of Nick's hands without saying a word.
It took a few hours, but finally Nick responded to Jeff by leaning in and pressing a kiss against Jeff's lips. "Thank you."
"Do you feel better now?" Jeff watched as Nick nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" The dark haired boy shook his head in response to that question. Jeff knew better than to push, so he simply pressed a kiss against Nick's forehead and wrapped his arms around the other boy. They could talk about things later; for now, Jeff's main concern was making sure that Nick was okay.