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 got an anonymous review recently that annoyed me (which I've deleted because it made me that upset…). So here's the deal… I research my stuff more than most of the other writers on this site. Don't tell me that something I've written that doesn't align with your idea of what's going on is a fail unless you've actually checked up on it first. Specifically with last names – it's one thing to politely tell me you think I've made a mistake, but another to basically tell me I'm an idiot IN THE REVIEWS OF MY OWN STORY when you haven't checked up on it yourself. I couldn't find a reliable source stating Nick and Jeff's last names, so I chose names for them. If someone can find me a reliable, official source for the names Duval and Sterling, then I'll switch to using those… but telling me that it's a "FAYUL" to not use those when I can't find anything other than fanfiction giving those names and not giving me a reliable source for them or a way to get back to you without taking up my author's note for a chapter is rude and disrespectful.
Foil
Nick actually really liked watching the fencing team practice. Not because it was a particularly fascinating sport – Nick didn't think it was – but because it was an excuse to see Jeff in a tight white outfit (not that Nick would ever admit to his roommate that he enjoyed watching him like that). And sometimes after practice, Jeff would be in… well, he would be in an interesting mood. And that usually lead to the two of them having some fun that most of the other guys at Dalton wouldn't necessarily care to be involved with.
"I can feel you watching me during practice," Jeff said, walking over to where Nick was sitting with his English textbook. Nick had been pretending to read the book for a while, without remembering that he was supposed to turn the page.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been sitting here reading A Doll House this whole time."
"You haven't turned the page in fifteen minutes, Nick. I was keeping track."
"That explains why you kept missing touches against James, of all people… he's the worst fencer on the team."
"So you were watching me," Jeff replied with a smirk. Nick rolled his eyes, smiling.
"Maybe I was." Nick darted down and grabbed Jeff's foil, gently swatting it against Jeff's side with a smile. "But you were watching me, too…"
"So?"
"So isn't that just as suspicious as the fact that I was watching you?" Nick was a little surprised when Jeff smiled and leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. They had made out a few times, but never outside of their dorm room.
"That… was unexpected."
"But you liked it, didn't you?" Jeff asked.
"Of course… I just thought we'd agreed that it was a private thing. That we weren't going to act on anything in public yet."
"I got sick of waiting." Nick closed his eyes as Jeff leaned in for another quick kiss. "Now, I need my foil back so that I can go put all of this stuff away and we can get back to our dorm room." Nick handed the thin sword to his roommate, who started to walk away before he turned and thwapped it against the side of Nick's leg.
"Hey!"
"That's what you get for hitting me!"