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: I don't know where this came from. I know it's weird, okay? It's just… funny. So I went with it.
Pole
"Why are we doing this, again?" Jeff asked, sticking close to Nick. He was barely old enough to drink to begin with, and this certainly wasn't the kind of place intended for him. But somehow Nick had convinced him to come, against his better judgment.
"Relax, Jeff… it's just a bachelor party for Wes. You won't have to do anything you don't want to do, and I'll even tell the girls to leave you alone if you're too weirded out by all of this," Nick replied, pushing him over towards the table that had been reserved for their party. Jeff still wasn't sure, but he was willing to go along with this. For Wes.
It wasn't that bad, really. The guys who weren't all that interested in what was going on onstage managed to keep a conversation going while the others thoroughly enjoyed themselves watching the dancers on the stage. And the alcohol was plentiful, thanks to David having the forethought to find transportation for the group of heavily intoxicated young men and Wes's insistence that everyone stay at his place afterwards so that no one would have to drive. And despite the fact that he had only been 21 for a few weeks, Jeff was taking full advantage of that, to the point that even he was starting to watch the dancers on the stage despite the fact that they weren't really his type.
"Nick… Nick, how'd de do that?" he asked. In Jeff's mind, the question made perfect sense, but he could tell that Nick really wasn't sure what he meant to ask. So, Jeff attempted to clarify. "Those girls… how'd they dance like dat?" Jeff couldn't help staring at the girls, whose dancing with the poles was somehow fascinating – although he knew that he wasn't fascinated with what was happening on stage for the same reasons as some of his friends. It was Nick's laughter that brought Jeff back to reality somewhat.
"Jeff, are you seriously asking me how this works? They're strippers… I don't know how they do it, but they manage it somehow. And it's…"
"Weird," Jeff interrupted, turning back to the stage as a new dancer approached the pole.
"I was going to say hot… but I can see where you'd get weird from. Just… stop overthinking it, and enjoy the show, okay?" Jeff felt Nick jostling his shoulder, but he ignored it, watching the girls that paraded around on the stage one after the other.
"Dude, why do I think that it's going to be harder to get the gay guy out of here than anyone else?" Nick whispered.