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've been really bad about writing on this story lately. The good news is that since the last chapter, I've gotten my workload for the remainder of the semester down to one paper and two exams – and I have roughly a week and a half left to get it all accomplished. Which is a lot of time since tomorrow morning is my last day of class! So anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Baseball

If there was one thing Nick loved, it was baseball. Nick had always been more athletic than Jeff, not to mention the fact that he'd played three sports in high school before he'd broken his leg and been forced to quit. So when it came time for Elliot to start playing baseball, Nick was the obvious choice to teach the boy how to throw and hit the ball.

"Don't hit me!" Nick couldn't help but chuckle at Elliot's words.

"I'm not going to hit you with the ball, Elliot… just try and hit it with the bat, okay?" Nick coached, gently throwing the ball underhanded in his son's general direction, hitting the boy's strike zone perfectly. Elliot, however, closed his eyes as the ball came towards him and didn't start to swing until after the ball was already past him. "Okay, good try. But next time keep your eyes open so that you can actually see the ball… you'll have a much easier time trying to hit it if you can see what you're doing."

"I don't want to get hit by the ball…"

"Elliot, come over here for a minute," Nick replied, kneeling down and motioning for the boy to walk over to him. Elliot did as he was told, dropping the bat a few feet away until he was standing in front of his father. "Elliot, who am I?"

"Daddy…" Elliot began.

"And do I want to hurt you?"

"No…"

"So why do you think I would hit you with the baseball?" Nick asked.

"I don't think you'd do it on purpose, but that ball is harder than the one we play with at school… I don't want to get hurt…"

"I played baseball in high school, buddy. I was a pitcher, and I know how to throw the ball so that I won't hit you, okay? I promise… I'm not going to hurt you."

"Daddy… do I have to play baseball?" Elliot asked. Nick shook his head.

"Of course not, buddy… but I thought that you wanted to play baseball this year instead of soccer," Nick replied.

"I think I'd rather stick with soccer… that's okay, right?" Nick nodded, smiling.

"Hey, as long as you're happy, I don't care which sport you decide to play." Nick gently ruffled his son's hair. "Let's get the ball and bat and take them home, and after lunch we'll play some soccer, okay?"

"Okay!"