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: Guys… once I post this one, I'll only have five left to write! I'm getting down to some kind of difficult ones (other than the one I'm saving for number 100 – I want it to be special). Enjoy!
Wii
Nick was busy grading theory tests when he heard it, and he knew that something was wrong before he even heard his son's voice calling out, although he couldn't make out exactly what the boy was saying from so far away.
Nick jumped out of his chair, dropping his red pen and running down the hall towards the basement stairs to the family room. He was down the steps and staring at his husband and six-year-old son for a few moments before he realized exactly why Jeff looked sort of like a puppy with its tail between its legs.
"Daddy… Papa didn't put the wrist strap on his Wiimote…" Elliot said, pointing his own controller at the television screen. Nick turned is head slightly, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he realized that the controller Jeff had been playing with had destroyed their flat screen TV.
"Hey… you didn't have yours on until after it happened… you just put it on so that he wouldn't get mad at you, too," Jeff replied, walking over to the potted plants underneath the TV and pulling out the controller he'd just launched across the room a few moments earlier.
"Jeff… I'm going to surgically attach the wrist strap to your hand if I ever catch you playing without it again…"
"I'll go to the store and get the new TV…"