"Yep," Jeff replied with a nod. "We lived together for a while, but then he and Jez went to Europe. But yeah... Sports. I love music, and I still play and sing a lot, but more so for fun than for money... I go to open mic nights sometimes, or like... Karaoke, and I was in a band in college for a while, but I like sports a lot, and I figured it would be really cool to get into the broadcast side of it." If Jeff were honest, it was actually kind of nice holding a normal conversation with Nick. It was weird, but as they sat here, talking comfortably with each other, it was harder and harder for Jeff to remember what exactly it was that set them off at each other in the first place. Honestly, even in the moments when they'd hated each other most at Dalton, Jeff hadn't known exactly what started it. He had a story he was pretty sure was kind of accurate as to what had happened when they first fought, but even that wasn't exactly locked down on the details.

"I guess that's true... Staying busy would help, I guess, to keep the focus off of it. But no, no worries... I won't hit on Blaine... He's gorgeous, but he's Blaine... It'd be like hitting on a family member... And I think I dress okay... Not couture or anything, but I match, and my clothes don't come from Target. I think being friends with his hags gets me an inroad into what's on the dos and don'ts list. At least partly." He grinned at Nick, falling quiet for just a moment. Almost too quiet, and he suddenly swallowed hard and cleared his throat if for no other reason than to break the silence.