A/N: This was inspired by the Klaine Advent Challenge Prompt "message". This is Niff, and very fluffy :)

Theyre simple messages at first. Just tiny little notes to fill in the gaps between the moments when they dont get the chance to see each other.

Please pick up more toothpaste. You, know, the one I like that doesnt burn, but is still minty. – Jeff

Cap for the milk, please. On the bottle. Meet you at 5. – Nick

Did you take my Milk Duds? Seriously, not cool. – Jeff

A forest of Post-Its on the headboard of their bed, the bathroom mirror, the refrigerator door. They pull them off and toss them out after they read them…or sometimes they dont. Sometimes they dont quite make the trash when Jeff balls them up and throws them, since theyre light, and they sit like tiny pebbles on the kitchen floor.

Finals come around, and they see each other less and less, and the Post-It notes pile up. A whole forest of yellow papers grow on the walls, on the mirrors, on the bed. The number of messages grows, but the words are less and less…sometimes, so is the meaning.

Need more milk – Jeff

Take out the trash – Nick

Did it yesterday – Jeff

Need to do it again – Nick

Jeff pulls one off the wall and reads it, frowning.

He misses Nicky.

He spends so much time at the studio, and Nick works late hours with the firm where he interns.

Jeff loves Nick, but he hasnt told him in when…he couldnt remember.

Jeff picks up the closest pad and begins to write, finished by the time he has to go to class.

Nick comes home, and drops his bag on the kitchen table, looking over at the trash can in disgust to see it still overflowing…untouched.

Nick stamps a foot in frustration, walking over to the can. His Post-It from this morning is still there.

"Damn it, Jeff," he growls to no one, because Jeff isnt actually there.

He looks down at the Post-It, re-reading, making sure it was simple enough to understand. Except its not his Post-It from this morning. Its a new one…from Jeff.

Please, Nicky, dont be mad. Ill take the trash out later. I just needed to get your attention…do I have it? Go to the bathroom if I do. – Jeff

Nick re-reads the message, and then carries it to the bathroom. On the mirror is a heart made of Post-Its. An arrow, written on the mirror in red Expo marker tells him where he should begin.

I love your beautiful smile.

I love the way your skin smells in the morning when Im still asleep and you kiss me good-bye.

I love that you kiss me when you think Im asleep.

Im never asleep, Nicky.

I wake up the minute you get out of bed, and I start missing you an hour before.

On and on they went, a whole story of how much Jeff loves him –

I go to sleep dreaming of kissing your lips.

When I dance, I imagine you watching me.

Sometimes, youre dancing with me, in my arms.

I did a pas de deux yesterday with Alyssa in class, and when we were done, I called her Nicky. She laughed.

Nick laughed, too.

I hope youre laughing, Nicky. I miss hearing you laugh.

Nick sighed, stacking the messages carefully on top of each other, until he got to the last one.

Ill be in love with you forever…and its nowhere near long enough.

Nick bit his lips, kissing this last message with happy tears in his eyes. He saw the pad of Post-It notes where Jeff had left it by the sink, and wrote a note of his own.

Jeff came home late, tired, worn down. He knew Nicky would already be in bed asleep, and he sighed. After such a long day, he needed his boyfriend. At least he got to sleep beside him. He put his gear bag on the table, preparing to take out the trash, but the trash can was already empty, a new liner put in, and a Post-It stuck above it on the wall.

Am in bed waiting with a bottle of massage oil for your back. I know you must be tired, but I love you, Jeff Sterling. Come make love to me.

Jeff smiled. There was no way on earth he was too tired for that.