Nick had always hoped that Jeff might show up on the island, but he wasn't sure he ever believed he would. He also asked Quinn to tell him if Jeff's name cropped up on the register, but he knew that Quinn had been so worried about Kurt recently that she probably hadn't as stringently kept up with the new arrivals as she normally did. She was delegating a lot of her duties to her 2IC so she could be there for Kurt if he broke down again, and honestly, it was how it should be considering how close they were. And all Nick could do at this moment was sit there and gape up at his old best friend and think how much older Jeff looked. When Nick came to the island, it had been in the wake of Blaine's eyeball slushie when Nick had done a fuckload of soul searching. It had also been right after Nick and Jeff got drunk at a Warbler party and had sex together. That party had been the night before the showdown with New Directions with the slushie. Neither Nick nor Jeff had any time to visit what accidentally sleeping together meant before Nick found himself on the island.

But this wasn't school-age Jeff. At all. In fact, Jeff looked a similar age to what Nick was now, and even though he knew how the island worked, it was screwing with his head. "I...I..." he stammered at first, letting the rest of his art supplies drop through his knees onto the sand. Those were the least of his worries right now. "How long have you been here? When... when did you come from?"