The Saturdays You Never Spent: Kurt/Jessie, T
Title: The Saturdays You Never Spent (Cha. 2)
Author: beautyofwilting
Pairing: Jessie St. James/Kurt Hummel, Jessie St. James/Rachel Berry
Summary: Jessie's a decent guy once you get beyond all the crap he says and all the dumb things he does. Even this is sweet, in his own totally F'ed up kind of way.
Rating: T
Warnings: Begins at the end of "The Power of Madonna" after 'Like a Prayer'.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Lips of an Angel' or GLEE.
Word count: 2000+
Author's Note: Here is the second chapter of The Saturdays You Never Spent. It picks up at the end of "The Power of Madonna" and happens before the episode that follows. You know in GLEE episodes where they have a short flash to something that only the person can see; I have one of those in this chapter. Those moments (put in purely for comedic effect) are centered. Enjoy.
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Chapter Two
Despite the singing and dancing and the happy smiles, Jessie still goes to the parking lot at 5:00. He looks around the stillness, waiting for someone to appear. Footsteps from behind him make him turn, but he doesn't find who he wants. In fact, he finds the army of rag-tag losers he now has to call his teammates. No offense.
"We don't like you," Puck announces.
"The feelings are mutual," Jessie says.
"Why are you here?" Finn asks.
"I already told you. Rachel means too much to me for me to just let her go. I'm not stupid enough to miss a chance with a girl like that," Jessie says.
"If you hurt her-"
"You will all come after me. I get it," Jessie says before opening his car door.
"No, you don't. Listen to me, Pretty Boy; Rachel is not some girl you can manipulate whenever you want. She's our friend and we're not going to sit by while you mess with her," Mercedes says.
"Don't you think I'd just stay at Carmel if I wanted to mess with her head? I came here. I joined you guys. I'm in it for the girl, not for anything else," he says, "I'm going to prove to all of you that I'm not just here to destroy you from the inside. I'm a good guy, really I am."
"Since when do you care what we think?" Quinn asks.
"Oh I don't. Only reason I'm doing this is so that Rachel will be happy, and to make her happy, all of you little brats need to be too," Jessie says.
"Calling us brats won't make us like you," Artie says.
"Didn't say I was starting today, Artie," Jessie says. He climbs into his car and shuts the door.
"Somehow, my name sounds bad when he says it," Artie comments while the car pulls away.
"Like he's mocking you just by speaking to you?" Quinn checks.
"Yep."
"Then I know what you're feeling."
Yes, because the former ruler of William McKinley High knows what it feels like to be mocked relentlessly. All she's done is get pregnant and feel a little discomfort from being dethroned. You go to school and get harassed for being yourself. She gets name-calling and Slushees; you get wedgies, dumpsters, and the penis pictures on all of your notebooks. She definitely has it so hard.
"Cheer up, guys. He may have a nice car and an intimidating presence, but he has absolutely nothing else going for him," Finn says, "How cool could he really be?"
^Jessie St. James^Kurt Hummel^Rachel Berry^
"Jessie! Jessie! Jessie!"
The group of guys cheers as they trail behind the newcomer. Jessie has been at William McKinley for five days, and he's already more popular than you. Turns out that Jessie's natural charm has managed to get everyone on his side. The jocks think he's pretty fantastic, the cheerleaders love his voice, the nerds admire his mind-control (and that's a direct quote), and even the other Glee kids are starting to fall for it.
"He gave me his pen in French class. It totally saved my life," Brittany reports.
"How did a pen save your life, Britt?" Santana asks.
"I had to pick it up off the ground and so I wasn't in my seat when the earthquake happened," Brittany says.
"We live in Ohio."
"Which is totally close to California and they had a big one right when I went to get the pen."
(Wow.)
There really isn't enough stupid in the world to match up to Brittany.
"Hey Kurt," Jessie says.
The shock on your face is almost as obvious as Finn's open-mouthed staring at Rachel. (He really needs to get over her.) You blink a few times and let it all come into focus. Hate him passionately. He plans on hurting you guys. He's using Rachel. He kissed you and then blackmailed you with it. You hate him.
Yet,
"Hello Jessie," you say. He grins.
"What's it like being a cheerleader?" Jessie asks.
Enthusiastic cheerleaders stretch all around you. In the fifteen seconds that Sue Sylvester walks away, they all begin gossiping.
"I heard he sounds like an angel when he sings," one girl shares.
"I beg to differ," you mumble.
"What? Oh, yeah, you're in Glee, aren't you? What's it like being around Jessie?" a girl asks.
"Like someone is sticking a thousand needles into my brain."
The look the girls share could only be classified with three letters: WTF.
"A lot like this moment," you say.
"So it's amazingly breathtaking and practically orgasmic?" he checks.
"I meant filled with meaningless conversations only brought on because we're stuck in the same vicinity," you bite.
"Kurt, he was only asking you a question," Rachel says.
"That's what he wants you to think, Rachel. Honestly, he's compiling more information about us to go and share with all his old pals in Vocal Adrenaline."
The grumbles of agreement behind you are reminders of the new divisions in New Directions. There are two teams now: Team 'We Can't See Beyond the Curly Hair and Amazing Voice' and Team 'Jessie Sucks' (otherwise known as Team 'Since When is Rachel Hot Enough to Convince a Guy to Give Up Everything Just for Her, Obviously Something's Up'). Rachel is obviously captain of the former.
"You're being paranoid," Rachel says.
"You're being used," you say.
"May I interject for a moment?" Jessie asks.
"No, you may not," you tell him.
"This isn't a joke. Just like I said before, I'm here because I want to be. I'm a member of New Directions Show Choir. I'm not a spy," Jessie says.
"See?" Rachel tacks on.
All you see is the grin on Jessie's face. He's almost smirking at you. He's mocking you. Laughing at you with his eyes and his little girlfriend and his stupid kisses. This will not stand. You will not stand for this. You will not let this happen to you. He cannot just come in here and become the favorite of everyone. Who does he think he is?
"Whatever," you say, "Believe what you want, Rachel, but one day, you'll wish you had listened to me."
Rachel just rolls her eyes.
"Alright, guys, it is time for the grand unveiling," Will says, drumming on the piano with his fingers, "This week's assignment wasn't a hard one. You know, just put your iPod on shuffle and do whatever song fate brings you to. I think since this is the first assignment that Jessie really gets to partake in, that he should go first. Any objections?"
The looks on your faces obviously aren't enough for Mr. Schue as he just calls Jessie up anyway.
"The song I will be singing should be easily recognizable," he says before motioning to the band. As the beginning of the song reaches your ears, you wonder if he chose the song himself just to mess with you.
"Honey, why are you calling me, so late? It's kind of hard to talk right now. Honey, why are you crying, is everything okay? I gotta whisper, 'cause I can't be too loud. Well, my girl's in the next room, sometimes, I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on."
Kind of like a dream, the scene around you changes into one you know much better.
^Jessie St. James^Kurt Hummel^Rachel Berry^
Music blared through the walls straight into your ears. No matter how tight you closed your eyes, the sound would not go away. It'd been going on for twenty-eight minutes, without pause.
"Who brings a stereo to Disneyland?" you asked, "Really? It's the happiest place on Earth; why do you need to blast music? Sleep!"
"Chill, Kurt, I mean, it's not like they're blasting Brittney Spears," Roger said. There were times when you hated your middle school choir director. That moment was one of them. Why Mr. Pelazzo put you with this idiot as a bunk buddy, you will never know.
"I'm lodging a complaint. I will not stand for this."
You flung the covers off of you and slid your feet into the slippers beside you bed. After channeling the inner-strength and courage to project your frustration correctly, you stormed to the hotel room next to yours. The pounding of your fists was just loud enough to be heard over the screeching vocals of some rock band from inside. When the door opened, you doubted your sanity. Could you be dreaming a horrible sugar-induced nightmare? No, you couldn't; you were eating healthy this trip. It had to be real.
You put the name to the face and wondered where all of that strength went.
"Never thought I'd see you again," he said.
"Likewise," you said.
His roommate popped up from behind him.
"Yo, Jess-man, who's the kid?" the guy asked.
"I'm not a kid, and my name is Kurt," you said. The look of shock and amusement on the guy's face made you resent saying that. He chortled, turning with questions in his eyes and on his tongue."
"Kurt? Jess, wasn't that the name of that guy you-"
"Yup."
"Is he-"
"Right again, Lou."
The two older guys stared down at you with equal looks of hilarity. Apparently, you were fricken' hysterical.
"Just turn down the Hinder, Jessie," you barked, turning around.
"Make me," he challenged. If it were anyone else, any other person on this planet, you would have just walked away. But it wasn't. It was him. It was Jessie fricken' St. James, and you could never say no to him.
"Fine, I will."
^Jessie St. James^Kurt Hummel^Rachel Berry^
"It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name. It sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak. And I never wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel. And I never wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel. Honey, why are you calling me, so late?"
The entirety of the Glee club feels the need to applaud. You do not. When your eyes meet his, something occurs to you.
(That night hurt him too.)
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading. Please review.
Author: beautyofwilting
Pairing: Jessie St. James/Kurt Hummel, Jessie St. James/Rachel Berry
Summary: Jessie's a decent guy once you get beyond all the crap he says and all the dumb things he does. Even this is sweet, in his own totally F'ed up kind of way.
Rating: T
Warnings: Begins at the end of "The Power of Madonna" after 'Like a Prayer'.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Lips of an Angel' or GLEE.
Word count: 2000+
Author's Note: Here is the second chapter of The Saturdays You Never Spent. It picks up at the end of "The Power of Madonna" and happens before the episode that follows. You know in GLEE episodes where they have a short flash to something that only the person can see; I have one of those in this chapter. Those moments (put in purely for comedic effect) are centered. Enjoy.
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Chapter Two
Despite the singing and dancing and the happy smiles, Jessie still goes to the parking lot at 5:00. He looks around the stillness, waiting for someone to appear. Footsteps from behind him make him turn, but he doesn't find who he wants. In fact, he finds the army of rag-tag losers he now has to call his teammates. No offense.
"We don't like you," Puck announces.
"The feelings are mutual," Jessie says.
"Why are you here?" Finn asks.
"I already told you. Rachel means too much to me for me to just let her go. I'm not stupid enough to miss a chance with a girl like that," Jessie says.
"If you hurt her-"
"You will all come after me. I get it," Jessie says before opening his car door.
"No, you don't. Listen to me, Pretty Boy; Rachel is not some girl you can manipulate whenever you want. She's our friend and we're not going to sit by while you mess with her," Mercedes says.
"Don't you think I'd just stay at Carmel if I wanted to mess with her head? I came here. I joined you guys. I'm in it for the girl, not for anything else," he says, "I'm going to prove to all of you that I'm not just here to destroy you from the inside. I'm a good guy, really I am."
"Since when do you care what we think?" Quinn asks.
"Oh I don't. Only reason I'm doing this is so that Rachel will be happy, and to make her happy, all of you little brats need to be too," Jessie says.
"Calling us brats won't make us like you," Artie says.
"Didn't say I was starting today, Artie," Jessie says. He climbs into his car and shuts the door.
"Somehow, my name sounds bad when he says it," Artie comments while the car pulls away.
"Like he's mocking you just by speaking to you?" Quinn checks.
"Yep."
"Then I know what you're feeling."
Yes, because the former ruler of William McKinley High knows what it feels like to be mocked relentlessly. All she's done is get pregnant and feel a little discomfort from being dethroned. You go to school and get harassed for being yourself. She gets name-calling and Slushees; you get wedgies, dumpsters, and the penis pictures on all of your notebooks. She definitely has it so hard.
"Cheer up, guys. He may have a nice car and an intimidating presence, but he has absolutely nothing else going for him," Finn says, "How cool could he really be?"
^Jessie St. James^Kurt Hummel^Rachel Berry^
"Jessie! Jessie! Jessie!"
The group of guys cheers as they trail behind the newcomer. Jessie has been at William McKinley for five days, and he's already more popular than you. Turns out that Jessie's natural charm has managed to get everyone on his side. The jocks think he's pretty fantastic, the cheerleaders love his voice, the nerds admire his mind-control (and that's a direct quote), and even the other Glee kids are starting to fall for it.
"He gave me his pen in French class. It totally saved my life," Brittany reports.
"How did a pen save your life, Britt?" Santana asks.
"I had to pick it up off the ground and so I wasn't in my seat when the earthquake happened," Brittany says.
"We live in Ohio."
"Which is totally close to California and they had a big one right when I went to get the pen."
(Wow.)
There really isn't enough stupid in the world to match up to Brittany.
"Hey Kurt," Jessie says.
The shock on your face is almost as obvious as Finn's open-mouthed staring at Rachel. (He really needs to get over her.) You blink a few times and let it all come into focus. Hate him passionately. He plans on hurting you guys. He's using Rachel. He kissed you and then blackmailed you with it. You hate him.
Yet,
"Hello Jessie," you say. He grins.
"What's it like being a cheerleader?" Jessie asks.
Enthusiastic cheerleaders stretch all around you. In the fifteen seconds that Sue Sylvester walks away, they all begin gossiping.
"I heard he sounds like an angel when he sings," one girl shares.
"I beg to differ," you mumble.
"What? Oh, yeah, you're in Glee, aren't you? What's it like being around Jessie?" a girl asks.
"Like someone is sticking a thousand needles into my brain."
The look the girls share could only be classified with three letters: WTF.
"A lot like this moment," you say.
"So it's amazingly breathtaking and practically orgasmic?" he checks.
"I meant filled with meaningless conversations only brought on because we're stuck in the same vicinity," you bite.
"Kurt, he was only asking you a question," Rachel says.
"That's what he wants you to think, Rachel. Honestly, he's compiling more information about us to go and share with all his old pals in Vocal Adrenaline."
The grumbles of agreement behind you are reminders of the new divisions in New Directions. There are two teams now: Team 'We Can't See Beyond the Curly Hair and Amazing Voice' and Team 'Jessie Sucks' (otherwise known as Team 'Since When is Rachel Hot Enough to Convince a Guy to Give Up Everything Just for Her, Obviously Something's Up'). Rachel is obviously captain of the former.
"You're being paranoid," Rachel says.
"You're being used," you say.
"May I interject for a moment?" Jessie asks.
"No, you may not," you tell him.
"This isn't a joke. Just like I said before, I'm here because I want to be. I'm a member of New Directions Show Choir. I'm not a spy," Jessie says.
"See?" Rachel tacks on.
All you see is the grin on Jessie's face. He's almost smirking at you. He's mocking you. Laughing at you with his eyes and his little girlfriend and his stupid kisses. This will not stand. You will not stand for this. You will not let this happen to you. He cannot just come in here and become the favorite of everyone. Who does he think he is?
"Whatever," you say, "Believe what you want, Rachel, but one day, you'll wish you had listened to me."
Rachel just rolls her eyes.
"Alright, guys, it is time for the grand unveiling," Will says, drumming on the piano with his fingers, "This week's assignment wasn't a hard one. You know, just put your iPod on shuffle and do whatever song fate brings you to. I think since this is the first assignment that Jessie really gets to partake in, that he should go first. Any objections?"
The looks on your faces obviously aren't enough for Mr. Schue as he just calls Jessie up anyway.
"The song I will be singing should be easily recognizable," he says before motioning to the band. As the beginning of the song reaches your ears, you wonder if he chose the song himself just to mess with you.
"Honey, why are you calling me, so late? It's kind of hard to talk right now. Honey, why are you crying, is everything okay? I gotta whisper, 'cause I can't be too loud. Well, my girl's in the next room, sometimes, I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on."
Kind of like a dream, the scene around you changes into one you know much better.
^Jessie St. James^Kurt Hummel^Rachel Berry^
Music blared through the walls straight into your ears. No matter how tight you closed your eyes, the sound would not go away. It'd been going on for twenty-eight minutes, without pause.
"Who brings a stereo to Disneyland?" you asked, "Really? It's the happiest place on Earth; why do you need to blast music? Sleep!"
"Chill, Kurt, I mean, it's not like they're blasting Brittney Spears," Roger said. There were times when you hated your middle school choir director. That moment was one of them. Why Mr. Pelazzo put you with this idiot as a bunk buddy, you will never know.
"I'm lodging a complaint. I will not stand for this."
You flung the covers off of you and slid your feet into the slippers beside you bed. After channeling the inner-strength and courage to project your frustration correctly, you stormed to the hotel room next to yours. The pounding of your fists was just loud enough to be heard over the screeching vocals of some rock band from inside. When the door opened, you doubted your sanity. Could you be dreaming a horrible sugar-induced nightmare? No, you couldn't; you were eating healthy this trip. It had to be real.
You put the name to the face and wondered where all of that strength went.
"Never thought I'd see you again," he said.
"Likewise," you said.
His roommate popped up from behind him.
"Yo, Jess-man, who's the kid?" the guy asked.
"I'm not a kid, and my name is Kurt," you said. The look of shock and amusement on the guy's face made you resent saying that. He chortled, turning with questions in his eyes and on his tongue."
"Kurt? Jess, wasn't that the name of that guy you-"
"Yup."
"Is he-"
"Right again, Lou."
The two older guys stared down at you with equal looks of hilarity. Apparently, you were fricken' hysterical.
"Just turn down the Hinder, Jessie," you barked, turning around.
"Make me," he challenged. If it were anyone else, any other person on this planet, you would have just walked away. But it wasn't. It was him. It was Jessie fricken' St. James, and you could never say no to him.
"Fine, I will."
^Jessie St. James^Kurt Hummel^Rachel Berry^
"It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name. It sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak. And I never wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel. And I never wanna say goodbye, but girl you make it hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel. Honey, why are you calling me, so late?"
The entirety of the Glee club feels the need to applaud. You do not. When your eyes meet his, something occurs to you.
(That night hurt him too.)
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading. Please review.