you're not convinced [dan/jesse]
title: You're Not Convinced
rating: PG
fandom/pairing: Glee / Gossip Girl crossover; Jesse/Dan, with mild Jesse/Rachel (Berry) friendship.
spoilers: Dan goes to NYU.
warnings: Mild stalking, in a mostly parodic, JsJ-overdoes-shit kind of way; also Glee AU assuming that Rachel&Jesse stay friends and go to uni together.
summary: Jesse and Dan have a kind of routine.
words: 704
disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, Glee, or Madonna's "Burning Up" as covered by Glee.
a/n: For an old myjunk_is_youcomment I happened to come across that prompted "Dan/Jesse St. James. You're always closing your door / Well that only makes me want you more". Obvs, I couldn't resist because 1) Precious stalkers are kind of my favorites; 2) The Glee cover of "Burning Up" is the best. Ever.
Rachel tells him that after the first seven occasions, it stopped being romantic and sentimental, and started to become inappropriate and had potential for Jesse to be viewed as a stalker. For as much as Jesse genuinely appreciates Rachel’s input (usually), he hardly thinks that she understands the situation as well as she thinks she does, and he ignores her advice to stop.
The next Wednesday, same as always, Jesse takes a trip down to Dan Humphrey’s dorm and knocks on the door, like always.
Dan swings the door open tiredly, already leaning against the doorframe like his weekly chats with Jesse require an obscene amount of effort on his part, and asks, “When are you going to give this up?”
Jesse smirks at him - a charming, debonair sort of smirk that people like him can pull off, and that make people like Dan feel uncomfortable and slightly intrigued - and replies, per usual, “As soon as I win.”
Sighing, Dan shuts his eyes for a moment. Jesse keeps smirking at him, feeling closer still to victory; briefly wondering if Dan thinks of this as a game between the two of them, too, or if that comparison would just make him feel like a possession and fill him with indignation at the thought of being bought.
When Dan opens his eyes again, to give Jesse his typical half-hearted stare of uncertain annoyance and pitying discomfort, he says, “Goodbye, Jesse,” with just the same tone of slightly-amused but mostly-exasperated finality he has since the first time Jesse realized that that Dan Humphrey kid that everybody talks about has a fresh sort of Brooklyn hipster appeal and decided that he would pursue the unexpectedly talented boy with the remarkable hair.
This time, however, when Dan goes to close the door, Jesse catches it and pushes it open. Dan doesn’t try to stop him - possibly out of surprise, though Jesse is inclined to think that it has much more to do with the fact that he doesn’t really want to protest, and that he was only keeping up appearances for the sake of their little power struggle - and Jesse grins (it’s more flirtatious, less smug, than a smirk; it feels foreign to him, but he has no doubts that it’s worth it) into the brown eyes blinking back at him.
“Just one date - I promise you, Dan Humphrey, if you somehow manage to not find my show choir anecdotes and Broadway-themed trivia absolutely charming, I’ll never visit -”
“I think you mean stalk,” Dan interjects. Jesse ignores him; continues on without losing his place or tone because Jesse is a professional, and knows how to keep his head in the face of hecklers that make interrupting Humphrey look like the drop of an inconsequential bobby pin in the middle of a dance scene.
“- you again.”
Dan looks skeptical, but not entirely reluctant. It’s practically a yes all its own.
Cocking his head to the side, and blinking back at Dan with eyes just as warm and brown and knee-weakening as his own, Jesse repeats, “One date.”
The fourteen seconds that it takes Dan to reply with a sighed, “Fine,” and a stressed, “But just one date, and I don’t want you around here anymore - even if I can’t see you - if it doesn’t work out,” is obviously just a front for Dan, so that he doesn’t give the wrong impression and make Jesse think he has the gold already in his palm.
(Although Dan is a fairly convincing actor, himself. If Jesse wasn’t so well-versed in the ways of the feigned and fictional - that is, if he wasn’t Jesse St. James - he might have believed that Dan was serious about that.)
“Great - I’ll see you next week, same time, same place? Black tie not necessary, but still - wear something nice,” Jesse instructs, and as he walks back down the hallway, past dorm room doors hiding the sources of stereos with emphasized bass and the raucous sounds of passionate lovemaking - just like he always does - he hears Dan shouting questions after him.
That’s different, but Jesse finds it exciting.
He doesn’t turn around to answer them; he’ll let Dan be the one to come find him, this time.
rating: PG
fandom/pairing: Glee / Gossip Girl crossover; Jesse/Dan, with mild Jesse/Rachel (Berry) friendship.
spoilers: Dan goes to NYU.
warnings: Mild stalking, in a mostly parodic, JsJ-overdoes-shit kind of way; also Glee AU assuming that Rachel&Jesse stay friends and go to uni together.
summary: Jesse and Dan have a kind of routine.
words: 704
disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, Glee, or Madonna's "Burning Up" as covered by Glee.
a/n: For an old myjunk_is_youcomment I happened to come across that prompted "Dan/Jesse St. James. You're always closing your door / Well that only makes me want you more". Obvs, I couldn't resist because 1) Precious stalkers are kind of my favorites; 2) The Glee cover of "Burning Up" is the best. Ever.
Rachel tells him that after the first seven occasions, it stopped being romantic and sentimental, and started to become inappropriate and had potential for Jesse to be viewed as a stalker. For as much as Jesse genuinely appreciates Rachel’s input (usually), he hardly thinks that she understands the situation as well as she thinks she does, and he ignores her advice to stop.
The next Wednesday, same as always, Jesse takes a trip down to Dan Humphrey’s dorm and knocks on the door, like always.
Dan swings the door open tiredly, already leaning against the doorframe like his weekly chats with Jesse require an obscene amount of effort on his part, and asks, “When are you going to give this up?”
Jesse smirks at him - a charming, debonair sort of smirk that people like him can pull off, and that make people like Dan feel uncomfortable and slightly intrigued - and replies, per usual, “As soon as I win.”
Sighing, Dan shuts his eyes for a moment. Jesse keeps smirking at him, feeling closer still to victory; briefly wondering if Dan thinks of this as a game between the two of them, too, or if that comparison would just make him feel like a possession and fill him with indignation at the thought of being bought.
When Dan opens his eyes again, to give Jesse his typical half-hearted stare of uncertain annoyance and pitying discomfort, he says, “Goodbye, Jesse,” with just the same tone of slightly-amused but mostly-exasperated finality he has since the first time Jesse realized that that Dan Humphrey kid that everybody talks about has a fresh sort of Brooklyn hipster appeal and decided that he would pursue the unexpectedly talented boy with the remarkable hair.
This time, however, when Dan goes to close the door, Jesse catches it and pushes it open. Dan doesn’t try to stop him - possibly out of surprise, though Jesse is inclined to think that it has much more to do with the fact that he doesn’t really want to protest, and that he was only keeping up appearances for the sake of their little power struggle - and Jesse grins (it’s more flirtatious, less smug, than a smirk; it feels foreign to him, but he has no doubts that it’s worth it) into the brown eyes blinking back at him.
“Just one date - I promise you, Dan Humphrey, if you somehow manage to not find my show choir anecdotes and Broadway-themed trivia absolutely charming, I’ll never visit -”
“I think you mean stalk,” Dan interjects. Jesse ignores him; continues on without losing his place or tone because Jesse is a professional, and knows how to keep his head in the face of hecklers that make interrupting Humphrey look like the drop of an inconsequential bobby pin in the middle of a dance scene.
“- you again.”
Dan looks skeptical, but not entirely reluctant. It’s practically a yes all its own.
Cocking his head to the side, and blinking back at Dan with eyes just as warm and brown and knee-weakening as his own, Jesse repeats, “One date.”
The fourteen seconds that it takes Dan to reply with a sighed, “Fine,” and a stressed, “But just one date, and I don’t want you around here anymore - even if I can’t see you - if it doesn’t work out,” is obviously just a front for Dan, so that he doesn’t give the wrong impression and make Jesse think he has the gold already in his palm.
(Although Dan is a fairly convincing actor, himself. If Jesse wasn’t so well-versed in the ways of the feigned and fictional - that is, if he wasn’t Jesse St. James - he might have believed that Dan was serious about that.)
“Great - I’ll see you next week, same time, same place? Black tie not necessary, but still - wear something nice,” Jesse instructs, and as he walks back down the hallway, past dorm room doors hiding the sources of stereos with emphasized bass and the raucous sounds of passionate lovemaking - just like he always does - he hears Dan shouting questions after him.
That’s different, but Jesse finds it exciting.
He doesn’t turn around to answer them; he’ll let Dan be the one to come find him, this time.