I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well.

[abrassband]

Who: Rachel Berry + whoever.
What: A (very rare) day off.
Where: Downtown Lima.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Rating: Family-friendly for now

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[ultra_radical]

For Brennan, Saturdays generally meant work; he very rarely had the luxury of sleeping in and lazing about all day. He didn't especially mind though, and he'd rather make money than sit around and watch TV. And he never really liked the idea of sleeping in until one and wasting the day away. He would have time for all of that once he actually made it in the world, and being young was no excuse to escape responsibilities. And besides, he had Saturday nights to relax. And by relax he meant party. Fortunately for him, he seemed to have a skill for escaping hangovers, which made Sundays infinitely easier

[abrassband]

She hadn't heard anyone calling her with the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald in her ears, but it was hard to ignore someone running in her direction. Tugging out her headphones and pausing the current track on her iPod, Rachel wound up the cords and tucked the small player into her bag, waiting for the runner to catch up with her.

"Hello, Brennan. Enjoying your afternoon?" She was happy to see a familiar, friendly face - while they weren't especially close, he had always been kind enough to her, if not a little teasing. More importantly, he had never slushied her, or been cruel to her because of her passions. He respected her ambition, and she had always been approving of his hard work ethic. They'd been partnered up in various classes, and he had surprised her the first time with his dedication and dependability.

His positive qualities helped her to not begrudge him for his disappointing lapses in polite language and his attempts at being a corrupting influence, anyway.

[apoorboy]

Jesse St. James was bored. Unbelievably, excruciatingly bored. He had been going to the local music store at least twice a month for several years now, always in search of his next audition piece or cast recordings of new musicals. Vocal performance would almost certainly be his career, and Jesse considered these excursions to be valuable, if somewhat dull, research. He knew the store's inventory completely by heart by now, knew exactly where to look for the new releases which were stocked every Tuesday at 4pm.

Jesse had just about given up on finding anything worthwhile when the bell at the entrance to the shop clanged noisily and he saw a familiar girl step into the shop.

Rachel Berry, Jesse smiled to himself, making his way casually to the front counter. Ignoring her entirely, Jesse asked the middle-aged man behind the counter for an obscure title that he knew the store didn't carry. That didn't matter, he only wanted to make his presence known.

[abrassband]

She didn't notice him cross behind her, too engrossed in her beeline for the sheet music section, but his voice was impossible to miss. Rachel couldn't help but peek through the shelves, a small smile curving her lips as she spotted him leaning against the counter. It wasn't entirely surprising that she had run into him - there were only so many music stores in Lima, and fewer still that carried the variety that they needed for auditions and future solos - but she couldn't help the fluttery feeling in her chest that made her think that maybe, just maybe, she was supposed to.

But Rachel wasn't going to throw herself at him. That was silly, and just plain desperate, neither of which Rachel Berry was. So she threw herself a little more fervently than normal into perusing the discographies of various performers and the sheet music of the musicals that caught her eye, not letting herself look around the store to see if he had left.

[apoorboy]

Jesse grumbled inwardly when Rachel didn't take the bait; he didn't even know if she'd actually seen him. He toyed with the idea of giving up and leaving the store, but discarded it just as quickly. He didn't have anything better to do.

Instead he followed her to the sheet music display, taking a parallel aisle so they would meet halfway, as if by accident.

"Little Lotte," he gasped softly, as if deeply surprised to see her outside of school. He noted with some satisfaction the small blush which bloomed on her cheeks at the nickname. Jesse, it seemed, had touched on an effective weapon.

"What brings you here this fine day?"

[abrassband]

She couldn't really help the blushing. With the very distinct exception of Jacob Ben-Israel, Rachel had never been pursued by anyone. Boys did not flirt with her, because she was Rachel Berry, the girl who sang all the time and was mildly bossy and constantly focused on getting what she wanted. Boys didn't flirt with social outcasts. But here was Jesse St James, the boy who she'd idolized a little bit (okay, quite a bit) ever since she'd heard him sing one afternoon when she'd wandered into the auditorium during rehearsals of Oliver, and he was calling her romantic musical theatre nicknames and smiling at her and singing with her - it was no wonder that she practically swooned every time he looked at her.

Which was, unsurprisingly, what she did now. A shy smile lit up her face as she looked up at him, sheet music for All Shook Up clutched to her chest. "Hello, Jesse. I was... looking for duets for Glee club."