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[ofdropeggsonher]

Jesse was a star of his own nature. He had the star power, he had the ambition. But New York he now felt as if he never had cut out for. After high school he tried the courses at college; sitting in a chair listening to the listed skills you needed the talent; it wasn’t for Jesse. He could admit he dropped out. He had passion, he was the more hands on learner. Which meant he rather bind his time on a stage learn from actual actors than to be stuck in a stuffy room. And New York the timing wasn’t right for him; he felt like an embarrassment, a joke might he add. But with Rachel now blooming in the city were the cards unfolding for him? Jesse had to list the pros and cons in his head. Because he consistently was crazy about Rachel Berry; but now; would he consider coming back to the big apple for the wrong reasons? He respected the brunette; he knew her opinion meant a lot to him; which is what resulted in a tender look exchanged between us now.. 

“ Thank you, Maybe someday I will allow the timing to feel right for me. The show your talent fell into your lap, we can’t all snap our fingers..” A harmless sarcastic remark from the male now. Before we got to this torrid history; the history that now kept me up at night. It was a game until it wasn’t. Until Jesse knew he had real genuine feelings for Rachel. He regretted how he treated her the scene of him dropping eggs on her that day in the parking lot; it broke his own heart. But Prom I was real about when I came back to see Rachel, I was genuine. And a part of me suspected the worse; because Rachel And Finn were like a cycle of love, of back and forth and considering how awful I had treated her I couldn’t blame her for not trusting me; for falling back into his arms every time. But that night it stung; and I knew I had a ego head; I made the fight with Finn but I wasn’t wrong Rachel wasn’t even who the guy came with. But since then I knew my place; I knew I’d always be the second fiddle for the brunette; and even now as I sat here and listened to Rachel hearing her sat the differences; in what she and that small town boy wanted. I didn’t know what I felt. I knew I loved her; there was never a day that I didn’t love Rachel. But I also couldn’t trust it now.. 

Exhaling slowly; the male leaned closer into the table as he gathered upon his own thoughts. “ I want to believe you, I do. I just every time you ran right back to him, I know I’m not perfect, but I always saw your potential; I always saw how incredible you are Rachel and I messed up with you. But I can’t help but wonder the truth.” Pausing now as I chewed down on my lip in debate. “ He’s gone, and my heart breaks for you, but somehow I think he’s always going to be a wall here with us; because of the history.” And it was Jesse being honest and vulnerable with her; as if the pair felt one way and on an impasse for the other.

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@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Jesse obviously had his keen motivation for wanting to Stay in New York. The theater was like no other; but no one compared to Rachel Berry. The girl he fell head over heels for back in the day. If it wasn’t for the passion project in London that he’s worked his ass off for, he probably would be jumping at the temptation to return to the City. Rachel was far from coy; and when she aired for the obvious he had to chuckle to himself. “ Obviously you’re the only reason..” I aired out in more amusement but if my career had lifted off; and things transpired different; she would be my reason. I hated the idea of leaving Rachel again; it had been ages since we had spent more than two minutes together. 

We balanced each other. Our ambition, our passion for performing to be the best; it’s who we are. As I brought the glass of water to my lips I took a few lingering sips now. Jesse didn’t want to overthink on Rachel was she putting herself out there for me? I had to ask myself; did she want me to stay? Was this just innocent flirting between two friends? Or was there harbored feelings that brewed under the surface. I only loved one girl; Rachel but each time we got tangled up in each other; there was a third party in our relationship; I had hurt her yes. I had used the brunette to distract her; to take her mind away from winning against us; but the last time. It was him; she chose him; and it was a repeated cycle until now. If he hadn’t died.. And even thinking those words my heart ached for her; because of how much I knew she loved him. And I couldn’t help but feel the weight of that now. 

An elephant in the room; how easy it was to fall back into feelings that never washed away at least for him. Nodding along as I lowered my glass to the table. “ All sounds incredible, the musicals but did I ever tell you how I failed this city once? I went to every audition when I graduated and I just wasn’t good enough.” And perhaps that’s the real why I held back now; Jesse wasn’t New York good; he was west end good, and it stung, but nothing prepared him for this; feelings involved? Real or fake? Was it all a game? He instantly shook his head. “ No, it was never just a game.” And I calmed his own nerves now that shook at his skin. “ Rach, it may have started as using you, to get your mom to you, but that’s not why I stayed. Hurting you dropping eggs on you it hurt me to see you so devastated like that. I wanted to take it back.” And it was real I was hurt at myself which was told in my voice. “ But you used me too, especially the second time we got close..’ Prom only to fight over him; and I was hurt jealous. “ Can you honestly tell me we’d be sitting here if he was here?” I wasn’t going to be a rebound; I needed to know if she only felt this way now because he was gone; Jesse was no second choice he’d tell you, she was always his first.

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@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Jesse was ambitious, he was selfish it’s what attracted him to Rachel; her need for the spotlight; her need that aching to step on anyone to get what we want. And yes the dating; the way we met at that music store was all means of a ploy, a game set in motion from her mother; and myself. I knew her little glee club had the chops to win; to be real competition only if they had Rachel Berry; a born star; pipes that blew you away. And I played her; I pretended to have feelings to be in love. Except it wasn’t a game suddenly I felt guilt unexpectedly so when I saw her hurt; and then later when she chose him over me. And I felt guilty now even having those anger of thoughts; seeing as her deepest love; the man who never appreciated her full potential was gone. But I also was selfish. 

And I understood; all the ways Rachel could toy with me now; to entice me to come to New York; the major factor being herself. But I could see the restraint on her features; the topic of talent, our shows in play; the futures we’ve built without the other. And It stung knowing tonight may be all we had left. Before a long cycle of silence. Jesse had a life in London; the west end; where our show would start and based on the acceptance of the audience all depended on the move to New York. I was a star so it would be a define move; but i didn’t want to move on whim all for a girl who never choose me. I was the second option and I couldn’t help but feel now I ranked the same. I was no Finn; but I also knew Rachel like the back of my hand. But I didn’t want either of us to make any rash decisions without finishing a meal, an outing together. 

“ Thank you, I’m here because of how proud I am of you, I knew you’d take stardom by storm.” A grateful expression proudness in his tone with ease; and I grinned at her. As he leaned in closer to whisper” If you did decide to be selfish what kind of bribes we talking on what New York may have that London doesn’t?” Arching brows up in a teasing manner. Of course London had many differences, but I was baiting the brunette now; to test it to see if it was the adrenaline of the night talking or if she truly wanted me around. “ I’d appreciate it Berry.” i added with a sense of lightness; teasing for us. Feelings set at bay; Jesse always loves her; there was no shutting his feelings off for her; it was Rachel she made his heart beat; our souls the same; it’s why we fit. But was timing right to utter the words I felt?

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@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Jesse knew what laid in his heart. It may have started out as a game when it came to him falling for Rachel Berry back in High School. As a means of getting close to her; to distract her right before competition, and her mother wanting me to aid in her finding the truth. But in that process he believed Rachel to be his other half. We made sense. We understood the passion of dreams, how we were willing to step on anyone in our paths to achieve what we wanted. And hurting Rachel had been the single worst decision he made. Jesse held the memory of her destroyed expression when she was egged. And Jesse never loved the way he loved her. And if the circumstances were different I’d be saying yes in a heartbeat. I missed Rachel, the way we challenged each other; the way you felt alive in her presence. But my career was important to me, I couldn’t walk away and put faith into an unknown future with Rachel. 

Tonight was dinner to celebrate her; her dreams becoming a reality, I didn’t know where her heart was; if there was option for more. Finn was always going to be her first love, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I was capable of competing with that intense undevoted love she once had with him. Hearing her words, it left that cheesy grin across his face. She wanted to be selfish here with him. And it made his heart swell up, as he nodded as he aired out. “ I know, it’s taking everything in you not to be selfish and say how much better equipped New York is for me than London..” I aired out in a teasing tone. Knowing Rachel I even wiggled my brows in a playfulness. Before I felt her hand connect with my own. And my fingers easily laced through her own. I felt that shock, that electric touch we always had; it was overpowering if we allowed it to be. The touch was small, enough to widen my features. “ Thank you Rach, I can say the same about this wonderful city. It’s made of dreams and you captured your own. You were breathtaking tonight on that stage.” Honest; eyes of love truly for him. London was home, a place he was coming his name for, and he hated the timing of us; or the idea. It felt uncertain, I was content with us being friends supporting each other. With the lost of her hand, his fingers curled at the edge of the clothed table. “ It depends could be a year, 6 months depending on how the run does, the audience likes the show.” He added his life was a day to day trail, but he’d make the time to see her; or call more; whatever Rachel felt ready for when it came to us.

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@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

A classy restaurant, the tone of intimate music playing a nice melody in the background. It was nice to be here in the City. Jesse couldn’t recall the last time he was in the city; it’s been years. Especially since he’s been working on a more independent show, an opportunity he had to work his ass off for, it didn’t just fall into his lap. He’s spent most of his time in England, it’s where his mindset was, but being with Rachel; he knew she was always left in his heart. And now getting to have a meal with her; he couldn’t help that smile that lingered upon his lips. He knew he could’ve been respectful and order a meal without meat, but it wasn’t in his body. Jesse loved meat, not that the brunette cared. 

Her tone was full of amusement and he nodded knowing we were so similar yet different. Which is probably why we molded together perfectly. As for her friends; I knew the kind of baggage being with Rachel Berry would bring. Like the judging glances of her friends, the narrative that I hadn’t changed. Jesse wasn’t looking for approval from her stuck up friends, he only cared about what she thought of him. He was still ambitious, he was still the talented cocky man he once was. But he also had sympathy, he also had a heart. And he knew Kurt was going to be his toughest critic. And he was swallowing hard now, as he brought his glass of water to his lips taking a sip. 

Once the liquor was swallowed down; the male faced the brunette; the girl he always thought about. He never once forgot who he was with her. “ I get it, he’s protective, It’s not like I’ve ever given him a reason to trust me.” The egg comment was warranted considering; the male let a light laugh escape his lips. The waiter had returned to ask for any other drinks and food orders. I took it upon myself to place our food orders, and I even ordered a bottle of their finest champagne. In honor of the beautiful Rachel Berry, once we were left alone, I had to be serious; I couldn’t get roped up in a unrequited love, I loved Rachel but she wasn’t ready for me or us yet, even if she was offering to let me crash at her loft with Kurt, in which I felt the male had a say in if I stayed or not. But I couldn’t give up my career, my opportunity in England for an unsteady thing; us. 

“ “ I don’t know Rach..” he added as he paused debating the best way to phase this. “ I like spending time with you again, seeing your talent, everything you have. But I have a show waiting for me back in London one i’m passionate about, my show didn’t fall on my lap, I had to spent critical hours for months to prepare myself, and I landed in on my own merits. I’m damn good vocally and a dancer, but in the real world, when an opportunity comes, I have to take it. I can’t put a stop on my future for one weekend of bliss, of seeing you again.” It was a hard pill to swallow; one he felt that ache form in his chest again, But he also knew if anyone would understand it was Rachel; we both were seen as attention hogs, of self-centered, of ambitious and now we both had the power to perform, to be the best and I knew she’d understand. It didn’t matter where my heart was. 

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@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Being with her again had always been in the cards. Even as simple as a shared meal. Jesse used to be the cocky agorent guy; yes he’s definitely still cocky. With reason he believed in his own talent. College he failed; couldn’t stay  focused enough, he had to do the work himself shocking right? He knew sitting in the seats of a campus classroom wasn’t for him.  Instead he had pursued his own passions, he took acting classes, he did the whole method acting parts; it was kind of fun if you asked him. He worked his ass off to land the role in London; he’s been on the mend, he’s been settling into the apartment in the city. But New York had one thing London never would. 

Her; her infectious smile, her laugh that lit up the whole room. And he missed her; but was it insane to sacrifice a career for a girl who not once made you feel unwanted but twice. Which is ultimately the why Jesse won’t give up London. This weekend was a test run in his head. And Rachel was on a high from reaching this milestone, he wanted her to feel loved and appreciated tonight. Celebration of her; the ambitious women she was; and he loved her totally. 

Sitting across from the brunette fingers held tightly against the menu as I listened to her answer; the eggplant did sound appealing, he nodded as eyes lasered focused on the contents of the menu. The restaurant played soft music in the background, the mood was set, as he lowered his menu back down to the table having made up his own mind. Offering that dazzling smile of his. “ I think I’m going to go with the Chicken Parmesan, I’ve heard good reviews of the place.” I added in more of a hash tone, not wanting to pull the eyes on the pair. He wasn’t surprised to hear her little groupies had spied that the pair had skipped out. Not that Jesse cared, the prying eyes under the lights. Kurt sending glares in his direction the only one he planned on being social with was sitting with him at this table. But they were her friends and if Jesse planned on being apart of her world again he’d have to accept the clingy crew. 

Rachel was the center of attention after all, not that he tried to step up his own game. “ Maybe, although I’d much rather not deal with Kurt and his judgment glares.” I aired out in genuine tone, before the mention of keeping me here in the city, brows pushed together as he raised an eye in her direction. It was cute; she wanted me to stick around. “ Maybe I can be tempted to stick around..” I paused as I not wanting to lead her on. “ I do have my show in London..” One I wasn’t prepared to leave unless preserved with reason.

Continued

@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Old habits die hard. Not that Jesse ever wanted this habit of his to die. Because his heart would always beat for her. Rachel had occupied his heart a long time ago; she was a missing piece; one he felt he always rode hard for. And she always chose him. The man she loved over the guy that best suited her. It stung; and did Jesse believe we’d be here now if he was here? No he was a rebound; a second choice. He wasn’t going to say it was a nice feeling because it wasn’t; it sucked. But he also knew Rachel if any fiber inside of her didn’t want to be here walking the streets of New York with him; she wouldn’t be. She left her own party for him. And that landed credit in his book. 

This restaurant was the talk of the town; the amazing food; the bread was to die for. And Jesse had his eyes peeled open for tonight; perhaps luck would be on his side. The hostess was nice; she had looked over the seating chart on his behalf; to help him score a seat; for the special lady that stood on his arm. A well smile landed on his lips as he glanced over to Rachel who did look quite content to be with him. He couldn’t help the lingered grin that layered against his lips. He loved being with her; nor was he in a place he wanted to lay out commitments; because he was heading back to England in a few short days; and who knows where either of us would find the time to talk, or remotely see the other again. All that in mind; he offered a gentle expression to the girl who had led them to their table; a confident expression; almost smug.  He winked in the brunette’s direction knowing he still had the charm on his side. He waited until Rachel had comfortably sat down across from him before he lowered himself down into the seat of his own. The male glanced down to the menu at hand. 

“ What are you in the mood for? It’s your night.” A encouraging smile as he glanced to the menu; the dinners looked amazing his mouth watering; the options were endless.

Continued

@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Time it’s way of moving on. It’s a way of finding who you’re are. The people you claim to be in the past; the people you claim to be in high school isn’t who we turn out to be now. Jesse can admit he wasn’t his best; he was selfish, conceded he only cared about his own ambitions. Not to say his own ambitions were now in the backburner because that wasn’t the truth. He had his show; he was a leading man of a west end show; which ultimately would separate the male from his now budding friendship? Possible romance? With Rachel. He wanted to keep it friendly no one needed to fall in too deep again. Hearts newly mended and all. Jesse for once didn’t come here to surprise her with some massive motivation. He just wanted her to know he saw her; the light, the stardom she held on her shoulders; that he was proud of her. 

Grant it had some hiccups along the way; he did almost get his head chewed out when he sat in that spot; a reminder regardless if his heart beat as one for her, how he felt was always going to be a second choice. Finn was her love; if he was here; would I necessarily be walking into this restaurant with Rachel now? Probably not. Not that I was afraid of the man cause I wasn’t. I could handle Rachel and her star power; not many others could say the same. It stung; but Jesse chose not to look at it; he had to cherish the time he did have with the brunette. 

A simper; a smile that had yet to leave his face since they started walking down the path, to this place, us going to dinner to purely catch up with one another. Tilting his head down his eyes landed on her head that touched his shoulder. “ I wouldn’t miss it.” Of course he wished he didn’t cut it fairly close. But he couldn’t manage flights from London well now could he? He held his tongue with the chuckle that wanted to slip through his lips. Instead he had edged closer inside. 

Clothed tables; the lights laid out at each edge of the rooms; a small candle on the counters when you entered, fancy? More intimate than the male could’ve planned. Shrugging his shoulders he wore his smug charming smile as he whispered to the girl on his arm. “ I’ve got this. Roll with it.” He knew the lines he might have to cross, pretend to get in; given the lack of tables that appeared to be available. Stepping forward his arm wrapped through her own. He stopped in front of the hostess. 

“ Table for 2.” She did her whole glance at the chart of seating, “ If you could help us out; tonight is a special night,” He uttered special and sent a wink towards Rachel; a glimmer in the corner of his eyes. A charming grin as the girl circled a table on her chart. “ You’re just in luck we have one in the back; on the back edge looking outside if that’s okay.” I nodded and she had retrieved two menus. As we stepped forward I leaned down until my lips were grazing again your ear “ I still got it Berry.” A smirk as I lifted my head. Tonight was possibility; I wanted to make it special for her; to remember her opening night. 

We learn, we want good for others; even if we get burned.

Continued

@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Feelings were funny. What motivates you to develop feelings. What attracts you to another person. Jesse wasn’t one to show vulnerability. He wasn’t one to let a wall down; for most of his live he was okay with being alone. Okay with letting his ambition drive him, letting his passion control any choice he made. When it came to Rachel Berry; he knew it had formed as a game. A way of distracting her from her fellow glee club; her desperation to be loved. Her need to be liked; her clear insecurities definitely helped out. It all started with her mother; wanting to toy with her headspace? Or was it real the desire for her mother to ensure Rachel was aware of who she was. 

I was a puppet in the game; and I lived off of humiliating others; for me it was a no brainer. Play with Rachel and dump right before competition. It was easier said then done but now that Jesse thinks about the history between us. The history of ambition how we drove each other other the edge to be better; a healthy competition. I knew it the moment I allowed myself to feel to be hurt that I also was a ploy in getting back at Finn; that damn football star. I knew I was a rebound and at the time but it still stung when I had to pick a side. I choose to hurt her. I decided to toss raw eggs at her. I allowed my friends, my team to humiliate Rachel in the parking lot. The stone cold, the hurt expression the brunette wore in front of me haunted it. It stood with me because I cared; and deep down I knew I had never experienced that kind of love for someone before. It’s why I felt jealousy with her; why I was paving a way to be a part of her life again. I was still cocky full of shit yes, but Rachel had a way of making me fall hard each time I laid eyes on her. 

Tonight it was easy to forget the history I wanted to let go; I wanted to create new memories that outshined the hurt i had caused; the hurt I had put the female through. But her friends tend to hold grudges; it was no surprise when I had felt Kurt’s glares throughout the night. He didn’t trust me and that was okay. I didn’t care for his opinion the only opinion that mattered was the girl that was currently holding on tightly to my arm. 

A soft simper continued to display on my lips especially at the eye candy retort; we we solid; we supported each other through each endeavor; broadway; competition it showed in myself I had grown. It was okay to want each win; to be a star but it was also okay to be vulnerable with someone else; to let someone in close enough. 

Each step I had to laugh to myself. The footages of the lit up streets; the music from each club or restaurant we passed; it was cute it was loud and blossoming through the night. “ After all this eye candy is going to get you through the doors; with my charm of course. Besides we wouldn’t want anyone else catching you eye.” Smooth talking he told himself as if he was going to blow this chance. Inching towards the walkway leading to the new italian place he had in mind he had led the pair across the the street until inching towards the front doors. 

It was her favorite; not that he had the thought in mind when he said the words aloud. Slowly he placed his hand on the nob to lift the door open; to escort Rachel right inside.

Continued

@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Ambitious, a go getter; it’s who Jesse always was. He was cocky and arrogant. Jesse never cared who foot he had to step on in order to get ahead. And his play in London had been one in the making for years now. He actually had to zone in on the character; do the research on his own. Lots of hours of highlighting lines, of practicing with himself before the doors opened for him. All the dreams he held; all the stardom qualities he felt he had was earned finally. His show was weeks away from opening; and this impulsive trip was only for a few days. Because he wanted to see Rachel; he wanted to hear her voice, her performances left goosebumps up and down his arms. She was a rare talent; she could reach the stars. He always believed in her, even from a distance. And given all the hardships the brunette had to overcome in the last year alone was inspiring. She never gave up; she never let her own emotions get the best of her. Instead she used all her emotions and created something beautiful. Jesse knew he didn’t have to defend himself to her; Rachel of all people would get it. 

You hold onto stardom and never let go when it finds you. Not that the offering of sticking around in the big apple wasn’t appealing. Because it was; or the company was. He nodded his head along to her comment knowing she was right. We work day and down to perform, no relationship or the possibility of a relationship was worth the risk of letting a dream go. Even if the girl was Rachel Berry. Perhaps in another world; we’d be here performing together. It was wistful thinking. The male stood on the pavement; eyes darting around the streets. 

Flashing lights from the streets. Blazing of music the beats forming from the opening and closing of the venue doors. We escaped; it was like Jesse was holding his breath. Waiting for one of Rachel’s annoying friends to catch the pair in the act. Jesse was honest he did want the brunette alone. He’d held his tongue; he’s played nice with those glee losers for an hour down; he wanted to pull his hair out; now it was time for him to bask in the presence of Rachel Berry. A lingered smirk rested upon his lips as he arched brows up. “ Is that so Berry, were you just waiting for the chance for me to get you out of there?” A teasing retort as fingers firmly laced through her own. 

The male tugged her down the pavements; the night was calling; just us no judgeful eyes; two people wanting to rediscover the other again. A thought crossed his mind as he answered. “ There is this Italian restaurant I’ve been wanting to try, and seeing as we’re dressed for the occasion we should give it a shot.” Fancy dressed was his meaning; and now Jesse decided food was definitely on the mind; he barely ate from the second he hopped on the plane and made it to the city for her besides a meal could be the great excuse to test the waters. 

Continued

@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips. 

[ofdropeggsonher]

Continued

@swornoffofeggs

As teenagers you always believe you have your priorities planned out. You always think the big dreams are going to fall into place. Jesse can admit he was selfish, he was the guy that only looked out for himself. He was the star of vocal adrenaline, he only wanted to be the best. And that meant hurting others he never planned on caring about in the process. He saw it as a game; he knew of Rachel when he not so accidentally ran into her in that music store, it was a plan one Shelbey and him had orchestrated. He needed Rachel to fall for him, be distracted, she was his only real competition. And even to this day he knew it had stopped being a game the more he got to know her; the way he saw her smile when he held her hand. When she laughed at his lame jokes when we watched grease. But he was in too deep; and the only way out was for Rachel to hate him. To believe it was all a game, to believe he never liked her. She was annoying, selfish but the truth was she was the one that he fell hard for. 

Each time he found a way to end up back in Lima; he wanted to see her. She had big ambitious dreams, and he wanted her to achieve everything she wanted. It fell right into her lap, the performing arts school; with his aid of course. But that was a story for another time. And Funny Girl; she was the youngest star in the making; and he felt proud of her. It was rare he’d ever admit someone was just as talented as him but Rachel lit the candle. It was a shame the stars weren’t lining up for the pair. 

His passion, his everyday work was in London; we opened shows in a few weeks, and he never expected to feel this strongly upon seeing her again. Upon hearing her voice, it made goosebumps form on his arms. To hold her in his arms again, he felt the racing of his chest as we swayed to the music. I heard it in her voice, she was happy for me, just as I was for her. But there was a hint of sadness realizing whatever we attempted to start tonight; and in the next few days was pointless. But the ache in my heart formed at the thought of not taking my shot. I was here for her; I wanted to hold her hand; tell her how remarkable talented she was as long as I could. The night was young; once we escaped this party the night was ours. 

A smile hinted at the corners of his lips as he dropped his hand from around her waist, the one he still had wrapped around her smaller palm. “ Well the reviews are out on that one. We open in a few weeks, and I’d hate to bail just because I found a better offer.” A tease written in his voice. As he glanced down to meet her gaze. Brief before he tugged the brunette through the mountains of crowded people. Bodies pushed up against us until we pushed through the swinging doors. The slight breeze hitting my face as we landed outside. Cars lined up against the curbs. The people chatting as they crossed streets; some attempting to march into the after party; not that I cared. I got away from prying eyes, I got away from the judgy looks. Now it was only us; me being the trouble in this situation. 

Hands dropping to my side, I kept my fingers locked in hers; letting Rachel decide if she wanted to let go. Tilting his head down narrowing eyes on her. “ As much as I love you having your own driver on the wait for us, I think walking would be best.” Pausing as he leaned down until lips were inches from her ear. “ Besides I’d rather have you to myself Berry.” A whisper against her ear before he lifted his head up with a smirk landing on bare lips.