I can’t imagine a better gift than to graduate and be done with McKinley. A well deserved congratulations, ladies.
I’m going to get you back into shape, Jesse St. James.
I won’t stop you from trying but chances are pretty meager for me, my dear Miss Fabray.
posted 1 week ago with: 7 notesAnonymous asked: How you feeling Jesse?
I’ve had better times, anon., I’ve had better times.
posted 1 week ago with: 0 notesAnonymous asked: I miss your voice
Anonymous asked: You look incredibly handsome with your new hair Jesse..
I go back and forth, most days I wake up and enjoy the new style (it takes me a substantially shorter amount of time to get ready) but others I miss being able to run my fingers through it.
posted 1 week ago with: 0 notesSomething about the fact that customers didn’t appreciate impromptu solos when they wanted me to take their orders. Whatever. Ingrates.
I suppose I should start the job hunt tomorrow.
They’d have to let him perform then, right?
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Jesse regarded Brittany with heavy lidded, glazed over eyes, a far cry from his piercing blue gaze most were used to. He puckered his lips and tapped his chin as he mulled over Brittany’s query, “I’d say I’m aunt at a Christmas party performing Ke$ha drunk, m’dear,” he grinned in…
Jesse was vaguely aware that as Brittany rambled she took his bottle away but he really couldn’t be bothered to care because as he counted it, he now had three televisions, two of which he could sell for some money. Or he could keep them and start his hoarding early, he figured it was some way to get on television and he already had two cats.
His brown curled head lulled to the side as he looked at Brittany, after he registered the compliment, “Than’ks, means s’lot to me. But I got nothin’ anymore,” he said slowly, aware that he probably wasn’t making any sense. The vodka coursing through his system was inhibiting his rational thoughts. As he stared at Brittany’s clear blue eyes he noticed that he had a water droplet on his face, he feared it was alcohol but as he reached, clumsily, to wipe it away he noticed that his face was wet with his own tears, nothing else. His lip trembled and the last bit of pride he possessed melted away, leaving a broken, teary-eyed mess of a man.
“…I’m ‘lone… all alone…”, he cried in a broken voice as he reached his hands of to cover his face.
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posted 1 week ago with: 4 notesClumsily shutting his laptop and letting it slide to the floor, Jesse stumbled to the door to greet Brittany. As he reached for the second knob (there were currently three or four, Jesse couldn’t tell) he glanced back at his apartment as it spun into focus. There were random…
Jesse regarded Brittany with heavy lidded, glazed over eyes, a far cry from his piercing blue gaze most were used to. He puckered his lips and tapped his chin as he mulled over Brittany’s query, “I’d say I’m aunt at a Christmas party performing Ke$ha drunk, m’dear,” he grinned in what he hoped was a charming way. He watched her movements as she presented her box of crayons and a plate of sandwiches from her bag. He was extremely moved at the thought, noticing just how thoughtful and caring the girl before him was.
His brow furrowed at the thought that Brittany Pierce was probably the only person in the world to give a damn about him now, the thought made him cringe. His mother and father don’t speak to him, they had a falling out over his “career choice” a few months ago and hadn’t made contact since. Not really any different from his childhood, really. With no siblings and no extended family in close proximity, Jesse was virtually alone. He hadn’t made lasting friendships throughout his high school career, too focused on show choir and success; and he wasn’t at college long enough to befriend anyone.
His jaw clenched as a wave of sadness came over him and watched as Brittany made her way to his kitchen after handing him the sandwich. “If y’don’t mind, I’m just going to drown my sorrows in this bottle awhile longer, thanks,” he called lightly, flopping on the couch and producing his bottle of vodka which was stashed in the center cushion.
Lifting the clear liquid to his lips he took a generous swig and began humming “Another One Bites the Dust”.
