#* jesse

[tcintedsvcrets]

jake 📱jesse

Jake: i'm sorry, man Jake: i'm really, truly, sorry

[qvietinfvrno]

@postremorisu​ - jesse Marzan Mansion

After seven years, Maggie still wasn’t entirely sure how the rest of the family saw her. Undoubtedly, she’d heard the whispers of those in the coven who’d damned her right along with her uncle and since the fateful day they’d discovered the atrocities that he’d committed and since they’d begun, she felt the full weight of such guilt. It was any wonder that she found enough courage now to approach Jesse at all. Ever the spitting image of his father, it made it difficult to remember they were near nothing alike. “You’re here alone?” She questioned, a little uncertain as to whether she was breaching territory that was truly none of her business, but it seemed a little less confrontational than anything else that twisted up in her throat. 

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daniela 📱 jesse

daniela: your office daniela: one hour - two minutes later - daniela: are you okay?

[askrachelberry]

Rachel hadn't realized just how many members of local show choirs Sebastian knew. It seemed like there was someone from every major group in the area at his birthday party, with the Warblers (of course), New Directions, and Troubletones well represented.

So it really shouldn't have surprised her that Vocal Adrenaline would have a solid showing too. And yet Jesse St. James's presence was unexpected.

"Jesse."

His name falling from her lips was enough to get his attention, it seemed. One brief moment of eye contact and her journey to the photobooth was temporarily abandoned.

But what was she meant to say next? No one at McKinley knew about their secret rendezvous, a necessity given that in the end they'd likely be each other's fiercest competition, but she couldn't find it in her to act as though they were essentially strangers. One look at her phone would make it very clear that they were anything but. One look at her face, even. So what topic was safe?

"Dashing as ever," she remarked, immediately aware of the fact that the path she'd chosen was not one she should continue down. What was a more platonic topic? Something that wouldn't have passersby thinking wow, those two have definitely kissed.

"Alas, with the DJ firmly in place, it appears there are no performance opportunities at this party."

@askjesse

[askrachelberry]

Rachel Berry wasn't a partier.

An occasional gala for a good cause with her dads or as the entertainment? Sure. A small get-together with close friends? Great. A cast party at Chili's or Breadstix after opening and/or closing? 100%. But a college party, complete with red solo cups, a handful of attendees who'd slushied her within the past month, and a live band was very much not her scene.

Which made it all the more surprising that Rachel had chosen to attend Dottie Kazatori's birthday party.

Had they ever even spoken? No. But she'd heard murmurings about the party throughout the halls of McKinley and had decided to invite herself. Dottie seemed nice enough - surely she wouldn't mind. And Rachel needed the opportunity to interact with her peers outside of show choir in order to "humanize" herself. She couldn't make a play for co-captain unless she was safe in the knowledge that people would vote for her. That required getting to know them.

So she'd had a few chats, learned a few things, and begun to call it a night... until the band took a break. And the microphone remained dangerously unmanned.

She'd been so good that night, truly. She'd tried to actually dress like a Twilight character (who is Jessica?), managed some good conversations, and hadn't yet sung a single note. Did she not deserve a little treat? Just one musical moment?

Pulling up the karaoke version of a song she'd recently been informed originated from the Twilight soundtrack, Rachel was just about to try and send the song to the nearest Bluetooth speaker when a familiar face popped up near the mic.

"Oh," she paused, intrigued by the sudden presence of none other than Jesse St. James. "Were you also planning to...?"

@askjesse

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@oculiaperticlausi - jesse

There was no real telling what Jesse might do when he came home to find Jake sitting upon the front step, an opened bottle of whiskey sitting beside him as he waited - silently. Truthfully, Jake still wasn't sure what space they were in; talking, yes.. but beyond that, he didn't know what opinion his former best friend had of him. In lieu of losing two of his employees, however, Jake chose to forgo caring. Choosing to be there for him instead. "Drink?" He asked as the tall shadow of Jesse loomed ever closer, cracking the lid and holding it out for him, "I'm betting you need it."

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@oculiaperticlausi - jesse

"You've been here three times this week." It wasn't much of an observation, he'd asked to be notified of all the people who came to visit his sister while she was under observation following her recent overdose. 'I didn't know you and Kota were close, Jesse." And though he wouldn't outright voice it, he didn't like it.