They say that there are five stages to grief, and honestly, Jesse probably went through every single one of them in the two minutes it had taken to watch Rachel’s travesty of her glee assignment.
At first - obviously - Jesse couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was fairly certain Finn and Puck had felt the same way. Each one of them had thought they were the only ones in the video, and it was shocking to learn that was not the case.
Anger, well maybe Jesse was still stuck on this stage. Because not only had he been triple-cast, he’d also had to deal with the subsequent break up and while he’d claimed to be heartbroken, the truth was that he was just so pissed that he couldn’t think straight.
He’d kind of glossed over the bargaining and depression stages, although Jesse was sure that if he delved deep enough into some psychology or whatever, he’d find he went through those too.
Which lead him to acceptance. He was no longer with Rachel and what was worse, was that Jesse was forced to accept that Finn and Puck were actually decent performers. Better than decent, really. They were good. Especially Puck, and honestly, Jesse didn’t see that one coming. At all.
So instead of getting drunk like he wanted to do, Jesse found himself at Puck’s house, rocking back on the masculine heels of his designer boots and waiting for the dumbass to open the door.
“I know you’re in there, Puck,” Jesse called, leaning over to look in the window, “I can smell your waffles.”
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