#wayoutfinn

[thiswildekitkat]

IMESSAGE 📲 HUDWILDE

Kitty: Hey you.

Kitty: What are you up to?

[serpentjesse-blog]

TEXT ✉️ FINNESS

Jesse: You can’t pull off a deep V neckline, Hudson.

Jesse: In fact, you can’t pull off much of anything. Best to just cover it all up with a burka or something.

Jesse: Or better yet, just stop going out into public all together.

[serpentjesse-blog]

F2F ✏️ FINNESS

Jesse was not entirely sure how he ended up on an old, crappy bar stool inside of a dingy bar in Detroit, Michigan, contemplating taking his first sip of alcohol in 4 years, but he knew damn well that it had something to do with the fact that he was raised emotionally stunted and lacked personal intimacy. His psychiatrist had told him that before, he thought, that he would never be close to people if he was never truly honest with them. But the only time he ever found himself being honest was under the influence of some sort of toxin. Giving up the drugs and alcohol that his mid-20′s relied on was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he’d damn well done it to save his career. And now that he was a part of Way Out, things were supposed to be getting better -- and they were. Sort of. They were stable at least.

Until Tina Cohen-Chang and Rachel Berry became more permanent residence in his life.

Staring down at the rim of his almost-empty water glass (which he had ordered even with the glare of the barmaid), Jesse almost hadn’t noticed his most bitter rival walk into the glowing atmosphere of the bar. It was loud, and there were too many people, and the only way to get himself in the spirit to fight was --

“Two shots of tequila, please.” Jesse tipped his fingers to the barmaid and watched as Finn Hudson made his way to other end of the counter. The two small glasses were placed in front of him and he downed them each in one swig. The burning sensation made his chest ache, and it was just as good as he remembered. With a grin, Jesse cupped his hands around sculpted lips and called to the large oaf, “Well well -- look what the cat dragged in, Hudson. What ever are you doing here?”