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grandiosely) wrote2021-02-21 06:06 pm
grandiosely) wrote2021-02-21 06:06 pm
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Jesse St. James
Rachel Berry
WHERE New York City, NY • Rachel & Jesse's Apartment
say you'll never leave me no matter what
Rachel forgets her phone at home and Jesse sees that she's been keeping some things from him.WARNINGS Implications of potential cheating
Jesse's not exactly unaccustomed to Rachel Berry's drama. It's been one of those things things that he often loves her most for, even if the times that it impacts his own life can be such a headache. She has a bad habit of making mountains out of mole hills and always trying to make sure she's the one who breaks a heart instead of having her heart broken. Jesse's sure there's a bunch of psychological reasonings behind it, but he's never been book smart, and he's not particularly interested in trying to analyze his girlfriend anyway.
He's been busy. Extremely busy. Eight shows a week they're both used to, even with her school schedule, but since the rumors of a Tony nomination were getting closer to being fact rather than just suspicion, Jesse's had to deal with interviews and meetings with his agent on his days off, or in the mornings and early afternoons he used to have free before he went to the theatre. It had taken a toll on the time he got to spend with Rachel and he knew that she struggled with things when she had a lack of attention or physical affection, even he was getting a little grouchy about the impact it had had on their sex life. He was just so tired...
Jesse had been somewhat relieved when Rachel had mentioned making plans with friends. The last thing he needed was for her to be sitting around the apartment just waiting for him. Getting out would keep her out of her head, he'd thought, and that was best for everyone. She was the most dangerous to her own happiness when she was bored and left to think about it all too much. He had texted her when he had managed to get out of a meeting with a reporter early and had been a little concerned when he didn't get an answer. Luckily he was close to home and it wasn't too long after, as he hung his coat up in the hall, that he noticed her own phone sitting on the kitchen counter. He shook his head, knowing she must have been in a rush, and wasn't left to think much on it until it had started pinging more than once. He'd just planned on switching it over to silent mode when he noticed the name. He didn't recognize it, but the flirtatious comment followed by a cheesy wink emoji had certainly gotten his attention.
He could have opened the phone. He could have looked through the history of text messages with this guy and seen just how often flirting with his girlfriend was part of their repertoire. But Jesse liked to believe that Rachel would tell him anything, especially when pressed, and so he hoped it would continue here. He was sitting on one of the stools at the counter, drinking a beer, and staring at her phone when he heard the door finally open. Looking up, he waited until she'd gotten a little farther inside, before he cleared his throat.
"So uh..." He bites his lip, before pushing her phone a little closer to her. "Who's Brandon?"
He's been busy. Extremely busy. Eight shows a week they're both used to, even with her school schedule, but since the rumors of a Tony nomination were getting closer to being fact rather than just suspicion, Jesse's had to deal with interviews and meetings with his agent on his days off, or in the mornings and early afternoons he used to have free before he went to the theatre. It had taken a toll on the time he got to spend with Rachel and he knew that she struggled with things when she had a lack of attention or physical affection, even he was getting a little grouchy about the impact it had had on their sex life. He was just so tired...
Jesse had been somewhat relieved when Rachel had mentioned making plans with friends. The last thing he needed was for her to be sitting around the apartment just waiting for him. Getting out would keep her out of her head, he'd thought, and that was best for everyone. She was the most dangerous to her own happiness when she was bored and left to think about it all too much. He had texted her when he had managed to get out of a meeting with a reporter early and had been a little concerned when he didn't get an answer. Luckily he was close to home and it wasn't too long after, as he hung his coat up in the hall, that he noticed her own phone sitting on the kitchen counter. He shook his head, knowing she must have been in a rush, and wasn't left to think much on it until it had started pinging more than once. He'd just planned on switching it over to silent mode when he noticed the name. He didn't recognize it, but the flirtatious comment followed by a cheesy wink emoji had certainly gotten his attention.
He could have opened the phone. He could have looked through the history of text messages with this guy and seen just how often flirting with his girlfriend was part of their repertoire. But Jesse liked to believe that Rachel would tell him anything, especially when pressed, and so he hoped it would continue here. He was sitting on one of the stools at the counter, drinking a beer, and staring at her phone when he heard the door finally open. Looking up, he waited until she'd gotten a little farther inside, before he cleared his throat.
"So uh..." He bites his lip, before pushing her phone a little closer to her. "Who's Brandon?"
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He lets out a small whine when she pulls on his lip and away from the kiss, his breath coming heavier than it had been before. He feels his heart pounding, both in his chest and in his erection, and he feels like he could lose it just from having her press down against him again.
“It’s always been the effect you have on me,” he mutters. It wasn’t entirely false, either. Even when they were teenagers he was constantly straining against the fabric of his jeans as they made out in her bed.