I've always felt there wasn't enough JessexKurt going around, so I decided to give it my own try. Please be gentle, this is my first Fanfiction, but let me know if you enjoyed reading and I'll continue.

~ Enjoy x x x

Here's the thing, Jesse St James doesn't do speechless.

He can respect someone's talent, perhaps even give them a smile or a pleasant nod to reassure whoever was performing at that moment that the incredibly talented and near perfect Jesse St James approved of their efforts. But not once had the star of Vocal Adrenaline lost the ability of speech through another's performance, not even Shelby Corcoran had achieved that honour; let alone the mediocre talent, in Jesse's eyes anyway, that seemed to fill the rather cramped space of the New Directions rehearsal room.

Yet there he was with his mouth hung open with a look that was borderline moronic, a look that Hudson already seemed to master naturally, as his brown eyes lingered on soft lips and pale, freckled skin, skin that Jesse, right there and then, decided was the same colour as the angels. Kurt Hummel had never really crossed the baritone's mind with any real significance until this point, having heard from Rachel that he was the 'sarcastic one' who spent his time making comments about Rachel and her sheer dire need for a makeover in both fashion and in personality. Plus, it seemed New Directions coach Schuester was determined for no glee club member, except Rachel and that ogre of a boy, to get any type of solo or significant part, so Jesse had simply placed the boy under the category of "all bark and no talent" and had moved on. Clearly from just the thirty seconds in which he had been singing, Jesse had made a miscalculation – a major miscalculation.

Jesse liked to think he had people figured out, that he could predict their actions to such a degree that he was always ahead of the game, after all, he was a spy, his job was to make sure he knew everything he needed to and nobody knew enough about him. But even this way of thinking was disrupted by Kurt Hummel, who chose 'Tears in Heaven' by Eric Clapton for his choice of song, no show tunes, no overly dramatic hand gestures or over powering notes that were simply too big for such a room; the song was simple in comparison to the boy's usual choice and that's was driving Jesse crazy. The song was simple; it was a sad, romantic song that should have gotten nothing more than a smile at best from the overly confident senior. But instead, Kurt's soft, almost pure voice ringing through the room had Jesse shifting in his seat and his eyelids fluttering as he tried to ignore the tight feeling in his stomach and the numb feeling in his legs as his ears surrendered to the beauty that was Kurt's voice.

Jesse was barely able to register the last note that escaped the soprano's lips, too caught up in his sheer amazement and rather dazed state to notice Kurt's casual flick of his hair and small bow he gave. It was only through the other members clapping and the few cheers Kurt was able to snag, that Jesse returned to the world of the living and silently clapped along, managing to restrain himself from clapping a little too hard or getting on his feet and demanding an encore. Kurt's eyes seemed to briefly linger over every club member, offering them the same casual, proud smirk he always did, until the soprano's eyes landed on a particular person and that smirk turned into an almost childlike, excitable smile. Jesse's eyes followed that of Kurt's, attempting to find which member had broken the boy's facade and when he finally locked onto the individual, Jesse felt his stomach drop rather suddenly and his knuckles turned white as he tightened his hand into a fist. Finn Hudson. Jesse could practically feel the desire to punch the goofy faced buffoon overwhelming his mind and if he hadn't been so used to hiding real feelings and putting on a 'show face', he would have perhaps done exactly that. Seriously, Hudson was the one making Kurt's face as red as a tomatoes as he hurried back to his seat in a rather giddy fashion? Jesse had disliked the boy when he had been trying to seduce Rachel, since his prior romance with her was going to make his job all that more difficult, but seeing the way he had been able to make Kurt look so vulnerable without even trying made him simply hate the other boy.

"Awesome job Kurt, remember guys, sometimes simplicity works the best, now who's up next?"

Jesse didn't even have to look around, knowing Rachel hand would be up before Schuester could even finish his sentence and so he slipped his hand from her shoulder, where it had been casually resting for the past twenty minutes or so. Practically sprinting to the front of the room, Jesse found his mind drifting away from Rachel's ramblings as she tried to explain her song choice and why it was, without question, the perfect song for the assignment they had been set. Glancing around, Jesse could see that few of the members were showing any real interest in what Rachel was saying, in fact, Finn seemed to be the only one who cared she was even talking, though Jesse guessed he didn't have any clue what she was even talking about. Still, Jesse was meant to be her supposed boyfriend, which meant he had to at least try and play the part and while that would normally be easy for the triple threat senior, Kurt's voice was still ringing in his ears and that soft face was continuing to cloud his mind, as well as the bitterness he felt in his mouth at the look Kurt had given Hudson, a look that ape of a boy did not deserve to receive in Jesse's opinion.

Another thing Jesse St James didn't do – jealousy.

Why on earth would someone like him need to get jealous? He was the star of the most respected and feared show choir in all of Ohio, his social status was one of the best, he already had a full ride to the University of California: Los Angeles, he got practically every girl he tried to get and, without inflating his ego too much, he knew he was a good looking guy who would inevitably be the star on Broadway that he was destined to be. So how had that small, almost insignificant interaction between Kurt and Finn got Jesse so worked up that even he and his incredible acting abilities couldn't hide the sheer look of dislike and disgust he shot Hudson? Jesse, for once, had no response to his own question and could only divert his gaze from the two other boys and tried to focus on Rachel's song choice; Taking Chances by Celine Dion, how very predictable.

Losing interest fast, Jesse found his eyes sliding over to Kurt Hummel's seat once again, which was naturally located next to Mercedes Jones, the other major diva within the group. Neither one appeared to be particularly interested in Rachel's song choice or her performance, but while Mercedes was busy flipping through her phone and grinning at a few texts, Kurt's eyes were busy lingering on that damn quarterback, a look of longing and affection in those usually cold and collected blue eyes of his. Jesse couldn't help but scowl once more, but unlike last time where Hudson had been clueless to the sour look on his face, Kurt caught it rather quickly and responded with the loss of that soft expression and raising of his eyebrow, as if daring Jesse to try and make a comment about his disapproval of what he had just seen.

That was what really bugged Jesse St James.

The fact that Finn Hudson of all people got those lovey dovey eyes from the fashionable soprano and all Jesse got was a raised eyebrow and some attitude, as if he was just any other guy and of no interest to the potential star. Turning back in his seat, he did his best to hide the scowl on his face and shot Rachel a pleasant smile during her performance, earning him a large grin in response and an excitable quiver erupting from her voice as she carried on. How Jesse would long for Kurt to act the same as her whenever he smiled at him, god knows how he would react from just a single kiss...

'Damn it, pull yourself together St James! You are here for a reason, stick to the plan and you'll be fine...'

Ah yes, his coach Shelby Corcoran's master plan, one that had taken even Jesse St James by surprise. As his eyes lingered back to Rachel, Jesse could see the similarities in a heartbeat, but still, that didn't take away from the shock to know that Shelby had a daughter and it was Rachel Berry of all people. Nevertheless, Jesse was a little relieved that the reason for his spying hadn't been to destroy New Directions from the inside. As much as he didn't like Rachel in that kind of way, he had grown fond of her and didn't want to see her hurt, especially when the very tender issue of her mother was on the line. That was what he was here for, to make sure Rachel and Shelby could form a relationship rather than wait another two years just to get passed that damn contract she had signed with Rachel's dads. Besides, he'd only be here another week or so before he would head back to Vocal Adrenaline and all this would be behind him, so what point was there in even trying to get close to Hummel?

But as they say, when inspiration strikes, you take it – and suddenly, Jesse St James had an idea that was both brilliant and truly cruel that even the senior questioned its moral reasoning, but only for a second. Kurt wanted to be as big of a star as Rachel, did he not? Perhaps then he may be susceptible to leaving his small town Glee club and come along and join the big boys, where he belonged. Still, Jesse had felt bad originally at the idea of sabotaging New Directions before they even got a chance to perform, so how could he justify it now? However, such reasoning seemed to fly out the window as his brown eyes caught sight of Kurt bashfully glancing at Hudson, before quickly looking down at his feet, as if he was some kind of shy, ashamed school girl.

Now Jesse St James may not do speechless and he may not do jealousy, but he did do competition.

Come two weeks, Kurt Hummel would be his and they would both be claiming Regionals for Jesse's third and consecutive win and there was not a damn thing anyone, especially Hudson, could do to stop that from happening.