Here's a new story that popped out in an attempt to find inspiration for chapter 19 of YHIML. I just had to write it.

It's completely AU from the end of season two and on. Jesse never came back for junior prom and he didn't reconnect with Rachel in any way. Although, Rachel did get back together with Finn at Nationals. And I'm planning on following through with scorned Quinn unlike the canon did. Also, I really don't know which way I'm going to go with this, so I don't know how to pair this. But it isn't a Finchel or a Faberry, that is for sure. Watch out for a completely asshole version of Jesse St. James.

I hope you like this. Enjoy!


I.

Jesse stepped out of his SUV. Los Angeles was still so fucking hot. He smirked as he put on his sunglasses and walked towards the building. He checked his phone for any new messages. It was overflown with texts and phone calls from his office. He straightened up his suit jacket just as he walked inside and stepped into the elevator. He nodded to his secretary once he was finally on his floor and she followed him inside his office.

"Mr. St. James, Laura Matthews called again. She left you a message." He frowned. Laura. Such a pretty name for such an ugly face. She was a girl that had been tracking him down. Wanted him to represent her. And although he had heard her sing in the beginning and she did have a beautiful voice, her looks just wouldn't do.

"If she calls again, tell her I'm in a meeting. For eternity." The last part he mumbled under his breath. Then, he dismissed his gorgeous secretary and watched her leave his office.

He took his sunglasses off now, watching his giant window and the city below him. He loved it here. After UCLA didn't work out for him, he realized one of the most painful and eye-opening truths of his life: performing wasn't a future for him. He loved to sing and even more, he loved to dance. But he just didn't see his future as one of those stars. However, he realized soon after that he was excellent at criticizing people, more so, he knew how to get people to the next level.

He had always admired Shelby Corcoran for the ability she had at making people feel like their utter best wasn't good enough. He realized that his true passion wasn't really singing, it was pushing for excellence, in everything.

With a smirk still on his face he lighted up a cigarette as he stepped onto his terrace. Yeah, smoking was a habit he had no pride in, but he liked it. And now that his life wasn't centered around his voice and talent, he could finally enjoy one of his guilty pleasures.

Jesse had gambled everything he had. His trust-fund, savings and reputation had all been put on his business. At age twenty-one he finally realized that he had made it. After flunking out of college, he had the vision of being the best at what he had soon realized was another way of looking at talent. His first client had been Cathy Heights. A girl from the Midwest who had come to LA to fulfill her dreams, much like he had. She had the voice of an angel and the body of one too. With money and connections, he helped her clean up and star in a television pilot that was the talk of America for a month. And just as Cathy had gone insanely famous with her TV show, she mentioned and thanked her brilliant agent Jesse St. James in an interview that was streaming nationwide.

He got lucky. Sure. But he wasn't going to stop.

A year later, he was running one of the up and coming agencies in LA. He got hundreds of auditions tapes every day. Hundreds of people would come in to be interviewed by him. Now, it wasn't only Cathy Heights he had had helped move into fame, a variety of several other lucky people he had helped and now represented were selling records or staring in shows, playing in concerts, acting in Broadway. And luck had nothing to do with it. He was just extremely good at what he did.

Jesse finished his cigarette with that last thought. He walked back inside and sat on his leather brown chair. He opened his laptop and checked his email. While he was reading yet another mail from a desperate girl trying to get his attention, his secretary walked in.

"Sorry, but Mr. Remimberg is on line two for you." He nodded curtly and picked up the phone, rolling his eyes as he did so.

Mr. Remimberg was one of his associates, the most important one. He had invested into Jesse's business and had the idea that he could tell him how to run it. Jesse St. James didn't like to be bossed around, not anymore that is.

"Jon, how you doin'?" He asked, in an attempt to sound actually glad that the old idiot had called.

"Fine, Jesse, thanks. Sorry to interrupt your busy day." Jon Remimberg said. Jesse knew that his associate actually didn't really mind about anyone's time but his.

"No, it's okay. I always have time for my partners. So, what's the pressing matter?" He got to the chase. He didn't want to actually make him think he enjoyed talking to him.

"I got a look at your numbers earlier today. Got to say, kid, not very impressed." Jesse pursed his lips.

"We're not in the reds." He said, extremely serious, trying to get himself out of this one. Plus, he didn't much appreciate that bastard making him feel small.

"Well, yeah, that's a good thing. Still, I like to see my money doing well. Right now, my money is your company, St. James." Jesse cleared his throat at his words.

He hated Jon Remimberg with every fiber of his being, but he needed his money. In spite of the large sum that had been his trust-fund, he needed backup and had found himself in the need of accepting the money. Now, as a payment, he had to be polite and ease up the worries of an old rich man.

"You know you couldn't have invested your money in a better place." He assured.

"I hope so. I checked with my PR people and they said you haven't signed anyone in a month. That's not going to bring money in."

"Even LA sometimes runs out of new talents." Jesse stated frankly. He had been searching for months and still, all he found were girls seeking to be America's next top model. He always told them they would do better in porn. None of them had been very talented at doing anything, with the exception of doing him.

"So what? The world isn't LA. Go out there and find me some new talent. Some new money." Mr. Remimberg said, like it was so easy.

"And then what? Move them back here with a suitcase full of glitter?" He paused and chuckled. "I don't have the money to do that." He admitted, nor did he had any intention of doing that.

Frankly, it wasn't such a bad idea to seek beyond state limits. But to tour around the country was expensive, and even if he just limited himself to one place, Jesse preferred to spend his earnings elsewhere. And also, moving a person to LA wasn't cheap either.

"But I do. Maybe I can finance this little trip, with the only condition that you bring back a fine moneymaker." Jesse raised his brow at the proposal.

"Really?" He asked evenly. Not a touch of amazement. "What about this hypothetical new subject, his or her accommodations as well?"

"Of course, that too. I told you, St. James, my money is with your company now. And if it doesn't do good, I'd rather not have it in there."

"I'll tell you what, I'll think about it and get back to you tomorrow." He replied easily and without a word of goodbye hanged up the phone.


He was thinking late at night about the offer. Jesse didn't really know what was there to think so much about. He knew he was going to say yes. But he didn't like the idea of that old fuck telling him what to do to keep his company afloat. Less of all letting him pay for everything. Sure, he could travel to some very inexpensive place. He was sure that he would find what he was looking for in no time, but the technicalities were what took time. And of course, he wasn't sure if he was ready to spend a month outside of what he now called home. He loved Los Angeles. And any other weather wouldn't suffice. Any other skyline, not even New York's.

He shut his eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure washed over him. He took another drag from his cigarette and looked intently into the eyes of the girl who was sucking him off. She was completely naked and certainly knew what she was doing with that mouth. But still, Jesse's boredom overwhelmed him to no end. She was just another blonde bimbo in his list.

She whimpered as he grabbed her hair into his hand and pushed her head further. Her soft lips around his cock felt amazing, but it wasn't enough to take him to the edge. He had the need to groan out of frustration. Jesse put out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him and instantly pulled the girl onto her feet.

He turned her around and bended her over his bed, trying to feel something more than empty arousal. He pushed himself inside of her in one quick motion; he felt how wet she was, how tight. He grabbed her hips and started pulling her towards him with every thrust. Her skin was soft, and she was really beautiful. The sounds she made, and the eventual cry of his name got him going.

New York wouldn't be a good place to go find the person he was looking for. He needed raw talent, something nobody had seen before. A dancer, a singer and an actor. He needed someone exceptional, much like he had been before. He wouldn't be willing to go to the swamp that was Florida, and the weather in the southern bordering states was too dry for his taste. Yeah, he was searching for a star, but his own commodities were to be thought upon too.

"Oh, god!" The pitchy voice of the girl fucking him startled him. It was like he had forgotten what he was doing and now was on autopilot. The girl's ass slammed against him faster. She was having her own party with him.

He closed his eyes again and let a noise escape his mouth. The way the girl was clenching around him was not going to go unnoticed. Finally, he got it. Ohio.

Now she had turned around and was kissing his neck. Not realizing his lack of enthusiasm. She bit his skin and brought him back to reality. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest. His hands were on her ass and bringing her closer to him. He lifted her up and laid her down on his bed, his body on top of hers. His mouth lowered to her breasts, his mouth licking and sucking her nipples, making her shiver and moan slightly. He went back to chastely kiss her on the mouth as he entered her again.

Her smooth legs were around his waist as he got another idea. Maybe if he went back to Akron, he would be pushing the matter too far. He had heard of Vocal Adrenaline decaying around the leadership of that asshole Goolsby. And plus, he didn't really want to see his family.

Her nails digging on his back took him back again. It was a surprise that her loud screams hadn't gotten his attention. He felt her tense and yell out one last time before she came, shivering immensely under him. He got the need to roll his eyes. He was right when he told these girls they would do much better in porn.

He wanted to pull out of her that second but realized that it was actually helping him think. He kept going with his fast movements against her. Hearing her whimper once more. Her hands were around his neck now, urging him to look at her. Her hips once again meeting his rhythm. Her mouth began to suck on his earlobe. His breathing began to quicken and finally when he felt his own edge nearing, he got the answer.

Lima.


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