A panel of piano keys laid before him and all that he could focus on was what he'd plan to do this evening and if someone was watching him. After all, he was at McKinley more than usual now these days. So it wouldn't be a surprise if he was confused for a student of the sorts.

Brown curly locks was brushed back neatly, but now slowly straying away as he stared at the keys. His fingers trembling slightly before he began to play a slow song on the piano. Jesse St. James was not one for feelings, yet he displayed such fake ones on stage as if he had been through so much in real life when in reality...he hasn't.

To his surprise, there was someone outside of the door just watching him. How his shoulders would tense up and loosen along with the mood of the minor song. The way his curls fell back when he jerked his head back and smiled to himself as he sang a few words under his breath. Jesse St. James might've been a cocky bastard, but one thing was for sure, he had talent.

When Jesse looked up, his gaze darted toward the door to the back of him. A blurred figure quickly darting out of sight at the note of Jesse finally realizing how he wasn't exactly with company, but not alone at the same time. Getting up, Jesse swung a pack over his shoulder and began to head toward the door.

He needed to clear his mind of something that was bothering him for quite sometime now. Something that left his mouth dry and his head confused. A certain event and a certain someone that made his heart grow icy cold, and have the ache to forget about them. Jesse was relying on Rachel to make him forget. She was everything to him, anyway. Pretty, talented, and outgoing. Who didn't love that?

The halls were empty and it smelled of sharpened pencils, cleaning supplies, and plastic. Jesse's nose scrunched up for a moment to ignore the intake of scents before focusing on the hallway. He persued toward where the figure he thought was located, but if he wouldn't find that person then he'd might as well go straight back home to his own life. This wasn't some mystery novel anyway. So why was he searching?

Upon the short walk he took toward the entrance of the school, he heard a few notes being played from the comfort of the auditiorium. Jesse smirked to himself and pushed open the doors. Maybe it was Rachel who had been watching him and decided it be best to store out here as if she did nothing. To his surprise, he saw not Rachel, but the petite male tenor on stage with his gaze near the roof. A song pouring out from his vocal chords while the piano was being occupied by non-other than that piano man whose name slipped Jesse's mind.

Being an intense performer, he wasn't too impressed by Kurt's lack of movement. Although his voice was near astonishing, Jesse just smiled. He wouldn't let memories cloud his thoughts, he refused to. Kurt's eyes locked on to Jesse's for the quickest moment before he out stretched his hands as his note grew higher. His eyes shut closed and his fingers rolled into his pink palms. Jesse remained focused on everything that the smaller male did. From notes to gestures.

When the song finished, Kurt snapped out of his "broadway show-daze", and stared directly at Jesse with a critical look on his features. "St. James," he said, arms crossing over his chest as if ready to question his arrival.

"I, for one, am a big fan of classic show tunes," Jesse began as he walked up the stage after dropping off his bag. "But when you sing such a song as that, you need the passion that she bared, the bold exterior she had. Own the role, be the role," he advised with a soft grin.

Kurt's confused expression snapped to anger. His hand raising to point at the door. "Out, get out," he demanded. It was never going to be the same between them. Everything they had was crumbled and tossed out like Sunday's newspaper.

Jesse simply stared at this with amusement, nearing closer. He loved the way that Kurt seemed so strong, but deep down Kurt was just soft and broken. Tainted and shattered from the inside and slowly seeping out. His fingers trailed up to that hand and he tilted his head. "And if I don't?" he near challenged.

What they had was like the forbidden fruit. One night of lust. He was the reason why Kurt and Blaine started fighting and having trust issues with eachother. Jesse was the one mashing Kurt into putty within his hands. Not either spoke of what they had, in hopes that one day it would just fade away like everything else. Now Jesse was breaking Kurt all over again. His relationship with Rachel was almost making Kurt grow envious, because they had something he lost. Love. "Jesse St. James I said get out of here before I-.." his eyes dilated, staring at the darker hues. Rage swelling inside of him as well as depression.

"You?" Jesse quirked a brow, making Kurt's eyes begin to grow red. Why had Kurt been so stupid to give himself away to such a jerk like him? They hated eachother, so why was this game going on between them. Well- not game, but situation. Kurt didn't say anything else, he was afraid that if he did then he would break. What they had now was over and Kurt just had to realize this. The smaller turned on his heel and darted off stage, falling apart.

They both knew they loved eachother, but did nothing about it. Love had always been mistaken as hatred. That's how all bonds usually began.

Authors Note: Thanks in advance to the youtuber "MachineryOfNight" for inspiring me to begin this fanfic between the two fabulous males in this series. If you haven't seen the video that corresponds to this fanfic, then please do so! It will help you understand what will be going on in this plot.