Sorry if this sucks, I just wanted to be the first one to write this- I figured someone else would want to write it. And I was like, NO! I must be first! So enjoy :)

Jesse stood outside of the moderate grey building, anxiety coursing through his veins. He was excited to start his business, but a little upset his parents demanded it be in Ohio and 'close to them' (he scoffed internally- it wasn't like they were ever home). However, as they had funded the excursion, he really had no choice in the matter. Akron it was.

That didn't mean he wasn't excited. His parents had raved about how nice the building was, and that opening it now- in that 'recession' thing- was actually an okay idea, as a lot of the other dance studios had shut down, and due to that, dance studios were in higher demand. Jesse had to shake his head at that. He did not understand business. That might have made opening the studio hard, but it wasn't that bad- he understood dancing well enough, and how hard could it be? Contact some show choirs and pay the bills- simple.

As the real-estate agent unlocked the building, Jesse waited in silent anticipation. Finally, with a loud click, the door swung open and revealed Jesse's new work place.

The first room one entered was the lobby. The front door had been solid oak (really, businesses should always have glass doors- he would have to call someone to work on that) so Jesse hadn't been able to see it before it was open. It was very eighties, with thick, navy carpet covered in multi-colored splotch designs, and the mustard-colored couched were hideous. The only thing he would keep was the large reception desk protruding from the wall- it was grey and very neutral, and it was a perfect half-circle. The walls were pleasant; a clean, creamy white. It was nice. Judging by the thick frosting of dust, it hadn't been owned in quite some time. It was a huge shock to him— the place was nice, and in a nice, populated area. How could someone not have snatched it up before him?

He swept his finger across the smooth table-top of the reception counter, grimacing as a thick cloud of dust stuck to his fingertip. He shook it off and smirked at the realtor. "It's perfect."

The realtor, a cheery, middle-age blond woman with a thick southern accent, smiled and clapped her hands. "Wonderful! Here are the keys, Mr. St. James, and if you have any questions whatsoever, just let me know!" She handed him the keys, gave his hand a firm shake, and retreated out the door quickly.

Jesse gave the room one more long, calculating look before he jogged down the hall, smiling at the three doorways, lacking actual doors, that led to the different rooms. One was large, with one wall made completely of glass, with a wonderful view of the city bustling around them. He knew it would be the popular one of the three. The floor was smooth and wooden, and although it could use a good mopping, it was perfect. The other three walls were bare- he would have to order mirrors. He would ask his uncle if he knew any construction companies that could help. The next room was larger than the first, but lacking the glass wall. It was just bare with wooden flooring. The final room was the smallest, not nearly big enough for teams to dance. It had carpeted floors, with fat corduroy couches and a sink. He would make it a lounge where kids could wait or get water. It would also be a great room for meetings, once he had employers. He did plan on hiring Sam, and Rachel, if she would. Maybe even Mercedes. He had had such a great time at the prom with them, before Jolly Green had started throwing punches. He had to admit, the boy was strong, if slow- Jesse had easily ducked his punch. Still, Rachel was pretty pissed, and he hated that because of MJ, she had had such a rough night. And he had been stopped from trailing kisses down her neck, but he fully planned on doing that later.

He tugged on the scarf around his neck before walking to his car and grabbing some cleaning supplies. He lugged them into the lobby and whipped out his phone.

Bring your sponge Springstein, we've got some work to do.

He sent it and immediately got to work, scrubbing down the reception desk with a soapy sponge. The water turned a filthy grey color, and he had to wrinkle his nose. His first order of business when he made some good money would be to hire a maid to take care of this for him. Or he could just have Sam do it. He knew if he hired Rachel she would refuse to help him with dirty work like this. Mercedes would slap him at the mere suggestion.

There was a loud banging on the door and Jesse smiled. He had worked his way to Swiffering the first dance studio, and he was eager for some help. He mopped the sweat off his brow and opened the door to see Sam on the other side, actually holding a sponge. He laughed. "I was joking about that, you know. You didn't actually have to bring a sponge."

Sam frowned. "Well, how was I supposed to know that? I couldn't exactly read any sarcasm through a text." He tossed the sponge so it landed on the ugly couches and grimaced as he looked around. "Wow, you say my bolo tie was old."

Jesse nodded, still eyeing the couches. "Don't worry, we're renovating. New carpeting and couches, and we have to put the mirrors in the dance rooms."

Sam nodded, digging his toe into the carpeting. "Yeah, I would hope so. What colors are you thinking?"

"Rachel suggested earth tones. Browns and greens and tans," he said, "I honestly don't really take interior design into consideration that often. She was very helpful, after I convinced her pink and yellow were not acceptable."

"Sounds very Rachel," Sam chuckled. "You should have asked Kurt, though. He would know more about that stuff."

"I want simple," Jesse said, and Sam nodded. He understood- Kurt liked fashionable, not simple. That much was obvious by his prom kilt.

They set to work cleaning, taking hours to scrub all of the dirt off of every surface they could reach. When it was finally up to par, Jesse collasped on one of the couches and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"Well, at least that part's over. I am never going to let this place get that dirty again. Ever," he muttered. He was drained. Luckily, there was a flat above the studio, and he was staying there. He hadn't even thought about it until that moment, and sprung up with renewed energy. "Hey, wanna check out my flat?"

Sam pushed himself off the couch opposite him and shrugged. "Sure. Do we have to clean that, too?"

Jesse shook his head. "No, I've got that. Don't worry about it, you've worked hard enough."

"Thanks, dude," he smiled and followed Jesse up the stairs to his new home, and he was pleasantly surprised with what he found. It was large, white, and although it was dirty, it could be cleaned easily. And fully furnished, with earth tones everywhere. Obviously, two different people had decorated the studio and the apartment.

He heard Sam whistle from behind him. "Swanky," he muttered, an edge to his tone. Jesse turned around, confused, until he remembered Sam's living situation.

"Oh," he whispered. He held up his finger, signifying for Sam to stay there while he jogged down the hall and counted the bedrooms. Two, perfect.

"Hey, there's two bedrooms, so if things with your family ever get stressful, you're more than welcome to crash here for a while," he offered sympathetically. Sam brightened visibly.

"Thanks, dude. I really owe you one."

"No problem." Jesse sat down on a brown suede couch and looked around in content. He was actually doing it. He was opening the studio. Damn, he was an entrepreneur!

"So, what are you going to name it?" Sam asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. Jesse smiled.

"I was thinking On the Edge."

So, this is the first chapter. Yaaaay! Ten reviews, as per usual. Rachel and Mercedes will be in the next chapter, and other characters will be as well. Klaine will be featured, as well as Pizes and Fuinn (bashing. Fuinn BASHING). The other glee kids will be constant, though scarce at the same time. Mostly just showing up when they're practicing.

Ten reviews, people!

Cheers!

Harlot