A/N: I really wanted to do something fluffy and fun, especially after looking at old photos of Lea Michele and Jonathan Groff, who have to be the cutest best friends ever. It's random as hell, and not all that great, but I liked the idea. They are both so OOC it's insane, ah well. So here are a few moments in the lives of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry :) [The lyric used is from Butterfly Wings by Owl City]
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'best of me'
'Close your eyes and cuddle close to me
I'll try not to wake you
We'll make a sound while your dosing off
But in the night shift the hide tides sweep me away from you
Tell me again my dear, will you be waiting here?'
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"Rachel, you're being ridiculous again." He sighed, looking at her, with her brow furrowed, staring intently to the right of the room where her large, golden mirror was located.
"Ridiculous? No. Ridiculous was when 'Achy Breaky Heart' was a smash hit. Ridiculous are those horrible cardigans Kurt wears. I am not being ridiculous, I'm being logical!" She huffed, stomping a small foot on the ground, causing him to roll his eyes and smirk.
"Quit with the smirking, it makes me feel like you don't appreciate my input as a fellow artist and rising star." She said waspishly, turning to face him completely, where he was trying not to burst into laughter at the sight of her.
"I do appreciate it, babe, but somehow I don't think that forcing New Directions to dress as giant gold stars as a metaphor will really add to the performance." He stated matter of factly, while she dusted some of the glitter from her face as it fell of the silly golden star that donned her head.
"Fine, go ahead-- crush my creative genius!" She said dramatically and he hugged her close to him, dropping a kiss on her forehead.
"My drama queen." He said gently, brushing a dark lock of hair from her eyes. She stared back at him intently for several moments.
"Can we just keep the hats?" She asked hopefully.
"No."
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"I can feel your eyes on me, Jesse, and I do not appreciate your judgmental attitude!"
"My judgmental attitude? All I said was that that shirt made you look like a five year old. I just tell it like it is."
"I do NOT look like a five year old! Strawberry Shortcake is an icon, Jesse, you could learn from her."
"I could learn from Strawberry Shortcake? What, how to be adorable? 'Cause I kinda already know how to do that."
"You are so full of yourself."
"You know you love it. Everyone does."
"..."
"Don't be silly, Rach, it's natural. I know how I affect women, you can just let it happen."
"Yes, I suppose that's why half of McKinley thinks you're gay, is it?"
"You promised not to talk about that ever again. Just because even men can't keep their hands off me-"
"No, I'm pretty sure it's the hair gel."
"...I am so not taking this from a girl wearing Strawberry Shortcake."
"You love it."
"Kinda, yeah."
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[From: Jesse(: ]: I can't believe you told Brittany I was Mr. Schue's son. (4:26 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: It wasn't my fault she believed my sarcastic comment. After all, logically it makes no sense for him to be your father. (4:30 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: Rachel, do you really think Brittany understands logic? (4:35 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: She can't even tell her left from her right, so she definitely doesn't grasp the concept of sarcasm. (4:37 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: She only believed you because Mr. Schuester and I are both very talented. (4:41 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: I still say it's the hair gel. (4:43 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: I mean, you both have a strange obsession with hair care. (4:44 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: Says the girl who once forced a Target employee to open every variety of shampoo to see which smelled the best. (4:54 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: I was simply being thorough, thank you very much. (5:00 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: All strawberry shampoo smells the same, Rach. It wasn't fair of you to make the boy cry. (5:02 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: Obviously he could not handle the pressures of today's brutal society, I was merely helping him out. (5:04 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: And when you threatened him with the shampoo bottle after he refused to help you? Was that being a good samaritan, also? (5:09 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: ...I don't know what you're talking about, Jesse. (5:10 p.m.)
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"This is so not funny." He said, his teeth gritted and an irritated expression lining his face. His girl friend simply looked back at him, a grin spreading on her face.
"It's not that bad, I mean... they'll grow back..." She trailed off, trying to suppress giggles.
"Rachel! What am I supposed to do without half an eyebrow!" He exclaimed, still gaping at his reflected image in Rachel's familiar mirror.
"I think it adds character to your face, it makes you much more original. Like Lady Gaga or Prince." He looked up at her with an incredulous look on his face.
"Lady Gaga, Rachel? I love you, but aside from her phenomenal music, I would prefer not to ever be used in a simile with her." He said, still touching above his now semi hairless right eyebrow.
"I told you I had never done this before!" She said defensively and he looked at her with an unimpressed smile. "We could always do the other one... you know, so they match?" She giggled and he narrowed his eyes at her.
"I have half a mind to draw it back on and then take you to the mall." He said, and she looked horrified for a moment.
"How about we just get you some nice sunglasses?" She asked delicately.
"Sounds awesome to me."
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Rachel (9:51 p.m.): Jesse! I have an emergency! Please respond quickly!
Jesse (9:56 p.m.): What?
Rachel (9:57 p.m.): It took you five minutes to get back to me? I could have been choking.
Jesse (10:00 p.m.): Why would you be IMing me if you were choking?
Rachel (10:02 p.m.): That is unimportant at the current moment. Back to the original problem: As you know, Regionals are dangerously close, and as I always plan my monthly outfits out, I need help deciding what to wear. Should I wear my green dress or my red and black plaid skirt and shirt combination?
Jesse (10:03 p.m.): You seriously drug me away from my nightly vocal warm ups to ask what you should wear in a month? Puck is right. You are crazy.
Rachel (10:05 p.m.): I take high offense to those words. I am a very organized individual, which is one of the greatest keys to success and becoming a star. If I wasn't organized, Glee club would cease to exist, and what on earth would I do then? Mr. Schuester would be lost without me, considering it's a miracle he manages to find a tie that matches his outfits most days. However, I am always happy to help out with the club, as the captain I am obliged to such tasks.
Jesse (10:10 p.m.): Wear the green dress. Love you, night ;)
Rachel (10:12 p.m.): You can't just leave in the middle of our conversations! I think we should talk about this.
Jesse has logged off at 10:12 p.m.
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"Jesse," poke, "Are you awake?"
"No, Rachel, by some miracle I managed to sleep through you poking me for the last five minutes."
"Well, you're kind of on top of my arm, and that is a very uncomfortable position..."
"Get off my leg and I'll get off your arm."
"You sound rather groggy."
"Yeah. It wasn't like I was trying to sleep or anything."
poke
"Dammit, quit poking me, I'm rolling over."
"Thank goodness, judging by your weight on my arm, I might suggest a few extra hours at ballet."
"Oh, shut up, I'm going to sleep."
"Hey, Jesse?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, you know."
"Yeah, I love you too, Rachel Berry."