Title: Second Weakness

Disclaimer: I obviously own glee, because New Directions won regionals and the episode ended with Jesse and Kurt making out. If it didn't, you might want to check the credits.

Responses to people who don't have FF accounts or aren't logged in:

KK: Ok, I don't know a bunch about music. I'm sorry J. But I did look up Whitney Houston and now realize I have heard a bunch of her stuff, I just had no idea it was her. Thanks for guiding me to the Whitney way!

aspiringprole: Sorry that you reviewed chap 1 and I'm just now responding, but my email went screwy so I couldn't find your review when I wrote chap 2. Dom! Kurt is hot, and Sue is tough to write so I'm glad you liked her!

: Aw, no name? Oh well, thanks for reviewing anyways! And I love how many people love Jesse/Kurt!

NBKitty: Thanks for reviewing, I'm so glad you liked it!

A/N: The Glee finale was so fantastic! But…it really screwed up my plotline. I was counting on the glee kids winning, dammit! So, after staying awake all night obsessing over how to work all the new ideas I got from Journey into this story I decided that…

Everything happened the same as in the finale, except that New Directions won. And they performed "Bad Romance." Just because that song was fantastic.

If anyone has any other suggestions of how to work this fic around the finale without seriously twisting either of them, let me know! I'm still not totally sure about this method, since I try to make things relatively canon. Says the girl writing the Jesse/Kurt story.

Glee

"What do you mean you can't do anything! Oh sure, that's an excuse!" Kurt peeked around the doorframe. Much as he disliked being dirty, the thought of wearing Jesse's clothing was creepier than wearing yesterdays shirt.

And his legs had finally started being useful, just in time to catch the tail end of an argument between Jesse and some random person.

"No…okay fine. And how am I making this personal? I just think this is going too far…" Jesse rubbed the side of his face with a hand. Kurt took the opportunity to look around the kitchen. A full set of Viking dishware, an enormous fridge…he could use this kitchen.

"Fine. When are you going to be back anyways?" Kurt leaned in closer. "Oh. Of course I'll be fine. Don't worry, I've got all that planned out. Okay, I'll see you when your plane comes in."

"Who was that?" Jesse jumped and twisted around. Then he shrugged.

"Just Shelby. She's in New York finalizing some adoption papers." Kurt nodded and shifted his weight. "You want a ride home?"

His baby was at Mercedes' house…but Mercedes could drive her into school and he didn't really want to reveal where anyone in glee club lived to a member of Vocal Adrenaline.

After the long, awkward car ride in which they listened to thing news (Kurt felt to uncomfortable to turn on any radio station), Jesse dropped Kurt off in front of his house.

Which raised the interesting question of how the hell he knew where it was. Kurt shivered, and prepared to meet parental wrath.

Glee

Needless to say, Burt Hummel wasn't impressed by his hung over son being dropped off at noon the day after a party.

Kurt sighed. His dad never grounded him, what with glee after school so often and the fact that when left for hours inside, Kurt usually ended up reorganizing the entire house.

No, when Kurt did something spectacularly bad, he was banished to the garage. Burt owned a garage, and it was here that Kurt was punished for hours on end.

Fixing cars.

Kurt swore and pulled at a green wire. He didn't mind helping out occasionally around the garage, in the months when cars broke down every hour and vacationers wanted their cars fixed fast enough to get to somewhere that wasn't Lima. He'd been doing this for two days now, and his weekend was almost over.

But Kurt knew how to fix a car. He had been watching his dad fix cars for years, and before Burt gave him the Navigator, he had made sure that Kurt could take apart and rebuild the engine.

Thus Kurt was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, getting oil all over his face as he tried to fix a fuel leak. Of course his dad had intentionally given him the car that would require him to spend a day at the spa.

Normally, Kurt would be paid for this. But being dropped off after "Making me worry all night, Mercedes not even knowing where you were and on top of that underage drinking" meant Kurt had to work in the garage the entire weekend. Without being paid.

"There. Really, this lady should just get a new car." Kurt muttered as he crawled out from under the engine tank. "Dad! I'm done!"

"There a rush job in the lot! Just needs a wire replacement, range rover!" Kurt hurried out to the lot and glanced over the car. A big range rover, nothing special. He pulled up to hood and glanced around it, rolling his eyes.

Honestly. Whoever first installed these wires must have been the worst mechanic in the world, if they had come unattached that easily. He bent over and started to reattach the wires, grumbling under his breath about shoddy worksmanship.

"Woah." Kurt went completely still.

An enormous black range rover. How did he not connect that?

"You're covered in grease." Kurt straightened and glared at Jesse. The other male was staring at him, eyes lingering on his grimy hands and stained pants.

"How very astute of you Jesse. Your mechanic did a terrible job by the way." Kurt bent over again and fished out the old clamps. "Who do you use?"

Yep, keeping it professional. Not thinking about how horrendous he looked in front of Jesse, again, at all.

Yeah, drunkard and greasy mechanic. These were attractive qualities. Jesse was staring at him with a really strange look on his face, and Kurt groaned inside. Why oh why did Jesse's clamps have to choose today to break?

"Um, Gibson's? They're downtown on Filmore street?" Kurt nodded. That was weird, Gibson's was a much better worker than to let clamps break like this.

"Well, next time you see him tell him to get better clamps. I'm done, come into the office and I'll ring you up." Jesse followed Kurt into the relatively clean office, still with that funny expression on his face.

"That's 60 bucks, unless you want me to redo your wires too." Jesse shook his head. He had immediately sat down in a chair and crossed his legs, glancing around the office in an jumpy way.

"Here. I'll do credit." Kurt mindlessly took the card, then blinked.

"You have an American Express Centurion Card?" Kurt asked. Whoa.

"Gift from my parents on my 14th birthday. I get my allowance through it." Jesse shrugged and looked mildly embarrassed, and slightly uncomfortable. "If you don't take them I have cash."

With a start, Kurt realized that Jesse was blushing. Aw, how cute.

Stupid brain.

"No, we take almost all credit cards. I've just never seen one before." Kurt rang it up and passed the card back to Jesse. Jesse nodded and stuffed it into his wallet. "You sure you don't want me to fix up the other parts under your hood? If your clamps break that easily, there might be some other things I should fix…"

Jesse swallowed. "Nope. I'm good. I'll see you around." He bolted for his car, and Kurt was left feeling bewildered.

He looked down at the clamps again. Now that he was looking closer they seemed new, and he couldn't tell how on earth they would break that easily…

Glee

That Monday was a good day. The cafeteria lunch was chicken salad, one of Kurt's favorites. The math quiz had been canceled because Ms. Achler got hit in the head by someone's backpack. There was a rumor that glee club was doing Whitney Houston next.

"Kurt!" Mercedes called. "Someone texted you!" Kurt was busy flipping through his

Ipod trying to find the right Whitney Houston song.

"Check it then!" Mercedes frowned as she looked at it.

"You gave Jesse your number?"

"Of course not, I'm not insane." Maybe I know him so well?

"Well, he just texted you." Kurt jerked up.

"What?" Both of them were in the choir room with all the other glee clubbers, waiting for Mr. Schuester to arrive. "Are you sure?"

Kurt scrambled over to Mercedes and looked at his screen.

You in glee club?

-Jesse

Kurt spluttered. "How the hell did he get my number?" He glared at the other glee clubbers. "I left my phone at Mercedes' house, no way he got it from there."

Finn shrugged. Puck didn't even look up from his sexting. Matt shrugged. Mike yawned.

"I didn't do it." said Santana as she carefully drew her brush through Brittany's ponytail.

"I don't know how to enter a contact." Brittany said.

"Why would anyone give Jesse your number?" asked Artie. "It would be way too suspicious if he asked someone…" All eyes turned to Rachel. She blushed.

"Well he may have had access to my phone a few times while we dated but I don't know why he would have copied all your numbers when he was dating me…" Kurt groaned. "It wasn't my fault!"

"Great. Just great." Kurt deleted the text and plastered a smile to his face when Mr. Schue walked in.

"Okay guys! Whitney Houston!" It could still be a great day.

Glee

Mercedes froze in the school doorway. "Kurt…Jesse is leaning against your car."

Kurt squeaked. Oh god, how was one boy this persistent? Didn't Jesse have a life other than randomly showing up in Kurt's life?

"I can beat him up for you." Offered Puck. Kurt glared at him. Just because Jesse was annoying didn't mean he wanted him beat up! He just wanted him.

No that thought was random and obviously came from someone else's mind in a strange transfer of thoughts probably due to a leaky chemical plant somewhere. Kurt nodded to himself and spun around.

"I'll just go out by the back doors and take the bus home. I can come back for my baby later. And Puck, don't you dare beat up Jesse." Mercedes nodded and Puck rolled his eyes, grumbling about how he didn't get to have any fun anymore. Kurt proceeded through the hallways, absently noting that Sue was looking particularly annoyed.

The back of McKinley high was a place Kurt preferred to avoid most of the time. It was disgusting, since Figgins fired all the janitors in September. It also smelled like a mix of cigarettes and pot smoke.

Not at all a place for Kurt, who knew that smoking gave you yellow teeth and ruined your nails.

Oh, and it gave you cancer. Therefore, Kurt tried to avoid second hand smoking. But in these circumstances, he could hold his breath and hurry along. Better that than have to encounter Jesse.

"Hey you! Faggy Mc. Loser-pants!" Oh right. The people who smoked back here were usually the jocks, of the same fashion challenged type who often didn't appreciate Kurt's taste in style and in men.

"I see the Neanderthal population of Lima has come out. Tell me, do you two know how to make fire yet?" Crap. One of the things Kurt knew perfectly well but never managed to accomplish was to keep his mouth shut around jocks. And around dumpsters.

"You tryin to suggest we ain't smart?" One of them asked. There were three jocks, all wearing football jerseys.

Why was that anyway? Football season was over!

The one who had spoken was the tallest, with terribly cut red hair and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Oh no, you're the next Einstein." Crap, crap, crap. The three jocks started advancing, one shucking off his jacket and another starting to crack his knuckles. "And can you not approach me? Your breath stinks of failure."

The jocks apparently took that as a signal to come closer, and the red head grabbed Kurt's collar. "You sayin' you want to get beat to a crap?"

"N-no, not at all."

"I think he's saying he wants to get beat to a crap." One of the other jocks said. Kurt swallowed. This would be two shirts ruined in a week! And possibly his face being pounded in.

"Yeah, I feel it." The red head slammed him against a dumpster. Kurt tried to make a run for it, wrenching himself free of the jock's grasp and bolting for the door back in. Another jock grabbed him and hurled back into the dumpster. The red head grabbed his collar again, very tightly.

"You think you're too fast for us? Think that a wimpy little faggot can get the better of McKinley's finest?" Kurt gagged at the smell of his breath. If he got lung cancer because of this jackass, he'd come to McKinley and personally strangle each one.

Even though now that wasn't the most prevalent concern. Kurt's back was hurting from being slammed against a metal dumpster twice, and his shoulders hurt where that other jock had grabbed him.

"Well if you're McKinley finest, god help McKinley's worst." If he was going to die, Kurt was going to die knowing he had gone out making wisecracks, dammit!

The jock scowled and drew back his fist. Kurt closed his eyes.

"Is there a problem here gentlemen?" Oh, hell no. Out of every person in Ohio…

Kurt cracked open his eyes to look at Jesse. He stood just behind the jocks, arms crossed over his chest. And with that I-am-so-in-control look on his face he had right before singing "Another One Bites The Dust."

"Whoo, looks like our local faggot got himself a bf!" chortled one of the jocks. Jesse just raised an eyebrow at the jock. Kurt winced. As nice as Jesse looked in a leather jacket, he was nowhere near the size of McKinley's halfbacks.

"Yeah, whatever. Now let. Go. Of. Kurt." The jocks exchanged gleeful looks. Getting to beat up two gays in one day was probably going to be the highlight of their year.

"Oh, he is serious! Sam, grab him! We can pound their faces in, together." Kurt prepared to watch Jesse get beat up.

One of the jocks lunged forward to grab Jesse, his face twisted up in an unattractive expression of malicious pleasure.

Crack!

The jock wheeled back, swearing at the top of his lungs. Kurt blinked a couple times, trying to figure out what had happened.

The jock was doubled over, his nose gushing blood.

Jesse was rubbing his knuckles.

Oh my god, Jesse just punched out one of the patented McKinley brand thugs. Kurt stared at the swearing jock for a second, fighting down the urge to start cheering.

That was just his inner Cheerio. And the fact that Jesse punched out a jock and that was five kinds of awesome and 15 kinds of hot. Kurt had fantasized about Finn doing this, but he knew perfectly well that was never going to happen.

And he doubted Finn could pack that much of a punch. Whatever cereal Jesse ate, Kurt had to start munching it.

"Why you son of a-" A jock drew his fist back lividly. Jesse eyed him in an almost amused way, then shifted his weight and kicked.

Ooo that had to hurt. The jock crumpled, a look of shock and agony written over his features. Jesse smiled in a satisfied kind of way and turned to the jock currently pinning Kurt to the dumpster.

"Now, let go of Kurt before I go Clint Eastwood on your ass." The jock dropped Kurt and he sank to the ground, rubbing his throat. "Actually…"

Jesse's fist hit the jock right in the jaw, in a perfect right hook. Jesse looked smug as a cat amongst the various defeated jocks. Like a knight in leather jacketed armor.

…did Kurt actually think that? He shook his head violently and took the hand Jesse offered to him. Kurt blushed bright red as Jesse pulled him to his feet and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay Kurt?" Jesse sounded so genuine and caring it was impossible not to give in.

"U-um yeah. Er, thanks. I owe you an enormous favor." Jesse eyed him for a moment, and Kurt went red. Again.

"It was no problem. I hate football jocks anyway." Jesse released his hand and started towards the parking lot. "I'll see you around Kurt."

Kurt was left feeling a vague mixture of swept off his feet and bedazzled by pure awesomeness.

Glee

"Jesse punched out three jocks!" Mercedes exclaimed. In yet another session of huddling around the piano, Kurt was busy telling yesterday's adventure to his best friend. Plus Santana, Brittany, Tina, and Quinn, who were girls and so entitled to Kurt's gossip sessions.

Yes Rachel was a girl, but somehow the sisterhood (Kurt was an honorary sister) never ended up with Rachel present. Usually she was too busy staring at Finn.

"Yes!" Kurt whispered. His eyes glowed, and his cheeks were a faint pink.

"Wait, you mean Jesse is the reason why Karrofski and Watterson are so beat up?" Finn broke into the conversation, and Kurt realized that he should have done this in the girl's bathroom instead.

There, even if Mercedes felt the need to yell out Jesse's heroic deeds, no one would be around to hear her.

"Dude, this kid is so much more badass than he looks." Puck said, looking pleased. "We should totally invite him next time the basketball team goes out and gets into a fight outside the mall."

Kurt sighed loudly. "Puck, I don't think Jesse goes around starting random fights. He was just defending me."

Huh. That was the first time Kurt ever got to say that someone was defending him. It was…a comforting feeling. If it the defender was Jesse st. James.

"Excuse me!" Rachel bulled her way into the group of people around the piano. She stared right at Kurt. "Is everyone forgetting who we're talking about?"

Kurt slowly shook his head. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"This is Jesse! With me he used my desire for a strong singing partner to seduce me into meeting my mother, and he's doing the same thing to Kurt!"

"My mother is dead." Thanks for reminding me Rachel.

"He's defending you, feeding off your subconscious urge to be looked after, in order to get what he wants! He obviously has an ulterior motive Kurt, and frankly, after we took regionals, he'll want to compromise you! It's revenge, and even though Kurt is a much less important piece of our team than I am, that Lady Gaga number was a deciding factor in our performance!"

Inwardly, Kurt swore. He had forgotten. This was Jesse, determined enough that he would sleep with Rachel to introduce her to Shelby, good enough actor to fool all of New Directions into trusting him!

He'd been a fool to start to like Jesse even the tiniest bit.

"Come on Kurt. You can sleep over at our house tonight, we'll do nails. Jesse isn't that important anyways, the next regionals isn't for another year." Bless Mercedes and Quinn. Quinn was a surprisingly perfect fit in to Mercedes' and Kurt's sleepovers, especially since she had so many embarrassing stories about people.

Well, Kurt was an honorary girl. If he wasn't entitled to a bitch-out session at least once a month, then all his clothing should have been burned by now.

Glee

Kurt frowned as he pulled into the driveway the next afternoon. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones.

"Dad!" Kurt opened the door to his house and walked into the kitchen. There was a plate in the sink. Kurt examined it more closely.

Chicken salad. Since when did his dad eat chicken salad?

"Oh Kurt, I'm glad your home!" Kurt sighed in relief. There was his dad, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

…a plate in his hand. Who else was in his house?

"Your friend is all moved in. Now I don't like that you just sprang this on me, but we've got enough room in the basement with you and since he's nice enough and needs a place to stay this badly, I'll make an exception."

Kurt's heart turned to stone. No way. No freaking way.

"Hey Kurt. There's more chicken salad in the fridge." Dread mounting in his stomach, Kurt turned around.

Jesse st. James leaned against the doorframe, smiling.

Glee

A/N: I feel very accomplished for writing all this.

Oooo that reminds me! I don't know if there's an official couple name for Jesse/Kurt. See, I know that Jessurt is my dessert, and Kesse is kissy and st. hummel is logical, but I'm not sure which is the most widely used name. So, feel free to tell me in a review.

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YINN-SOFÉ?