A/N: Sorry it's been a while since my last update. There's two reasons for that, the lack of inspiration and the lack of time. Also I had my exams which meant A LOT of study it was a little overwhelming, but it's now my school break so i'll have more time to write, i've actually written another St Fabray fic that I plan to share with you all, it's a little darker than this one but i'm pretty happy with it so far.
There's certain stuff I have planned but then there's the chapters that lead up to them which of course I haven't got an idea of how to get there. So forgive me if this chapter is a little dull. Seriously lacking inspiration here but slowly us St. Fabray shippers are getting more fics, more graphics and more videos!
Anyway, please review, they make my day! And reviews give me little extra push to write more and post the chapters more quickly!
Chapter 4: Quinn Freaking Fabray.
Jesse turned off his laptop and swung around the chair to face his bed. He looked at the clock that read three thirty am. Had he really spoken to Quinn for that long? He sighed and looked around as he thought of what he was going to do now. He was not the least bit tired. He looked around the apartment his parents had organised for him so he wouldn't have to stay on campus, there were boxes everywhere. Jesse had only moved a week ago and of course he was putting it off. He pulled himself off the chair and moved to the nearest box.
He sat down on the timber floor and looked down at the box. He blew a raspberry, sighed and decided to screw it, he'll do it later. He grabbed a clean towel from one of the boxes that sat in the corner of his bedroom and walked into the next room to take a shower.
Jesse turned on the hot water and allowed it to drizzle down his face. He closed his eyes for a moment and allowed the day's events to sink in. First thing that he knew was a fact was that he had found an unlikely friend in Quinn, the second thing he knew was a fact was that he actually had hacked into Rachel's AIM account just to speak to her again – that was a fact, Jesse knew that. The only thing Jesse didn't know is why he was drawn to Quinn, why did he even sit down in the first place? He could have just left her after he had helped her. Maybe it was her troubled past that drew him to her after all her life story could be a perfect Broadway show filled with drama, tears and the irony of her life, after all she was the head cheerleader as well as head of the celibacy club. Jesse told himself that was all it was, he was just curious about her, he wanted to try to understand her.
Jesse sighed and shook his head. He applied shampoo into his dark, curly hair. What was he kidding? He knew at first it was curiosity that made him sit down next to her on the beach but it wasn't curiosity that made him sit there for hours. He sat there because she made him feel peaceful, she made him feel like there was other important things in life other then Broadway and Glee clubs he mentally kicked himself for allowing her make him feel that way because there was nothing important in his life besides his music, it was his life and there was nothing else out there for him. There used to be something that was important to him and that was Rachel. Jesse didn't completely understand what he felt for Rachel or what it was about her. Maybe it was the fact that she was the female version of himsel, whatever he felt was Rachel was gone though, he hurt her and he learnt that he needed to move on which was extremely easy, he was Jesse St James tons of girls threw themselves at him, of course he never gave into them, only the really hot ones.
Jesse finished up in the shower and threw on some sweatpants that were thrown across the room it was nearly four thirty in the morning and searching for his normal bed wear seemed to strenuous. He flung himself into bed and pulled up his covers over him and after all that thinking he was asleep in three minutes.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Jesse quickly grabbed himself a doughnut and was out the door. He had managed to make himself late for work. He put the doughnut in his mouth and put on his coat as he jogged down the hallway of his apartment building. He looked at his watch that read '8.45am', his shift started in 15 minutes. He was screwed. He picked up the pace a bit as he finally untangled himself from his jacket that he failed to put on and then successfully put on his jacket. He raced out down the flight of stairs and was on the street within seconds and that's when Jesse realised it was summer, why the hell did he put a jacket on? Ugh. Three blocks, two blocks, one block, almost there. A grin formed on his face as big as his show face grin, he had made it. He pulled open the door of the cafe and walked in.
"Jesse!" the red haired waitress shouted across the room as he entered. He smiled at her, she was one of the reason he loved this place so much. It similar to the cafes and diners back home in Ohio. It was always a little toasty in the cafe which made it and all of its patrons comfortable and covering themselves from the breeze that came from the beach that was located at the end of the street. The customers were always friendly and came here a lot. The cafe had its regulars it was rare to see a new face, which would seem boring but Jesse loved it, everyone knew each other. His love for this place seemed ridiculous and he knew it. He knew that it was ridiculous for him to get a part time job here even though his trust fund kept him away from any money problems but Jesse thought that it would ultimately be good for his career, to experience the other side of the world and mostly because so many stars today had worked in jobs like this before they hit it big and not only that there was a little part in the corner of the cafe in view of all the tables were people often performed and he was one of them.
"Hey Darla! Why don't you look ravishing today," Jesse said as he past the red haired waitress who was now blushing at what Jesse had just said. He smiled to himself as he saw the middle aged waitress blush. He opened the door that lead to the staff room and found a free locker that he would use for the day. He put his bag in it and grabbed an apron and notepad from the table across the room. He tied the apron on and grabbed a pen quickly and entered the main room where two other workers were bustling around taking orders. He looked up at the big clock that hung on the wall. 9.00 right on time, Jesse smiled at his triumph and headed to the first table in his section.
"Hey Mike, how are the kids?" Jesse asked as he reached the table. Mike one of the customers that visited daily. He came for breakfast before he headed to his office. Mike was the average older business man who was a little porker and balding slightly but nice all the same.
"Jesse," he looked up from his paper and smiled at Jesse. "They're great, thanks. Josie has a soccer game tomorrow."
"Sounds awesome. I wish her luck although you should really get her into music, teaches kids a lot more than soccer does."
Mike rolled his eyes in a friendly way and Jesse knew why. Jesse tells him daily to get his kids involved in music, it was almost a tradition that has formed over the weeks that he had worked there.
"Yes, Yes I know,"
Jesse smiled. "Anyway, the regular?"
"Of course."
Jesse scribbled down on his notepad that he used to write down orders. "Bacon and egg sandwich coming right up." Jesse picked up the menu from his table and walked off to go notify the kitchen about the order. He placed the menu back in its place towards the cash register and went to stand next to Mason, the other waiter that was standing in front of the window that looked into the kitchen.
"Hey Man!" Mason said as Jesse approached. Mason was like Jesse, he would soon be a freshman at UCLA.
"Hey Mason." Jesse said and told the person in the kitchen the appropriate information about Mike's order. "What did you get up to yesterday after work?" Jesse asked Mason. Jesse had finished work the same time as him yesterday afternoon and that is when he had run into Quinn.
"Alright, just hung out with Stacey," Mason replied, he sighed. Jesse started to get the idea that Mason was having troubles with his girlfriend Stacey but he didn't ask anything about it not wanting to sound rude. "How about you?" Mason asked, Jesse was about to reply but someone called over Mason from across the room. "Sorry man," Mason apologized and Jesse nodded his head and then Mason left. If Jesse was being honest with himself he was kind of ticked off, for some weird reason Jesse wanted to talk about what happened yesterday and he didn't care who he talked to it about. Jesse just felt this giant urge to talk about Quinn and even think about her. Jesse just sighed and walked off to cover the next table in his section that need his service.
Jesse day went relevantly fast and just like any ordinary day at work. He smiled and asked all the right questions even complimenting a customer on how could she looked and tell her that her diet had been working. It had just gone on like an average day at work with his normal self. Well it wasn't until about half way through his shift that something had happened to Jesse that had never happened before. He had actually got butterflies, actual butterflies. Butterflies that only teenage girls got. Well okay, maybe it wasn't butterflies but Jesse generally exaggerated to himself especially when he didn't understand what was happening to him, he was Jesse St James for Christ Sakes, Jesse does not do the teenage dream lovey dovey romance crap. By chance Jesse had looked up to the young woman who had just entered the cafe, he only saw the back of her as she was talking to Darla but that's all he needed to see. He examined her long locks of blonde hair and for a split second a grin started to form on his face. It wasn't until the girl turned around that his grin vanished as he realised it wasn't the person he thought it was and something happened that was even worse than the butterflies. Jesse St. James was disappointed that it wasn't Quinn. What the hell had he done to her? Jesse St. James was actually feeling something. He felt a jolt of happiness thinking he would see Quinn again. Quinn, the girl who made him feel peaceful, the girl that made him smile, Quinn, his friend who he realised he cares about – after spending on afternoon together. Jesse St. James was stumped, he just didn't understand.
Jesse said his goodbyes and told all his friends at the cafe that he would see them soon. He left shaking his head murmuring "Quinn Freaking Fabray," over and over again it wasn't until he reached the end of the street that he had a huge grin on his face. "Quinn Freaking Fabray" he laughed lightly at himself, shook his head and turned around changing the direction he was heading for. He smiled and thought about Quinn Freaking Fabray.