Burning up ☞︎ A Jesse st. James Fan Fic

Girls (and boys) on Film

"Kurt, are you crying?" He asks.

"Um... no, no. My-my contacts are... really bothering me right now." Kurt explains.

"I didn't know you wore contacts." Rachel says.

"He doesn't." I laugh lightly.

"Yes, guys, I just found out I have a slight astigmatism." Kurt snaps. I grin.

"Oh, I think I might have some solution in my bag." Adam says, leaning over to look through his bag.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'll be good. Don't worry." Kurt kind of murmurs.

"I would thought that you were crying because you and Blaine use to talk about how this was your dream to sing this song to each other at your wedding." Santana finally pointed it out. I smirked over at them.

"Did we?" Kurt asks, warning Santana with his eyes.

"Yeah. I remember you telling me that singing this song to someone was a more intimate act than sex." Santana just goes deeper. Oh, how I've missed her.

"Who wants popcorn? Anyone?" Kurt asks.

"No, wait. Hold on. I'm sorry. Can we pause this for a second? Kurt, please sit down. I have something to say, and I have tried to keep it to myself, but I will be silent no longer." Santana making the suspense build up.

"What is it?" Rachel asks.

"This Brody character is a frickin' psycho." Santana starts.

"Go on." Kurt says deeply intrigued.

"Here we go." Rachel whispers.

"Listen, when I first met him, totally thought he was weird. He smelled all talcum-y like a cabbage patch doll. And then he said that I wasn't a real New Yorker until I had my first makeover, and I was, like, what does that even mean? Like, who are you?" Santana continued and she had a point. I haven't had a makeover yet and I'm still a New Yorker. I didn't need one.

"Oh, come on, Brody's a sweetheart." Admin defends softly.

"That's what I told myself, you know? I said, 'so what if he's completely hairless and made out of plastic- I'm gonna look past the fact that he probably has a disgusting porn star landing strip. I'm gonna give Lars and the real boy one more chance'. But then I found... this. $1,200 in cash." Santana finished and I nodded.

"When did you find that?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Last night when Dani and I were rooting through all the pockets and drawers in this apartment." Santana explained.

"It's what we do. I only looked through what wasn't mine though." I told them.

"Wait. What?" Rachel asked on the verge of being mad.

"Woah, woah, woah. Santana, you went through all of our stuff? Dani?" Rachel asked as if she couldn't comprehend it.

"Yeah. That's a thing we do." Santana says as if it's no big deal.

"It's completely unacceptable." Kurt whines out. Maybe he didn't whine but you know the sound your voice makes when it's whines? That's what happened.

"Oh, okay. I like how you guys pretend to be all accepting about everything, but when your friend suddenly shows up in your home, moves in and goes through all your stuff, you're offended?" Santana accuses. Rachel and Kurt are quietly arguing.

"J-just because he has a little money on him doesn't mean that he's a psycho." Adam reasons. Santana points at him.

"That's what I thought, right? Who cares if he's terrified of banks? 'Cause if I were made of plastic, I'd be scared of a lot of things too: open flames, barbecues. But then... I found... this." Santana pulls out the pager.