"I've seen you around here before Smythe," spoke Jesse in an inviting manner; so gracious it could've been mistaken for flirting. But Sebastian had spoken to a lot of guys before and he knew better. This wasn't flirting. Interest, certainly, but not flirting, not quite. "You talk to Kurt and Blaine a lot don't you?"

"I mostly try to avoid contact with Lady-Hummel but Blaine, sure we talk quite a bit," he blew on his coffee and flicked his head up to make more eye contact with Jesse.

"Much to Kurt's dismay I guess?"

"You guess correctly, James."

"It's St. James," there was a twinkling in his eye and Sebastian couldn't decide if it was confrontation or admiration. Taking his chances, he tested the boy further.

"James is fine. You don't resemble much of a Saint," he winked and witnessed a tremble in the boy's gaze. No, not a Saint at all, thought Sebastian.

It took a while for the conversation to come back to Kurt and Blaine no matter how hard Jesse tried to press it.

"I went to school with Kurt for a while, in my closet stage," Jesse smirked and Sebastian nodded, he knew about the closet stage only too well, "now we just hang out as friends mostly. Well, that is when Blaine isn't around. I'm pretty much ignored then."

"Blaine's a nice guy, Kurt's just a distraction," Sebastian nodded almost defending the previous Warbler and began to laugh at the anger clearly growing in the other boy's eyes. He has a soft spot for Hummel. This could be fun.

"He's a great performer I'll give him that, but Kurt, Kurt's extraordinary." A curt nod came from Sebastian and a sly smile played on his face, he was going to enjoy playing with Jesse only a little too much.

"You like Hummel, don't you?" he tilted his head to the side, as though he were examining the boy in front of him. The boy who seemed to be becoming more attractive the more he looked at him.

"Why would I tell some stranger I just met in a coffee shop anything about my personal life?"

"If you remember, James, you were the one who approached me, not the other way around."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well you either like Hummel, or you like me."

"That doesn't mean I like Kurt," a smirk played on Sebastian's lips as he noticed the slip in the boy's statement. Realizing where he'd gone wrong, Jesse snapped, "and that doesn't mean I like you either."

"I am very striking."

Jesse ignored the vanity-stricken statement from the Warbler as he shook his head, "I never said I liked Kurt."

"You don't need to. I can see it in your eyes. It's frightening."

"What's frightening?"

"That anyone could ever like Hummel." Jesse was visibly uncomfortable, like anyone would be if someone were insulting the person you loved. Loved? I don't love Kurt, he thought, he could just do so much better than Blaine. Precious Blaine.

"I don't like Kurt, I just dislike Blaine. You, however, clearly like him."

"Hummel?" he snapped his head back and looking down to Jesse as though he'd said something completely absurd, "Don't be ridiculous!"

"Not Kurt, Blaine," the name rolled off his tongue lathered in clear detest. Wow, he definitely doesn't like Blaine.

"Ah," he nodded, a laugh lurking under his breath, "well I throw your question back to you, James, 'Why would I tell some stranger I just met in a coffee shop anything about my personal life?'"

"'You don't need to. I can see it in your eyes. It's frightening.'" Jesse managed to get out without cracking up and losing his face. He wants to play? I'm Jesse St. James; I invented play.

"Can we skip this bullshit and cut to the chase? You like Lady, I like Blaine; you don't like Blaine, I can't stand Lady; basically we have the same intentions."

"Actually I believe we have opposite intentions, Smythe." Commented Jesse, looking over his shoulder to see if Rachel was still sat with Finn. If he ever found out about his crush on his brother, he didn't know what would happen with Kurt. Or what would happen with Rachel. Much to his dismay they were still there, waving at him. He prayed they were far away to not hear anything coming out of his or Sebastian's mouth.

"We want them broken up, right?" he swirled his coffee in his hand, never taking his eyes off the enthralling expression on Jesse's face.

"I want Kurt to be happy," with that Sebastian began to look physically sick as he shook his head and scrunched up his eyes. He put his coffee on the table and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh shut up, James. Your attempt to be a gentleman is simply exhausting. You want him, in your bed, all up on your-"

"Yes," Jesse interjected, not wanting Sebastian to go any further into his brain, "fine, yes I like Kurt. Happy?" A sharp nod was given as Jesse continued watched the cogs begin to turn in the taller boy's head.

"I think I have a way to split them up," his face never lost it's icy and yet charming look and Jesse tried his best to do the same. Usually it was easy; he was the coolest; the most hard to read out of the people he hung out with. Being the best actor ensured that even when he wasn't cool; he acted it. He always pulled it off.

"Do go on," Jesse spoke as he waved goodbye to Rachel and Finn, thanking whatever made them leave at that point.

"How do you feel about posing as my boyfriend?"

"But I don't really like you."

"Please, you don't have to like someone to work with them. Besides, you could have a worse fake boyfriend." He played with his tie making Jesse laughed as he contemplated the idea. What's the point of posing as his boyfriend? What will it do? Make Kurt jealous, make him realise what he's missing, make him notice me more? Maybe. Or it could drive him away, freak him out, and give me even less of a chance. Whatever, he might as well have a fake relationship and a slight chance than no chance at all.

"This better work," he sighed, sticking his hand out for Sebastian to shake.

"All my plans work," laughed Sebastian, when he took his hand Jesse felt a rush shoot up his arm.

Damn electric shock, he thought unconvincingly before taking another sip of his now luke-warm coffee, never taking his eyes off Sebastian's. He's attractive. No doubting that. Maybe it won't be so bad posing as his boyfriend. He eyes are striking, have I been looking a little too long now? No, he's looking back, so it's OK. And his lips- woah, Jesse, stop it. Kurt… Kurt… Kurt…