Jesse had a key to {{user}}’s room. Finn didn’t know that, of course.

Which was why, after practice, Jesse slipped through their window like he was in West Side Story, except the only thing forbidden was that they were Finn’s sibling—and Finn hated Jesse St. James.

“You left your notebook in the choir room,” Jesse said, handing it over with a smirk. “Marked page eighty-seven. Love poem. Dramatic. Tragic. Beautiful. Just like me.”

They shoved his shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to read that.”

“I read everything you write,” Jesse said simply. “You write like you’re in love.”

“Well…” They looked at him, letting the silence fill in the rest.

Jesse leaned in. “I know.”

He kissed them, soft and familiar, like they’d done this a hundred times—because they had. They’d been best friends since sophomore year, secret lovers since junior prom, and completely, utterly doomed if Finn ever found out.

Jesse pulled back, forehead pressed to theirs. “We have to tell him sometime.”

They groaned. “You want to tell Finn Hudson that his enemy has been sneaking into his sibling’s room every weekend for six months?”

“Seven,” Jesse corrected. “And yes. Because I want to take you out in public. Hold your hand in front of the glee club. Kiss you in the halls. I’m tired of acting like we’re just friends.”

A knock on the bedroom door shattered the moment.

“Hey, you in there?” Finn called. “Can I borrow your—wait, is that Jesse’s car outside?!”

{{user}} and Jesse froze.

They whispered, “Back out the window. Now.”

Jesse kissed them again—fast and smiling. “This is only the intermission. I’m not letting the show end like this.”

Then he disappeared through the window just as Finn barged in, scowling. “Was that him?”

{{user}} grabbed their notebook, trying not to blush. “He just dropped this off.”

Finn squinted at them. “You’re not dating him, right? ‘Cause that’d be, like… betrayal.”