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[beatingkeys]

Who: Rush + Jesse
What: Piano.
Where: Glee practice room.
When: Thursday, after school.
Rating: PG for gratuitous duets

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[apoorboy]

Jesse smiled serenely, not at all put out by Rush's somewhat reserved praise. He knew he'd played it flawlessly, and that was all that mattered. An eyebrow shot up when Rush clapped him on the shoulder; Jesse maintained his air of amused scorn until the other boy blushed faintly. Jesse's grin widened.

"I brought something else for us to work on today," he said abruptly, studiously ignoring the way his words implied a sense of familiarity, of routine. Jesse St. James did not associate with his accompaniment.

Nevertheless, he looked at Rush expectantly, waiting for him to take a seat on the narrow bench while Jesse began sifting through a small pile of freshly-copied sheet music.

[beatingkeys]

Rush let out a sort of awkward laugh and sat on the bench as well, wishing it were a little wider. He was used to having a lot of personal space; he and his mother didn't exactly live extravagantly, but he'd always had his own bedroom and kept a healthy distance away from other people in social situations as he had observed his mother doing as well. But, on the other hand, he couldn't sit very far away from Jesse necessarily, depending on the range of whatever Jesse wanted to play... Rush moved just a bit closer when he thought of that, and he pressed his hands into the bench, palm-down, waiting for Jesse to tell him what he wanted.

"Did you?" he asked finally, not having the patience to wait in silence while Jesse found what he was looking for. "And here I thought I was in charge when it came to the piano playing..."

[apoorboy]

"I'm always in charge," Jesse announced, but his tone was playful. Finally he managed to place the music so that it wouldn't slide down and both boys would be able to see it reasonably well. Jesse placed his hands in position above middle C, and nodded for Rush to do the same in a lower register. When the other boy was ready, Jesse took a deep breath and began the song: "Clocks," by Coldplay.

"Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead (singing)
Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple of my head (and a)
Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed (singing)
You are, you are"

[beatingkeys]

"We'll see," he managed to cut in with before Jesse was ordering him (with gestures rather than words) on where to put his hands. Rush complied, somewhat huffily, and was glad to note that this was a song that he, too, knew