A/N: Wow. It has been a really long time since I've written for the LWD fandom. Well… I'm getting sucked back in. I begin reading some fanfic last night and I FINALLY watched Vacation With Derek. I actually didn't go to school today because I stayed up until 4:30 reading and watching (I wake up at 5). The movie was okay, but after seeing that beautiful Dasey moment at the end, I thought the movie was wonderful, which inspired me to write this. It's short and I just did it real quick but I had to get it out of my head. I'm not actually sure if that's how you spell Jesse's name and I don't really care (I may have spent too much time in the Glee fandom) but anyway, here is my first LWD fic since September of 2010, wow.


She's not going to be in New York with him.

She thinks she is. He pretends to believe it to because he can't call her out on something she doesn't even realize but he knows that a month from now, she's going to be at Queens.

He likes her, he does. She's incredibly beautiful and an amazing dancer and he really gets along with her. So he kisses her and she kisses him back and he likes it. But when Derek spins her away while they were kissing (seriously their lips were actually touching, for fuck's sake, could the guy be more obvious?) and begins to dance with her, he doesn't get too upset. Not even when she begins dancing with him in earnest and seemingly forgets that she was dancing with Jesse two seconds earlier. How can he be? He's only known the girl a week and clearly whatever her and her stepbrother have has been going on for a lot longer than that.

He can't help but notice that despite her claims of never doing a routine with a guy before, she and Derek dance with ease, as though it's something they do every day.

And in a way, Jesse guesses, it is. He's only known them a week but even he's seen the way those two dance around each other. With the touching and the taunts and the looks (Jesse's gotta hand it to the guy. If he'd ever been on the receiving end of those sexy as hell looks from Casey, he wouldn't have been able to handle it,) they are constantly dancing around each other. Around whatever thing is between them. It's bullshit, quite honestly, that he, as a third party observer has seen what they can't. But he can tell that once they're off together, away from their family, things will change.

She's not going to be in New York with him. And, that's okay. He's a romantic at heart, and he knows that not he or dance or fame or whatever could stand in the way of whatever those two share.