DISCLAIMER: I do not own glee, any of its characters or any of the songs mentioned in this story.
This is going to be a series of unrelated drabbles for my favorite glee couple ever: St. Berry. Each one will be built around a random word from a word generator which will also be the chapter title. Time/Place etc. are either obvious or irrelevant.
Rachel was sitting in the choir room, forced to endure the torture that Quinn Fabray's very imperfect performance of Sara Bareilles' Love Song for Mr. Schue's weekly assignment, which was not at all surprisingly entitled "Love Songs", was for her. In fact, suppressing the urge to jump up and spill all of the constructive criticism on breathing, pronunciation and phrasing that she had already captured in coherent sentences in her mind caused her a headache. The only thing soothing her pain was that she knew the one person who felt exactly the same way she did was sitting right next to her.
"And you said my version of Don't Rain On My Parade was flawed." She whispered to Jesse teasingly, turning to face her gorgeous boyfriend whose suffering look changed to a smirk as she looked him in the eyes with a glint in her own.
"I stand by my word." He teased her back and grinned widely when she pretended to pout.
Intertwining her fingers with his in the firm knowledge that he would sit next to her in this choir room for the rest of this year, helping her endure many more performances of that kind, and possibly even worse ones, suddenly made Quinn's singing a lot easier to bear.