A/N – so, I am like OBSESSED with glee, and 'Hi!' this is my first story! I love, love, love , and I'm shocked at the amount of ONE-SHOTS they have, they need a real story!
So I'll give it too you:)
Pairing: Jesse/Rachel…eventually:)
(Finn and Rachel were NEVER together in my version of glee)
Summary: Jesse and Rachel are rivals, and they're pretty certain they hate each other…or do they?
"Mr Shue, I do not find this necessary in the slightest, how is going to see our competition at regionals going to boost our confidence as a club at all?" Rachel hissed when she was called into THEIR auditorium to listen to Vocal Adrenaline's little performance. Rachel knew just how well Vocal Adrenaline were, and this being not far away from Regionals, she would not let her team be put down by a group of souless automatons.
"Maybe it will inspire us to work harder," Mr Shue gave her a look that screamed 'there was nothing I could do', so Rachel just huffed and folded her arms. The main singer came out and stood in front of the rest, as if he was their leader.
He had wavy, yet seriously styled, brown hair, and green-blue eyes. Rachel was sure that she was the only one in this room who knew him as Jesse St. James. She recognized him from his performance at sectionals when Rachel was spying at potential teams to face at regionals, they were good, no, they were amazing, and that scared Rachel.
"I expect you all to know my name," he smirked, "but I'm going to say it anyway. I am Jesse St. James, I would come down and shake your hand, but I don't want your failure to rub off on me." The rest of Vocal Adrenaline chuckled along with them, when in reality the joke wasn't even funny. She could hear Mercedes whisper 'what?' from behind her.
Rachel couldn't help but glare at him for his cocky behavior. She was about to say something but Finn, another member of the glee club, spoke up.
"Well what are you doing here, in OUR auditorium?" He said, gesturing to the hall. Finn was the male lead of New Directions, and although Rachel didn't want to admit it, Finn just wasn't able to keep up with her vocally, but he was nice, stupid, but nice all the same, so she didn't grumble.
"The chat rooms say that you are ripe to topple us, so we just wanted to show you something we prepared a few days ago," Jesse glared back at us before him and the rest of Vocal Adrenaline took positions, and the music kicked off.
They performed Queen's 'Another One Bites the Dust'. It hurt Rachel to admit that they did sound pretty amazing, and that it was definitely freaking her team out by them performing. Good thing Rachel had a good poker face. The rest of New Directions weren't so calm and steady. Finn was practically having a panic attack and half of the club had their mouths to the ground.
way to be subtle guys.
New Directions clapped politely when the show was over, then quickly leaving the auditorium before anything else can damage their pride. Rachel remained seated, raising an eyebrow at the star of the show. He was the only one left standing on the stage. It was eerie being just with Jesse; he had an aura around him that made Rachel nervous.
"What did you think? Did you get the message that you're just going to be another group we will demolish at regionals?" Jesse smirked again, something that apparently appeared on his face quite often.
Rachel stood up, smiling tightly.
"The overall performance was good, but it lacked emotion, and personally that's what MADE queen, pretty much destroying everything Freddie Mercury believed in, but it was a tough song to sing, I'll give you that," Rachel shrugged, about to walk off before Jesse interrupted.
"Are you serious? I had no emotional depth, did you NOT see me?" He argued, pointing back to the stage as he was coming down the steps and walking right up to her. Rachel gave a small pitiful laugh.
"I saw you alright, you dominate the stage, and BARELY give anyone else a chance to perform," she scolded, proud at herself for managing to stand up to thee Jesse St. James, who was now currently insulted to the point of shock.
"Like how you gave away the entire spotlight in sectionals? I was there, I saw you," Jesse recovered, quirking an eyebrow up at her.
"Actually, no, I was given that solo because the song Mercedes was going to sing was taken when our set list was leaked. I saw you at your sectionals as well, by the way, and I was shocked at how ROBOTIC you were!" Rachel ranted, pointing her finger, and due to the closeness between them, it poked his chest. "Don't you realize that when you sing, you're meant to feel something, otherwise there is just no point in singing! The only bond it seems you have with your teammates is through your talent!"
"Ah Rachel Berry, you're definitely different from what I imagined you, you're even more stuck up and pathetic than I thought you were." Jesse snarled, crossing his arms over his Jesse. Rachel gasped; she wasn't going to take this.
"Well, I didn't want to have to say this, but you lack emotion practically ALL of the time, and sometimes you can't sing and dance at the same time!" She practically shrieked at him, taking in his horrified expression.
"No one says that too Jesse St. James." His expression hardens, "I won't stand for this. I'm leaving." he announced, turning around and making a dramatic exit.
"Watch how a REAL dramatic exit is!" Rachel huffed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder, and walking in the opposite direction of the rude Jesse St. James, and not looking back.
This put Rachel in a bad mood for the rest of the day, considering the fact that Vocal Adrenaline are very good AND her confrontation with Jesse, it was a little bit more than she usually handles. It made that daily slushy just a bit more irritating than usual.
What made it worse that her team were moping around like a bunch of nothings, depressed about their performance? Not acceptable. Even Mr. Shue sat at the piano, a little lost for words.
"I am so disappointed by the lack of team spirit in this room. So what if Vocal Adrenaline perform a…decent performance to us? By getting in a funk, we are doing exactly what we want them to do!" Rachel exclaimed, standing up and walking to the centre of the room.
"What do you suppose we do then?" Kurt manages to ask, flicking his fringe back and sighing.
"I say we get even. I say we show Vocal Adrenaline what we're made of." Rachel's smile began to grow before she had the rest of the club nodding and smiling too.
Jesse St. James was NOT going to take away regionals from her with his greedy hands.
A/N – aaaaand here you go:) It will be continued, I have so many idea's!