Pairing: Rachel/ Jesse´

Disclaimer: I own Glee, its Characters, Great Britan and all the inhabitants. ... exept that I don't

Warning: 1. This is my first Glee Fic. So if it sucks you have been warned!

Slight Finn and Kurt bashing. Maybe Major W. Shue bash since I hate him.

Chapter 1

It had hurt. When Finn told her that he didn't want to be her boyfriend, Rachel had felt like a thousand tiny needles pricked her heart. So she cried. Told him off. And then revived herself like a phoenix. In song format. But right now. She didn't really have anything to sing about. She wanted to belch out lyrics about the heartbreaking pains that one felt when love left. But she didn't feel them. She didn't feel that much since Jesse had dumped her.

„Why not let Mercedes sing it, Mr. Shue? I'm not really feeling it today!"

For a moment she expected her teacher to ask for an ambulance. If she, Rachel Berry, gave a solo to somebody else, she was obviously in the cold clutchy hands of the angel of death. Actually everybody was staring at her. Probably were waiting for a fit. She didn't feel like it.

She gave a little nod to Mr. Shue and got up: „I'm going to the rest room." He nodded back, but had stopped caring two seconds after starting with it. The irony, that the one person claiming to be her fan, the one person who was supposed to be neutral showed her his dislike openly. It would have made her laugh. But she didn't feel like it.

She beelined for the doors and left for the parking lot. Finally enjoying the quit of her car she contemplated what to do now. She was probably supposed to get back in, reclaim her solo and Rachel-Berry everyone over. But when the Puckmaster was your only „friend" (and that was only if you used the term „friend" loosely as in: „ No, we never hang out or talk. And I don't think he likes me that much. But we sat next to each other twice… and made out) you got it bad.

Her supposed friend Finn was still playing it up. But this was not the first time he walked all over her. He had his whims. She got used to his mood swings and his habit to take it out on her. And she would forgive him. As she always did. Because in her book friends forgave each other (of course in her book friends didn't pressure you to break up with your boyfriend either but apparently Finn was reading another book on friendship).

And then there was Jesse. He was is normal self. Except for the not-talking-to-her part. And what made it worse – he was probably totally right. She had cheated on him. With her ex boyfriend. While he watched. She had been promiscuous. Musically-speaking. Of course everyone had been on Jesses side. Except for Brittany who still tried to figure out why Sandy tried to murder her and the boys. She had tried to apologize, but even in her ears everything she said sounded lame. Like a sorry excuse for her sorry personality. It wasn't like she didn't know about her faults. But up till now, she was certain that she was love able (if somebody took the time to get to know her) enough. That she could have friends and be popular just by being herself.

She had been wrong.

So Rachel cried a little bit to herself. Held herself. Comforted herself. Because singing wasn't the only talent she had developed over the years.

Chapter two:

She needed a minute before opening the door. She wanted to be ready. It was like walking on stage of a daily play. She knew what to do. 'Just go through the motions.'

Rachel Berry had everything that you needed to be a star. Looks, talents, the right working attitude and the perfect show face. Absolutely nothing could betray her emotions when she put up her show face.

The moment Rachel Berry went through the door of her home, she looked radiant. Happy, Energetic. Was full of pride and strive when she told her Daddy how great Glee Club rehearsals went. Even went so far to playfully fist bump when she told her Dad how well received her music video had been and how her friends had been happy for her.

They didn't need to know. They would just worry. Rachel Berry had been born out of love. And as long as her dads lived in their eyes love should be the only things Rachel Berry ever received.

This was supposed to be easy. Hit on the lonely diva girl, get her to trust you (get in her pants if possible) and make sure that Shelby receive every information she might need for destroying „New Directions". If only for the super-dopey title. Who the Mariah-Careys-Glitter had come up with something like this. In hindsight, he should have gone for Mercedes. But Rachel had seemed like a challenge and Jesse St. James loved himself a challenge. And at first it was as he had expected. Rachel was high maintenance. Overly dramatic. And really talented and pretty. Easily seduced. He didn't expect her to be so cute. And fresh. At first he had felt a hefty little heart tuck when she told him she was ready. It had surprised even him but he had been honestly happy. And truly wanted to comfort him when she hid away in the bath room.

Being around Rachel was fun. Especially if she wasn't self-conscious. They just .. clicked. She should have been hyper to be with him. Especially since the only dating experience she seem to have was Finn. And while Finn was a decent singer (who should consider moving in the background because he vocals were sooo strained sometimes) he was also a douchebag. And Jesse knew. Since had been a douche bag to a couple of girls himself. He understood Finn want for freedom and a rock star live but who was he kidding. As if Finn did have the potential. Especially with that hair. Maybe in Jock-paradise.

But that was not the point. The point was that Rachel had proven that a lot of things were more important to her then their relationship. And screwing him over with Puck-alooza had been especially offensive. To expect him being cool about sharing the lime-light with her EX-boyfriend and somebody who offered to torch down the sacred grounds of an auditorium was as laughable the the movie „Honey".

She might as well have asked him to let her date Puck and Finn while being with him.

Chapter three:

It still bothered him. Nobody cared. She had been gone for more then 15 minutes and nobody even noticed. Or they did notice and were slightly relieved. After all, they had broke up. So they had to be a Rachel Berry super-tantrum. With singing about her feelings in classical break up songs. At first everybody would roll their eyes but soon they would join in, hold each others hands, look weepy in each other eyes and forget again that this wonderful surrounding had been delivered by Rachel.

That had bugged him, the minute he had walked in New Directions. How everybody got pissy that Rachel would snatch away every solo, while they got none. But everybody expected to get one handed to them. No one was really willing to work for it. He was pretty sure that Mercedes didn't spend her time working on her vocals. Or that Kurt was practising ballet since he could stand straight. And if he looked at the collection of ballet shoes Rachel owned, she was obviously practicing whenever she could. Rain or shine. So if everything else, her dedication made her deserving of the solos. But it was probably easier to bitch about Rachel being an Attention-Diva and demanding so much instead of getting up off their butts and start working on becoming a star.

After Kurt and Quinn finished a rather thin version of „And when the rain begins to fall" he got up: „Guys, I'm leaving. I still have stuff to do. And don't worry Kurt. If I closed my eyes I would have been sure that it was Pia Zadora singing." They were funnily adamant of keeping him around. Since they thought him (rightfully though) to be a spy and all. But that wasn't apparently interesting anymore after he and Rachel were done.

Instead of hearing them abusing another song, Jesse hung around in front of Rachels locker for a bit. It wasn't like he wanted to make sure that she was okay. Since they were way over and stuff. But he liked this place. Totally coincidental. And pointless since Rachel didn't turn up. So he flirtet the information about Rachels whereabouts out of Mrs. Stintson – the school nurse. Who was frighteningly open for it, given that she was around 80 years old, and Jesse was in Science with her grandson Barney. She had gone home. Without her ballet practise.

Rachel Berry had left the building.