So, I'm back! This kind of takes place in the episode Jonathan Groff returns. (EEEEEPPPP!) Anyway, this is kind of my fantasy of what Rachel and Jesse go through during prom. Like, the actual dance. Enjoy! It was kind of inspired by Coldplay's "A Message." Hence the title.
"You didn't have to come back, you know." Rachel whispered as Jesse's hands touched her waist. "Why waste your energy in manipulating me even more?"
Jesse shook his head, slowly rocking them to the beat of the song. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't lie and be arrogant with her. Why? Because that got him nowhere last year. "You don't have to be alone, Rachel." he finally said. "I'm here."
"And who said I needed you, Jesse?" she asked roughly, her petite hands squeezing his shoulders. "You broke my heart the second I saw you perform with Vocal Adrenaline. And you lost me forever the moment you broke that egg."
"I didn't mean to. Rachel, I didn't even suggest that- it just sort of happened. I was pressured into doing it." he saw her roll her eyes. "I had no choice." he persisted. "My scholarship to UCLA was on the line and I needed to do what I had to in order to succeed. If it had been up to me, I would not have egged you Rach."
"I just don't see why you came back," she said, looking away. "There's nothing here for you at McKinley. Not anymore."
"That's where you're wrong Rachel. You're here. And I'm not going anywhere unless we're on good terms. Unless we're together again."
"I'm not giving up on Finn." she stated, causing him to snort.
"Hudson? Rach, he pegged you in the nose, he made Quinn cheat on that Sam kid for crying out loud!" he stopped dancing, his hands gently holding her shoulders. "He's no good for you. Face it, it wasn't meant to be."
"You don't know that Jesse!" she hushed, frustrated by the fact of hearing the 'move on' speech. She'd been hearing it for the last couple of months from everyone and she didn't need to hear it from him. "And it's not like you're any better." she added.
She watched his blue eyes shift quickly and fast. His head nodded and he bit his lip gently. "You're right," he agreed, looking down at his shoes. "I am no better. But let's face it Rachel, we're perfect together."
"Excuse me?" she said.
"We're the same. You and I." he continued, slowly lifting his gaze to her. "Same ambitions, same attitude. We're total divas. We're selfish and maybe a bit too much of dreamers. Don't tell me you didn't notice how our voices blended perfectly together. Rachel, we're meant to be. We're a match made in heaven."
She shook her head. "Stop."
"What?" he asked cautiously as she closed her eyes, a pained expression on her face.
"Stop telling me these things because I'm starting to believe you. And I'm not suppose to. You're a deceiver Jesse. I'm not sure if I should believe you because I'm afraid of repeating the past with you."
"And that would be?"
"Loving you then realizing it wasn't real at all. That it was for the wrong motives. That in all retrospect, you are a good actor because you managed to fool me." she blinked away the water works. "I can't take that again. I can't take on you and Finn breaking me in the same year."
Jesse suddenly took her into his arms, holding her tightly and not even caring about the music blaring in the background or the stares of New Directions. He told her exactly what he felt. "You make me nervous."
His confession made her confused and her brows furrowed, all the while still in his arms. "What?"
"You make me so nervous, I can't breathe. I can't sleep, I can't have a single thought without you in it. Hell, I can't even sing without thinking about Lionel Richie's Hello. I don't know how long or what it's going to take for you to realize that this is real- that I'm here without false motives and that I genuinely care about you. But I don't care how long it takes. I'll do whatever I can to convince you of my feelings for you." he smiled. "I don't even care if half of New Directions just heard my confession."
She laughed softly, breathing in his scent. His warmth radiated and to be honest, it felt nice to have someone hold her the way he was right now. Not even Finn held her this way when they dated. The air felt heavy with emotion and she craned her neck to face his expression. Their eyes met and locked together and suddenly everything else went away.
The pain of their unresolved relationship. Her problems with Finn. His problems with Vocal Adrenaline. The spying. The lies. Everything faded and all that was left was them. Them against the world. And without any regard towards her teammates staring, she got on her tip-toes and gently pressed her lips against his soft ones.
And the first thing they both registered was the last thing they both expected.
...Fireworks...
Like the Fourth of July kind of fireworks. And then Rachel finally understood what Finn had meant. The feeling only intensified as the kiss lingered. And when Jesse kissed back, the whole scenario only doubled its strength. It was intoxicating and brilliant. It left her only wanting more.
Pulling away, his eyes sparkled. "Wow," he exasperated, looking at her. "Did you see what I did?"
She nodded. "Fireworks...Sparks."
He nodded. "Rockets red glare." she smiled and hugged him. She held him close until she heard an announcement about the results of Prom queen. And she didn't care as claps erupted and Lauren Zizes won. She didn't care as she gave her strange yet empowering speech or Quinn's glaring and yelling at Finn.
The only thing that mattered was them and the fact that they were finally together together. No more lies. No secrets or ulterior motives. It was finally the real Jesse meeting the real Rachel Berry.
"I love you." She said, looking at him smile brightly. He kissed her again, the sensation returning and lingering even as he barely pulled away, lips still hovering over hers.
"I love you too."
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-Fanatic4Fiction (AKA CocoHoney :P)