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Future fic. There's no reason you should read this story. It's silly. It was written in a hurry and without my trusted dictionary. I should have probably deleted it after writing it, but…what can I say? There's no excuse.
„This is CHILI Media, and we're back with a rather juicy story. You know Rachel Berry? Some of you might: she's a rising star on Broadway, rumored to sack a Tony before she's twenty-five. And what about Jesse St. James – that fine looking young man who's face is plastered all over the city…I won't tell you which product his charming face advertises, but I'd advise you to open your eyes and take a long look the next time you're outside. So Rachel and Jesse, we've got some gossip about them. Are you curious yet?"
"You should turn that off", Santana says from beside Quinn, who has turned all kinds of red in the face since the quirky woman on TV started speaking.
The blonde just shrugs off her friend's comforting hand on her shoulder and turns the volume louder.
"Yesterday, we sent a reporter to interview Rachel Berry, and, as you all know we always do, started filming the moment we arrived on the venue. Most of the time, we catch the celebrities doing last-minute preparations or ordering around their assistants or something along those lines. Boring, right? Well, this time, it wasn't. Because the situation we caught Rachel and Jesse in…let me just say that instead of interviewing the young diva, we decided to stay hidden and let those two speak for themselves. Oh, I'm so excited for you all to see this…send the kids to bed, get some popcorn, and, for heaven's sake, watch!"
As the camera shows a curtain behind which, most certainly, Rachel and Jesse are hidden, Santana moves to grab the remote. Quinn's hand on hers stops her before she can turn the TV off or change the channel, and Santana thinks about fighting her, but she knows Quinn will see this anyway. If it's not now, it's some time later (it may be the first, but certainly not the last time they show this, she thinks) or on the internet. At least now she's here, ready to offer a shoulder and curse Rachel all the way to hell. Still, she has to try… "You know what happened. He kissed her. She didn't push him away. It's a crappy way to find out your girlfriend cheats on you, but at least now you know."
"I wanted to surprise her", Quinn whispers.
"I know", Santana sighs. Then, frowning, "How did you not notice the camera team?"
"I guess I was a little preoccupied with Jesse St. fucking James kissing my girlfriend…ex-girlfriend…whatever. I mean, that place is practically made of curtains. I must have stood on the other side."
Santana nods. "Has she tried to talk to you again?"
"I haven't been answering her calls", Quinn says, a pained look on her face.
On the TV, the reporter tells his cameraman to move the curtain to the side just a little bit and another man to hold the microphone higher. The voices are getting clearer, the images sharper, and then it happens: millions of people all over America watch as Jesse leans forward and catches Rachel's lips in a kiss.
"This is when I ran off", Quinn explains.
"Do you really want to see the rest?"
Quinn nods. "I want to know. I may not be ready to hear it from her yet, but I want to know."
Suddenly, there's a loud yelp and there on TV is Jesse St. James, jumping up and down, his hands covering his mouth.
"What just happened?", Quinn asks.
"What the hell was that?", Jesse asks.
Rachel just shrugs, arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed.
"You just bit my tongue!", Jesse yells.
"This is gold", a voice Quinn identifies as the reporter's mutters.
"You tried to kiss me!", Rachel yells back.
"It was just…for my new role. I was acting. It was…a rehearsal." A weak response from a weak guy.
"In that case, I have to apologize. It must have escaped my attention that we were rehearsing and that this was, in fact, a kissing scene. My bad."
Quinn has to grin in spite of herself, and she notices Santana trying to hold back laughter. Rachel being sarcastic has always been, for lack of a better word, adorable.
"You never were good at sarcasm, Rach."
"Don't call me that. My friends call me Rach. Jerks who try to lay one on me even when they know I'm in a relationship and then try to take me for a fool do not get to call me Rach."
"Come on, don't be like that. We could be good together. We already were good together once."
"Were being the operative word. But – you know what? That's a lie. We weren't good. We were teenagers, and we were a disaster waiting to happen. I was a self-absorbed diva and you were a conniving jerk. Apparently, you still are. There never was anything good about us, and there isn't now."
"Why are you getting so worked up over this? I didn't try to rape you, Rachel, just kiss you."
"I'm in a relationship."
"It's just a kiss."
"It's still cheating."
"No one would know."
"I would know."
"It would help your career."
"It would- are you trying to be an asshole?"
"Seriously, I don't get you. You've always been so driven; you used to do everything to achieve your dreams. I could help you, open some doors, talk to some people. All I want is one tiny kiss."
"What's in it for you? Do you really want me to believe that you'd do all of that in exchange for a simple kiss?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you always want what you can't have. I think you can't stand the thought that I'm not running after you like a little puppy anymore. I think you hate the thought that I found true love while you're still lonely and miserable. I think you want me to want Broadway just as much as you do, just so you can justify to yourself every dubious act that brought you here."
"I think you talk too much."
"So I hear."
"You're being difficult."
"That's not new, either."
"I said I could help you. Well, I could also destroy you. Is your precious relationship worth sacrificing Broadway?"
"It's worth everything. I'm not going to be that person, Jesse. I'm not going to betray my love."
"What's happened to you? This was all you ever wanted. You've had so many stones thrown in your way. You were bullied all through High School. You had to give up so much. Now you've finally got you dream, and you're just going to throw it away?"
"My dream means nothing without someone to share it. I found the love of my live, Jesse. That's something you don't throw away."
"I don't know what I ever saw in you."
"Great, that makes two of us. Can you leave now, or do I have to make you?"
"If he doesn't leave, I'll make him", the reporter mumbles.
"What?", Rachel asks confusedly.
"What?", Jesse echoes back.
"Did you say something?"
"Shit."
And then, several things happen at once: Rachel finally spots the camera hiding between the curtains, the reporter yells at his crew to pack up and get the hell out of there, and Jesse makes a mad dash for the nearest exit. The last thing the camera captures before it's unceremoniously turned off is Rachel's shocked face.
"Well, this is it, guys. Did you like it? I sure did. I bow before you, Rachel Berry, and shame on you, Jesse St. James. Give us your opinion on the whole thing on our website – we'll be sure to do some polls on how much of an ass you think Mr. St. James is. Tomorrow, you'll get a full report on people's reactions. Have a good night, guys. Oh, I almost forgot: Rachel, Jesse, don't bother suing us for showing this. We have the best lawyers."
"Wow", Santana breathes.
"Yeah. Wow."
"You should call her."
"I will", Quinn nods.
"And apologize", Santana ads.
"With jewelry. And vegan chocolate. And maybe a song", Quinn agrees.
"Jewelry", Santana grins. "You thinking about a ring?"
"I found the love of my live, Santana", Quinn says slowly. "That's not something you throw away."
Thanks for reading. And, well...sorry. I just had to get it out :)