Jesse

I knew, I knew it was bad to feel how I was feeling. I was supposed to be playing Rachel for information, and it was working perfectly. All the kisses between us were lifeless, and had no true passion, but in her mind they meant something.

I wasn't in love with Rachel Berry. Not the slightest bit. In fact, I was verging on hating her. The love that I was feeling, that shouldn't be felt was for one Kurt Hummel.

So, I guess this serves as my coming out. Only, the slight problem with this is Kurt doesn't know my feelings. He never can.

He works for the competition, Rachel is his leader. It simply won't work. Besides, I want my four victories in a row. I can't let Shelby down. Not now. Maybe after we win Regionals? Who knows.

I lie down on my bed; pulse still rushing, and my head was still reeling.

Maybe if I can sleep... I thought to myself. Slowly I drifted off into a dream.

The dream that I had was a recap of the first time that I met Kurt...

The naive coach of New Directions, Will Shuester, invited us to McKinley High to perform for them, and vice versa.

Before we got up to perform Rachel met me in the hallway, and wished me good luck, but she also said that she knew her Glee club would do better. Typical her. She kissed me, her eyes were closed, but mine were open. I had no feelings for this girl, but I lead her to believe I did.

That's when I saw him. He was at the end of the hallway getting a drink of water, and he gave me a look of horror. When Rachel left Kurt confronted me.

"Why are you playing with her?" Kurt asked me squarely He had a fierce look of rage in his eyes. It made them look so sexy.

"It's none of your business.." I paused, I didn't know his name. Until now he was a minor minuscule detail in this whole thing. The only names I really knew were Finn Hudson,Sue Sylvester Shuester, and of course Rachel.

"It's Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Jesse, you may think you are cool, and that your team may be pretty hot. But, that says nothing for you as a person. I know from experience that when you twist things, people, around like you are doing it never turns out right." He folded his arms, and looked at me squarely in the eyes. Daring me almost to defend my actions.

"Rachel may be naive, annoying, and a total diva- even more so than I am, but she deserves better than this. Rachel was always one to believe in the fairy tale prince and princess romance."

"So, why do you think I am doing this to her?" I raised my voice, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.

"The same reason Sue Sylvester leaked our set list. To win. To make us look dumb. To make us look bad." The last time he said us I had the feeling he didn't mean New Directions. "I am telling Rachel, and if she doesn't believe, well, watch out." He walked away, not giving me the satisfaction of the last words.

I woke up shaking. Sleeping did nothing to help this problem, it only made it worse.

Kurt

It was Wednesday morning, the day after Vocal Adrenaline came to our school. I swore that I had to tell Rachel about Jesse. It wasn't about the satisfaction I would get for being right the first time (even though I was). It was for the team, and it was for Rachel's own good.

I saw her at her locker, and she was smiling stupidly at something. What? I had not a clue. Most likely a picture of Jesse.

"Rach' we need to talk." I said as serious as I could.

"Oh, more wardrobe advice? Huh?" She had a harsh tone in her voice. I don't think she'll ever forgive me for that bad makeover I gave her.

As much as I wanted to tell her that the bright blue pantsuit she was wearing did not fit her body type, and that the butterfly covered headband was way too childish for her, I decided not to.

"No, it's more serious than fashion. It's about Jesse." I said his name quietly.

"I am not seeing him! I told you before!"

"I know you are. Yesterday, in the hallway, I saw you kissing him Only he wasn't into the kiss at all. Rachel, his eyes were opened the whole time. He doesn't love you. He is playing you. He not only works for Shelby and Vocal Adrenaline, but he's gay." I was trying to be as kind about this as I could.

The look on her face was a mix of emotions. Hate, anger, sadness, wondering.

She just nodded, and let out a few tears. "How could I..." She muttered. I gave her a quick pat on the shoulder.

For the first time I saw her as a real person.