Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters.

This is yet another Prom fan fiction, I am going crazy thinking about the next episode and I found myself writing this. It has been awhile since I've written and this is my first Glee one, but I hope you enjoy.(:

Prom is in a week….Prom.

Rachel may not seem like one who would care about something as cliché as prom, but she was excited—despite the fact that she would be dateless. To her surprise, Principal Figgins had asked her to be part of the prom planning committee, "Please, I will not only plan this prom, but make it the best that McKinley has ever seen!" Okay, surprised that she wasn't asked sooner.

"Nothing could ruin this day," She thought to herself," the sun was shining, she was head of Prom Committee, Barbra played on her way to school this morning, Jesse St. James was—huh?" Her feet stop, causing the students to try and trample through her in the hallway. "There is no way he is here. He can't be."

Rachel had an idea. She walked over to the curly haired boy and pulled him by the collar of his shirt into an empty hallway. It may have seemed out of character for Rachel, or just plain crazy, but she kissed him. It was a short kiss and when it was all over, just as Jesse was about to speak, she left. No words, she just walked away.

Jesse was speechless. He just stood there in confusion over what had just happened, "Is she still angry or does that mean all is forgiven…?" Before he has time to further analyze the situation, Mr. Shuester spots him.

"Jesse, there you are! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me…" Shuester gives his signature smile.

"Rachel, I need your help," Finn approaches the brunette's locker.

She slams her locker shut and looks up at him with a smile," Yes?"

"Sorry if it's awkward or whatever, but Quinn keeps asking me about the flower stuff for prom…" He trails off.

"Won't Quinn mind if I help you with that?" Rachel feels as if it's the millionth time she's asked him something like this.

Finn just shrugs in response. Rachel lets out a sigh, "3:00. Parking lot." And she just walks off for the second time today.

Rachel doesn't know what is up with her today. Her interactions with both Finn and Jesse didn't have the same affect they would have, say, two weeks ago. She's trying to do less thinking, and more living and acting. Her conversation with Kurt and Mercedes is finally getting to her, she doesn't need a guy right now—she needs to focus on her career, on herself.

"Prom is this Saturday, as I'm sure you all know," Mr. Shue starts to tell the Glee Club, "Figgins has asked us to perform during it, and I believe it'll be a great practice for Nationals. And while we are on the subject of Nationals…" Before he can finish that though, Jesse St. James enters the choir room and finishes it for him,

"Mr. Shue thought that you could all use some help for Nationals, my help."

Jesse takes a quick glance at Rachel, who seems to be furious. In fact, all of the glee club seems to be, especially Finn.

"Mr. Shue! How could you bring him here after what he pulled last year?" Finn is Outraged.

"More importantly," Rachel interjects, "How could you ask him for help, when I'm right here? I am just as capable of helping the glee club win Nationals."

"But have you won 4 National titles?" Jesse has that smug smile plastered onto his face.

They all bicker and argue about Jesse, until Mr. Shue lays down the law that Jess will in fact be helping them. The rest of the glee club is still furious, but pretend to be alright with it anyway.

Glee club is finally over, after what felt like hours. Jesse tries to get Rachel's attention, "Why did you kiss me?"

Instead of answering his question, Rachel gets real close to him and whispers in a stern tone, "You are not taking my club away from me St. James." walking away from him for the second time that day.

Oh that girl. Jesse thinks to himself. It's a little after three now and as he's searching the still full parking lot for his black SUV, something takes him by surprise.

A certain giant quarterback is helping a girl into his truck, and the girl is definitely not Quinn Fabray. Jesse sees Finn drive off with, none other than, Rachel. "Figures," Jesse mutters.

Sorry if this chapter is a little slow, hopefully it will get better in time. Feel free to give me a review; good, bad, or constructive. The more I know what you like, the better I can make this story be.