A/N: Ok, so over the weekend I wrote this and I hope you guys like it. I don't own anything unfortunatley

Rachel had a smile on her face as she took her books out of her locker; kissing the picture of Finn she had on the inside of the door before closing it. In front of her stood the real thing, though instead of his head facing her it was his chest. She looked up to see Finn Hudson, her boyfriend grinning down at her. She blushed slightly, knowing that he had seen the whole thing.

"Hey Rachel." He said with a goofy grin on his face. You are just so adorable she thought with a smile.

"Hey Finn." She said, reaching up on her toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. So much better than the picture

"So, what do you have planned for summer?" He asked hopefully. He wanted to spend lots of time with her as he used to when he was with Quinn. Rachel sighed and looked down at her feet. She'd delayed telling him how she planned to spend her summer because she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Well, I signed up for..." She quietened her voice slightly. "Summer Camp."

"Summer camp?" He asked, looking slightly confused and hurt.

"Yeah, it's a performing arts camp. I want to work on singing for next year. Maybe if I get better we'll get to nationals do you know what I mean?" She rambled on.

"Rach, its fine. I'll hang with the guys this summer." He said, knowing that she was heading for a full blown rant about how they deserved to get to nationals instead of Vocal Adrenaline. "When do you leave?"

"Tonight."

Rachel lay on the bed in the unfamiliar room, listening to the breathing that filled the room. She had been put in a room with Andrea Cohen – her rival from Vocal Adrenaline – a girl named Hayley and another Vocal Adrenaline member Sasha. Hayley seemed okay but she still hated Andrea and Sasha for the whole egg debacle.

She missed Finn so much already. She'd already spent an hour in the bathroom crying for him, much to Sasha's amusement. She hoped that the days ahead were a lot easier. She sat up in her bed, picking up her iPod touch from her bedside table, scrolling the through her playlists before pressing the one titled 'Finn'. She put her headphones in and resting her head on her pillow.

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.

She took the midnight plane going anywhere.

It was her first morning at Camp Sing and Rachel was up bright and early and down at the breakfast hall. She was the only person there, seeing as it was five in the morning and they only had to be up at six but she'd made sure that the cook knew that she was there and now she was sat at the biggest table in the room, eating her muesli.

She heard the door open and looked up from her bowl. There was a clang as she dropped her spoon on the floor when she realised who it was. Jesse St. James was stood at the door, looking equally as shocked as he saw who was sat at the table across the room from him. "Jesse?" Rachel said, her mouth falling open. What was he doing here? She'd thought that once he'd graduated that he would go straight to New York but instead he was at summer camp in the middle of Washington.

"Rachel." Jesse muttered, gulping slightly. He'd never expected her to come here. This was Vocal Adrenaline's turf. It always had been though he guessed Shelby had probably recommended it to her.

Even with her mouth wide open, showing him her half chewed muesli he found her amazingly beautiful. But he'd screwed up and now he couldn't have her and the last he'd heard she was dating – and very happy with – Finn.

Rachel finally recovered enough to close her mouth and say. "What are you doing here?" In a very high voice, reaching down to pick up her spoon. When she sat up straight he was sat across from her, looking at her with his usual serious face.

"I wanted to come here one last time before I go to New York. To train a little bit more." He replied, with a small smirk on his face. "What about you? Had a fall out with Shrek?" He said sarcastically, though deep down he hoped that she would say yes.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Shelby said that I'd enjoy it here, so I signed up." She replied with a shrug, not bothering to answer his second question.

"Cool."

"Yeah."

The young man had a goofy grin on his face. What the hell. He's too young to be a Vocal Coach. Rachel thought to herself as the dark haired man who looked around twenty-one focused his attention on her.

"You. New Girl. What's your name?" He asked in his strong British accent.

"Rachel Barbara Berry." She said, confidently, hearing a snigger from behind her.

The man smirked. "Andrea, be nice." He said before smiling at Rachel. "My name's Paul Raymond Fletcher and I'm your Vocal Coach for this summer." He told her nicely; though she had the feeling that he was mocking her. "Do you wanna show us what you got?" He asked though she knew that it wasn't a question.

She made her way to the front of the room, handing sheets of music to the women who was sat behind the piano. She cleared her throat and focused on the teenagers in front of her. She began to sing, and she didn't realise it at the time but she was singing to one person in that room.

Jesse listened to her beautiful voice, her eyes were locked with his and he felt a shiver go down his spine. He loved this girl, he really did.

We wrote a prelude, to our own fairytale

And bought a parachute, at a church rummage sale

And with a mean sewing machine, and miles of thread

We sewed the day above LA in navy and red

Rachel stood in the corner of the room with Hayley; they were both new so they'd made a pact to stick together. She took a sip of her punch and screwed up her nose, who ever had made this really sucked, it was sour as hell but she didn't bother to throw it away and kept drinking it. It was the welcome party that the camp threw every year and it was held in the dinner hall. They'd moved all the table's out and created a disco.

At that moment Andrea was on the Karaoke machine. Rachel didn't know how Vocal Adrenaline had won with her singing lead, she was slurring like hell. Was she just a pretty face and they turned off her mike or something? Hayley sighed.

"I'm sorry Rach, but I'm feeling rubbish, I'm gonna go back to the room." She said, smiling apologetically.

"It's fine." Rachel smiled. "I'll be back after I get my turn on the Karaoke anyway." She added. Hayley did look ill so she wouldn't bother her about it. She didn't feel her best herself but she was determined that she was going to sing.

An hour later

Jesse watched as Rachel grinded with a blonde haired boy in the middle of the dance floor, a glass of punch in her hand. Of course, they'd spiked the drink again. They did it every year and seeing as most of the staff were young themselves no one cared.

He made his way over to her, she was now dancing with a drunk Andrea and he had to get her out of there before she did something she would regret in the morning. He grabbed her arm softly, pulling her towards him. "Come on Rachel, I'm gonna get you to bed." To his surprise she pulled away.

"No. I wanna party!" She said with a grin before taking another gulp of her drink. He grabbed for the glass, Rachel glared at him. "No! I'm having fun. And I haven't got to sing yet."

He wrestled the drink out of her hands and put it on the table next to them. "Come on Rach." He pleaded, wrapping his arm around her waist as he pulled her away from the dance floor. Her breath was on his face and it stunk.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Sing with me Jesse?" She asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, though in her stated she just looked demented.

"No, I have to get you to bed." He said, shaking his head as he pulled her towards the door. "You've had too much to drink."

"No." She complaining, stamping her foot, resembling a toddler for a moment. "I want to sing!" She shouted, attracting the attention of Paul who shrugged it off and carried on kissing his pretty – and underage – girlfriend.

Jesse pulled her towards him angrily. "Ok, if I sing with you will you let me take you back to your room?" He whispered his face just inches away from hers.

"Any day sunshine." She replied, causing him to roll his eyes.

He pulled her over to the karaoke machine and asked her what song she wanted to sing. "Ummm." She pretended to think about it. "Don't stop believing!" He looked at her in shock. He'd thought that it was hers and Finns song. It was in her 'Finn' playlist on her iTunes (he'd snooped around her laptop once).

"Are you sure?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow, passing her a mike.

"Yes, Finn... Uhm, Noah? No Jesse!" She giggled as if he mixing him up with her boyfriend and other ex boyfriend was funny.

He selected the song and began singing along.

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world

She took the midnight train going anywhere.

Rachel took over from him, singing her part. Even drunk she was a great voice. He was impressed.

Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit

He took the midnight train going anywhere.

His eyes locked with hers but he knew that she wasn't feeling what he was. She was off her face; he doubted she remembered who he was and the history that they shared.

"Rachel, tell me."

"No."

"Rachel you are really starting to piss me off right now. Where is your cabin?" Jesse asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm not gonna tell you. You'll stalk me." She replied with raised eyebrows, folding her arms across her chest.

"I promise I won't stalk you, I just want to take you back so that we can both get some sleep."

"I don't want to sleep." She stamped her foot. "I want to party."

"Tough. We're staying here until you tell me where your cabin is." He leaned against a tree, he didn't know why she had ran into the forest in an attempt to get back to the party but drunk girls will be drunk girls.

"Please." She said, walking towards him, placing a hand on his chest. "Pretty please." She pleaded, placing her head on his shoulder. The only thing that kept him from saying ok was his common sense. She had always had some form of control over him, he didn't know how or why but tonight he wouldn't give in. He wasn't stupid.

"No, Rachel I'm sorry but you're gonna hurt yourself, please tell me where your cabin is." He pleaded, growing tired of asking. She glared at him and turned on her heel, stomping away from him, catching her heel on a root as she did so and falling forward on her face. He rushed forward, kneeling next to her.

"Rachel are you ok?" He questioned as she turned over, staring up at him.

"Jesse?" She asked, quietly.

"What Rachel?" He chuckled at her. Trust Rachel to ignore his question after scaring the hell out of him.

"Did you love me?" She asked, he eyes were half closed.

"Of course I did!" He said, frowning down at her, helping her sit up straight. He wondered if she had loved him too but he wouldn't ask the question.

"Do you love me now?" She asked him, a grin on her face. Damn, he'd thought that the fall had sobered her a little but now drunk Rachel was back. He didn't get the time to answer her question because she pressed her lips to his and pushed him backwards onto his back. Crap. This is my favourite shirt he thought as his tried to push her of off him as she climbed on top of him.

She finally pulled away, breathless with a hurt look on her face. "Don't you want me?" She asked, blinking back tears.

"Rachel I do want you but I don't want to take advantage of you, you're drunk." He stated, trying to get up and failing as Rachel's legs which were straddling his waist stopped him from even sitting up.

"But I love you." She whispered. He'd been wanting to hear her say that since the day he and Vocal Adrenaline had egged her but he just couldn't be sure that she meant what she said.

"Rach-"He was cut off by Rachel sliding her hands down his pants. "Rachel don't" He said, man the girl was persistent. He assumed that with a boyfriend like Finn she was still a virgin and even if he couldn't resist her this just wasn't the place for this. He knew that they'd both feel dirty afterwards. "Come back to my cabin. I don't have any roommates." He sighed, earning a grin from Rachel.

Ok, ten reviews and I'll put the next one up, the songs are don't stop believing by journey and hot air balloon by fireflies