Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
I know i don't finish my story but, this i just needed to write. It's mostly Jessie St James and Rachel. But it will end up with FInchel, patience.
*First time writing 'Rachel and Jesse' stoyline*
*Dont hate Jesse, he's a good guy, sort of*
It starts of from NIght of Neglect, where Mercedes is performing and Rachel is backstage.
Rachel's POV
I had a hand on my chest. Her performance was breath taking. Her looks were just stunning. I was so proud of her, singing her heart out. I'm proud of myself too, giving her that closing slot she wanted.
If i looked back to that day, that day when Mr. Shue gave the solo to Tina, i would be disgusted at myself. I shouldn't have acted so immature about that situation, quitting glee club and joining a club that doesn't appreciate me,
All because of a solo i didn't get.
I've realized i have to give others a chance, a say, a song.
I turned my eyes away from Mercedes and glanced at Finn. He had his arms wrapped around Quinn's shoulder. He looked down, eyes showing sadness. I didn't know why and i didn't want to find out.
I sighed, fluttered my eyes and looked away.
I should've have to involve myself with his affairs. I was trying to focus on me, me being a star, my career. I did not need to have him pull me down. He was content being with Quinn, i had to show him that I was content without him.
When Mercedes finished her solo, she walked towards me.
"Go on, bring the house down," She beckoned me to get on the stage.
"Are you kidding me, the house h-has already been brought down. That was the closing slot," I told her, and finally embracing her.
Giving others a chance.
Giving others a say.
Giving others a song.
I was still so impressed with myself and of course Mercedes. But mostly me, because i've finally learnt to GIVE instead of TAKE. I felt content that i had a friend, like Mercedes, or Kurt or even Blaine. I had real friends. Something that i had never had for a long time.
I lay on my bed, my mind still in a constant mode of thinking. My mind went from Mercedes, to Broadway, the Tony's Award, back to glee club, Puck and finally Finn.
Puck.
Finn.
Those were my 'ex's, whom i still had a good relationship with. My friends. But, there was one specific that was now going through my mind.
Je-
I picked up my phone, scrolled through my phonebook and pressed his number.
It rang once, twice and then he picked up.
"Rachel?"
I froze.
He still had my number. I could not think straight. But i had to say something.
"I er- just wanted to see if uh- you still got my number?"
What?
That was the most absurd thing i could ever come up with.
"What's wrong Rachel? Something happened?" Jesse answered.
"Nothing- It's nothing" I sighed.
I heard Jesse giggled on the other side of the line.
"What?" I screamed, a little louder than usual.
I started to get mad. Why does everything must seem so funny to him. I plucked up my courage to even call him and now he was giggling. Ok, that's it i am never calling him again. Stupid Jesse St Jackass.
I loved him, he never did.
He sighed. "I missed your voice."
Ok, maybe i misjudged him. Maybe, only a 'maybe' i'll call him again.
It got silent, awkward silence.
"Hey- Let's meet for….coffee or something. I really want to see you" He sounded as if he was smiling when he said it.
I was getting worried.
"How would i know if," My voice lowered into a whisper. "If you would be like- holding a basket of eggs this time." Sarcastically, i told him off.
He went silent. He still remembered. I'VE NEVER FORGOTTEN.
"Please, Rachel. Give me a chance. We'll talk it out ok? Just-just give me a chance."
Those words rang inside my head. I was a new path towards a better me and it all starts with making my past right. Forgiving those who had done wrong and making it right.
"OK, we'll meet…..But-"
He cut me off.
"But somewhere further from your school"
I was impressed. He still know me.
"I get it, you don't have to explain. See you tomorrow."
"Yup. It's a date."
Oh no, wrong words to say Miss Rachel Berry.
"Oh no, i meant the specific day is set, where we both go out- No, i mean-I mean meet to have coffee…..As friends Nothing going on there. But we're-we're not technically friends. I mean judging by everything that happened last year. Yeah.."
So, my ranting is one of my FEW flaws. i"ll let him off the hook this time cause i can understand. Nobody likes me when i start talking away. I pouted.
Jesse laughed. "No, that's perfectly fine. And i truly understand. It was no excuse for the way i ill-treated you, egging you. BUT, i'd like to make it right."
He sees right through me. I didn't know if that was a good thing, still. But that was one of the many reason i fell in love with him. Because he understands me. And the reason i thought he fell in love with me too. I'm doubtful again.
"And by the way," Jesse continued. "I'd like to think that you have a way with words. You great with them."
I smiled.
"Ok, see you tomorrow…..Bye" I hung up.
I'd take it Jesse still like me. Maybe, i still like him.
Maybe so, because that was the first compliments i had in weeks and the first time somebody didn't commented on my ranting.
I closed my eyes, snuggling into my pillows, laid neatly at the head of my bed. Just then, i felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I looked at it.
1 new message
I opened it and smiled for the last time before i got ready to go to bed.
It was really great to hear from you Rachel. I promise i'll explain everything to you tomorrow. Now you go and sleep. Be pretty, always 3
