A/N: So….here it is. My brand new story, and it's Glee! Um….hope you like it? Review and tell me what you think, kay? By the way, this will be St. Berry all the way through, so don't get your hopes up for a major ship change, alright?

Chapter One

Rachel yelped in surprise when, after locking her apartment door, she turned around to find Jesse merely six inches away. She had definitely not been expecting him, and since she had insisted that they get separate apartments to keep her independence she really didn't under stand why he was there. Until he spoke.

"Where were you?" He demanded sharply, and Rachel frowned in irritation. Where did Jesse get off trying to know where she was every second of every day? She hadn't done anything to require such close scrutiny from him, and they both knew that.

"I was with Noah Jesse, as you very well should know. You've prevented me from having any other friends here, remember?" Her reply was sharp and angry, and Jesse sneered.

"You can't blame me for that Rach, that was all you and you damn well know it." She laughed sharply, shaking her head in disbelief. If he really believed that, he was out of his mind. She was always trying to make new friends, especially given how her few high school friends were a distant memory now.

"Oh was it? Really? Who complains every time I go out with Noah? Ah, that would be you. Why would it be any different with anybody else?" Her voice was more demanding than it had been since they had gotten to UCLA and she had decided to try and make him more comfortable and secure by quieting her 'diva tendencies' as Noah called them. But no more.

She was sick of having her every movement questioned by someone who should trust her implicitly, and she was sick of acting against her nature and allowing him to control her movements. "I love you Jesse, but you're smothering me, and I can't take much more of this."

Jesse backed away, his face awash in bitterness. "So, what? You're gonna leave me? After all we've been through, after we fought to keep this, you're just gonna up and leave, just because I asked you where you'd been?"

Rachel's eyes widened in shock. "God, no! I love you Jesse, and nothing will change that. I just…." She trailed off, biting her lip. She knew he was manipulating her, but what could she do? She honestly didn't want to lose him, no matter how difficult it was to put up with him sometimes.

"You just what?" He challenged angrily. "You just wanna spend more time with your ex than you do with your boyfriend?"

Rachel looked down. "I'm sorry Jesse, I'm just frustrated." And she was. She was frustrated with the entire situation, and she couldn't see a way out of it.

Jesse forced himself to soften. "I'm sorry too babe." The words felt heavy on his tongue, and it hung in the air between them, an obvious lie that neither wanted to refute. "I just get a little jealous sometimes."

Rachel laughed softly and brushed it off like she always did. "You know you don't have anything to worry about. Noah doesn't mean any harm." She burrowed into his chest while he stared at the top of her head darkly. Puckerman may not seem to mean any harm, but that didn't mean he couldn't cause it, whether he wanted to or not.

After all, he had already mentioned how big of a mistake it was for him to let her go, and she had just laughed and agreed, saying, "We had something good, didn't we?" As if she didn't now, as if he and their nearly two year relationship meant nothing to her compared to her two week one with Puckerman.

"I love you," He whispered into her hair, his grip on her tightening slightly, and Rachel smiled up at his softly.

"I love you too Jesse." She pulled away to go get some dinner, and Jesse just shook his head bitterly.

"I really wish that I could believe that," he muttered to himself sourly, before fixing a small, content looking smile onto his face and going to keep her company. "You know," he commented easily, "If you would eat with me more often, we wouldn't be having this problem." He gestured to the slightly soggy food that she was fighting down a grimace at. She was lucky he didn't sneak some meat or egg into one of the dishes, just so he could have some petty revenge.

Rachel looked up at him sharply, but he kept his show face on and her expression quickly softened, an all too familiar look of guilt crossing her face. "I know Jesse, and I promise I'll try, alright? I miss you; we've been spending way too much time apart lately."

He smiled a little bit bitterly. "I miss you too." But we wouldn't be missing each other if you wouldn't act like Puckerman was your boyfriend instead of me. But he didn't say a word, instead just draping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him briefly, but when her phone buzzed she grabbed it and frowned, glancing at him as she worried her bottom lip.

Jesse clenched his teeth, the back of her chair creaking as he gripped it tightly, attempting to reign in his anger. He knew that look; he had seen it far too many times after they had arrived at UCLA. Puckerman had texted her, and she was wondering how he'd react if she left to go to him again.

"Can he not be away from you for more than a half an hour without texting you Rach?" His voice was sharper than he meant for it to be originally, but she looked slightly guilty and his suspicions were immediately aroused.

"I'm sorry Jesse, but it's important." Her voice trembled a little, but her mouth was set into a firm line and her eyes plead with him to just leave it.

He frowned, unable to help the edge that crept into his voice when he asked, "What the hell is so important that you can't tell me what it is, and you have to go back out only fifteen minutes after you got back?"

Rachel glanced away. "I promised him that I wouldn't tell anyone Jesse, and that includes you."

He sighed and stood up. "I'll be in bed by the time you get back." He was done waiting for her to come home. At least, he was done for the night. Tomorrow would be a whole other story.

"I'm sorry Jesse!" She cried out, frustration bleeding into her tone, and he sneered at her. She had no right to be frustrated when she was the one who was causing all of the distress tonight.

He smirked bitterly. "Try saying that when you won't be doing the exact same thing tomorrow, alright?"

He left Rachel staring at his back, her expression more guilty than he had ever seen it and trying not to cry. "I'm sorry Jesse," she repeated in a whisper, not sure why he wouldn't believe her, and just trust that she was doing what was right. The way he acted you would think that she was whoring around with her friends at strip clubs or something. "I love you." She got the feeling that he believed her less all the time, and she honestly couldn't understand why.