Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

A/N: The start of very many short dabbles, enjoy.

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#1; "He's looking at you."

"Make him stop." Jesse commanded, staring at the strange boy across the cafeteria. He wasn't exactly bad looking and Jesse was becoming more and more aggravated by the moment.

"What? How? just ignore him." Rachel laughed, digging into her low calorie salad. She needed to be lighter, in practice they were doing lifts and she wanted to be as light as possible to be the highest one in the air.

"Mess up your hair or something, button up the rest of your sweater." He suggested, noticing just how exposed her chest was. Jesse gave a quick glance to the boy again.

"What the hell," He growled "He's staring at you like a creepy little pervert."

"I get it all the time, at least he hasn't tried to feel me up yet." Rachel said, trying to make it seem like this was a often occurrence. Jesse was still new to the school and hadn't realized the full extent of how unpopular she really was.

"What?" Jesse's eyes narrowed, "Give. me. names."

#2; freckles

"I love that one." Rachel giggled, pointing to a small freckle clinging to the skin around Jesse St. James chest. His shirt was on the floor and his bare chest was out on display for Rachel. She blushed lightly, hoping he didn't notice the trembling of her fingers as she trailed along his skin.

"Why that particular one?" Jesse questioned, glancing at the said dot.

"It looks like a heart, right above your heart." She smiled, bending down to press her lips against the freckle. Jesse let his eyes close and head fall back onto the bed.

"It's yours." He whispered, cracking back open an eye.

"The freckle?" Rachel laughed, bringing her hand down to entwine with his.

"My heart."

#3; Pills

The pills were a shade of off white, small and circular. Tiny numbers imprinted on the edges marking random facts about the prescribed pills. She didn't care, all she knew was that they tasted like dirt and she hated swallowing them.

"Honey, just take your pills." Jesse frowned, urging the clear class of water towards her. Rachel looked up and glared, he didn't understand how nasty they were.

"You try taking them two times a day for the next seven months." Rachel sighed. She quickly placed the pill in her mouth and took a giant gulp of water.

"Uck, that is disgusting." Rachel complained, placing the cup in the sink.

Jesse rolled his eyes.

"At least our baby will be strong and healthy, only seven months left Mrs. James." Jesse grinned, placing his hand at her still flat stomach.

"They are still disgusting."

"They're prenatal vitims, they're not suppose to taste like chocolate."

The sudden urge to throw up was overwhelming and Rachel barely had enough time to put her head over the sink as she let her mornings breakfast work it's way out of her system. Jesse immediately had his hands holding her hair back, trying to help her.

"I hate those stupid pills." Rachel moaned.

#4; Dancing with myself.

The feel of her bare feet on the wood gave her a sense of comfort. The waxed and polished Ballet's floors were her safety area, her security blanket. Months and Years of her time were spent moving and swaying over them and nothing felt more right in that moment. The stress was finally getting to her and she just needed a time to think and be alone

A classical song wheezed it's way out of an old boom box, it had been to late to grab her I pod or home from the school's auditorium and Finn had been willing to let her borrow his old stereo.

She let herself be taking away by the music and moved her body.

Several hours later she would collapse on the wooden floor in exhaustion, her thoughts finally catching up to her. Her feet ached and she was starving beyond belief, but she finally had figured something out.

"I love Jesse St. James."

#5; Lemons.

"Lemons..Lemons..Lemons." Rachel Berry sang, the black and silver knife in her hands chopping the tangy yellow fruit. While other children sat at the cafeteria tables eating strawberries or grapes, miniature star Rachel Berry had to have the most unique fruit, deciding that the other kids wouldn't like the sour flavor of lemons they quickly became her favorite fruit.

"Move over love, I'll get the sugar." Jesse said, tapping her hips with his hands. He was slightly amused by the way she loved lemons. He grabbed the sugar and sprinkled a heavy pinch on the slices of lemon.

"On the count of three." Rachel grinned, grabbing her first slice. "1"

"2" Jesse couldn't contain his smile.

"3" Rachel squealed, placing the lemon in her mouth and clamping down. Her forehead wrinkled and she twisted her face in shock of the sour flavor. Slowly her mouth adjusted and she sucked hard on the fruit, letting the juices roll back down her throat.

"I love lemons." Rachel moaned, taking the now dry lemon from her mouth.

"Obviously, I thought you were going to swallow the entire thing, peel and all." Jesse teased, grabbing another lemon. To be honest he hated lemons, but it didn't matter what he didn't like, what mattered was what she did like.