Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Spring Awakening. Oh, but how I wish I did.

A/N: Here's the scene that I studied: .com/watch?v=YwdvhKAfmtk. But just try to imagine that they're in rehearsal. This is also my first smut, so bear with me.

"It was me. All me."

To Jesse, these words rang true in more than in the context of the play. He forced himself out of his muse to gaze into Rachel's chocolate brown eyes. It was scary how well they could express her emotions, he decided. Get back into character, St. James. Rachel cradled his head against her chest, running her fingers through his hair. She felt his arms wrap around her, as if she was his safe harbor, and he gripped her tighter.

"I hear your heartbeat, Wendla."

He lifted his head to gaze at her, only to push her away and pull her against him. Jesse rested his chin on top of her head, and gently scratched her scalp and felt her relax.

"Melchi, I don't know…"

"No matter where I am, I hear it beating."

"…And I hear yours." She said quietly.

Then came the awkward moment where sexual tension flooded the "hayloft". He pulled away from her with his hand resting on the side of her face, the other holding her arm. Rachel had nailed the look of Wendla in her eyes. One filled with fear of the unknown and of the revelation of something new about to begin. But he knew her better than that. He saw that in her eyes was the flashback to the day that she had almost given herself to him, but didn't because she was saving for Finn and only got burned in the end.

True to her word, Rachel, Kurt and his boyfriend Blaine all kissed goodbye to Lima and said "HELLO!" to New York. Prior to graduation, Rachel and Finn had talked about their college plans. They had promised to wait until they had received their letters that they would announce it to all of their friends at the end of the year glee banquet. Rachel had gotten into Julliard, to which everyone roared with approval. Kurt and Blaine, with their list of extracurricular activities and impeccable grades, both got into the Tisch School of the Arts. When Finn announced that he had been admitted to Ohio State University, everyone cheered, but Rachel wasn't as enthusiastic. She put on her poker face and was the perfect girlfriend while the rest of the seniors announced their plans for after graduation. But when it came to their private conversation, things didn't go very well. There was a lot of yelling and tears because she had urged him to pursue his dreams, disregarding what he thought the outcome could have been, and he didn't make that push. They parted on cordial terms, but it was clear that both were content with never making contact again.

Bringing himself back into the present, Jesse saw her uncertainty. He crushed his lips against hers and he heard her whimper, immediately sending his blood south. One hand pressed against her back, closing the gap between them.

"No! Wait. No, I can—We're not supposed to!" Rachel cried out, pushing him away.

"What? Not supposed to what? LOVE? I don't know, is there such a thing?" He shouted, bringing them back up to being on their knees.

Her ragged breaths were the only thing audible. He released his hold on her, but held her head, showing the sensitive side that Melchior only revealed around Wendla. His eyes, which were wide with shock, softened.

"I hear your heart." He stated. The guitar started to play, changing the atmosphere.

"I feel your breathing. Everywhere. The rain. The hay…please…please Wendla." He kissed her once more, fighting her resistance by enveloping her. At this point, Jesse could feel his emotions seeping through, speaking what he couldn't about what had become of him and Rachel. But she was still uncertain and leant away.

"No! It's just—"

"What? Sinful?"

"No, I…I don't know…" She trailed off.

"Why? Because it's good? Because it makes us feel something?" He grabbed her hips and looked her in the eyes, challenging her to defy the standards of society.

Rachel grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely, affirming what she wanted. He held her close and together, they fell back onto the floor. His thigh rested between her legs and was surprised, and even more aroused now, that her panties were slightly damp. Her eyes looked a little darker, but they still maintained their vulnerability. Jesse held her head and looked at her. Rachel felt like this part of the musical was hitting a little too close to home with her and Jesse's past. Being a good actress, she figured it would be in her best interest to channel those emotions into her part in order to bring a better sense of realism into it.

I believe, I believe, I believe

Oh I believe, there is love in heaven

"Don't be scared." Jesse said softly.

He kissed her once more, letting his hand travel down to cup her breast. Rachel's hand slid down and grabbed his, pulling it away.

"No. Don't!" Rachel cried, her neck arching away from him to gain distance. Instead, it allowed him to nibble the soft skin he had been deprived of for so long.

"Please?" He pleaded. She didn't listen and resisted even more. Jesse looked at his hand, wondering what he had done wrong with it. Being a guy who was in love before, he could relate to Melchior, who only wanted to explore.

"What?" He asked once more, praying for an answer. But Rachel was unable to translate all the thoughts running through her head into a coherent sentence. The only thing that could suffice was to gather courage. Taking his hand, Rachel led it back up and pressed it against her breast, feeling her heart beat faster with the look of shock on his face. Jesse made quick work of undoing the buttons on her dress and even faster work on the ties on the slip underneath, ripping it apart. Her chest heaved even more as her breathing got heavier from being exposed in this way and from embarrassment. She had never been one to show off her body like this, so under these circumstances, it was just awkward. She gasped as he stared at them, his eyes alight with wonder. His hands cautiously played with her nipples, which hardened under his touch. They kissed again, but this time, he kissed both of her breasts and his lips traveled further down. He sat up and grabbed her knees.

There is love in heaven

All will be forgiven

There is love in heaven

All will be forgiven

She shot up, placing her hands on top of his, marking a red flag.

"Wait!"

"It's just me. It's just me." He whispered. The message that he was sending implicitly pleaded for her trust in him. After a few seconds, she leaned back slightly, giving him the approval. He pulled on her calf, bringing her towards him. Rachel's stomach dropped when his hand disappeared between her legs. Technically, he wasn't actually touching her, but at the first skim against her panties, she gasped. At this point, Wendla was gone and it was all Rachel, letting her body take over.

"Now there…! Now that's…" She arched her back, her mouth wide open. Her hips yearned to buck towards his hand, seeking to relieve the pulsating that been there since the first day she had come to work on this production. She wanted, no needed, Jesse. She wanted him so bad.

Jesse internally groaned at how wet she was. If it weren't for the rehearsal, he would have taken her right then and there. Cast and crew be damned, he still loved her and wanted her. He forgot he was Melchior and was Jesse, who was very close to what he desired most.

"Yes?"

"YES!" She shouted.

He lunged for her, their lips in an all-out battle and all tangled limbs. Rachel's dress had ridden up and as their hips met, she could feel the bulge in his pants and raised hers, hoping to satisfy her. He kissed down her body, and sat up on his knees, flinging off his suspenders and unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. Jesse wore a cup or something to cover himself so that they didn't literally have sex. Rachel raised herself up on her elbows to see what was going on, but was soon on her back again. Even though he wasn't actually guiding his penis into her, she felt his hands brushing her panties all the same and craved more

"Melchior?"

Her and Jesse grunted and gasped as they "became one."

Oh I believe.