A/N: I just can't help plugging Jesse into these episodes! Hope you enjoy this :D
Take Me Or Leave Me
She dialed quickly, not thinking about repercussions or what exactly would be construed through her calling. It didn't matter. Her talent-her very being-had been challenged, and nothing mattered expect defending herself. Nothing else mattered.
"Hello?" He sounded surprised, and she couldn't blame him. She was a bit surprised she was calling, too, but she hadn't been able to think of the perfect song. She went through her iPod, leafed through her Broadway albums, but could not find one song that would guarantee her winning the title of ultimate diva. There was nothing left to do but call him.
"I need the perfect song for my diva-off against Mercedes," she said, skipping all pleasantries.
Without hesitation he asked, "Any preferences?"
"Broadway."
"Well, of course. What were you thinking? A trailblazer like Next to Normal. Something more classic like Funny Girl?"
"Thinking is stalled, Jesse," she snapped. "Which is why I am calling you. Think!"
"Alright, calm down. Just give me a second."
She dropped onto the edge of her bed, crossing her legs tightly. This call was warranted, that she knew, but she could hear him breathing on the other end of the line and it made her stomach do a whole bunch of flips. She wasn't used to the flips, not anymore at least. Not since he left, actually.
"I have it," he said suddenly, a smile evident in his voice. "I'm surprised you hadn't thought of it yourself."
"Tell me," she demanded, her voice all soft, fierce determination.
"Rent. Take-"
"Me or Leave Me," she finished, her lips pulling into a wide grin. Of course. It was the obvious choice, genius in the sheer predictability. "It's the perfect song."
"With you singing Idina's part."
"Of course," she agreed. "What else would I sing?"
"You're going to be fantastic."
She blushed. With the song choice made, the phone call made less sense and she found herself both wanting to hang up and to stay on, if only to hear his breathing. She had missed his breathing. His steadfast confidence in her. His ability to fill in the gaps when she couldn't.
"I should go," she said suddenly. "Um, thank you."
"No problem. You going to tell me how it goes?"
The voice within her head said that she most definitely would not, but instead she told him, "Sure."
"Good, well, I'll be looking forward to hearing about your diva-making performance."
She smiled slightly and mumbled, "Night Jesse."
"Sweet dreams, Rachel."
A/N: Gosh, all of these are so fluffy. Oh well, us St Berry fans could use a little fluff, no? Tell me your thoughts on this, please!