A/N: So, after I wrote the first chapter, I just kept getting ideas for this, and I've had really good feedback so far. Now I'm going to milk it and add on to the story. Lyric used is from the Scene Aesthetic. Enjoy some St. Berry fluff :)
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'best of me'
'For the longest time I thought I'd lost the best of me
But I'll be damned if I quit now and that's for sure
All I ever wanted was for you to look at me
And know I'm all yours'
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"Pass me the chips." There she was with the poking again, it was like she knew it was his biggest pet peeve.
"I dunno, Rachel, I was noticing how tight your leotard was looking at ballet rehearsal and I was very concerned about your calorie intake lately." He said, trying to fake a face of worriment. She narrowed her eyes.
"Yes, I'm sure that's why you were looking at how tight my leotard was." She snapped back. "And, it's a leotard, Jesse, it's supposed to be tight." He laughed heartily at that and passed her the chip bowl, to which she promptly grabbed a fistful.
"I swear, no one would suspect how messy you can be when it comes to food, I still remember the Great Chili Dog Fiasco. How you managed to get chili down my pants-" She stuck a chip into his mouth.
"I choose not to relive that memory for a reason, Jesse." She said, cramming another chip in his mouth to keep him from responding. He smirked at her, and once he had swallowed the entire mouthful of chips he leaned over and kissed her nose.
"Don't worry, it was probably the cutest thing ever."
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Jesse (7:54 p.m.): Do your dads hate me now?
Rachel (7:55 p.m.): Really, it wasn't THAT big of a deal.
Jesse (7:58 p.m.): Please tell me you're not serious.
Jesse (7:59 p.m.): It's a huge deal.
Rachel (8:01 p.m.): My fathers are very open minded individuals. They didn't find it that strange.
Jesse (8:03 p.m.): Yeah, because most dads just LOVE to come home and find their daughter's boyfriend dancing in their kitchen to showtunes, in his underwear.
Jesse (8:04 p.m.): They probably think I'm gay.
Rachel (8:08 p.m.): My dads are gay, I think they could tell if you were or not. Besides, Daddy said to tell you that you have a lovely voice.
Jesse (8:10 p.m.): omfg. Are they reading this right now?
Rachel (8:12 p.m.): Well, yes, Daddy is always interested as to what I'm doing.
Jesse has logged off at 8:12 p.m.
Rachel (8:13 p.m.): Jesse?
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"I think Kurt hit on me today. Why does everyone think I'm gay? And if you say anything about hair gel, I swear to Celine Dion, I will trip you in glee and make it look like an accident."
"Fine, maybe it's because you get that high pitch in your voice sometimes when you talk? You know what I'm talking about right?"
"That was one time, Rachel, and I had Laryngitis."
"Oh. Then it must be-"
"I think it's my sense of fashion and my ability to sing. Still, if I were gay, Kurt is not really the type I'd go for."
"Yeah? Who would you go for? Jonathan Groff? I would. He's beautiful."
"Hmm, maybe. He does have good looks, and his voice is fairly decent. Maybe Taye Diggs, he's kind of attractive."
"Okay, now I'm starting to think you're gay, too."
"Don't worry, babe, I'll make sure to prove to you that I'm not tonight."
"After the Wiggles concert, you mean?"
"Okay, this conversation was over like two sentences ago."
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[From: Rachel*]: I'm really sorry about today, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. (4:03 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: You know I don't want Finn or Puck, I mean, they wouldn't like me after they saw the way I have to pop my blisters after ballet. (4:10 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: Rachel, stop trying to get me to talk to you. We're over. (4:15 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: Or the time that I got us kicked out of the bowling alley because I kept singing show tunes when the actual band was on stage. (4:19 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: Maybe the time that your uncle walked in on us singing the soundtrack to Hairspray in your bedroom. (4:23 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: Or better: The time that you went on Spring Break and I came to the beach you were staying at and randomly bumped into you on purpose. (4:30 p.m.)
[From: Rachel*]: No one would want me after those things, just you. (4:32 p.m.)
[From: Jesse(: ]: God, you're right. I'll be there in ten. (4:35 p.m.)
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"How many girls have you been with?" She asked cautiously, trying to balance a spoon on the tip of her nose, and failing spectacularly.
"Meh. Not that many." He shrugged, managing to make his own spoon stay stationary on his perfect nose.
"When was your first time?" She asked, eying his spoon with envy and anger, and he could tell the wheels of her brain were turning.
"I dunno, it's kind of fuzzy, I think I might have had a concussion. I hit my head on the door carrying her in the room." He said, not trusting the evil look in her eye as she focused even more intently on the spoon hanging from his face.
"Don't you even think about it." He said quickly as her hand flashed towards his face. He caught it and she pouted at him.
"None of that really matters, though. You are more important than that to me." He said gently, and she smiled brightly at him before snatching the spoon off his nose.
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"Did Brittany have a mouse in her purse this morning?"
"Probably, she was really sad after she lost that bird that Mike found for her."
"I still think Santana killed it out of jealousy. Bitch can be crazy when it comes to her lovers."
"I know, I was preparing for an awesome throw down with Mercedes today. Even if she was kind of off with her vocal ability."
"Yeah, and Puck is not a soul brother. In fact, I'm not sure why they let him open his mouth."
"Quinn shouldn't have, she might not have ended up pregnant. Although she does dance rather stunningly with a baby inside of her."
"Finn kind of looked like he wanted to throw up and giggle at the same time while she sang her solo today, I kind of feel for him."
"Yes, and Kurt didn't miss that look either, he seemed highly annoyed about that."
"I always thought it was because his Cheerios uniform was too tight."
"You've noticed how tight Kurt's uniform is?"
"Seriously, Rachel, you are so smart, but you can be so stupid. Kurt's uniform is not the point!"
"Do you even know what the point is?"
"...not really."
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"Rachel." poke "Rachel, look at me."
"What, Jesse? I'm trying to watch the Lion King, here."
"I just wanted to tell you something."
"I'm all ears."
"I love you." smile
"I love you too, even if you are kind of gay."
"I am not gay!"
"No of course not. It's just the ha-"
kisses
"Thank god I love you, or else you might drive me crazy."
"I know. It's great isn't it?"
"Just shut up and let me kiss you, woman."