Here's chapter 2! Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, 'hello' or 'loser'.

"Yeah, sure." She said uncertain. There appeared a smile on his handsome face, it could light up the world.

"Awesome. Let's go?" She nodded. She couldn't help but ask herself if she was making the right choice. She decided to let her heart decide. What that wanted was clear, him. He offered her his arm, which –much to his relief- she took instantly. He shivered at her touch; he didn't realize how much he missed her until now. Well, he always missed her, every minute of the day, but he never realized it was so strong. He wanted badly to hold her in his arms again, wrap his arms around her waist from behind, kiss her everywhere.

"So Rachel…" He started when they sat down in the restaurant. At the way over they only talked about Broadway, and he felt the need to get to the point.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I just want to tell you that I'm so, so sorry for everything that I've done, and I regret it every single day. And I was an idiot, an asshole," she nodded. "But I want you to know that I've changed. You changed me Rachel, you made me less soulless, and more.. human. I- I miss you Rachel, so much." His shoulders felt a lot lighter after finally telling her this.

She swallowed. This was the hardest thing she ever had to do. "Jesse, I- you really hurt me you know, I cried myself to sleep for 6 months…" she whispered awkwardly, looking down. They hadn't even touched the menu.

"Rachel, I…"

"It's okay" She gave him a small smile. His heart dropped at the sight of her face, it was so… crushed.

"Rachel, can you please forgive me?" he asked with a small voice.

"Yeah," she sighted. "it's a long time ago anyway." She said, and took the menu.

She opened it at the vegetarian part, and scanned it precisely. Jesse, on the other hand, just kept staring at her. His blue eyes looked sad, and full of regret. They started watering, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop it. Rachel felt his eyes on her again, she tried to concentrate on the map in her hands.

"I- I gotta use the washroom." He said in a raw voice before practically running off to the door with the little person drawed on. Rachel gave him a small nod after he was already gone.

The toilet was neat, and classic music was playing. Why does anyone need violins to poop?
He looked into the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He grabbed a toilet paper and dried his eyes. Be strong Jess, be strong and get her back. Forever. He told himself before going out the door again and sit back down across the girl that he had been thinking of every single day since he left her, heartbroken, at the parking lot of her stupid high school, which he always thought she was too big for.

"So, have you decided yet?" he asked awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm going for the vegetarian sushi. You?"

"Me too." He smiled at her.

"Jesse, you know you don't have to look at me, you can eat meat if you want…" Rachel suggested, but he shook his head.

"No, I want to." He insisted.

"Okay."

While they were eating they were both reminded of how easy it went together. There were no awkward silences or moments at all, they laughed and teased each other and when they were back outside and he offered her a walk, this time, she hadn't hesitated.

Her heels tapped on the sidewalk as they walked in silence. It was a full moon and the streets were deserted. It was kinda idyllic almost. He could hear her breathing, so peacefully.

"Rachel," he sighted. They were almost in the crowded streets of New York, and he wanted to talk about it another time. He had the feeling it wasn't all said. He sat down on a swing at the playground they were just passing, and gestured for her to do the same. "I- I think w-"

"Jesse, please, it's okay. Really." She cut him off, gently swinging.

"No Rachel, it's not. I hurt you like hell and-"

"Fine. It's not Jesse. What are you going to do about it? You can't just erase the past Jesse." This was more of the reaction he'd expected. "I- I can't do this." She whispered. That wasn't the reaction he expected. He should've seen it coming. She stood up and walked away. Into the crowd.

"Rachel!" he yelled, and ran after her. "Rach!" It was too late, she already disappeared in the massive amount of people that was still awake at this hour in New York. He walked back to his apartment. He wanted to kick himself in the guts. Why did I had to bring it up again? She already said it was okay!
He pulled his key out his pocket and opened the wooden door. He stepped into the messy apartment –he didn't have much cleaning time- and dropped himself on the bed. 'I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me' He hummed, before having the best idea ever. Well, he hoped it was.

Rachel sat on the pink couch in the small living room of her apartment. Suddenly, she found the pink utterly ridiculous. She listened to her own sobs. He was right, it wasn't okay. He cracked an egg on her forehead and left her to die. She never had the courage to answer her phone when he called, and after a week she changed her number. She erased all possible memories of him; the photo of them in glee club, -all photos basically, she deleted 'hello' from her Ipod, everything that made her think of him, she tossed away. Except the tape from her mother. That was safely in one of the 'Little Rachel' signed boxes in her closet.
It was not okay. Seeing him made her heart pound, but her brains flip. They wanted to yell at him, slap him, but her heart was too strong. This was a mistake. Another one.

She went to her bedroom and grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and a black top to match it. She took a shower, and heard the bell ring when she was making herself warm milk with honey in it. Damn, she knew she shouldn't have told him where she lived. She took her mug with her when she went to open the door and sipped at it.

He heard footsteps coming closer, and hoped it wasn't the wrong apartment he just ranged the bell off. A person opened the door but kept it on a crack. He genuinely smiled when he saw her head peeping between it. She didn't look so happy though, he saw she was about to close the door and stuck his foot in between right on time. It flew open from bouncing his shoe and revealed full Rachel. She looked… hot. She wore a black pajama short, which was really short much to his happiness and a small top. She put her mug away on the small table next to the door and looked at him annoyed.

"I don't buy waffles." She groaned.

"Please Rachel, I- I didn't want to get you upset, please let me talk to you…" He begged. She sighted and gestured him to come in. She sat down on a bright pink, typical Rachel Berry chair.

"Talk."

"I didn't meant for you to run away, I know I'm an asshole Rachel… I never meant to hurt you that bad, I wanted to stop that night after the wiggles concert, when I stormed out. But Shelby threatened to kill my UCLA scholarship, and I needed that so bad… Please Rachel, forgive me. And not just because you don't want to talk about it like before, but because you actually do forgive me. I'm so sorry about everything Rachel," He felt tears threatening to fall again. "If I could take it back I would, in a heartbeat."

Rachel sighted. What should she do? He really seamed honest… She looked in his eyes and nodded. A tear tickled down her cheek and she smiled. She stood up and gave him a hug.

"So… what does this mean?" he asked curiously, while wrapping his arms around her.

"I forgive you. Truly forgive you." He heard her whisper. "But were only friends." She added. He nodded. "I think I can do that."

She pulled away a few minutes later and looked at the clock. It was already 2am. "I have to go to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow for rehearsals." She said.

"Okay, I call you tomorrow?" He asked hopefully. She nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smelled her strawberry shampoo and wondered if he would be able to do that, the just friends thing. She was so irresistible in those shorts. She walked over to the door and opened it. He took a mental picture of her body, her toned legs, her brown hair, she was stunning. She was his friend.

When she closed the door behind him, she smiled to herself. The hard to get thing was a great idea, he would have to work to get her back. He definitely would. She knew Jesse St. James, he doesn't give up.

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The credit of the hard to get idea goes to vampirebooklover09! Oh, I wanted to thank you all for your support on my other glee stories too, it means a lot!

Love, Hach.