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Chapter 2

"Ok, I'll see you then," Rachel hung up and tossed her phone onto her bed. She'd just gotten off the phone with Jessie. He was going to come over tonight at eight to hang out. They would probably just watch a movie, most likely a musical.

It was six thirty now, so Rachel had an hour and a half to get ready. She walked over to her closet and started going through her clothes, trying to find something to wear tonight. She looked over every single piece of clothing she owned but could find nothing that seemed appropriate for tonight.

It was times like these that made Rachel feel like the loser she was constantly accused of being. Although she always put on a strong face when she was laughed at or had a slushy thrown in her face, Rachel was very much in touch with her insecurities. She knew that her style was not what most people would call attractive or sexy in any way. She wished that she dressed and looked more like Quinn, Santana, or Britney. She'd tried in the past to assemble outfits that looked like something one of the cheerleaders would wear, but she just couldn't do it. Aside from the fact that she really didn't know how to wear such clothes, she also felt like she was lying to herself.

So everyday before school, she'd put on her skirt, knee socks, and whatever animal print or argyle shirt she chose, knowing that everyone at school would see her and be reminded that she was a loser. But what could she really do to change that? She was who she was, and if people didn't like that, which most of them didn't, then she would just ignore them.

The problem tonight was that this was a date. This was a date with a boy. And, no matter how self-respecting she was at school about her clothes, tonight she really wanted to look good. And even though she liked her signature style, she suspected that Jessie wouldn't be too turned on by her if she was wearing knee socks and an owl sweater.

Desperately trying to find anything that wasn't what she would normally wear, she saw something black out of the corner of her eye. It was the dress that Kurt had given her when he gave her that makeover. She got angry thinking about it, knowing now that Kurt hadn't wanted to help her at all, but to hurt her. She also had a flashback to the moment when Finn had told her, despite her very best efforts to get close to him, that she looked like a sad clown hooker. Trying to shake the painful memory, she turned to look at the dress. Despite the memories associated with it, the dress was nice, and was probably her only choice of wardrobe for tonight.

So Rachel put it on, brushed her hair, and applied some light make-up before heading downstairs. Her two dads were gone for the night. They had gone on a work retreat to Pennsylvania. They wouldn't be back until Monday.

Rachel sat down on the couch and watched TV for half an hour. After that, she glanced at the clock and saw that it was seven forty five. Jessie would be there in fifteen minutes, assuming he arrived on time. Rachel got up and walked into the kitchen. She put a bag of popcorn into the microwave and sat down on the counter, watching the minutes on the clock go by. After two minutes the microwave beeped, signaling that the popcorn was done. Rachel put it into a plastic bowl and returned to the TV, listening intently for the sound of the doorbell.

At seven fifty eight the doorbell finally rang. Rachel jumped up and ran to let Jessie in. "Hi," she said to him as he walked through the door.

"Hey babe," Jessie replied. Before she knew it, Jessie had grabbed her and initiated a very heated kiss. His tongue practically smashed against her lips, demanding entrance. Rachel was caught completely off guard. She wasn't sure how to react. He was being very forceful and she was actually a little scared at the moment, as he was backing her into a wall.

She pulled back from the kiss when she felt her back make contact with the wall. Jessie looked at her, clearly confused and maybe a little frustrated. Before he could say anything, Rachel dodged around his body and made her way to the living room.

She hoped they could just forget about that and move on with the night. "Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked him, walking over to the shelf that housed her DVD collection.

"Yeah, sure," Jessie replied. Rachel grabbed "Singing in the Rain" and put it into the DVD player. She sat down on the couch, and turned around to see why Jessie hadn't joined her. She turned just in time to see him flip off the lights before coming to sit next to her on the couch. Rachel was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, especially after the previous incident. She was very aware of Jessie's proximity to her. "So your dads aren't here tonight?" Jessie asked her.

"Um," Rachel said slowly, suddenly wishing that her dads were home, "no, they're at a work retreat."

"Well, in that case," Jessie scooted closer to Rachel on the couch. Rachel kept her eyes staring at the screen. She didn't know why Jessie was acting this way, but she knew it was making her uneasy. She felt him wrap his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't sure, but she thought that his hand was inching closer and closer to her breast.

The movie went on for another ten minutes or so, and Jessie hadn't made any further moves. Concluding that she had just been acting paranoid before, Rachel rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. Needing no more invitation, Jessie's hand, which had been hanging down for a while now, came down upon her boob. Before she could protest, Jessie had begun massaging her breast with his hand.

Rachel tried to pull away, but Jessie's other hand came up to rest on the back of her head, preventing her from moving. A muffled scream burst from her lips, but nobody was here to help her. Jessie refused to let up. His hand that had been on her boob before was now attempting to undo the zipper on her dress. Rachel flailed her arms around, desperately trying to push Jessie off of her. But very quickly after that started, Jessie grabbed both of her arms and held them up over her head. Rachel struggled further, but to no avail.

She was now absolutely terrified. Jessie had transformed somehow into a crazed date rapist, and she was horrified at the prospects of what might happen should she not escape. At this thought, Rachel's struggles became stronger. She had to get out of here.

Somehow, her knee managed to make hard contact with Jessie's groin. He doubled over in pain and fell off the couch. Rachel jumped up and ran out of the room and into the adjacent kitchen. She closed the door that connected the two rooms and locked it. She sunk down into a heap on the floor and cried.

After a minute or so, she heard him get up and she heard his footsteps getting hearer to her. "Rachel?" she heard him ask through the door. His voice sounded tentative, maybe even embarrassed. Perhaps he'd realized how badly he'd been acting and had come to apologize.

She was still quite shaken, however. All she said in response was a harsh, "What?"

"Are you ok?" Jessie asked.

"What do you think, Jessie?" Rachel barked back at him.

"Hey!" Jessie snapped at her, frustrated by her attitude, "What did you expect me to do? You come out wearing that skanky dress and think I'm not gonna try something?"

Rachel looked down at her dress. Maybe she shouldn't have worn it tonight, or ever again for that matter. But still, that didn't give Jessie the right to demand sex of her. "I expected you to respect my wishes!" Rachel yelled through the door separating them. "I told you I wasn't ready, and you just keep pushing it!"

"God, Rachel!" She heard Jessie slam his fist on the door. "Grow up! You're fifteen freaking years old! Stop being such a prude and just give it up!"

"Get out Jessie!" Rachel was now half screaming and half sobbing. "I don't ever want to speak to you again!"

Within ten seconds Rachel heard the front door slam and a car driving away. She buried her head in her hands and cried.

After a while, her tears stopped falling. She wiped her eyes with a nearby tissue and reached for her phone, which was lying on the counter. Her hands moved as if they had a mind of their own. Before she knew what she'd done, she heard Finn's voice. "Hello?"

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. "Rachel?" Finn asked. She opened her mouth to try to speak but instead she just began sobbing again. "Rach, are you ok?" Finn asked worriedly. She just continued to cry. "Ok, I'm coming over," the line went dead.

Rachel just dropped the phone, too upset to even think about making herself presentable for Finn. Ten minutes later, she heard a knock at the door. Then two knocks. She didn't make an effort to get up. She felt as though she was frozen in place. She could hear the front door open and close and when she lifted her head she saw Finn's tall figure standing before her.

Finn took one look at her tear-stained face and sprung into action. He grabbed the popcorn that Rachel had made earlier and a few king size chocolate bars from one of her cupboards. He then picked her up, bridal style, and carried her into the living room. He put her down gently on the couch and then sat down himself. "What happened?" he asked her seriously. He was extremely concerned for her right now. He reached up and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It was…" Rachel couldn't finish the sentence. She didn't know how to tell Finn what had just happened. If she did, he would just go beat up Jessie, and then he'd be in huge trouble. "…nothing," she finished lamely.

Finn knew she was lying, but he could tell that she wasn't in the mood to talk about whatever it was. "You sure?" he asked her.

"Yeah," Rachel tried to force a smile onto her face.

"Ok," Finn said slowly. "If you change your mind, I'm here," he offered her a lopsided grin. The smallest of smiles appeared on Rachel's lips, and she marveled at how easily Finn could cheer her up.

Finn then picked up the remote for the TV and hit play. "Singing in the Rain" started playing again. He picked up one of the chocolate bars he'd gotten, opened it up, and offered it to Rachel. She broke off a section and smiled slightly. "Thanks."

"No problem," Finn said as he broke off a very large piece of chocolate and practically stuffed it into his mouth.

He started to focus in on the movie. It was one of those old musicals that Rachel would of course have in her collection. As time passed, he noticed that Rachel had been getting closer and closer to him on the couch. Now she was only two inches away from him.

Not quite sure how she would react, Finn put his arm around her shoulders. She hesitated for a second, remembering when Jessie had done the same exact thing. This time though, it was different. It was Finn. So she closed the remaining gap between them and snuggled into his chest, laying her head down on his shoulder.

Finn was jumping up and down inside. He was finally where he wanted to be, with Rachel. If she had looked up at his face in that moment, she would've seen the biggest smile in the world. They stayed comfortably in that position until the movie had ended.

When the credits were scrolling down the screen, Finn reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Rachel sat up and glanced at the clock. It was ten thirty. "It's pretty late," she said to Finn.

"Yeah," he looked sad admitting it. "I guess I should go home. My mom will be worried."

"Did you tell her where you were going?" Rachel asked.

"No, I just kinda ran out of the house," Finn shrugged.

"Finn!" Rachel looked worried, "You should've told her at least where you were going. Now when you tell her she'll be upset and she won't like me. And I've never even met her. Just one more person that I've given a bad first impression to." Rachel folded her arms across her chest and fell back against the couch.

"Rachel, calm down," Finn said reassuringly, "She'll understand that you were more important, that I had to get here quickly, even if that meant her being worried for a few hours. And she could never hate you. She already loves you."

"How?" Rachel asked, "She's never met me."

"Well," Finn smiled sheepishly, "I talk about you a lot."

Rachel looked up at him in the way that he loved. The way that she used to look at him before Jessie came along. "Really?" she asked him shyly.

"Yeah," he said, brushing her arm lightly with his fingertips. Rachel suddenly realized what was happening. She couldn't do this right now. She didn't know exactly how she was feeling about Jessie at the moment and throwing Finn into the mix just made everything so much more complicated.

"You need to go home," she said to Finn, taking a step away from him. She saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

"Um, yeah, I guess so." He walked towards the door. At the last second before walking out the door, he turned around for one last look at her.

He couldn't help himself. He took two long strides towards her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her. Sparks flew when their lips made contact. This was the moment he'd been waiting for for so long. Rachel was stunned. As if by their own accord her lips responded, kissing him back.

When he ran out of air, Finn pulled back and looked down at her, smiling in the truest way possible. "See ya later," he said before walking out the door.

Rachel stood exactly where he'd left her. She couldn't arrange the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind. She was now more confused than ever. Finn had kissed her. Jessie wanted to sleep with her. Finn had hurt her countless times. Jessie had picked up the pieces of her broken heart. Finn and she had a special connection. Jessie and she were perfectly compatible. Who should she choose? Finn or Jessie?