A/N: Here's part 2! I sort of skipped around with the time a bit so I could include everything I wanted to, but I hope you all enjoy it and don't forget to review! :) Just like my other story, anything said in Spanish will be translated at the bottom.

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, St. Berry would still be together in canon.

When Rachel woke up the next morning, she couldn't help but smile. She and Jesse were going on their first date in far too long, their first New York date. She had no doubt that he would make everything absolutely perfect and she couldn't wait. When she heard the voices of Puck and Santana drift in from down the hall, her smile grew. She'd been ecstatic that Blaine and Kurt weren't her only friends going to New York with her. Even though Puck and Santana didn't live in the same building, they only lived a couple of blocks away so it wasn't difficult for any of them to be at either apartment at any given time. Still smiling, Rachel quickly started her routine, knowing the sooner she got that done, the sooner she'd be able to spend time with her friends.

"What's in the boxes?" Rachel heard Puck ask as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

"What boxes?" she asked as she reached her friends.

"Those boxes," Santana answered, pointing to two boxes that were currently sitting on the kitchen table.

"They're from my mom," Rachel said, noticing the return address on both of them. "When did they get here?"

"Just a little while ago," Kurt answered.

"Were you expecting anything from her?" Blaine asked.

"No. At least I don't remember her mentioning anything when I talked to her the other day," Rachel answered as she tried to open the first box.

With a good-natured roll of his eyes, Puck got up from the stool he'd been sitting on and walked over the table. "Move aside, Berry, before you hurt yourself," he told Rachel, making her giggle.

After Puck had successfully opened both boxes, Rachel pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Noah," she said.

"Looks like you're going to need more room in your closet," Santana commented as she started to inspect the contents of the box closest to her.

"Is there a note or anything?" Blaine asked as he and Kurt joined their friends at the table.

"Not in this box," Santana answered.

Rachel turned to the other box and smiled when she saw the piece of folded paper with her name written on it in her mother's neat handwriting. Her smile grew when she opened it and read the message inside.

Rachel,

I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get to New York to visit you yet this year. I hope to be able to do so soon, but in the meantime, I was going through some old things of mine and your Aunt Sara's, and I found some things I think you'll like. I'm sure I'll have spoken to you by the time you get this, but I hope you're still happy and doing well in New York.

Love,

Mom

"What does it say?" Kurt asked.

"I guess she found some things of hers and my Aunt Sara's that she thinks I'll like," Rachel answered, beginning to inspect the contents of the box in front of her.

"Your mom and your aunt used to wear this stuff?" Santana asked.

"Seems like it, though I'm not sure how much. Most of it looks like my Aunt Sara's, though."

"I think I found your dress for tonight," Kurt said.

Rachel turned to look at her best friend, who was currently holding up a black dress that looked like it would fall to just above her knees. Moving closer, she could see it was cut in a classic style that she liked and that it had a white sash around the waist.

"Go try it on," Blaine urged.

"All right," Rachel agreed, taking the dress from Kurt and disappearing into the bedroom to change.

When Rachel emerged a few minutes later, she saw that the boxes had now been completely unpacked and the items were lying across various pieces of furniture.

"You know you all are helping me put all of this stuff away, now that you've taken everything out of the boxes," Rachel said as she walked into the living room.

Kurt was the first to reach her. "Seems to fit you perfectly," he said, choosing to ignore her comment for the time being.

Rachel smiled and nodded. "Do you think Jesse will like it?" she asked.

"Rachel, we're talking about the boy who thought you looked hot in those animal sweaters you used to wear," Santana answered, earning laughter from the rest of the group.

"She's got a point," Kurt said.

"Jesse isn't the same person he was in high school…" Rachel started, only to be cut off by Santana again.

"He'll think you look muy caliente, especially with these shoes on," she said, holding up a pair of black high heels.

"I have a pair just like that in my closet," Rachel said, confused.

"This dress isn't something you wear your little kitten heels with. Besides, Jesse may not be a giant like Finnbecile, but he's far from short."

Rachel thought for a moment before she sighed and held out her hand for the shoes. "Give them here," she said.

Santana grinned as she handed her friend the shoes. After she'd put them on and adjusted the strap on them, Rachel once again stood up.

"Perfecto," Santana said with a smile.

"I have to agree with Satan on this one," Kurt added.

"You look great, Rachel. I'm sure Jesse will love it," Blaine told her, ever the positive one.

"Damn," Puck responded, earning laughter and good-natured eye rolls all around.

"I'll take that as a good thing," Rachel decided.

"Now go hang it up so you don't ruin it," Kurt told her.

Once Rachel had changed out of her dress and the shoes, hanging the former up in her closet, she made her way back out to the living room. She was about to walk into the room when Santana stopped her.

"Just go back to your room. Ahora," she said, pushing Rachel back towards the end of the hallway.

"What's going on?" Rachel whispered.

Santana made sure she and Rachel were safely inside of Rachel's room before she answered. "Burt and Carole decided to show up a few days early…and they brought an unwanted guest with them."

Rachel sighed, already knowing who that person was. "Seriously, does he have some kind of radar or something? Every time Jesse and I get close, he has to come around."

"I don't know, mi amiga, but you need to stay far away from him."

"I don't want anything to do with him. Jesse is the one I want."

Santana smiled. "Buena chica. Kurt is doing his best to get them out of here, but the difficult one found out that you're living with Kurt and Blaine, so he wants to see you."

"I don't want to talk to him ever again. I'm sure I'll have to be polite at Kurt and Blaine's wedding, but other than that, I'd rather not speak to him."

"So, have you decided how you want to wear your hair tonight?" Santana asked, changing the subject.

Rachel smiled gratefully at her friend before she answered. "No. What do you think?"

While the two girls exchanged hairstyle ideas, and kept Rachel away from Finn, Kurt was struggling to keep his anger in check.

"You could have called! Especially if you were bringing Finn!" Kurt exclaimed.

"We thought you'd be happy to see all of us," Carole said.

Kurt sighed. "I am happy to see you and my dad, but my step-brother? Not so much. You both know who the other occupants of this apartment are, and that one of them wants nothing to do with a certain member of our family."

"Finn just wants to see how Rachel is doing," Carole insisted.

"He could have called and asked either myself or Blaine," Kurt answered.

"I'm sorry, Kurt, I honestly had no idea Finn was going with us until we were getting ready to leave," Burt told his son.

"You're not going to see Rachel, so you can just go," Kurt told Finn.

"She was my fiancée," Finn countered.

"She's my best friend and this is my apartment," Kurt snapped.

"Carole, why don't you and Finn get settled at the hotel, I can get a cab later or something," Burt said to his wife.

As understanding dawned in Carole's eyes, she nodded and then laid a hand on her son's arm. "Come on, Finn, let's go. I'm tired from the early flight and I'd like to take a nap," she said.

"Fine," Finn reluctantly agreed, following his mother out of the apartment.

"Are you okay, son?" Burt asked Kurt once Finn and Carole had left.

"I'll be fine. Look, Jesse lives in this building too, and if he sees Finn again, it's not going to be pretty and it'll just upset Rachel. Maybe I should have Jesse put Rachel up in a hotel for a few days or something," Kurt answered.

"Jesse? The kid Finn hates?"

"St. James is crazy about Berry, has been since day one," Puck said informatively.

"I think it would be a good idea, to call Jesse, get Rachel out of here for a few days, especially with your step brother around," Burt agreed.

"Already on it," Puck said, his phone held up to his ear.

Jesse had just gotten off the phone with the restaurant, confirming the details of his reservation for tonight, when saw an Ohio number show up on his caller ID.

"Hello?" he answered, unsure who the caller was.

"St. James."

"Puckerman. How can I help you?"

"You need to get Berry out of here for a few days."

"Is there a problem?" Jesse asked, still confused.

"The zombie dancer showed up unexpectedly, wanted to see her."

Jesse rolled his eyes and unknowingly echoed Rachel's thoughts of Finn having some sort of radar for them. "I'll take care of it, if she's willing to go."

"Dude, she'd go anywhere with you. For two people so crazy about each other, you two sure can be rather stupid when it comes to what the other wants," Puck muttered.

Jesse laughed. "Does she need anything for tonight?" he asked as he walked towards his own room to start packing.

When Puck didn't answer right away, Jesse assumed he was asking Kurt or Rachel, possibly both.

"Hummel's shaking his head, so I think he's got everything under control. Don't be an ass this time, St. James."

"That's the last thing I intend to be," Jesse assured the younger boy.

"Good. See you around, St. James," Puck said before he ended the call.

After hanging up with Puck, Jesse quickly dialed the number to the hotel his family had always stayed at when they visited New York. Even though he was positive it was out of the Hummel-Hudson's price range, he made sure that no one would know he and Rachel were there unless they wanted them to.

Later that night, after Burt had gone to the hotel to join his wife and step-son, Rachel found herself beginning to panic.

"Kurt, I can't stay here while Finn is in town," she said as she paced the room.

"Puck already called Jesse, who's taking care of it," Kurt assured her. "Now will you sit down so I can do your hair?"

"Noah called Jesse?" Rachel asked as she sat in front of her vanity.

"Yes. This afternoon. Satan and I have already packed a bag for you. If you need anything else, I'm sure Jesse will be more than happy to get it for you."

"You need to stop worrying so much," Santana put in from her spot on the bed.

"I'm good at worrying," Rachel reminded her.

"You don't need to do that tonight," Kurt assured Rachel as he twisted, curled, and pinned various pieces of her hair.

"Well, on the bright side, at least you get a few more days to spend with your dad," Rachel said, wanting to move onto a different, happier subject.

Kurt grinned and nodded. "He's taking Carole out to eat tomorrow night and he's letting me help him pick out a new suit."

"What about Carole's dress?" Santana asked as she walked over to the vanity.

"She bought it back in Lima," Kurt answered. "I found it online and sent her the link. Turns out a store in Lima carried one that was similar, and since she was able to try that one on, she opted to buy that one versus the one I found online."

Santana nodded before she turned to Rachel. "All right, teatrera, it's time to get your make up done. Then you can put on your dress and shoes. Your Príncipe Azul will be here in no time."

Rachel smiled and nodded before she let her friend apply her make-up. While Jesse probably wouldn't be considered most people's Prince Charming, he was most definitely hers. She was also well aware that it wouldn't take her long to fall back in love with him. If the previous night was any indication, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

By the time Santana had finished with her make-up and Kurt had made some last-minute adjustments to her hair, Rachel was finally able to put her dress and shoes on.

"How do I look?" she asked, twirling in a small circle.

"You look great, but you're about to look fabulous," Kurt said as he clasped a necklace around her neck.

"This isn't mine," Rachel insisted, touching a hand to the diamonds that now surrounded her throat while Santana clasped another string of them around her wrist.

"They're from Jesse," Kurt explained. "Blaine brought them in while you were changing. There's earrings, too."

After she'd put the earrings in, Rachel stepped back from the mirror to inspect her outfit for herself. With one last brush at the skirt to eliminate an invisible wrinkle, Rachel opened her door, letting Santana and Kurt out first. Taking a deep breath, she walked down the hall towards the living room. She could hear Jesse's voice from down the hall and it made her smile. Her smile grew when she stepped into the living room and heard Puck's response.

"Damn, Berry," he said.

Rachel giggled as she turned to Jesse. "What do you think?" she asked.

Jesse walked up to her and took her hand in his to help her execute another small twirl. When she turned back around to face him, he was grinning at her as he slipped his arms around her waist. "Incredible," he finally answered.

Rachel returned his smile as she wrapped her own arms around his neck. "Thank you for the jewelry, it's gorgeous."

"Doesn't compare to you, but you're welcome. We should go, or we'll be late."

Rachel nodded, reluctantly stepping out of Jesse's hold to put on her coat and grab her purse.

"My bag…" she started.

"Already downstairs in the car," Jesse assured her, sliding his arm around her waist once more.

"Bye lovebirds, have fun," Kurt called as Jesse led Rachel out of the apartment.

When she stepped outside, the first thing Rachel saw was the limousine.

"Jess," Rachel whispered, using the old nickname unconsciously.

"Do you like it?" he asked as they walked closer.

"It's incredible, but it's too much," she answered.

"Nothing is too much where you're concerned, Rach. I want to make up for my past mistakes."

Rachel raised a hand and caressed Jesse's cheek. "You don't need to keep apologizing; I already told you that I forgive you."

"I want to do these things for you, Rachel."

Rachel smiled. "You never were one to do things on a small scale," she joked, earning a smile from Jesse.

"It's part of my charm."

When his quip made the Rachel giggle, Jesse raised an eyebrow at her in silent question. Once they were both settled inside of the limo, she answered his question.

"When I was getting ready, Santana called you my Prince Charming."

Jesse chuckled. "Sounds like something she would say."

"I suppose you made sure they had all the right vegan substitutions," Rachel said a few moments later.

"At the restaurant? Of course, I did. I take it Hudson didn't when he took you there?"

Rachel shook her head. "No, and at the time, I didn't really care. Looking back on it, I realize that I should have said something, but there's nothing I can do about it now. That being said, I don't want to talk about Finn tonight. I know that Noah called you to tell you about Finn's sudden appearance this afternoon, and that the best place for me to be for the next few days is far away from the apartment, but the only thing I can thank Finn for this time is giving me an excuse to spend more time with you."

Jesse smiled at her. "I like the way you think," he told her before he leaned down to capture her lips with his.

"So, how is that Lopez and Puckerman are in New York? Last I heard, they were both planning on California," Jesse wondered, conversation flowing easily between himself and Rachel as they waited for their food.

Rachel smiled. "They both got into NYU. Noah put a lot of effort into his schoolwork the last couple of years, but didn't think he was good enough to get into college. Santana made him apply to a few schools in Ohio, California, and New York. They both knew Kurt, Blaine, and I were all going to New York so when they got their acceptance letters from NYU, they decided to go with us. Blaine and I are at Tisch, while Kurt is at FIT."

"What happened to NYADA?"

"I choked my audition," Rachel confessed softly.

"You what?" Jesse asked, not sure he should believe what he just heard.

"I was so busy worrying about what would happen with Finn and me, and I was so nervous that I choked. I hadn't heard from Tisch yet at that point, so I was starting to worry. My parents encouraged me to call, so I did. For some reason I have yet to figure out, I never received anything from them. With Nationals being so close, I couldn't fly out to New York to audition, but once they learned I had a solo, they sent one of their representatives to Chicago."

"I could have messed up that audition for you. I'm so sorry, Rach, I had no idea."

"It's okay. I knew that it was my last chance at New York, and I hadn't told anyone but Kurt that someone from Tisch would be in the audience. Finn knew better than to mess up Nationals again, so as long as I didn't let my nerves get the better of me, I knew I'd be fine. Once I got my acceptance letter from Tisch, Kurt had gotten ones from both FIT and NYADA, and Blaine had gotten ones from Tisch and NYADA. Kurt decided to go for fashion instead of musical theater, while Blaine and I both decided on Tisch."

"What about Puckerman and Lopez?"

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked.

"Obviously you and Blaine are musical theater majors, what are Puckerman and Lopez majoring in, or don't they know yet?" Jesse clarified.

"Oh. Noah is actually interested in the criminal justice program, but he's working on the last of his general education credits while he makes a final decision. Santana has been Pre-law since day one."

Jesse chuckled. "I can't think of a better profession for her," he said.

Rachel grinned. "Me neither," she agreed.

Before either of them could say anything else, they saw their waiter approaching with their food.

After dinner was cleared away and he was once again alone with Rachel in the private room he'd reserved, he stood and offered his hand to her.

"Dance with me?" he asked.

Rachel smiled as she placed her hand in Jesse's, letting him pull her out of her chair and into his arms. Her smile grew when she was reminded of how well she and Jesse always fit together. Even with her heels, he still had a couple of inches on her and she thought that was absolutely perfect.

"You're the incredible one," Rachel whispered as Jesse continued to hold her close. "This is better than I ever could have imagined."

"I told you, I'm not going to mess up this time. I have no intention of letting you walk out of my life again, or walking out of yours," he responded.

"I don't want to move slowly," Rachel confessed. "I know I'm already falling in love with you again and I don't want to stop. I want to conquer Broadway with you, but most of all, I just want our happily ever after."

Instead of answering her with words, Jesse simply bent his head and kissed her, smiling into the kiss when he felt Rachel tighten her arms around his neck.

When they reluctantly broke the kiss, Jesse opted to rest his forehead against Rachel's before he spoke. "I do, too," he whispered.

"I still can't believe you went through all this trouble for me."

"It's not trouble at all. I simply wanted to make sure things were perfect for tonight. And as far as the hotel goes, I booked us a two-bedroom suite, so you can have your own bedroom if you want."

"We'll see," Rachel responded. "For now, I just want to change out of this outfit and relax with you."

"As you wish," Jesse told her with a smile.

That night turned out to be the first of many dates Rachel and Jesse would go on over the next few months as they rekindled their romance and grew closer than ever before. They were best friends, lovers, confidants, and knew, without a doubt, that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with each other. When Rachel's dads had visited for the holidays, he'd even asked for their permission to marry her, though she was yet unaware of his proposal plans.

"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt asked as Rachel made a proposal of her own.

Rachel laughed. "Jesse asked me to move in with him. I told him I'd love to, but I didn't want to leave you and Blaine without a way to pay the other part of the rent. He told me the place he wants us to live isn't open until the month after our last month on the lease here so I didn't have to worry about that."

"Okay, but how does that translate into me, Blaine, Puck, and Santana living with you two?"

"I'm getting to that. The place we looked at is basically three separate suites that share what is pretty much one big living room."

"How does that work? Does this place take up an entire floor or something?" Blaine wondered.

"Two, actually," Rachel answered, earning shocked looks from both boys.

"That sounds expensive," Blaine said, the first to find his voice again.

Rachel grinned. "Jesse said the rent is taken care of."

"Just how much money does Jesse have?" Kurt wondered.

"I'm not sure," Rachel answered with a shrug. "All I know one of his trust funds came due when he turned 18 and another when he turned 21. He gets another when he turns 25, too. I never bothered to ask what the amounts were; I don't care to be honest."

Kurt smiled. "Of course you don't. You're head over heels for Jesse not Jesse St. James."

"Will you at least think about what Jesse's offering? You and Blaine could both save up some more money that way."

"What about when my step-brother decides to visit?" Kurt wondered.

"The only reason I agreed to leave for the weekend in the first place was because I wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to spend more time with Jesse. I haven't let Finn control me for a while now, and I'm not about to start letting him do it again."

"What do Puck and Satan think?"

"They're on board, if you and Blaine are. If you want to see the place before you make a decision, I can see if Jesse can arrange that."

"I still don't know how I feel about letting Jesse cover all of the rent. That place has to be expensive."

"Talk to Jesse about it. Noah pretty much said the same thing when I asked him and Santana, and Jesse knows this."

"How far from our schools is this?" Kurt wondered.

"Not too far. Yours is actually the closest," Rachel answered as she tapped out a text to Jesse and said a goodnight to Blaine.

"Doesn't Jesse have class right away in the morning?"

"He'll most likely sleep right through the text message sound, and even if he doesn't, he'll probably just glance at it, make sure it's nothing urgent and then go back to sleep."

"I think the fact that it's from his girlfriend might make a difference too."

Rachel grinned. "Probably," she agreed.

After she sent the text, Rachel turned back to her best friend. "Jesse and I have been talking about getting married," she revealed.

Kurt sighed. "I wish. Every time I bring it up lately, Blaine says like one non-committal thing about it and then changes the subject."

"I'm sure you and Blaine will get married. He obviously still loves you, and you both have two years of school left. Maybe he wants to be the one to propose to you, and he's trying to surprise you."

Kurt grinned at her. "I like that idea. I'm going to go with that."

"Want to look at wedding dresses with me?" Rachel asked, holding up a bridal magazine.

"Only if you promise to take my advice into consideration this time. I know more than I did in high school, too, so that's another plus," Kurt responded.

Rachel giggled. "I suppose I should take advantage of having a fashion guru for a best friend."

"Why are we here again?" Puck asked as he and Blaine followed Jesse into yet another jewelry store.

"Because you're two of Rachel's best friends and I know neither of you will say a word about this to her," Jesse answered as he peered inside a case.

"So you figured we'd get everything moved into the new place and then let the other three decorate?"

"Pretty much."

"You could have warned us."

"Sorry?"

"Satan's been hinting at wanting one of these, ever since she caught Rachel and Kurt looking at bridal magazines a few weeks ago."

"They seem to have a great selection here, so I'm sure you could find her something nice," Blaine said.

Jesse chuckled and shook his head. Ever since Rachel had let him back into her life, he'd been spending more time with the little group that had followed her to New York. He still hung out with his own friends from time to time, but he found that he simply preferred to spend time with the little group from Ohio. He fully intended to find the perfect ring for Rachel today, and he had an idea in his head about what he wanted but hadn't seen anything close to that yet. He couldn't help but smirk a little as he saw both Puck and Blaine eyeing rings in the case and suddenly had a feeling he wouldn't be the only one buying a ring today.

By the time Jesse had felt he found the perfect ring for Rachel, both Blaine and had Puck had found rings for their significant others as well. When the jeweler told them the prices for the rings they'd selected, Jesse saw the shock on both of their faces.

"Why don't you make a us a deal, since you could potentially be selling three rings today," Jesse suggested.

After a few punches on a calculator, the jeweler named new prices.

"I wish I could, but that's still too far out of my price range," Blaine said with a sigh.

"I feel your pain there, dude," Puck agreed.

"I'll make you a deal," Jesse said to the jeweler. "I'll pay you full price for the ring that I want, but only if you reduce the prices on the others to be within the price-range these two want. That's three rings sold for you today instead of one."

"I have to go get my manager, I'll be right back," the jeweler said with a sigh.

"We aren't charity cases," Puck said as soon as the jeweler was out of earshot.

"I never meant to imply that you were," Jesse responded. "As your friend, I simply want to see you get the ring you want for Santana and it's the same thing with Blaine."

"I'm no good at negotiating deals, anyway," Blaine said with a shrug.

Before any of the three men could say anything, they heard a female voice from behind them. "Jesse St. James, is that you?"

Jesse turned around and smiled as the petite woman. "Yes, Rose," he responded with a laugh.

Rose Weston was a high school friend of his mother's and had known him since he was a baby. While he'd had no idea that she worked here, he was positive it would work in his favor. As Rose studied the ring Jesse had picked out, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Who's the lucky lady?" she asked. "Your mother never mentioned you were thinking of getting married."

"She wouldn't," Jesse replied. "She and my father don't like my future wife, but I really don't care. She's perfect for me and that's all that matters."

Rose smiled. "Good for you, Jesse. The ones your friends picked out are of excellent quality as well."

As Rose and Jesse made conversation, the jeweler who had helped them before wrapped up the rings for them. After they each pocketed the ring they had purchased, the threesome made their way back to the apartment they shared with their significant others.

"Where did the other half of our little group run off to again?" Kurt asked as he helped Rachel unpack.

"Jesse said something about having a few errands to run and then they'd pick up take out for us on the way home," Rachel answered with a shrug.

"Puck decided to tag along, and then both he and Jesse asked Blaine to join them," Santana added.

"I think they're up to something," Kurt decided.

Rachel laughed. "If Jesse has anything to do with it, I have no doubt they are, but I do doubt that it's something bad."

"So have you met Jesse's parents yet?" Santana asked, changing the subject.

"They stopped in New York a few weeks ago, so yes, I met them. I don't think they particularly like me, but I can honestly say I really don't care. I love Jesse and he loves me, and that's all that matters," Rachel answered.

"Are you going to change your name?" Kurt wondered.

"I'll be Rachel Berry when I'm on the stage, but off it I'll be Rachel St. James. That's probably years away, though."

Before anyone could say anything else, they were all startled by the sound of all three cell phones chiming nearly simultaneously.

"Okay, that's weird," Kurt said as he grabbed his phone from its place on a nearby chair.

"It's from Quinn," Rachel added.

"Imposible," Santana muttered.

"What's impossible?" Puck asked as he, Jesse, and Blaine entered the room.

"Quinn and Sam are engaged," Rachel revealed.

"I thought they broke up during your junior year?" Jesse wondered.

"They did," Kurt confirmed. "They were sort of friends again by the end of senior year, but I had no idea they kept in touch, let alone got back together."

"Well hopefully they can make it work this time. Finnbecile isn't around to interfere so who knows," Santana put in.

"He caused Sam and Quinn to break up too?" Jesse asked.

Santana nodded. "I told her not to listen to the idiot, but she did. Something about fireworks I guess, I never bothered to fully understand. He had no problem rubbing his relationship in Rachel's face, though."

"Of course not," Jesse muttered.

Rachel placed a hand on his arm, effectively getting his attention. "You don't need to worry about him anymore, you know that."

Jesse pulled Rachel into his arms before he spoke. "I know, but I still hate all the shit he put you through."

Rachel slid her own arms around Jesse's waist and rested her head on his chest. "It's in the past and I'm over it. Over him."

"Come on, Kurt, you can help me split up the take out," Blaine said, grabbing his boyfriend's arm and leading him out of the room.

Taking the cue from Blaine, Santana and Puck silently left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving Rachel and Jesse alone in the room.

"Jess?" Rachel asked, unsure what he was currently feeling.

"I'm fine," Jesse assured her, smiling a little when he felt her let out the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding.

"So you don't need a kiss, then?" Rachel teased.

"Need? No. Want? Always," Jesse retorted before he leaned down to brush his lips with Rachel's.

"I love you, Jesse. I know we had to get through a lot of bad things, bad feelings, to get where we are today, but I can't regret any of it. I think we both learned from our mistakes and we're better people because of it."

Jesse smiled as he tucked some of Rachel's hair behind her ear and then cupped her face with his hand. "I love you, too, Rachel. We've talked about all of this, and you know I agree with you."

"Good. Now, let's go eat before Noah eats more than his share."

Jesse chuckled as he followed Rachel out of the room. The phone calls that Rachel was yet unaware that he made before he got home would assure that his proposal qualified as epic romance. While they'd been talking about getting married for a few months now, he knew she thought that their engagement was a while away yet so she didn't think it was anything but sweet that he wanted to re-create their first New York date for their anniversary. He was also aware of the plans that Puck and Blaine had in store for their respective significant others. It wouldn't be long until Quinn wasn't the only one planning a wedding.

Spanish Translations:

muy caliente = very hot

perfecto = perfect

ahora = now

mi amiga = my friend

Príncipe Azul = Prince Charming (literally translated it means blue prince, but I have no idea why blue prince = prince charming in Spanish)

imposible = Impossible

teatrera = drama queen