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#16; Ex.
"Calm down" Quinn sighed, looking in the mirror for any smudges of her makeup. They had already been in the club for an hour and it was getting hot, the pulse of the music beating the walls and forcing all of it's occupants to move along the floor. Quinn couldn't lie, she was getting a lot of looks.
"I don't know how Quinn, you know I don't do this sort of thing." Rachel frowned, tugging at the hem line of her too tight dress. She was borrowing it from Quinn and it was more then a little exposing. It had been a birthday present to herself last year when Quinn turned twenty and had finally cut down to the size she was at fifteen and before the baby, an entire four years later. Rachel felt and odd thrill at all the males who's attentions she caught, but it still wasn't comfortable.
"You look hot." Quinn grinned, staring at her best friend.
"I look like a whore." Rachel muttered, staring at her reflection. It wasn't a lie, while the dress was made to fit someone of Quinn's size perfectly, Rachel being four inches taller and wearing incredibly high heels made her look more then a little easy. The neck line was decent, showing a fair amount of cleavage, but the dress stopped a few inches down from her hips, barely covering her underwear and it was backless. Being strapless and backless was a dance with disaster, at any moment it felt like it was going to simply fall off her body and float away.
"Rachel, you are with out a doubt the hottest girl out there. Be happy and just get drunk with me, please? This is the one night I'm free to do whatever I want, so give me what I want. Alright?" Quinn begged. She didn't want to admit it, but it was true that Rachel was probably the hottest girl there. She would have killed to look half as good as her in the moment, and she was embarrassed to think it.
"eh, fine. Lets go." Rachel moaned, pushing the bathroom door open.
They made there way back to their corner booth, almost tripping several times.
"I'm going to get a beer." Rachel yelled over the music, motioning to the bar. Quinn nodded, taking her seat.
Rachel was half way to the bar when she crashed into someone, the heels twisting her ankle and sending her right into the chest of someone else. She hoped to god it hadn't been a girl, because that would of hurt bad.
"Ouch, fuck. Sorry." She apologized, her ankle now throbbing. She looked up, wanting to check if the other person was okay.
"Rachel?" A male questioned, steadying the brunette. She was standing on one leg, the other one already beginning to turn red and swell.
"Jesse." Rachel blinked, staring at her old boyfriend.
"Wow. you look- wow. "Jesse stared, looking her over. She had thinned out a little, the dress making clear how in shape her body was. A twinge of regret pulled inside of him, he should of fought harder, tried longer.
"I need to uh- I should go." She turned around, wobbling away. She stumbled forward a little and Jesse was left with a clear view of her bottom and the tiny freckle on the right side of her back that was placed right by her hip.
"Wait, i'll help you." He offered, catching up and grabbing her by the elbow.
She didn't know why she what happened next, for years to come she wouldn't understand what forced her to do it.
Without hesitation she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
"I'll take that as a yes." Jesse smiled, breaking away.
#17; lip gloss
He hated the stuff, it was silly and childish but it was true. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have cared, with every other girlfriend it hadn't bothered him and he hadn't even noticed it, but everything was different with Rachel Berry.
"Dude, your overreacting." Puck Puckerman laughed, all the males were sitting in glee glub, the women off practicing a routine.
"No, i'm not." Jesse sighed. "She always does it, and i'm starting to think on purpose too."
It was that damn lip gloss. He was ashamed to admit it, but he was jealous of a stupid tube of lip gloss. Jesse St. James hated the fact that his girlfriend constantly smeared the watermelon scented pink gloss around her lips. It first started a few weeks ago, when he noticed that the little container got to touch her lips much much more then he did. It didn't really bother him at first, but now it's a constant reminder that the gloss gets to be on her lips 24/7 and he doesn't.
"Let it go." Finn told him. He dealt with the same problem with Quinn and if he had the chance to be any where near Rachel lips, he sure as hell wouldn't complain about a stupid tube of lip gloss. He would be to busy kissing if off of her.
"You let it go." Jesse glared. He hoped he caught the double meaning.
#18; fatality
"Was I dreaming?" His eyes were blurry, red and puffy from the last two weeks.
"No."
He didn't speak, only closed his eyes and let out another tear. Jesse nodded shakily and clenched the bed sheet tighter in his hand.
"Would you like something to eat?"
He shook his head.
Finn left after a few more moments, it had become routine by now. A few months ago, after the crash, Finn had moved into Rachel's and Jesse's apartment, taking care of the young and broken man. Slowly Jesse was falling deeper and deeper into himself, barely eating and only getting up to use the bathroom twice a day.
"How is he?" Quinn asked.
"He needs Rachel." Finn answered.
"Don't we all..."
#19; lets get drunk
There was a half empty vodka bottle laying on the ground, a tangle of arms and legs wrapped around a thin bed sheet. An un-open pack of cigarettes was half way hidden behind a magazine and Rachel Berry's hair. She didn't mind getting drunk, but smoking hurt her singing voice. Lazily she dragged herself to the bathroom, wincing at the state of her hair and smeared makeup.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea.
Her cell phone started to vibrate under a stack of clothing, she dug it out and opened the new text message.
Saved you some hash, wanna join? - L
No, she really didn't.
Sure, be there in twenty-R
#20 ...
Four things were always a known fact to Kurt.
The first was, and will always be, that Finn Hudson was the hottest guy at McKinely high school. Hundreds of girls would agree, a few males pointing out the obvious attractiveness in him and more then half the adult population also in a joint understanding that Finn Hudson was one attractive male.
Second of all; He was gay. Not Finn, but Kurt. Kurt knew, and even though he rejected it for a very long time, he knew that he was a homosexual male that was interested in other males.
Third; His mother was never coming back, no matter what. She had died and gone to heaven, leaving the earth and him behind and no amount of praying or wishing or dreaming would ever change that fact.
fourth; Rachel Berry was the most annoying girl in the history of existence.
no matter how he thought about it, he never understood how the first and the fourth fact would ever end up dating, then falling in love. He doesn't understand how they got together, how they stayed together and lived together through college, through Rachel's parents deaths, and through every person fighting to break them up.
He fought for years, until he was twenty-three and they had been together seven years before he gave up. He fought for them to break up, for Finn to realize how annoying and selfish she was and then finally leave her. But he never did.
They were in love and as much as Kurt hated to admit it, it was a fact.
===(if you like Jesse, keep reading, if you want to end it with Finn&Rachel, don't go further.)
Even after seven years of trying to break them up, he was still surprised that it actually happened. Not that he wasn't happy about it, he was just surprised. It was two years after he'd given up, making them twenty five and semi famous stars on broadway.
His name was Jesse St. James, and after four days, Rachel had left Finn and was dating the raven haired man. He had broken up with his fiance and even moved from LA to be with Rachel in New York. I never got an invitation to the wedding, I wouldn't have gone anways.
Finn was hurt, crushed and destroyed. It took him 1 year, 3 months and 16 days to really get of Rachel Berry and meet the women who was his soul mate. Her name Jennifer something and I liked her even less then Rachel Berry. She was blond, tan and too nice to be human.
Rachel was happy for him.
I had never really met Jesse, but what i've heard was that he was better looking then Finn and had a voice that could match Rachel's and also an ego too. Somewhere, deep inside of me, I was secretly glad Rachel got her happiness, I didn't like her, but that didn't mean she deserved to be alone.
As for me,
his name is Braten, and he's all mine.