Who says?
Jesse St. James looked down at his sleeping girlfriend. Her head rested on his shoulder, tears still evident on her face. Rachel had rushed over after school in tears. He was surprised she had even been able to drive, she was crying so hard. It had taken him a better part of an hour to even get her to be even coherent enough to talk.
Rachel had been in the girl's bathroom washing another slushy out of her hair and reapplying her make up when Santana had walked.
"What are you doing dwarf?"
Rachel had ignored her, focusing on make herself presentable for Jesse who she was meeting in an a little over an hour.
"You act like you got somewhere important to be?"
"I have a date with Jesse." Santana smirked cruelly.
"You must be really good in bed, because to be honest, that is the only reason he is with you man-hands. You aren't hot like Quinn or me," She looked Rachel up and down. " He is just going to use you again and then when he gets tired of trying to get you to give him a little something somethin, he'll dump you like yesterdays garbage and come and tap this."
"Not true Santana, you're just jealous, because Jesse is the one boy who doesn't want anything to do with you."
"At least I'm worth it. You on the other hand? Not even close." And with that she had walked out. Leaving Rachel alone and in tears.
Jesse had never wanted to hit a girl so bad in his life. He gently nudged Rachel awake.
"Come on Rach it's almost your curfew and your dads will kill me if you're late." The college student said gently running his hand through her hair. Rachel lifted her head and nodded. He led her to the door.
"Thank you for listening to me today, Jess."
"No problem Rach. You're worth it." She nodded not looking at him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Jesse quickly kissed her lips and waited on the porch until her car was out of sight. He had some planning to do.
"So who would like to go first?" Mr. Shue asked the group as they sat in the auditorium. Suddenly Jesse strode on to the stage.
"I have something, Mr. Shue."
"Jesse, what are you doing here?"
"Getting to sing, what else." Jesse said with an eye roll.
"Okay...?" Jesse nodded once to the band and the beat filled the space. He turned to Rachel
I wouldn't want you to be anybody else.
He looked at Santana
You made her insecure
Told her she wasn't good enough
But who are you to judge
When she's a diamond in the rough
I'm sure you got some things
You'd like to change about yourself
But when it comes to her
I wouldn't want her to be anybody else
Na na na
Na na na
She is a beauty queen
She is just beautiful her
Na na na
Na na na
She's got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon
He locked eyes with Rachel
Who says?
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
Who says?
It's such a funny thing
How nothing's funny when it's you
You tell 'em what you mean
But they keep whiting out the truth
It's like a work of art
That never gets to see the light
Keep you beneath the stars
Won't let you touch the sky
Na na na
Na na na
She's a beauty queen
She's just beautiful her
Na na na
Na na na
You've got every right
To a beautiful life
C'mon
Who says
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful
He walked of stage and made his way toward her.
Who says?
Who says you're not star potential
Who says you're not presidential
Who says you can't be in movies
Jesse grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. He gently brushed the hair out of her face and stroked her cheek.
Listen to me, listen to me
Who says you don't pass the test
Who says you can't be the best
Who said, who said?
Won't you tell me who said that?
Rachel giggled softly and Santana fumed behind her.
Yeah, oh
Who says?
Who says you're not perfect
Who says you're not worth it
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me
That's the price of beauty
Who says you're not pretty
Who says you're not beautiful.
Jesse finished letting the last note faded away softly. Rachel blushed and hugged him tightly. Jesse returned the hug.
"See you are worth it." He whispered in to her hair as he kissed her forehead. Rachel nodded and laced her finger with his.
Silently Santana glared at the couple, she hated be called out, she hated the fact that St. Jerk had made Rachel feel special, but deep down she knew he was right, and that killed her.