Dear Readers, Sorry it has been so long! I am very busy but here is the next step and soon you will find out what happened to our favorite suffering diva... Anywho, thanks for the reviews, (anyone who wants to review, I am open to criticism and randomness, anonymous w/e, go for it). Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!

My phone rang, my little pink cell phone, quiet for so long was now ringing. It was my work phone, the number I gave to my directors and my landlord. The number wasn't in my phone either.

"Hello?" I waited to hear the voice to maybe remember if I forgot something. I would never forget anything, but , no, It's not even possible.

"Hello, may I please speak to Rachel Berry?" A male voice answered. I didn't know why they would be calling, what did I do?

"Speaking, may I ask who this is?"

"This is, well, it's someone."

"If you don't tell me your name, I will call the police and give them your number and have them trace you and label you as a stalker. You can guarantee that I will have you on National wanted lists in a heartbeat."

"Rachel, It's, please don't hang up, Jesse." I dropped the phone. Really? WHY NOW? Haven't I been through enough? It's a little disheartening to see all your old "friends" and have them be upset to see you but to have the man you trusted and loved who threw an egg at you even though you are a vegan to call me too!

"Jesse, good bye, I'm hanging up."

"You and I both know you don't want to." Damn, he knows me too well. I do want to, but I want him to apologize, and I want him to sweep me up into his arms and carry me into the sunset, but he was a jerk.

"I miss you." I whispered in a tiny voice. Where was he to save me when I needed him. Why didn't he come back so we could get married after my graduation? Why didn't he just apologize!

"Rachel, I have been looking for you. I wanted to come back, but I got into UCLA. I was going to take you with me, and I came back a couple weeks after your graduation. You weren't there."

" I was in New York. In Spring Awakening."

"I saw your performances, in Wicked and Les Miserables too."

"How was it?"

"Amazing. You were amazing."

"Jesse, I can't do this."

"Please, meet me for dinner somewhere. Anywhere."

"I'm not in New York."

"I can be in Lima in a little over an hour."

"Jesse. I am so confused, I can't do this."

"I'll see you soon." He hung up. He was coming here.

I sat on the edge of my bed. How would I explain this? I can't do anything, I just got out of the situation with David. I can't start anything. I found the number, and saved it as Jesse. This will be interesting.

The door bell rang. Please don't be Jesse. PLEASE! I opened the door carefully. A whole bunch of kids were staring me in the face.

"Trick or Treat!" They screamed. I was confused, momentarily, until I remembered the date. Halloween! I backed away from the door, making little excuses. I frantically searched the kitchen, finding a note.

Dear Rach,

Daddy and I have a party for Halloween to go to. Please if you have time, get some candy, money is in the drawer by the computer. Have fun!

Love, Dad

Fudge. I searched around some more, finding a baggie of sugar packets. It's close to candy. I gave those to the newly enthused Trick or Treaters. This was limited, but I gave the rest of them out. Kids love sugar! I flipped the lights off, and plopped on the couch. I finally relaxed, flipping through the TV channels.

The doorbell rang again.

"I don't have any more sugar! Sorry Kids!" I shouted trudging down the hall to get the door. Whoever it was they would not stop ringing the bell.

"I said I don't have-" My sentence was cut short, Jesse was standing directly in front of me.

"Hello, Is it me your looking for?" He sang. As corny as it was, that was kind of our song. I stared at him menacingly, or what I hoped was menacingly.

"Not happy to see me?" He pushed through me to enter the kitchen.

"No, Jesse, I am not."

"Why? I need you now tonight! I need you more than ever!" He sang again.

"I don't know why you're here."

"The last time I saw you was kind of rough, I miss you."

"The last time I saw you, you through an egg at me. I had nightmares forever."

"But I didn't know how lost I was until I found You!" He sang again!

"Enough with the singing or you better Run Joey Run!" I sang back. He chuckled.

"That's why I love you." He came closer to me. I pushed him away.

"I can't."

"But why?"

"Our history makes it impossible."

"There is a different reason. What happened?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that!"

"Tell the truth."

"There's nothing to tell."

"Rachel, you can tell me."

"Why are you making this so hard?"

"I only love you."

"Jesse, please stop. My history is in the past."

"Tell me."

"No."

Jess slept on the floor in my room, which was a little creepy. He wrapped himself in one of my many pink blankets, and stole a pillow from my closet. If he had a bow in his hair I might have taken him for a girl. I got up like normal, and tiptoed around him. Unfortunately he woke up to grab my ankle as I passed, scaring me to death, but it's no big deal.

"Are you ready to tell me yet?" He asked, his eyes were shining like a child's, and then sunk as I denied him the story.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, and he of course had an answer.

"Let's play twenty questions! I will ask them and you can answer."

"No. Why don't we watch a movie, I am feeling Hairspray." I trotted down the stairs and turned on the TV. Jesse followed obediently like a puppy. We sat on the couch, singing along, and slowly he inched closer to me, and closer. Then he was on top of me, practically.

"Jesse, please don't." He began kissing my cheek searching for my lips.

"Rachel, come on, I love you."

I rocked back and forth in the fetal position. David's footsteps echoed in the house quiet apartment.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked, a grimace on his face that soon turned to a smirk. I remained silent taking whatever he was about to give me.

"Are you ready for another shot?" He crept closer to me, slowly crawling up the bed, forcing me to spread my extremities. He pulled everything off, ready for another rough night. He pushed himself into me, thrusting with power, becoming more physical with each pulse. He worked for almost half an hour, of which I cried.

"There. We'll do this again later, I have dinner with a choreographer." He dashed out, leaving me alone once again. I didn't move, praying he wouldn't come back, my fresh wounds now ached. I prayed, but sure enough he came back for an encore.

"It wasn't that bad, Rachel. Come on, I love you!" he muttered the words without true feeling, but somehow I believed them.

I began to quiver at Jesse's touch. He pulled away, letting me curl up on the couch further away from him.

"Rachel, what is wrong?" He laid a hand on me, to which I involuntarily recoiled. I now let out wails as all the strikes, and words hit me hard once again. Everything reminded me of him. I couldn't escape him. I had to tell Jesse, or it would destroy me.