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Summary: A series of letters between a separated Rachel and Jesse.
(AN: Rachel, Jesse)
~X~ Someday soon we'll be together Until then I will remember
There's love in every letter written
A hope that gets me through the day
Forever is never too long to wait
Where a moment last forever
Our love shines
Brighter than the stars
Every word and every letter
The promises
You've written on my heart
~X~
December 4, 2011
Rachel,
I know, I have no right to contact you.
I want to start by saying how sorry I am. Sorry for what I did to you. I'm not going to give you my excuses. I know that you don't want them and I don't deserve them. But I really did love you.
I miss talking to you. You are my best friend. And, sure, I love you romantically, but I'll take anything I can get. I need you, Rachel. College sucks. I need a best friend's opinion.
As I already said, college sucks. I've realized that I'm not the star anymore. I'm just some egotistical kid from Nowhere, Ohio. Sure, I've always been talented. They know that, but here, talent isn't everything. I have to work for once. Thank god for Shelby Corcoran's insane practices.
The only part I've gotten is an understudy. The classes are tough. And I miss you. I don't miss Vocal Adrenaline or Shelby or any of it. You are what I miss. I don't even miss my family. Hell, what family? You know how I feel about them. Trust me, the feeling is mutual. They never liked me. They didn't even like my talent. They just wanted me out of the house. Did you know, they never once went to a Vocal Adrenaline event of mine? It was all about them. Even my uncle didn't care about me.
Well, I'm going to go now. I have class in fifteen minutes, for one. Another is that I shouldn't have written this in the first place. You never deserved any of what I did to you. The least I can do is leave you alone.
-Jesse
December 8, 2011
Jesse,
I'll admit, when I first saw your letter several things ran through my mind. The first was to throw it away. The second was to burn it. The third was to read it and get it over with and the fourth was to cry. I chose a combination of the third and fourth. I read it, but I cried too.
I miss you. As much as I shouldn't, I really do. You were my best friend too, the only one who truly understood me. I miss the sound of our voices harmonizing perfectly. You have a voice that could make an angel cry.
I'm sorry that you hate it so much at the University of California-Los Angeles (I know, it's in Los Angeles. I actually have heart of it :D) I know that you are by far one of the most talented people I know. I loved you for it. I really loved you. I loved you for you. You were Jesse, the boy who was crazy about me and never hurt me. Jesse, the person. I also met Jesse St. James, the star of Vocal Adrenaline, when you showed up on that stage without telling me. Jesse St. James, the monster, when you were throwing eggs at me.
I can't forgive you, not yet. But I miss talking to you, so we'll compromise at that for now.
High School sucks too. On the bright side, I haven't been slushied in about three hours. And it wasn't even grape, my favorite. It was cherry. I don't like cherry. The classes aren't hard, I'm an honors student. But Glee isn't fun anymore. They are all obsessed with winning. It's no longer about how the singing makes us feel. Remind me, the next time you are in town, even though it may be years. You can come to Glee with me, I don't care how much they hate you. We can show them what singing is about.
I must go. Finn is being Finn and insisting that I talk to him. Let's pretend for fifteen seconds that he listens when I talk anyway. You listened.
Love,
Rachel*
December 10, 2011
Rachel,
I love how you still put a star by your name every time you sign it!
Finn? Are you dating him again? I know, it's not my business. I knew you would end up with him though. There were too many questions, too much past. You couldn't fully love anyone else until you were no longer curious about what could have been.
They're throwing those at you again? I thought I stopped them a while ago! Anyone I can beat up for it? Or at least verbally scold through MySpace?
Sorry, I'll stop being the overprotective boyfriend. I'm not your boyfriend anymore. I lost that right.
You should post more videos on MySpace. I love watching you sing.
I know, it's short. But I have class, again. I'll talk to you soon.
-Jesse.
December 13, 2011
Jesse,
No, Finn and I are not together. I was too heartbroken after I lost you. He kept pushing and one day I snapped. I finally realized that my feelings for him had changed. You are my best friend, Jesse. You can ask me personal questions.
And, no, you can't beat anybody up. You also cannot yell at them on MySpace.
It's okay to be protective of me. I understand that it's a habit for you.
I'll post a video as soon as I can. Tonight sound good to you?
How is your personal life going? Any girlfriends? I don't mean to be forward, just curious.
Have you told any of your friends about me? The old ones. I understand if you haven't.
Oh, Dad is calling me to dinner. I'll see you soon. I miss your voice. Don't be afraid to post a video of your own.
Love,
Rachel*
December 18, 2011
Rachel,
Happy Birthday! Are you glad to finally be seventeen? I'm sorry I can't be there to say it in person. I attached my gift, I hope you like it.
I'm glad you aren't too upset about my overprotectiveness. I can't help it.
I saw your video. That song is very you. You no longer need to work on your emotional depth, Rach.
No, I don't have a girlfriend. Not even anything casual. I've been too busy and I miss you too much.
I haven't told my old friends because I don't want them to do anything to you. They think that a good performer is heartless and I am no longer. They might want revenge, blame you.
I'm assuming you haven't told your friends, yet, either. Otherwise, I think they would have contacted me in some way. Hudson and Puckerman would probably even come see me in L.A.
-Jesse
January 2, 2012
Jesse,
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I loved the gift, but I would rather see you in person. I'm sorry it took so long to reply, but I've been busy over the holidays. It's been too long. Too long since you've held me in your arms. Too long since I've kissed your lips. Too long since I've heard your voice, heard you sing. Too long since I've heard the perfection that results in us singing together. Listen, I think it would be okay for you to call me. My number is still the same, if you have it. If not, it's 654-321-7890.
Just so you know, Finn and I have always had issues. The guy is damn selfish.
One, he quit Glee because his football team shot paintballs at him.
Two, he led me on, when he had a girlfriend.
Three, he led me on to get a scholarship s he could provide for his pregnant girlfriend
Four, he stood me up at the picture, making me take it alone.
Five, he quit Glee because said girlfriend's baby wasn't his.
Six, he went on a date with Santana and Brittany while dating me.
Seven, he broke up with me to 'find his inner rockstar.'
Eight, he told the Glee Club I was dating you, causing them to give me an ultimatum.
Nine, he decided that even though I was taken, he was going to try to get me back.
Ten, he slept with Santana and lied about it.
Eleven, he slashed the tires of Vocal Adrenaline
Twelve, he tried to beat you up. That would've hurt me and I think he knew it.
Thirteen, he told me he loved me before performing with me at Regional's when he knew I still loved you.
We all make mistakes, Jesse. My mistakes were great, that stupid video for one, but you forgave me.
One thing I love about you is that you challenge me. Finn never insults my singing, no one does. He doesn't laugh when I punch him for making fun of me, he never even makes fun of me. I once heard that you should be more worried if you aren't criticized or teased. Especially if you once were. Finn never even said we should sing. You always sang when I wanted to, even in public. Sometimes, it was even your idea. Finn was never like that.
I apologize for my ramblings, and I love you,
Rachel*
P.S. I love it when you call me Rach. I always have.
January 10, 2012
Rachel,
Thanks for not hanging up when I called you. It was great to hear your voice again. Is the Glee Club still giving you a hard time?
How is the Glee Club? Kurt? Mercedes? Are they still pestering you about solos? What about Quinn and Santana? Does Brittany still think I'm Mr. Schuester's son? Does Finn still suck at dancing and struggle to keep up with you vocally?
I know that I can talk to you other ways now, but it is more fun to write letters.
Just note that you are the first to know, but I got a part! It's a small one, in a smaller campus musical, but I still got it!
I have rehearsals, but I'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Jesse.
January 21, 2012
Jesse,
I was glad to hear your voice again.
Yes, the other members of New Directions are still giving me issues.
Kurt is okay. He still is offended that I'm better than him and hates my fashion, but isn't as vocal about it. Mercedes is the same. Brittany is still Brittany. She probably forgot that one specific one, but she said something else yesterday. What was it? Oh, yeah, she publically announced that she was in love with Santana. Santana was really mad at her. Obviously, she reciprocates the feelings. Of course Finn still can't dance. He also fails at singing with me. Can't you come back to school? Our voices worked together.
Call me soon! I miss your voice.
Congratulations on the part. That's exciting. I wish I could see it.
Love,
Rachel*
P.S. don't think that I didn't notice how you signed it :D
May 12, 2012
Rachel,
Congratulations on getting to National's! Just hold tight, you are almost there. And I think you can win. Vocal Adrenaline shouldn't have won two years ago, you should have. And this year, they don't have me or Shelby Corcoran. How is Shelby by the way? And the baby? Shelby was one of those people that could make me do anything. I owed her, you know.
I plan to come home and visit this summer. I'll see you then?
Love,
Jesse
Jesse,
If you come back this summer and don't come see me, bad things will happen.
Love,
Rachel*
P.S. Shelby and the baby are good.
That was the last time Rachel heard from Jesse. Today was National's. She was singing a beautiful version of Stellar Kart's Letters as their finale.
"Far from home You find me
Amidst the lost and dying
Nothing is fair in love and war
Worlds apart in desperation
Please erase this separation
Only you are worth fighting for
There's love in every letter written
A hope that gets me through the day
Forever is never too long to wait
Someday soon we'll be together
Where a moment last forever
Our love shines
Brighter than the stars
Until then I will remember
Every word and every letter
The promises
You've written on my heart
On my heart
I see the darkness blinding
And all that's left are my dreams
To save me from the night
Your words of hope remind me
Somewhere the sun is shining
And don't give up the fight
'Cause there's love in every letter written
A hope that gets me through the day
Forever is never too long to wait
Someday soon we'll be together
Where a moment last forever
Our love shines
Brighter than the stars
Until then I will remember
Every word and every letter
The promises
You've written on my heart
On my heart
Someday soon we'll be together
Where a moment last forever
Our love shines
Brighter than the stars
Someday soon we'll be together
Where a moment last forever
Our love shines
Brighter than the stars
Until then I will remember
Every word and every letter
The promises
You've written on my heart
On my heart, on my heart." That's when she spotted him. Standing in the back, where she stood during Bohemian Rhapsody, Jesse St. James was staring at her with a grin on his face. He understood the song, even if the Glee Club didn't. During the break, she ran to him and jumped into his arms.
"Whoa, Rach." She grinned and kissed him gently, not letting him go.
"Oh, god, I missed you." He said when she pulled away.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, school is out for the summer and I thought I'd come for your performance and stay until you left Ohio."
"Are you coming to graduation?"
"Wouldn't miss it. You came to mine, even though you hated me."
"I promised."
"And I promise to come to yours."
"Guess what!" she yelled randomly hours later when they were watching Funny Girl on the airplane.
"What?"
"I'm going to UCLA with you next year." She said, finally spilling her information.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. My dads already okayed it." He stood up and took her in his arms before spinning her around like he used to. The flight attendants didn't react real well, but they didn't care. They were in love, they were happy, and they were together.