CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NEW MCKINELY HIGH'S HOT COUPLE
JESSE'S UNCLE HOUSE
Jesse smirked as he heard Rachel's voice in the hallway talking to his uncle. He knew that his plan had worked – even through Rachel didn't visit him at the hospital. He never expected her too. He very well knew that the pregnant blond, and the wanna bee bad boy with the Mohawk would stop her. But, he very knew that Rachel Berry was a very determined person – and that the more everyone kept her from him, the more she would want to see him.
He schooled his face into the false pleased expression just as the door opened to Rachel's uncertainly face. "Hello Rachel." He nodded towards his Uncle whom was standing behind her. He watched as his Uncle took the hint and beat the hell out of there.
"Hello Jesse." Rachel stepped awkwardly into the room. "I know you weren't expecting any visitors from McKinley, but I just thought that you wanted to know that we – or I – or someone at your new high school does care about how you are doing."
"I'm glad that it is you whom have decided to come visit me, Rachel." Jesse hid the smirk well.
"Jesse, let me just tell you upfront. I'm not attracted to you. I will never be attracted too you." Rachel stepped forward into the room. Her hands were clenched down at her sides. "But, I think – no I feel that the only way you would be accepted – in part in Glee club is if you and I were dating." She took a breath. "I don't know why you truly left VA. I don't really care for that matter. I am just glad that you had decided to transfer to McKinley – and join New Directions. I feel that you can help us get a better footing in the Glee club competitions."
"I agree." Jesse said nodding. This is much too easy. She's just putty in my hands. Her aim to Broadway fame is clouding her judgment calls. "Expect Rachel, are you sure about this plan of yours. I don't want to cause a rift between you and your friends." He very well knew that Rachel didn't have any friends. Expect for the very new development of Noah Puckerman, and Quinn Fabray. But, given time, Jesse can destroy the fragile ties, and make Rachel Berry truly alone in the world.
"Don't worry about Quinn and Noah. Even Kurt won't be a problem. Right now they just feel the need to go over board in proving too me that they truly regret their past mistakes towards me. Once they see that I'm still very much my own person – they won't dare try to stop me from seeing you," Rachel finished her paragraph. "So this is how it's going to work. In private we have no contact whatsoever. We don't hold hands, we don't kiss or hug. We don't allow one finger tip onto the other person's skin. But in public – we are as affectionate as any teenage couple." She held up her hand, "In all due modesty of course."
Jesse nodded his head. "Of course."
RACHEL'S HOUSE: RACHEL'S BEDROOM
Rachel sighed as she frowned staring at the end of her bed. How did things turn out like this? Why was she going through with a farces of a relationship that she didn't even want? She didn't want Jesse in any part of her life. She didn't need Jesse to act like he cared for her one little bit. So why was she going through the trouble of faking it? Why was she set on setting herself up for some major hurt down the road?
There was a gentle rap on her door. Rachel's bow furrowed as she looked at the closed door. She was tempted to not answer. Hoping that whomever was on the other side of the door would think she wasn't home yet.
The door opened , and Quinn's head poked her head around it. "Hey Rach, I'm glad to see you back home. Where did you disappear too after school? I thought we were going to ride home together." She walked into the room.
Rachel wrapped her arms protectively around herself.
"Rach?" Quinn softly asked as she knelt in front of her friend. She placed her hands on the Diva's thighs. Running her hands up and down the pants. "Talk to me."
"Why should I talk to you; when all you do is criticize everything I have to say." Rachel asked in a slow tone. Her right eye brow rose high on her forehead.
"I don't criticize everything you say." Quinn defended herself.
Rachel's eye brow rose higher.
"Not anymore." Quinn sighed. "You told me not to apologize to you anymore; so I won't for my past mistakes." She sighed deeply, "But, how can I not; when you are sitting here clearly upset with me. I don't know if it's for the past or if something I did now?" Her palms ran up to Rachel's waist.
Rachel closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Just leave me alone, Quinn."
"I want to help you." Quinn softly begged.
Rachel's eyes opened, "You can't help me with this."
Quinn's hand stilled on Rachel's cheek. "Can't or won't?" She demanded.
"Both." Rachel replied evenly. "Not everything in my life involves you Quinn Fabray!" She felt her heart pound as she tried to convince herself to be angry at the blond.
"I never said it did." Quinn protested. "Why are trying to pick a fight with me?" She sighed as her hand lowered from her cheek, resting it back on Rachel's waist. "If you are angry with me for something that I actually did – than please just tell me. Then we can honesty fight it out – and get back to feeling comfortable with one another once more."
"I don't want to fight with you." Rachel truthfully said. "I just want to be left alone right now is all." She brought her hands to trace Quinn's jaw lines. "Look Quinn, I'm just in a mood right now. It has nothing too do with you." She lied. "I just want to be alone is all."
Hazel eyes lowered. "I'm sorry Rachel." She pulled away, and stood to her feet. "When you are ready to be around me – come find me." She turned and left the room.
Rachel watched the door close softly behind the blond. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Wrapping her arms tightly around her slim waist – she leaned forward and silently sobbed.
QUINN'S BEDROOM
Quinn leaned against her closed bedroom door – staring at her bed. She felt sweat roll off her body in waves. Rachel had lied to her. She knew the brunette too well to be able to read her like an open book. Why is Rachel trying to kick her out?
She pulled her phone from her sweater pocket. Kurt, what is going on with Rachel? - Quinn
How should I know? - Kurt
You are her friend. - Quinn
So are you. - Kurt
Kurt! - Quinn
Don't Kurt me, Quinn. Rachel and I are friends. But, we aren't the best of friends. Yet. We are getting there. But, you are much closer to Rachel than I am. - Kurt
Whatever is going on with Rachel right now, I know you are involved. - Quinn
There was ten minutes of silence. I just knew it. Out with it Kurt. - Quinn
I can't, Quinn. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. I promised Rachel. - Kurt
Tell me now, Kurt Hummel! Oh so help me …. - Quinn
I just can't. - Kurt
You are a dead man. - Quinn
I know. - Kurt
Quinn closed her eyes as she fought her anger. She felt fear rise even higher than even before. Opening her eyes she looked at Kurt's last message. What can I do to protect her? - Quinn
Just be there for her. - Kurt
Why is she so bent on hurting herself? - Quinn
She believes she deserves it. - Kurt
Oh God; this is all my fault. - Quinn
No, Quinn. Just some of it. - Kurt
Quinn's right hand went to her womb. This was the reason why she couldn't keep her baby girl. Her daughter would be simply destroyed if raised by Quinn. Hell, she already doomed her precious daughter to hell with just the fact that she was carrying her.
I'm sorry Quinn. - Kurt
I should never have said that. - Kurt
It's not true. - Kurt
It is true, Kurt. - Quinn
Not any longer. - Kurt
Still true. - Quinn
Hey baby mama. - Puck
Not now Puck. - Quinn
What's wrong? - Puck
Nothing that you can help me with. - Quinn
So our daughter is all right. - Puck
Yes. - Quinn
Until she's born that is. - Quinn
Quinn …. - Puck
She'll be safe once I find a loving home for her. - Quinn
I'm coming over. - Puck
I'm not going to see you. - Quinn
Why do you have too be so damn stubborn all the time! - Puck
Come over. - Quinn
Now you are seeing reason. - Puck
Not for me. For Rachel. - Quinn
What's going on with my song bird? - Puck
I don't know. She won't let me help her. Perhaps she'll allow you. - Quinn
RACHEL'S BEDROOM
Rachel looked over her shoulder at the knock on her door. She had pulled herself into a fetal position during her quiet breakdown. "Go away Quinn." She said once she knew that she had a firm handle on her emotions.
"It's not Quinn, song bird." Noah said from the other side of the door.
Rachel sighed deeply as she sat up, sitting cross legged on the middle of the bed. Good thing she decided to wear jeans that day. She wiped her face, and was relieved to see that the tears had dried all ready. "What do you want Noah." She sighed.
The door opened. "Why are you trying so hard to crawl back into yourself?" He shook his head, "You don't need to do that anymore. You have people whom love, and care for you. Not just your dads."
"All because I have this one thing that I don't need Quinn Fabray to help me with – all a sudden I'm retreating into myself." Rachel's temper rose. "What gives?" Her hands waved to the sides. "I have been taking care of myself for years. Without Quinn's friendship. I did just fine in the past – and now that I have her undying friendship – I can still manage to handle my own troubles on my own. I don't always need Quinn fighting my battles for me!"
Noah's eyes widen in surprise.
"I don't want you here, Noah, just go be with Quinn, and your daughter. Go be with your family." Rachel's chest heaved up and down.
Noah moved over so he was sitting on the bed next to his Jewish Princess. Wrapping his arms tightly around Rachel's waist, "You are my family." He whispered resting his head against her head. "I love you."
Rachel closed her eyes. "I love you too." She whispered. "You are such a terrific brother."
Noah's heart broke for the final time. Rachel only loved him like a brother. He tightened his hold on her. "I love you like my sister too." He managed to get out huskily. He felt her wrap her arms around him, and return his hug. Laying his head against her shoulder – he just closed his eyes, and said good bye to the dream that he had held onto since his boyhood.
WILLIAM MCKINLEY HIGH SCHOOL
HALLWAY BETWEEN CLASSES
Jesse wheeled down the hallway on the way to his first class of the day. Granted school had started two hours ago – he made sure to stay home for the first two periods. It wouldn't due to his plan if he arrived for first period on his first day back from medical leave. After all he had gotten beaten to a pulp after all. It was expected of him to arrive late after a week off.
He noticed that the students took one look at him, and parted ways for his wheel chair to get through. He hid the deep pleasure smirk at this. He nodded his head in thanks to the kids, and moved the joy stick forward. He was going to quite enjoy this – ever so much.
He stopped just in front of a row of lockers. There was Rachel at her locker with Quinn, and Puckerman next to her. He lifted his chin up and started the chair forward once more. "Hello Rachel." He said with a smile.
Rachel licked her lips. "Hello Jesse." She felt Quinn and Noah move closer to her. She sighed as she managed to pull away from them, and went to sit in Jesse's lap. "I'm glad that you are here." She rested her head against his right shoulder.
"What the hell!" Puckerman growled out. "Rachel, get off of St. James's lap. Now."
Rachel looked at Noah, "No. Jesse is my boyfriend."
"No he's not!" Noah grounded out. He quickly moved forward and put his hands on the sides of the chair. "Get away from this bastard now." He glowed into her eyes. "Don't make me pull you up."
Rachel just wrapped her arms around Jesse's waist. Turning her head she met Jesse's lips with her own. She felt Jesse put pressure on her lips, and she knew that she had to make this look real. Otherwise there would be no way Noah and Quinn would buy it. She opened her mouth, and allowed Jesse's tongue to enter it.
Jesse couldn't help but push it to the edge of the line – he deepened the kiss. He felt Rachel shock; and he held his breath as he waited for her to explode and tell him the deal was off. But she just deepened the kiss herself. He had won.
They pulled away when oxygen became an issue. He lifted his uninjured hand, and gently stroked the hair from Rachel's left side of face. "I can get used to this." He breathed heavily as he got his breathing under control.
Rachel felt the burning eyes of Noah, and Quinn on her back, "I suggest you do." She replied coyly.
Quinn saw red. The moment that St. James had rolled his chair up to them – she had seen red. If she hadn't felt her daughter slight kick – then she would have thrown herself at Jesse; and beaten him to hell and back. But she couldn't risk her innocent baby that way. But, when Rachel slipped into Jesse's lap, and said that he was her boyfriend – her heart had broke. When Rachel had willing kissed him – then she simply died. She was the shell of the girl she was.
"Let me give you a lift to your next class." Jesse said resting his head against Rachel's left shoulder. "Do you have your things that you need?" He fully knew that her supplies were still in her locker.
"No." Rachel sighed. She knew that she had to stand up – and her legs would give her away. She took a deep breath and turned her head, and looked into the shocked eyes of Noah. She lifted her eyes to met – the dead eyes of Quinn.
Since you moved in, Quinn, I haven't done a two o'clock feeding since Rachel slept through the night." Kristopher grinned. "When S – well, when the woman whom carried Rachel for us was living with us, I used to wake up with her at two o'clock also. Giovanni always slept through the night."
Quinn frowned, "You can say Rachel's mother, Kristopher. After all Rachel does have a mother after all. I hate it that you refer to the woman whom carried and bore Rachel was the woman whom carried Rachel for you and Giovanni." Her fingers played with her plate. "The woman, whom you have yet to name, does have a solid place in Rachel's life and heart. As her mother. It's her rightful place."
Kristopher leaned forward and captured Quinn's chin in his hands, "You are absolutely right, Quinn. That was the first time I ever thought S - …" He paused as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Rachel's mother the way I vocalized it to you. I'm very thankful for the woman whom agreed to carry and give up her daughter so Giovanni and I could be fathers."
Quinn realized why Jesse St. James truly was at McKinley. It had nothing to do with his interest in Rachel. He had been sent by Rachel's mother. Quinn had a mother to chew out.
"Rachel needs her mother." Quinn quietly said. "You are right, Giovanni, sir, this subject would be best to be discussed when there is no time limit." She walked past Kristopher with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder. Stopping in front of Giovanni. "You know what you did as a young man was wrong, Giovanni, and I'm sure that if you had to do it over again – you would have done it differently. I'm not judging you. I'm just sad for you. For you, Kristopher, Rachel's mother and especially Rachel."
"... books for my next class." Quinn heard Rachel say. She shook herself out of her thoughts. "Rachel, you don't have to do this."
"Do what?" Rachel raised her right eye brow.
"You don't have to 'date' Jesse to prove a point. I promise you that I won't attack St. James with my words or my body. He's quite safe from me." Quinn put her hand on Puck's tight back, "Also from Puck."
"I'm not dating Jesse to protect him. I'm dating him because I have deep feelings for him." Rachel replied with a 100 watt smile.
Puck snorted.
"Stop lying Rachel." Quinn sighed.
Rachel turned a hard face up at Quinn. "Just deal with the fact that I have strong romantic feelings for Jesse St. James. Allow me to be happy."
"He won't make you happy." Quinn calmly said. "Finn makes you happy."
Jesse felt Rachel tense up. He rubbed a gentle hand up and down her spine. "I don't want Finn. I don't need Finn Hudson." He heard Rachel say.
Quinn blinked. Hard.
"Time to get to class Jesse." Rachel turned to him, and nodded her head. "Don't worry about my books, Noah will bring them along."
Jesse nodded, and pushed the joy stick sideways and wheeled them away. "Sorry about that kiss back there, Rachel, I know that was too much of a show for you taste." He looked bashful.
Rachel sighed. "I would be lying if I didn't say that I didn't enjoy it." She felt pink in her cheeks. "But, lets try to just keep the PDOA to just that okay. I know the typical high school couple does a lot more of that in public. But, I'm not ready for anything more than that."
"Of course." Jesse nodded. "You are a good actress Rachel Berry, I actually believed that you desired me."
"I'm after Broadway after all." Rachel brushed her hair back against her neck.
"Broadway will all be the better with you as it's scarlet." Jesse sincerely said. I bet you will even be better than Shelby. After all nothing will stand in your way of your dream of stardom. You won't quite no matter what. His plans for the small Diva turned dark in that moment. Sorry Shelby. But, I have to disappoint you. I have to bring your precious baby girl down. I can't allow her to reach her dream. No way will I allow a loser to get everything they want – and be better off than me.
Rachel breathed in relief as they reached the class room. When Jesse's chair stopped, she got off, and opened the door for him. He looked up at her in question. "Sorry I need to stretch my legs." She lied. He just shrugged and wheeled into the classroom. Rachel followed him.
END CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Author's Note: I'm so sorry for such a long wait for this chapter. A year and four months is much too long for writers block. All I can say is that Jesse St. James is such a bastard. He refused to allow him to get passed the first part of this chapter. I hate him even more just for this reason.
I was planning on making this chapter the shortest chapter of the story – but when my muse finally came back from wherever bastard St. Spawn sent her – she had much to say. (As I say each of these chapters are going to be long – due to the fact that I have much too say in this story – and I don't want to drag the chapters out; just t o say want I want too say).
I'm actually pleased how this chapter turned out. I have a way to getting rid of St. Spawn that MUCH sooner than I originally had planned on,. At least get rid of the 'act' that Jesse is putting on will be over in the next chapter or two. Then evil Jesse will show is face.
Plus until very recently (2nd of October of 2012) I couldn't even access this account. FFN eared this account form it's memory bank – and I had to try many emails & passwords to get this account back into the memory bank.
But, I'm back – and by far not abandoning this story. I just want to thank everyone for sticking with me through this long silence period.