Clutching her backpack over one of her shoulders, Rachel pushed the front door to McKinley High School open and stepped inside with her head held high. As she walked down the hall, she noticed a few people giving her glances and whispered to their friends next to them. It didn't take a genius to know that they were all talking about the fact that she had been the one to almost drive her car off of the bridge. It was her first day back to school since the incident happened early the week before. The sound of the whispers was enough to make Rachel nervous, but she wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing her look as nervous and fragile as she was inside. Show face in place, she walked on past them and over to her locker to grab her books.

She tried to keep her mind clear of all the memories that she had left from the last time she was at school. She couldn't help but nervously look over her shoulder every now and then to make sure that Azimio wasn't anywhere near her. Just before she had snapped completely that day, he had pushed her into the closet and molested her. It wasn't something she would be very quick to forget. Her romantic weekend with Jesse in New York City had helped her forget all about those things, but being back at school made it all resurface.

Pulling her locker open, she ducked her head inside for a moment to close her eyes and take a breath. All of a sudden someone leaned against the locker next to hers and nudged her back to reality.

"For a girl who just got back from the city of her dreams, you sure don't look so good," said Quinn with her arms crossed.

Rachel flinched at Quinn's sudden appearance and gave her a weak smile.

"I'm just tired," she lied, turning back into her locker to grab a notebook.

Quinn looked her up and down and raised an eyebrow. Before she could say anything, someone passing by with a group of their friends audibly whispered "Yeah, that's her. The one who tried to kill herself."

Rachel buried her face in her locker again and Quinn immediately stormed over to the girl and gave her a threatening glare.

"Shut up," she said angrily. "Cut the childish gossip and go make yourself useful and get out of here."

The girl rolled her eyes and looked over to Rachel who was trying not to tremble from the embarrassment she was feeling.

"She's crazy and deserves to be put in a mental institution after what she did."

"It was an accident," Quinn snapped back.

"Right."

Quinn stepped forward to go off on the gossiper and she didn't back down. Rachel turned around to say something, but someone had quickly walked in front of her to block her view of the situation.

"What's going on?" asked Santana with her hands on her hips in front of Rachel. "Is someone messing with you, Berry?"

Rachel looked up at Santana in slight shock. She still hadn't gotten used to the fact that Santana was on her side ever since her accident at the bridge. Despite the fact that she still had to adjust to it, she welcomed it.

"Quinn's about to… as you would say 'Go all Lima Heights' on her for basically saying I'm a crazy person who tried to kill myself," she explained, turning to shut her locker for a second before turning back.

"Aww hell no. Step aside, Q. I got this," said Santana as she cracked her knuckles and stepped in front of Quinn.

"You think Berry is crazy? Well say hello to your worst nightmare. Soy loca," she said menacingly. "Berry, come here."

Rachel raised her eyebrows curiously and stepped over next to Santana to see what she wanted. Santana put her hand on her shoulder protectively as she glared at the gossiping girl and her friends.

"Sure, she may have an unnatural obsession with animal sweaters and headbands, but she's still our Berry and like hell will I allow anyone say shit about her."

"Neither will I," said Quinn, glaring at the girls with her arms crossed on the other side of Rachel.

"Or me," said Kurt, walking up to join them after he realized what was going on.

"Me too," said Blaine, glancing over at Rachel with a small smile.

Soon enough an entire crowd formed in the hallway formed of most of the members of New Directions all standing around Rachel supportively. They were all there except for Finn, but Rachel didn't even bother to notice or care. Looking around at the group that had all shown up to protect her, Rachel felt her eyes sting with the early sign of tears. The group had so much trouble in the past with her and she used to feel as though none of them ever really cared or appreciated her. While part of her felt bad that their change of behavior was more than likely a result of her accident at the bridge, she didn't really care so much because she had her team sticking up for her. It was rare that she was defended by many people in New Directions and to have most of them do just that meant the world to her.

"So as you can see, if you mess with Berry, you mess with all of us," said Santana with her head held high before turning around to the bystanders in the hallway who had gathered nearby in the hopes that a fight would break out. "And that goes for all of you! The shit ends here!"

The girl that caused this whole thing to happen glanced around at the entire Glee Club that had formed around Rachel and knew she was too outnumbered to bother continuing the argument. Rolling her eyes she muttered "Whatever," under her breath and stepped away to go off to her class.

"Next time anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, let me know. I need a reason to go all psycho," said Santana with her hands on her hips.

Rachel looked around at the entire group that had joined forces to actually defend her instead of ignoring her or being the ones to hurl the insults and it made her a little emotional.

"You guys…" she began, trying not to sniffle too much.

"Don't ruin the moment, Berry. Just savor the victory," said Santana, clapping her hand on Rachel's shoulder before walking away.

Despite Santana's words, Rachel still looked over at the rest of her team appreciatively.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"We've got your back," said Sam before he pulled Rachel into a giant bear hug and lifted her off her feet.

The group shuffled down the hall to walk Rachel to their next class while Finn Hudson stood by his locker a few feet away after just having witnessed the entire thing. Shutting his locker, his eyes connected with Quinn's for a moment before they both turned to go in opposite directions. She gave him a stern look before turning back to face Rachel. He sighed and ran his hand through his already messy hair as he tried to work out his confused thoughts on the way to his first class.

Rachel sat in Chemistry class sitting up straight and taking an insane amount of notes like she usually did. She was in the zone and was determined to bring all her grades up so that she could both prove it to her dads that she could as well as get her grades high enough to get her into college in New York. In the midst of copying a definition, she felt Kurt poke her side from where he sat next to her. Glancing over at him with furrowed eyebrows, she saw him slide over a note. Shooting him a stern glare, she tried to ignore it and get back to her work but the curiosity got the better of her and she grabbed the note to open it under the desk. Her eyes quickly scanned the paper to read the message.

Don't think you're going to get away with not telling us all about the details in New York. I want to know everything.

Rachel looked over at him and sighed as he smiled and shrugged. Shaking her head, she grabbed her fuzzy pink pen to jot down a quick.

Meet me outside on the steps during lunch. But just so you know, it was absolutely magical.

She underlined the word 'magical' three times for extra emphasis before neatly folding the note up again and sliding it back over to him, making sure not to get caught by the teacher as she did. After he read it, they both shared a brief smile before returning to their school work.

There weren't very many people eating in the usual outside hangout area of the school because of the cold February weather. Holding onto her bag of lunch that she had prepared at home, she walked outside to find that Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn were already there waiting for her.

"What do you want to know?" Rachel asked, sitting down with them at one of the empty tables.

"Everything," said Blaine as he picked at his lunch.

"It was incredible. We went to see Wicked—"

"Jealous," muttered Kurt under his breath.

"…and there was this theatre festival where a bunch of students entered this contest and Jesse entered us. At first I was incredibly reluctant, but now I'm glad he did because I won," she said with a proud grin.

"That's awesome, Rach," said Blaine.

"Where did you stay?" asked Quinn with a raised eyebrow.

Rachel's cheeks turned slightly pink and she bit her lip.

"We stayed at his aunt and uncle's apartment in the city. It was really nice."

"You shared a bed, I assume?" she asked with a smirk.

Rachel could tell that her question wasn't simply asking if they had shared a bed. She hadn't told anyone yet about the fact that she and Jesse had been intimate, but if there was anyone she trusted with this information, it was the group of friends around her.

"Honestly? Yes, and it was the most amazing, romantic, and absolutely erotic experience—"

"Rachel, please," Kurt cut in, cringing at her with eyes wide with horror.

"TMI…" whispered Quinn.

Giggling softly, Rachel shrugged and grabbed a baby carrot from her lunch to snack on. She wasn't all that embarrassed about discussing it with them and she was proud that she made love to Jesse, in fact.

"Well how were your Valentine's Day, then?" she asked, smiling up at them.

"BERRY!"

The four friends all jumped in their seats at the sound of Dave Karofsky shouting Rachel's name across the court yard. He stormed over to their table with clenched fists and completely ignored the fact that the rest of her friends were there with him when he confronted her.

"Can I help you?" she asked, putting her carrot down.

"Because of you, Azimio got expelled!" he growled, pointing a finger in her face.

Rachel clenched her jaw and stood up to face him. She was still incredibly short next to him, but she stood her ground nonetheless.

"So the fact that he backed me into a supply closet and touched me inappropriately without my consent makes his expulsion my fault?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "He's lucky I don't press charges!"

"I don't care what happened. All I know is my best friend isn't here anymore now," he replied stepping closer to her.

"So what are you going to do? Hit me?" she asked, staring up at him with a glare.

"I'm about to make your life a living hell, Berry."

"Oh really?" said Kurt as he stood to his feet.

It was then that Dave turned and noticed that Rachel wasn't alone. His raging anger before had made him only notice Rachel. Seeing Kurt, though, brought his toughness down a few levels.

"What do you want, Hummel?" he asked, turning to face him.

"I don't think it would be in your best interest to do anything to Rachel if you know what's good for you," he said, walking over to Rachel's side and putting his arm around her.

"Are you actually threatening me?" he snapped.

"You could call it that," he replied calmly.

Rachel glanced up to Kurt with slight confusion and concern. She appreciated him sticking up for her, but she didn't understand what made Kurt so extra confident right now. It was as though he had some information on Dave that he knew he didn't want to get out.

Kurt's eyes narrowed at Dave as though daring him to try something. Dave seemed to be working something out in his mind as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

Blaine stood up nervously and glanced between Kurt and Dave as though calculating whether or not he should step in or let Kurt continue to handle it on his own.

"I could cream you so easily if I wanted to, you know," he said, still trying to seem tough.

"But you don't want to," Kurt replied with a knowing look. "Besides, you can throw all the threats you want at me, but I'm not running. Not this time. Not ever again."

Dave clenched his jaw and raised his fist but simply brought it down on the table in frustration.

"We're not done here," he growled before turning to storm off back into the school.

Kurt straightened his jacket collar and turned back to his friends who were all staring at him with both shock and approval.

"What was that all about?" asked Quinn as Kurt sat back down.

"He could have hit you, you know," said Blaine with concern as he placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"He wouldn't have," he said confidently before returning to his lunch.

"You have something on him, don't you?" Rachel asked with a suspicious eyebrow raised. "Something big."

Kurt was silent for a moment before he set down his fork and looked at the rest of the group.

"Yes, I do," he said, looking around to make sure that there was nobody in the area to overhear.

He and Blaine shared a look and that told Rachel and Quinn that he already knew what it was. Rachel poked Kurt and gave him a look to encourage him to spill. Sighing, he nodded and motioned for them to lean in closer.

"Before I transferred to Dalton, David kissed me. Turns out that's why he had so much aggression towards me," he confessed, looking down and shaking his head.

"You're kidding!" gasped Rachel with her jaw dropped wide open.

"He's not," muttered Blaine quietly.

"I trust you'll keep this a secret. It really wasn't my place to tell you, but you are my best friends and I trust you enough with this information."

Rachel and Quinn both nodded and shared glances.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," said Rachel. "That was your first kiss, wasn't it?"

"Sadly," he muttered with a frown.

"But there will be many more," said Blaine, placing his hand on his shoulder and making Kurt blush slightly.

"The good thing is, I don't think we'll be having to deal with very many issues from him anymore. He's too afraid of his secret getting out," he said with a weak smile. "We'll be safe."

After school that day, Rachel quickly grabbed everything she needed for her homework from her locker and said a quick goodbye to her friends before nearly sprinting out of the school and into the parking lot. She was running so fast that she nearly fell on the ice on the ground, but managed to gracefully save herself from it. Straightening her hat, she slowed her pace down to a jog when she spotted Jesse standing in front of his SUV at the end of the lot. Smiling, she jogged over to into his arms and clung to him for a moment.

"I missed you," she murmured, reaching up on her toes to plant a kiss on his lips.

"Missed you, too," he murmured with a frown.

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed slightly at his tone and sad expression. Sensing something was wrong, she reached up to stroke his cheek and tilted her head curiously.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a look of concern.

He quickly shook his head and put on a fake smile before pulling away to get in the car.

"I'm fine," he lied.

Frowning slightly, Rachel climbed into the passenger's seat and put her seat belt on.

"I know when you're wearing your show face, Jesse," Rachel murmured, reaching out to touch his arm as he started the car.

There was a pause between the two of them as Jesse contemplated what to say. She saw him bite his lip for a moment before continuing to pull the car out of the parking lot and drive off in the direction of her house.

"It's really not a big deal," he muttered before she could say anything to try and get him to talk about it again.

"If it's not a big deal, then why won't you talk to me about it?" she asked, feeling slightly frustrated that he was keeping something that bothered him from her. "I'm your girlfriend and you're supposed to talk about things that bother you with me. You can't just hide them."

"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?" he snapped, slamming his foot on the breaks at the red light.

Rachel grabbed onto her seatbelt as she jerked forward from the sudden stop.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, shifting in her seat so she faced the window. "I won't pry anymore."

Jesse glanced over at her guiltily and reached out for her hand. She considered pulling away for a moment, but she instead chose to gently squeeze it.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm just frustrated and I didn't want to bother you with my issues. Can we talk about it when we get to your place?"

She shifted back in her seat so she was facing him again and nodded. The rest of the drive back to her house was in silence, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. All she could think about was what he was going to tell her. She started imagining the worst case scenarios to prepare herself for whatever was coming. Was he breaking up with her for whatever reason? She shook her head and tried to dismiss the thought. They had just spent a romantic weekend in New York City. He wouldn't back out now after that. Still, she couldn't help but feel a pang of worry as she thought about it more.

"I love you, Jesse," she whispered, looking over at him to gauge his reaction.

He looked over at her curiously, as though trying to figure out why she was saying it right now, but he couldn't quite figure it out.

"Love you, too," he murmured back, squeezing her hand again.

She nodded and exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. Whatever it was could really not be that bad if he still loved her. Before she could continue to torture herself with it anymore, though, he had pulled into her driveway and stopped the car. She stepped out and grabbed her backpack before shutting the door and walking with Jesse up to the front door.

After unlocking the door, she dropped her bag down by the door and walked straight upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't bother calling out a greeting to her fathers because she knew that they were likely still out at work at this time.

Pushing her bedroom door open, she kicked her flats off and climbed into her bed, patting the spot next to her for Jesse to join her. Once he did, she snuggled in his arms and waited for him to open up and tell her what was bothering him so much. After a few moments of shared silence, he opened his mouth to speak.

"I went down to Lima Community College today," he said quietly as he ran his fingers through her hair lazily.

"Really?" she murmured, looking up at him with her chin against his chest.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Took in my transcripts and submitted an application in person. They accepted me right then and there."

"That's great, Jesse!" she smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. "I'm so proud of you."

Jesse only kissed her back halfheartedly before pulling away and sitting up. Rachel sat up with him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"So what's the matter, then?" she asked curiously.

He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair before looking at her sadly. He truly looked as though he was in a deep funk.

"I just hate that I have to stoop so low as to go to this crap school when I'm so much bigger than that," he muttered. "It's just so depressing. This is a place that maybe Finn would go to. Not me."

Rachel frowned and swatted his arm.

"There's nothing wrong with Community College, Jesse," Rachel muttered. "It may be cheaper and different from UCLA, but it's still an education. "

"There isn't even any theatre there, Rach. It's going to be hell."

"Jess…" Rachel murmured, moving into his lap and grabbing his face between both of her hands. "I know you're bigger than this school. You're bigger than this town. Both of us are. However, just like I need to get through McKinley to get to where I need to be, you need to get through Lima CC. It doesn't make you any less of the amazing guy that you are. You're still incredibly talented and you will make it on Broadway someday. I know it."

Jesse looked into her eyes and nodded silently.

"It'll all be worth it when we're both in New York. Whenever it makes you feel terrible, think about that. It's what I do," she added with a weak smile.

His lips curled into a slight smile before he closed the gap between their lips in a grateful kiss. Still touching his cheeks, she caressed them and smiled against his lips. It felt great to be the one helping Jesse for a change. While she loved and appreciated him for all that he had done to help her, she still wanted to be able to return the favor in any way that she could. It also made her feel like she was doing a good job as a girlfriend and that made her even happier.

"How do you always know the right things to say?" he asked as he leaned in to brush his lips against her jaw.

"I learned from the best," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to lay on the bed with her.

The following day, Rachel had her first rehearsal with New Directions since rejoining the group. She stood in front of the piano and beamed at her teammates as she recounted the story of her performance in New York City.

"So as you can all see, I'm doing much better now. So you needn't worry because I am ready to help lead you all to victory at Regionals," she said confidently.

"Okay Berry, I know I said I'll get along with you now and we're all glad to have you back, but this isn't going to be The Rachel Berry Show," said Santana with her eyebrows raised.

"Of course not," Rachel murmured with a weak smile. "I was simply saying that as Captain—"

"Co-Captain," Finn corrected her with his arms crossed.

"As co-captain," she said, glancing over at Finn. "I'm ready to do my job and get us that trophy. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Good. Because I've been working on a solo while you've been gone and I think it'll guarantee our win," said Mercedes, standing up and walking up to the center of the room.

"Oh, but Mercedes, I was planning on singing a song. You know, to commemorate my re-joining the team."

"Rachel, let's just see what she's got," said Mister Schuester from his seat.

"Of course," she murmured, nodding and going to sit down in the only seat available that was next to Finn.

She wasn't about to storm out like she might have before because she didn't want any more drama with the team right now after they had all had her back in the hallway the day before. She grabbed her cell phone and checked to see if she had any messages to distract her from the slight frustration she was feeling, but there weren't any.

"Hey Rach," Finn whispered.

She turned her head and saw that he had leaned in close to speak to her so that his lips were very close to her ear.

"Meet with me after practice. I want to talk to you about something."

She glanced at him with a suspiciously raised eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Meet me by my truck and I'll give you a ride home."

"I can't. Jesse's going to pick me up," she whispered with a shake of her head.

"Just five minutes, then. Please?"

She turned to look at him and saw a pained look in his eyes. Sighing, she nodded and figured she could give him a few minutes after rehearsal to hear what he had to say.

With Mercedes' singing and Finn's whispering in her ear, Rachel failed to notice that Jesse had arrived early and was standing just outside the choir room. He figured he'd listen on the song Rachel told him she'd be singing for them and was surprised when he saw her sit down. He was even more surprised when he saw her sit next to Finn. That surprise turned into rage when he saw Finn leaning in to whisper in her ear. He knew that he was probably getting jealous over nothing, and he trusted Rachel. But he didn't trust Finn and he knew that he had to be cautious with him now.

Stepping away from the door, he glanced at them one more time and sighed before making his way back to his SUV to wait for her to get out for the day.

After Mister Schuester had dismissed the group, Rachel commended Mercedes on a job well done and walked over to her locker to grab her things. Finn followed after her and walked her to the parking lot so they could talk as they walked.

"Okay, say what you have to say," she said as she glanced around to see if Jesse was anywhere nearby.

"You shouldn't have let Mercedes walk over you like that," he said. "That was your moment and you should have sung your song."

Rachel crossed her arms and glared at him suspiciously.

"Then why didn't you speak up in the choir room when this happened? Why do you always defend me when nobody is around?" she asked.

"Look Rachel, I'm trying. I screwed up and I lost you so I'm just trying to make things right and help," he said, looking down and running his hand through his already messy hair.

"Really?" she murmured, looking up at him tentatively.

He nodded and took a step closer to her.

"I think that as co-captains we should get together and like… plan a few things out, you know? That way we can come up with ideas for Regionals and stuff," he shrugged.

She bit her lip and thought it out for a moment as she tried to work it out in her mind. There didn't seem to be very much of a harm in brainstorming ideas for the competitions. They were co-captains, after all, and they had to get along. She was secure enough in her feelings for Jesse to not feel any sort of temptation with Finn. So she nodded and smiled up at him.

"Great. I can come to your house, if you want."

Rachel bit her lip and thought it over. The idea of being alone with Finn in her house made her a little uncomfortable.

"How about we meet at The Lima Bean instead?" she asked quietly.

"I can do that," he said with a nod.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Rach," said Finn.

Before she could turn to leave, he caught her off guard and pulled her into a hug. She froze for a moment before reaching up to wrap her arms around him and hug him back briefly. Pulling away, she smiled politely and waved him goodbye before setting off for the usual spot where Jesse waited for her after school to pick her up. Looking over at it, she saw him standing against his car with an unreadable expression. She didn't need him to say anything to know that he had just witnessed the conversation between her and Finn. She tried to see if he looked angry or not, but he had kept his expression so neutral that it was killing her.

"Hey, Jesse," she murmured when she was within hearing distance.

She reached up to peck his lips briefly and waited for him to say something. He simply stared past her at Finn to watch as he climbed in his car. Rachel glanced back to see where he was looking and sighed.

"It's not what it looks like, Jesse," she murmured. "We were just—"

"Really, because when people usually say 'Its not what it looks like, it tends to be exactly what it looks like," he said with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked, placing her hands at her hips.

"I'm saying that he's trying something, Rachel. It's obvious," he muttered with a sigh.

Rachel looked down and shook her head.

"Even if he is, nothing is going to happen, Jesse. I'm yours, remember?" she asked, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Her touch seemed to calm him slightly and he nodded.

"I just wouldn't put it past him to try," he confessed. "And I don't want to lose you. I couldn't bare it."

He looked down at her with such vulnerability in his eyes and she could see the insecurity he held inside shining through. He wasn't the type to let it something like that come out, so she knew this had to be something big.

"I'm not going anywhere," she assured him.

He nodded and pulled the passenger's door open so she could get inside. Once they were both in and he began to drive, she reached out for his hand and stroked it.

"What did he want, anyway?" he asked while keeping his eyes on the road.

"He wanted to get together and work on some ideas for the team," she replied with a shrug.

"Bullshit," Jesse muttered under his breath.

"I said yes," she murmured.

Jesse quickly glanced over at her with a raised eyebrow before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Oh?"

"Yes. He wanted to meet up at my house—"

"No way," Jesse cut her off immediately.

"I know. That's why I told him it would be best if we met some place in public. Like the Lima Bean," she said, shooting him a slightly annoyed look.

He sighed and nodded.

"Trust me, Jesse," she murmured, squeezing his hand.

"Just… don't meet up with him," he said, glancing over at her as he pulled into her street.

"I can't just stay away from Finn, Jesse," Rachel muttered in slight annoyance.

"Why not?"

"We're co-captains! We have to work together to lead the team whether we like it or not. You're going to have to understand that!" she said loudly as she lost her patience with him. "Listen, Jesse, I can handle this. I promise you don't have anything to worry about."

He stopped the car in her driveway and looked down.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, turning to look at her with apologetic eyes. "I just get jealous and—"

"It's okay, I understand," she replied, stroking his cheek reassuringly. "Come inside?"

"I can't," he muttered, shaking his head. "I told Claire I'd help her move some furniture. But I'll come back and bring some dinner later. How does that sound?"

She smiled and nodded before pecking his lips lightly.

"That'll be lovely. I'll see you later."

He watched as she climbed out of the car and walk up the path to her house.

"Rachel!" he called, poking his head out the window.

When she turned back to look at him, he smiled weakly.

"I trust you. If you want to meet up with him, then do it," he said.

She smiled and looked down, murmuring a word of thanks before waving him goodbye and entering her home.

An hour later, Rachel was sitting at her desk doing her home work with the sound of one of her many Broadway playlists floating around her room from her iPod dock. She snacked on a few vegan cookies as she tried to work out a complex math problem. She wanted to have her homework done by the time Jesse showed up later on so they could have a happy dinner together with nothing to worry about.

She smiled to herself as she checked her math problem to find that it was correct. She was getting back on track these days and it was starting to reflect in her grades. She couldn't wait to show her fathers her next report card as proof of this. Just as she was about to start the next math problem, she heard a knock at her door. Glancing at the time on her cat clock on her desk, she knew that it was much too early for Jesse to be coming over. Figuring it was the mail man delivering a package, she grabbed her sweater and walked down stairs to get the door.

"Coming!" she called as she skipped down the steps.

She pushed the curtain to her front door window aside and frowned when she saw Finn Hudson standing there. Biting her lip, she pulled the door open and stepped outside with him. She clutched at her sweater and rubbed her arms to try and generate some sort of warmth in the cold February air.

"What's up?" she asked, looking around nervously.

Her eyes darted down to his hands. He was holding a dozen roses in one of his hands.

"Finn, I think it would be best if you leave," she said quickly, trying to turn to head back inside.

"No, Rachel, hear me out," he said quickly, grabbing her arm so she couldn't leave.

"Really, I can't. I'm with Jesse now and you're just going to have to-"

"Rachel, I love you. I was stupid to let you go and pick Santana. Deep down I know you still love me, too. You belong with me, not Jesse. He'll never care about you like I do," he said, shoving the roses into her hands.

Rachel shook her head and opened her mouth to inform him just how wrong he was, but Finn had grabbed her and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Before she could pull away, he pushed her up against the door and kissed her even harder.

"Rachel…"

Rachel pulled away from Finn in horror and looked over to the driveway where Jesse stood clutching a bag of take out in front of his Range Rover with his mouth slightly ajar. Both of their wide eyes connected and he dropped the bag of food to the floor at the same exact time her hands released their grip on the roses Finn had given her just moments before. All that could be heard was the sound of them crashing to the floor coupled with their uneven breaths as they stared at each other in absolute horror.