Title: One Hand, One Heart

Rating: T

Warning- indirect mention of rape.

Summary: Rachel Berry never saw it coming. But then it happened. Now, alone and frightened she tries to continue with normal life. Then she meets a certain, curly haired boy. And everything changes.

Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Glee, if I did Jesse would still be there and St. Berry would be alive and kicking. But he isn't. From this we can conclude that I don't own Glee.

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Giselle's illusive phone calls and texts suddenly stopped. Although he was relieved at first, after a day or so of silence Jesse began to feel a little uncomfortable. Something wasn't right. Giselle had to be up to something. All he could do was wait and find out what it was.

It was Thursday and Jesse was sat in the choir room with the rest of New Directions. Mr Schuster had just left to take a phone call, which was usually a cue for the members of New Directions to fall into mindless chatter that Rachel always tried to suppress, saying that they should use every possible moment to rehearse.

At that very moment, however, Rachel was involved in a heated argument with Santana across the piano and he wasn't about to get involved, knowing perfectly well that Rachel was able to hold her ground alone. Turning to talk to Puck, Jesse was surprised at the unusually hush that had fallen. Mercedes, Tina and Artie were sat, talking in low voices and glancing towards him every so often. Kurt and Quinn were talking in low, worried tones and everyone else, with the exception of Rachel and Santana, were sat in an unusual tension.

Frowning, Jesse turned to ask Puck what was going on, but was cut off by Santana's shout.

"Oh my God, Berry will you just shut up? You don't know anything!"

Rachel bristled. "I'll have you know that I do!"

"You obviously don't! Everyone else knows what's going on, everyone but you. St James is playing you! He only came here on Coach Corcoran, the coach of Vocal Adrenaline's, orders so that he could spy on you. Corcoran sent him over here to trick you and, by the way, she's your mother, but St James knew about that the whole time and he's just been leading you on so that he can crush the competition!"

A deathly silence fell through the room, and Santana, breathing heavily, glanced around for support.

"I don't believe you…" Rachel said, finally, her voice low and fearful.

"Everyone knows, don't we?" Santana motioned to the rest of the glee club, who nodded slowly.

"It's true Rachel," Artie's voice was low from his position at the side of the room.

"Everyone knows." Tina glanced back at Mercedes and Jesse realised that this is what the three had been talking about.

"We all got the same text." Mike put in, offering his phone to Rachel, who shook her head, ignoring the device and taking another faltering step back.

Her gaze fell on Jesse, who shook his head, standing up and moving towards her.

"Rachel…"

"He's playing you." Finn cut through Jesse and, emitting a choked sob, Rachel turned on her heel and hurried from the room, slamming the door behind her.

Jesse scowled at the members of New Directions and spat a quick. "It's not true!" Before following Rachel outside.

"Rachel." He reached for her, moving towards where she was stood by the lockers.

"What's going on?" Rachel demanded, her voice breaking over the words. "What are they talking about Jesse? Is it true?"

"Of course not!" He took another step forwards.

"Well then how do they all know?" Rachel's voice rose so that she was shouting, her singer's lungs making the words echo through the corridor.

"I don't know!" Against his will, his voice rose too, so that he was shouting at her. "All I know is that it isn't true!"

"Then where have they all got that idea from Jesse? It has to be true if they all know!" She stamped her foot in frustration and at any other time Jesse would have found it adorable, but now it was anything but. "Tell me the truth." Her voice dropped, but it was even angrier in a low tone and Jesse almost cringed at the rage he could hear.

"Okay," Jesse held out his hands in a peaceful motion, trying to calm her. "Coach Corcoran didn't tell me to come. I came of my own accord when I knew that you were pregnant."

Rachel seemed to relax a little, but she crossed her arms defensively and asked. "Are you spying for her?"

"No," Jesse shook his head passionately. "No! She asked me to, she came to me after I'd been here a few minutes and said that she wanted me to go back to Vocal Adrenaline, but I wouldn't leave." He eyed her cautiously for a second and then said, slowly. "She wants us both on Vocal Adrenaline. She knows that together we would be unstoppable. I told her no but she kept pressuring us… pressuring you, although you didn't know it."

Understanding clouded Rachel's face and she nodded slowly. "When we saw her in the restaurant… that's why you were so angry."

"I was so worried about what she'd do. I didn't want you to feel like you had to leave New Directions. And then… then I found out."

"Found out what?"

"That she's your mother."

Her jaw dropped and she demanded, "you knew? You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't know what to do. I figured it was your decision. We met up a few times and… even when you expressed a desire to meet your mother… I didn't know what to do Rachel! Your fathers obviously didn't want you to know and I didn't want to go against them. I was worried about what Shelby would do!"

"I needed my mother then." There were tears gathering in her eyes again and he longed to reach for her and comfort her. "You knew how much I needed a mother then… and you didn't tell me! What if I'd never found that file? Would you still know now and I'd still be in the dark? That my mother and my boyfriend were in cahoots and I didn't even know one of them!"

"I thought I was doing what was best for you!" Jesse cried, anger bubbling through him. "I was trying to protect you!"

"You didn't tell me!" She screamed and Jesse flinched as her voice ripped through the octaves. "You didn't tell me that you knew who my mother was! I wouldn't know now if you'd had it your way! I'd be alone!"

"And you would never have gone to New York!" He exploded, striding forward until she was pressed into the bank of lockers behind her. "She would never have upset you and you would never have been hit by that cab!"

"Don't you dare blame that on my mother!" She shouted, her fists clenching. "That was not her fault!"

"It's my fault then is it?" He scowled. "My fault, of course, I should have known."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She demanded, stepping forward.

"It's always my fault isn't it? It's always my fault because I'm with Krissy, my sister!"

"I have nothing against you going out with Krissy!" She cried and for a moment she was so livid he thought she was going to hit him. "I have only supported you."

"But every time something happens when I'm gone it's my fault because I'm not there for you! You could go to your mother Rachel!"

"You mean the one that you didn't want me to meet? I encourage you to meet your sister Jesse, but when it comes to my mother, you do everything in your power to keep me away from her!"

"You mean the mother you haven't talked to since you went to New York?" She seemed almost stunned by his words and he sighed, his anger suddenly crumbling as he saw the hurt on her face. "I'm sorry for trying to protect you Rachel. You know I didn't mean to hurt you…"

"I don't know anything any more." Her reply was soft and he looked at her, shocked. "I don't know you… I don't know who I can trust…"

"Rachel, please…" He reached for her again, but she pushed his hand away.

"No… I have to go and… figure things out… just… don't come near me Jesse. Not until I know I can trust you again."

"I always thought you'd trust me." He said finally, a strange sort of resignation flowing through him. "I can't believe you'd just let your faith in me shatter like that… I thought that what we had meant more than that."

"So did I." She whispered and turned away, leaving him alone in the corridor.

Leaning back, he let his head fall back against the lockers painfully and hastily brushed away a lingering tear. After a long moment of thoughtless silence, he went into the choir room, where the members of New Directions were gathered in the centre of the room, watching him.

"I hope you had a good show." He spat, reaching for his coat and throwing it on. "I'm sure you heard everything, so you should know that you were all completely wrong."

"Jesse…" Kurt stepped forward and reached of him, his expression full of concern. "Please..."

"No." Jesse cut through him and shook his head. "No Kurt."

"How could you do that to Rachel?" Finn demanded and suddenly, Jesse felt his precious patience snap.

"Shut up you beanstalk." Jesse took a menacing step forward and felt a sick satisfaction when the taller boy flinched away. "You were obviously not listening, but I'm sure some of your less ignorant peers will be happy to inform of everything they just eavesdropped on. To give you the basic run down, I did absolutely nothing to Rachel, other than try to protect her, but you and your idiotic friends made that a pretty fruitless task didn't you?"

Turning on his heel, he executed a picture perfect storm out before any more tears could fall.

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Leroy Berry could tell something was wrong. He was on one of his rare afternoons off and, as Hiram had pointed out several times, should be relaxing with a good book or some mindless TV, but instead he was sat in the kitchen, watching his husband cook and restlessly reading the newspaper.

"What's wrong with you?" Hiram frowned as he passed him, concerned and began chopping some mushrooms.

"What do you mean?" Leroy asked, absently.

"You're tense," Hiram replied, fetching an onion and taking the opportunity to run a gentle hand over his shoulders.

"I'm not." Leroy lied, shrugging uncomfortably.

"You are," Hiram argued, peeling the onion. "You know it and I know it."

"I've got a bad feeling." Leroy confessed, finally and Hiram raised an eyebrow at him.

"A bad feeling?" He repeated, sceptically. "About what exactly?"

"I don't know… but something's wrong."

"You're so superstitious," Hiram laughed and Leroy rolled his eyes.

"It was one time okay? I don't like walking under ladders is all… Someone could fall on you!"

"Did a black cat cross your path today?" Hiram joked, teasing him lightly.

"Oh shut up…" They were cut off by the sound of the door slamming and, glancing at each other, Leroy watched as Hiram's expression twisted with concern, a mirror of what he expected his looked like.

"Rachel? Honey?" Hiram called out tentatively.

Rachel's weeping form appeared in the doorway, cracked sobs coming from her and almost immediately she was within Leroy's arms and Leroy was holding her close, cradling her in his arms and rocking her back and forth, exchanging worried glances with Hiram over the top of her head.

"Sweetie," Leroy sat back down, bringing her onto his lap like he did when she was young and passed her a tissue, which she took gratefully. After a few minutes, the trembling, sobbing girl in his arms seemed to gain a little control and sniffed, wiping at her eyes.

"Rachel? Are you okay honey? Are you hurt?" Hiram leant forward and stroked her hair gently.

Rachel managed to shake her head, still sobbing and Leroy heard Hiram's exhalation of relief.

"What's happened Rachel? Can you tell us?" Leroy asked, softly.

"Jesse…" The girl choked out from between sobs.

"What about Jesse? Is he hurt?" Leroy prompted, gently.

"He lied to me…" She cried, her tear slowing.

"Lied to you?" Hiram frowned, unsurely.

"He knew!"

"Knew what hon?" Leroy stroked her back gently, hoping to encourage her.

"Knew about Shelby!" Rachel replied.

Both parents stiffened at the mention of Rachel's surrogate mother. After the fiasco referred to as New York both men were still angry with Shelby.

"What did Jesse know?"

"That Shelby was my mother! He knew all the time and he never told me, even when I told him that I wanted-" She cut herself off suddenly, glancing at them with her trademark guilty expression.

"What did you want poppet?" Leroy asked and Hiram added, gently.

"You can tell us anything honey, we won't be mad."

Rachel eyed them, her expression filled with worry as she replied, ever so slowly. "I… I wanted to meet my mom. It wasn't that I didn't want you," She hastened to add, reaching for Leroy in her concern and holding him tightly. "I did… I do. I just felt like having a woman around to talk to about… things…would be easier. Turns out it wasn't."

"And how does Jesse fit in with this?" Leroy asked.

"He knew!" Rachel's voice rose passionately again. "He knew that Shelby was my mother. She'd told him and she'd wanted to meet me and he didn't tell me because he's selfish and he lied to me! I can't trust him now, not after that and everything he said to me in the corridor. I don't know who he is."

"Rachel, what exactly is it that Jesse's done that's made you feel… like this?"

"He lied to me. Everything was a lie." She told him, dramatically and Hiram and Leroy exchanged a knowing glance.

"Sweetie," Leroy started, shifting a little. "I know it may feel like Jesse has betrayed you but… when you're a lawyer you get a sense from people, about whether they're good or bad, whether they're lying or telling the truth. It's important and good lawyers always have a good sense of truth."

"Yours must be great daddy, you're a wonderful lawyer," Rachel told him, automatically.

"I like to think it's quite good." Leroy shrugged, modestly and then fixed her with a stern look. "And I must say Rachel, I don't think Jesse is a bad person. His intentions with you were always the best I'm sure. From the moment he found in that alleyway," Rachel flinched at the reminder and Leroy tightened him arms around her, comfortingly. "His intentions have always been good."

"But how…" Rachel started to protest but Leroy interrupted her and said, gently.

"Just listen."

"He was trying to protect you Rachel." Hiram said, softly and Rachel looked up at her papa with surprise. "He was trying to protect you from Shelby. He had good intentions, I'm sure. I can't confess to knowing everything, but I like to think I know Jesse pretty well by now and I'm certain he wouldn't set out to purposefully hurt you."

Rachel bit her lip and glanced away, unable to look into her papa's kindly gaze without being overcome by guilt.

"I just… I don't know who to trust any more, papa. I thought we were totally open with each other and honest. But then… to find out about this…" She shook her head, unhappily.

""I know you're hurt by this Rachel, but I think you need to look at all of the evidence before you go around pointing fingers and casting the blame on people." Leroy told her, firmly and Rachel nodded, slowly.

"Tomorrow." She said finally. "Tomorrow I'll go and see Shelby. I want the truth."

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I warned you. I told you it was going to get bumpy. Well, yeah this is the start.

While we're here, I've decided to give out a little preview for my new fic, because there's been a pretty big interest over on tumblr so I'm thinking of posting soon. This could change, be warned, but I want you guys to know that I'm still writing for you so…

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She could hear her sharp breaths echoing loudly around her. The cold earth below her hands and legs was seeping slowly through her clothing and into her bones, making her shiver lightly. Her heart was pounding and she could hear the blood rushing through her ears as she tried to breathe deeply, her eyes straining through the dark undergrowth.

There was the occasional beam of bright white light from the circling helicopter, but fortunately the thick bushes made her almost invisible.

"Rachel." The hiss made her jump and she clapped a hand over her mouth before any sound could escape her.

Turning, she spotted Santana, crouching behind her and shuffled slowly towards her, despite her warnings to stop.

"San, what's going on?" Even her softest whisper seemed to echo over the chopping blades of the helicopter and the shouts of soldiers.

"Shut up you idiot," Santana snapped, quietly. "Stay quiet."

Obediently, Rachel pressed her lips together, staying silent. Her back ached from hours of being crouched in the same position, but it was better than being caught. Anything was better than being caught.

A flash of light ran over them again and Rachel squeezed her eyes shut so that they wouldn't see the whites of her eyes looking up at them. As the helicopter passed a sharp cry came from the clearing a head of them. It was a cry that Rachel would recognize anywhere. Shooting up, she made it four paces before Santana's harsh grip stopped her, pulling her back.

"Stop Rachel!"

From their new position they could see the clearing well. A figure dressed in dark clothes was being hauled, struggling, by two armed soldiers. Her hood fell and Rachel felt a hand clap over her mouth before she could scream for her mother.

"Don't do it Rachel," Santana's whispered warning barely registered as she watched her mother be pushed to the ground in front of a man who glared down at her. After what seemed like hours, he kicked at her, urging her up and she staggered to her feet.

It was only as the man grabbed her mother and pushed his huge gun against her face that Rachel felt the rush of adrenaline that she needed and broke from Santana's grasp with a loud cry.

"Mama- no!" Bursting form the undergrowth, she tried to run towards her mother, but froze in her tracks when she saw a circle of guns pointed her way.

"Let her go!" Her sob went unheard as the men laughed with each other, beginning to approach her when a sharp bang sounded from the other side of the clearing, making her jump as she saw Puck and Finn emerge, firing randomly at the men and making them scatter their positions, unprepared. Her mother bit hard on the arm that was holding her and managed to struggle out of his grip, running towards Rachel during the mayhem.

"Run!" Was her screamed command and Rachel did as she was told, her feet pounding against the dry earth beneath her.

It seemed barely seconds before strong arms caught her, pulling her close and roughly wrapping her arms behind her back, a sob ripping its way from her throat as she felt herself pulled into the throngs of the soldiers surrounding her.

"Mama!" The hoarse cry echoed back to where her mother stood watching her, her expression heartbroken as Puck pulled her away before she was swallowed by the darkness.

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So yeah, that's the beginning of my new fic. Jesse is in it, I promise, he just isn't in the very beginning part.

Tell me what you think!

Also, how amazing was the new glee episode? Jesse is so obviously in love with Rachel, I just wanted to squeal every time he came on screen. And they talked and flirted and I floundered around incoherently. Ahhh, it was great.

Thank you to those who did review the last chapter: ber1719, dazzledpixie88, Likewow5556, auhaes23, MissRe, Soyli Oliveria, RandyFan20, Autumn DeMayne, blk0912, TVHollywoodDiva and BroadwayFreak5357.

So please leave a review, this is the first time that I've actually posted anything from that new fic and I want to know what you all think of it.

Love

Ray

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