Happier ending to Lost Love

A carry on from the previous one-shot but ending differently


As Rachel watched Jesse walk away, she desperately wanted to go after him. She wanted to beg for his forgiveness and explain everything. But she couldn't.

Her feet wouldn't move as much as her brain told them too and she knew that everything that had happened was her own doing. If she'd been truthful with him when she bumped into him, or better yet when she found out she was pregnant, she wouldn't be in this predicament now.

With tears running down her cheeks, and Jesse gone, she walked back into her house and closed the door. She wanted so badly to go to her bed and stay there but even as she thought that, she knew she had to pick herself up for her child. To prove the point, Mason walked out of the living room. He'd heard his mother crying and couldn't understand what was happening.

"Mom? Are you ok?" the little boy asked.

Rachel tried to wipe her tears away to protect her son. "Yes, darling. Mommy has just done something silly and it's upset my friend."

Mason came closer to his mum and gave her a hug. "Just apologize, mom. That's what you tell me when I do something silly. If he's your friend, he'll forgive you. Isn't that what friends do?"

Rachel smiled at her son's innocence but also the amount of maturity that he'd just displayed that, Rachel thought, exceeded someone of his age.

She kissed his cheek, which he instantly tried to wriggle away from. "You're going to turn into the most wonderful man." She praised.

Mason wiped a hand across his cheek. "Ok," he said, unsure of how to respond to that kind of praise. "Can we have dinner soon?" he asked.

Rachel smiled to herself at how quickly he'd reverted into an innocent seven-year-old. "I'll get right on it." She promised. "Mommy just needs to do one thing so how about you go play and I'll call you when you need to wash up for dinner." She told him and she watched as he ran off, in the direction of his room.

Rachel took her phone from her pocket and found Jesse's number. She was about to press the 'call' button when she realised that Jesse was probably still angry, which she knew he had every right to be, and she was probably the last person he'd want to talk to. Instead she text him with just two words, "I'm sorry."


As the weeks went into months, and Jesse continued to ignore her messages, Rachel started to lose hope that he'd ever forgive her. She still didn't blame him, but she desperately wanted a chance to explain.

It didn't help that a few weeks prior, she'd seen an article in a gossip magazine saying that Jesse St. James had finally asked his Broadway star girlfriend to marry him and she'd said yes. That, coupled with the unread messages, showed Rachel that Jesse really didn't want anything more to do with her and their short-lived friendship was officially over.

When the news of Jesse's engagement was announced, she got a phone call from Santana.

"Have you seen the news?" Santana asked.

Of course she had. She'd been trailing the Broadway columns for weeks trying to get some news on Jesse since he was no longer telling her anything himself. She wasn't sure she was expecting the news she did get, however.

"Yeah, I saw it." Rachel said casually, feeling anything but.

"Are you ok?" Santana asked.

"Sure." Rachel answered. "This is all my own doing."

"Yes, but Rachel, that doesn't mean you can't be sad about it. The man you love is getting married." Santana said bluntly.

"I am sad about it." Rachel admitted. "But I'm sad because I made such a huge mess of things. I'm sad and I'm angry at myself because all I had to do was tell him the truth. And I don't just mean when I saw him in New York. I should have told him the truth from the beginning." She said sadly.

Santana sighed heavily. "Oh, Berry, I do love you. It's great that you're sorry for what you did but you need to not be so hard on yourself. You knew there was a chance of this happening and maybe one day, in the future, Jesse will forgive you but until that day comes…"

"Don't say I have to forgive myself. Don't be that kind of cheesy." Rachel interrupted.

Santana laughed. "What do you take me for?" she questioned. "No, I was going to say that you have to move on. Stop criticising yourself for it. You're not a bad mistake, you just made a bad choice."

"Thank you, Santana." Rache said.

"For what?" Santana asked.

"For being my friend. For telling me like it is. For being your amazingly blunt self."

Santana laughed again. "You can always rely on me for that." There was a few moments of silence. "Listen, I have to go. I have to go and collect Britt from the airport, she's been in L.A. doing a job. I'll call you next week." She promised. They said their goodbye and hung up the phone.


As more weeks and months passed, Rachel couldn't help but read every bit of information she could find about Jesse's wedding. She couldn't help it and no amount of her dads telling her it wasn't heathy was going to change that.

Before she knew it, the day of Jesse's wedding had arrived and Rachel decided, to keep her sanity, that she needed to stay away from the internet and social media for the day.

Since it was the weekend, Rachel's dads picked them both up for a couple of hours to help distract her. Her dads treated Rachel and Mason to lunch at Rachel's favourite vegan friendly restaurant, the four of them went shopping where Rachel spoilt her son with new toys, clothes, and books. By the time Rachel's dad brought them home, around mid-afternoon, Mason had over-excited himself with all the new things he'd been brought and was exhausted.

Before they'd even got to the house, however, Hiram spotted someone, waiting on Rachel's doorstep. "Sweetie, look who's waiting for you." he said to Rachel. Rachel looked over before looking at her dad, wondering what to do next. Hiram looked at his husband, who had also seen the figure. "Mason, buddy, how do you feel about a sleepover with your old grandpas?" Hiram asked the child.

Rachel looked at her dads gratefully as Mason yelled in happiness about spending more time with his grandfathers. "Thank you, daddy." Rachel said, kissing both of her fathers on the cheek. She then turned to Mason. "Ok, you be good." She told him. "I'll pick you up in the morning. I love you."

"I love you too, mom." Mason said instantly, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek too.

"Call us if you need anything." LeRoy said. Rachel nodded, took a deep breath, and exited the car.

She walked towards her house, her heart in her mouth and her stomach in knots.

"Jesse?" she asked, when she was finally in front of him.

Jesse stood and smiled. That was a good sign, at least, Rachel thought. "Rachel."

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Can I come in?" he asked. "I don't really want to have this discussion on your doorstep."

"Sure." Rachel said. She fiddled with her keys, due to nerves, before letting Jesse and herself into the house. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Rachel asked when the door had shut behind Jesse.

"Did you cheat on me?" Jesse asked, outright.

Rachel stared at him in shock. "So that's why you didn't want to have this discussion outside." She said sarcastically. "Erm, no. I didn't cheat on you."

"Then what happened? Because I've been going over it in my mind for months and I've been upset and then angry and then upset again. I just…I need to know. Whatever it is."

Rachel nodded. "That's fair." She took another deep breath. "Ok, so…"

Rachel was at an end of high school party, seniors only, and she was extremely pissed off. She'd seen Jesse flirting with some bitch from their rival glee club. It had caused a huge argument and in Rachel's anger, she'd broken up with him. She told herself that it was for the best because they were graduating and so what if they were both going to the university in the same state? New York was big enough that they could stay away from each other. Her aim for the night was to get as drunk as possible and forget that Jesse St. James ever existed.

As soon as the walked through the doors of the house party, Puck handed her a shot. "Drink up, Berry." He told her and she downed it on one. Puck's eyes widened; he had not been expecting that.

"Keep them coming, Puckerman." She said, before going off in search of Santana. They'd recently got a lot closer since Santana decided she was also going to New York.

As she searched, she passed a lot of her fellow seniors, and their partners, whether they were seniors or not; Kurt and Blaine were dancing together, rather provocatively Rachel noted-she could tell they'd already had a lot to drink, Quinn and Finn having an argument over something that Rachel didn't quite understand, Mercedes and Mike, Tina, Artie and Sam having a laughing fit over, again, something that Rachel didn't understand, and Puck, daring someone to chug a beer. She noticed that Jesse was no where to be seen to which she was thankful for.

She found Santana with Brittney, in the kitchen, making drinks.

"Berry, you've arrived. You've got some catching up to do. Everyone is already half wasted." Santana told her, putting a drink in her friend's hand.

"Yeah, I noticed." She said, taking a sip of her drink. Santana waited for a sign that Rachel was going to pass on the drink. "It's good." Rachel assured her.

The night continued into the early hours with some sort of alcohol never leaving Rachel's person.

The next morning, Rachel woke up with a pounding headache and someone she vaguely recognised from one of her classes lying next to her. Rachel was filled with instant regret, and nausea thanks to the hangover.

She was filled with even more regret a few days later when Jesse told her that what she'd seen had been a mistake; that the girl from the rival club had flirted with him but he'd told her that he wasn't interested, that he already had the most amazing girlfriend. When Jesse told her that he wanted her back, she said yes, in the hope that she'd be able to put what happened behind her and Jesse never had to find out.

She was horrified to learn a couple of weeks later that she was pregnant. She knew it couldn't have been Jesse's because they had always been so careful when they'd been together, and she was so drunk the night of the party that she had no idea if protection had been used but if she had to guess, she'd say they weren't protected. Rachel felt so ashamed of what she'd done, she told Jesse that she wasn't going to New York anymore, that it wasn't the right path for her after all and that she didn't want to be with him anymore because he'd serve as a constant reminder. She tried to hurt him as much as possible so he wouldn't question her, and thankfully it worked, Jesse went to New York without a second glance in her direction.

"So that's the story." Rachel finished, tears streaming down her face. Jesse and her were now sitting in her living room, in armchairs across the room from each other. "I thought you'd cheated on me so I went and got drunk and did something stupid."

Jesse was also crying. "Wow." Was all he could say.

"I know. I'm so sorry." She said.

"I know you are. Thank you for telling me."

"Are you going to leave now?" Rachel asked, not really wanting the answer but knowing she had to ask the question. She kept her head down, trained on her lap.

"No." Rachel snapped her head up at Jesse's answer.

"But…don't you have a wedding to get to?" Rachel asked, her tears slowing.

Jesse chuckled and looked at his watch. "I'm a bit late." He pointed out. "I called off the engagement, and the relationship, a couple of weeks ago. Glad to see the tabloids haven't got hold of it yet." He said chuckling again. Jesse stood, walked to where Rachel was sitting and crouched down in front of her. He took her hands in his. "Why were you ashamed?" he asked softly.

"I hated myself for acting so impulsive. I reacted too quickly to the situation and ended up having a one-night stand. I was afraid, I guess."

"Afraid of what?" he asked.

"Of your reaction, I suppose." Rachel took her hands from his and covered her eyes. "I know it doesn't make sense." She said sadly.

Jesse took Rachel's hands away from her eyes and held them again. "I understand where you're coming from." He said honestly. Rachel looked at Jesse curiously. "But I wish you would have told me. I could have helped you. We could have worked it out together."

Rachel frowned at his words. "Wait, what are you saying?" she asked.

Jesse chuckled at the woman's cluelessness. He reached up and wiped Rachel's tears away. "I mean that I loved you then and I love you now, I've never stopped. You should have told me back then because I think we were strong enough to get though anything."

Rachel couldn't stop the smile from coming to her face. "I love you too." she told him. "But you really wouldn't have minded raising another man's son?" she asked, she had to know.

"I'm not going to lie, it would have been hard to know that I wasn't the one to give you your first baby," at his words, Rachel blushed, and butterflies erupted in her stomach. "But we would have worked at it. Together." He promised. Jesse used the pad of his thumb to stroke Rachel's cheek.

Rachel couldn't stop herself any longer and reached forward so she could kiss him, a kiss that she'd been aching for, for almost nine years. She moaned into his mouth because she couldn't believe that this was finally her reality again.

Entirely too soon, as far as Rachel was concerned, Jesse pulled away from her. "I have missed that." Jesse said simply before planting his lips back on Rachel's.

Seconds later, they were moving from their positions and making their way up the stairs, removing items of clothing as they went. They had a lot of time to catch up on…and an empty house until the next day.


I hope those of you who wanted a happier ending to my last fic are happy with this. Let me know what you think, I do reply to comments!

I realised while writing this that if I had added this to the original piece, I may have had to end up splitting the fan fic in two anyway because of the amount of words. I just can't seem to stop myself when it comes to writing.