"And the winners are…" The fat guy opened the envelope, suffering with his microphone.

Tromroll.

Nerves.

Hands getting grabbed.

Sights.

Coughs.

"The NEW DIRECTIONS!"

Screams.

Hugs.

Cheers.

He wasn't really that disappointed, he expected it. He knew she was taking back on him for everything that happened, that he did. He was happy for her. He really was.

Ecstatic-ness.

She –They all- went to bed that night with a winners feeling. They got a lot of compliments and even some scholarships.


Jesse explained everything, about the music store, about the egging, everything. He told her that he really did fell in love with her, and that not everything he said was a lie. And she forgave him, well, forgiving is a big word. Let's just say she could understand and wasn't that mad anymore. After he payed the bill he asked her if she wanted to take a walk. She agreed.

So here they were, walking next to eachother talking about how he got an apartment here, to go to college at UCLA next year.

"Sounds awesome." She mumbled.

Suddenly she realized they weren't walking anymore, but pointed at eachother, looking the other in the eyes deeply.

They both felt like a few months ago again. Deeply in love. And he really wanted to be her boyfriend again. To be able to hug or kiss her whenever he wants, to wrap his arms around her waist.

She realized that she DID miss him. –Well, she realized it long before this moment, but she never admitted it to herself.-

He leaned in, and she got on her tiptoes.

A few inches.

She pulled back just in time.

"Jesse I can't do it." She whispered and tried to run away.

"Why not? Were perfect for eachother Rachel, can't you see it? That tall oaf doesn't love you for who you really are. He only wants to change you. Rachel, I-" she cut him off.

"I- I gotta go." And she ran. Ran 'till she couldn't run anymore.

'Operation Get Rachel Back: GAME OVER.'


Jesse I can't do it, I'm sorry. Was the last thing she said to him. He can still hear her voice at night. Now he's in LA and she's still in Lima, Ohio. He misses her like crazy.

His ringtone is 'hello' by Lionel Richie, he even cries himself to sleep almost every night –unless he's passed out, he only has one night stands; he compares every girl that asks him out –and wants a real relationship- to her. "She's not as beautiful, sexy, hot, funny or cute."


"Rachel, are you sure you're gonna walk? It's pouring!" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, it's totally ok." She answered, and gave Quinn a smile.

As she's walking home she thought. About him, Jesse. That's her problem, she thinks way too much. She wanted to go back a year, and wished she didn't stop him from kissing her.

But she did. And there she was. Walking home in the pouring rain, entirely soaked.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she saw two bright lights, coming right at her. She felt something hard push her, she felt herself soaring and landing hard on the ground. She could hear cardoors slamming, and panicked voices. It is only after a few seconds she feels the pain taking over her body.

This is it. I'm gonna die. I loved you Jesse St. James, I still do.


"Hello?"

"Jesse? You have to come to the Lima hospital like NOW. Rachel is here, and not in very good state. Please." Quinn Fabray said, while nervously icebearing through the hospital's lobby.

"Give me 3hours." He replied fainting. He hang up, immediately grabbed his coat and keys and ran out his apartment leaving his 3 best friends behind with their bottles of beer.

They all knew about her. About them, her. About him crying himself to sleep and mumbling her name in his dreams, about how he dismissed school the day of her birthday, and didn't have the courage to call to wish her a happy birthday. She wouldn't answered the phone anyway. One of them, John, found him sobbing at his couch, rewinding and rewinding her performance of 'get it right' at that year regionals.

-Flashback-

"Dude where were you today?" John said annoyed while he walked trough the kitchen to the living room. "Dude… Are you crying?"

"No. Jesse St. James never cries." Said the stranger with his head in his pillow.

"Jesse…"

"Leave me alone."

"No."

And he didn't. He called Caleb and Jake to come over and they forced him into telling them everything. So he did. It's not like he had much choice.

-End flashback-

But don't get me wrong! He was still Jesse St. James. He was a partyanimal, owned a fake ID –Like all of them btw.-, Famous player. He could get anyone he wanted.

But deep inside, underneath his cocky behavior, he was hurt. He tried to hide his sorrow, pain, guilt.

So when he ran off like his water just broke, they knew it was about her.


He could feel his hard pound while he was driving on the highway.

Is she going to die? No, NO. that's impossible. When he ran trough the doors at the hospital, he found Quinn reading Teen Vogue. Apparently she calmed down already.

"Quinn! What the fuck happened?" he yelled, at this moment he couldn't care less about the annoyed glares of the other people waiting.

"Jesse.." Quinn's voice was extremely quiet and she looked really tired. –It was 3am for something- He was used to staying up until morning, something he really liked about collegelife. "We were heading home from a party, it was pouring but she insisted on walking… She got hit by a car. The driver lost control over the wheel and she… I thought she was dead…" She cried.

"Where is she now?" He genuinely asked. She could see it in his eyes. She could see the panic, the hopelessness.

"She's in surgery, they're calling me when they're done." He nodded in response, and sat down. She sat next to him and whispered "I thought she would want to see you when she wakes up. I know she says she's over you, but she still loves you. And I know you love her too."

"How…?"

"You know John's my cousin?" she winked. "Plus the fact that you rushed over here so fast must mean something to, doesn't it?" He gave her a smile in response.

The waiting seemed to last forever.

Finally, a guy dressed in white walked up to them: "Miss. Fabray? She's ready. Everything turned out to be okay. You can go see her now, she's in room 216." Quinn gave a little smile to Jesse, but he was already gone.