Rachel was browsing the various magazines in one of the many stores of JFK when one caught her eye. Not because she like the dress on the cover, but because she was on the cover. Her and Jesse to be exact. Of course they didn't have the whole cover, but their was a small shot of them walking around Fifth Avenue in the corner. She quickly turned to the page that the magazine advertised to be about Jesse and read the article.

It seems that the talk of the summer was the notion that Hollywood heartthrob Jesse St. James would be headed to New York to have a starring role in the newest Scorsese flick about an overprivileged New Yorker who becomes part of a reel of drug dealers, but it seems the young star has also discovered another way to stir up the press. A mystery girl. Well, we suppose she's not completely mysterious considering he didn't hesitate to tell her name (Rachel Berry) when he had her accompany him to the Tony Awards. Either way, it has pulled in a lot of press.

According to sources, Rachel Berry is from Lima, Ohio; a town not to far from Akron where St. James spent the first ten years of his life. She's the leading lady of her high school's glee club, and from what we've been told is outstandingly talented. We definitely know she's not hard on the eyes, and it seems that her and our favorite actor have taking quite the liking to each other.

So, are they dating?

Nope. According to St. James at the Tonys Rachel is his "best friend," and since we haven't seen any PDA (other than occasional hand holding and an arm over the shoulder) we have no reason to dispute this claim.

But we'll be watching...

The article was accompanied by random photos of Rachel and Jesse in New York and at the Tonys. Some of which they were, in fact, holding hands. In others Jesse had an arm thrown around her shoulder, and in one they were both sitting in Central Park laughing at something that seemed to have been utterly hilarious.

Rachel wasn't sure to be disturbed that people had been able to take these pictures without their knowledge and managed to learn so much about her, or impressed on the same accounts. But, she settled for buying the magazine and heading to her gate.

Luckily, when Rachel called Jesse was not in the middle of shooting a scene.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey! I should be boarding within the next ten minutes."

"Great! I was a little worried that your flight would be delayed."

"Jesse, it's barely sprinkling."

"Whatever. So, what are you doing to pass the time?"

"Reading an article about us."

"That sounds – Wait, what?"

"There's an article about us in a magazine," Rachel said in a nonchalant tone.

"Which one? I didn't authorize any articles. Are there pictures?"

"Quite a few actually, but it's okay I don't-"

"I'm really sorry. My publicist must have approved it without thinking about asking me."

"Jesse, it's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well okay then."

"How's filming?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Pretty good. It's nice to do a film where I don't have love interest, so I don't have a girl hanging on me."

"Poor little superstar."

"Very funny. Damn, I got to get back on set. Who knew that they'd actually expect me to shoot scenes when I signed on to this movie?"

"Definitely not me."

"Thought so," Jesse laughed. "Call me when you land."

"Will do."

"Then I'll talk to you later. Bye," Jesse grinned into the phone.

"Bye," Rachel smiled. Right as she hung up they called for her flight to begin boarding, so she grabbed her carry on and headed to the terminal.

Rachel's dads had bombarded her with questions when she walked up to them in the airport. Most of them consisted of how she had met Jesse, just how close they had grown, if she planned to remain in contact with them, and if she had enjoyed the Tony Awards. (in The Drama Book Shop, they were now each other's best friends, of course, and extremely so)

When they finally allowed her to go up to her room she collapsed on her bed and pulled out her cell phone. She ignored the symbol telling her that she had unread text messages knowing that they were the ones from Kurt, Mercedes, Quinn, etc. that she had been ignoring for the past weeks. Instead she went straight to her contacts and hit the send button over the familiar name.

"Thank God," his relieved voice came over the line. "You were supposed to land over an hour ago! What happened?"

"I got attacked by questions from my dads," Rachel explained. "Then I had to eat dinner, and now I am calling you."

"Glad to know I rank so highly on your to do list," Jesse remarked.

"Sorry," Rachel laughed. "I thought about calling you earlier, but I didn't want to be rude to my dads."

"Right," Jesse agreed. "Keeping me waiting on your phone call for a significant amount of my day was much more polite."

"I'm sure you'll get over it," Rachel placated.

"You've wounded me."

"I apologize."

"That didn't sound legitimate."

"It's as legitimate as your wound," Rachel retorted.

"Touche," he paused. "I miss you."

"I miss you too."

Rachel found herself to be very fortunate for not telling any of her fellow glee clubbers when she was coming home, so she enjoyed the days up until the Monday she would have to return to school in peace. She texted or called with Jesse everyday, and they gave each other a run down of what they had been up to. The conversation usually spread to different topics, and her phone calls with Jesse became the highlight of her day. But summer had to come to an end sometime, and before she knew it she was standing outside of the doors to McKinley High to start her Senior year.

When she walked in the hallway to find her locker she noticed strange/appraising looks being thrown in her direction. She had to admit that it made her feel slightly uncomfortable, even though she was well aware of the reason they were glancing at her. She figured that most of the school would know about the month that she had spent with Jesse due to the magazine article, and pictures of them together on Google Images.

Rachel made it to her new locker without anybody asking her any questions, so she opened it with her new combination. She took out her phone and shot Jesse a text before filling the locker with her new school supplies.

First day of school... Everyone is staring at me. :(

She shut her locker and turned around in hopes of getting to her first period without being stopped. Those hopes were crushed when she saw who was standing behind her.

"Who was that message to?" Kurt asked while trying to sound like he didn't care.

"A friend."

"Cut the bull crap, Rachel. I know who that was to."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rachel lied.

"You told us that you'd explain when you got back. Here we are."

"I'll tell you in rehearsal," Rachel said before turning to get to class.

During the middle of her teacher's usual back-to-school lecture, Rachel felt her phone vibrate.

Jesse: Sorry:( On the bright side, you could be spending the day trying to learn how to look like you're shooting up heroine.

She cracked a smile at his message and looked around discretely before typing out a reply.

Very true.

Rachel was grateful that for the next two periods, nobody tried to talk to her. The weird/impressed looks didn't stop, but it seemed that the people who had read the article either didn't believe it was her or thought it didn't matter. Either way, Rachel didn't really mind. But now it was time for glee club, and she really wasn't looking forward to having to tell the story to everybody in there.

"Alright, Berry, spill."

Those were the first words Rachel heard when she walked into the choir room, and she let out a large sigh before sitting down and telling everyone the story they wanted to hear.

And there we have Chapter 3! And surprisingly enough, I already have chapter 4 close to completion!
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