SOO SORRY! But really, do you know how hard it was to find this stupid episode on the internet! I couldn't find it anywhere. So that is why this chapter took forever, the stupid episode was no where on the internet so I had no way to get the dialogue. Finally I found it. Again sorry, hopefully the next episode will be easier to find.

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or the amazing J Groff. Sigh…

"So where are we headed?" I asked when Rachel hopped into my Range Rover. She told me she'd plan our next date. So since then she had refused to tell me where we were going.

"Surprise." She reminded me. I let out a slight huff. This really bothered me. Both Rachel and I wanted to be in control of every situation, and that obviously caused a problem.

"How am I supposed to know where to go if you don't tell me?" I asked, convinced I'd stumped her and she would have to tell me where we were going. Suddenly she whipped out a sheet of directions. I took them and looked at the end point, there wasn't one. Rachel answered before I could ask my question.

"I took the time to delete the end point when I copied and pasted this." She smirked. I gave her a slight glare and she gave me a triumphed smile before pecking me on the cheek. "Don't worry St. James. You'll know soon enough."

The rest of the ride was spent with us talking or singing as our favorite characters in musicals we both enjoyed. We were singing wicked when I pulled up to a theatre, with little kids screaming at the top of their lungs running inside of it.

"The Wiggles concert?" I questioned. Rachel looked at me sheepishly. I parked the car and helped her out.

"I know its nothing compared to Spring Awakening, but it was the only show in town I could get tickets to on such short notice. Don't worry Jesse. It'll be fun." Rachel confirmed. She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the entrance. God kill me now.

"See! It wasn't that bad!" Rachel exclaimed on our way out of the concert. I gave her a questioning glance. "Okay it sucked but at least we were together." I nodded along in agreement. I looked over at Rachel and noticed she was looking at something else. I followed her gaze and saw her starring at a neon blue sign that said ARCADE. I looked back at her, wondering why it caught her attention. "Jesse, have you ever been to an arcade?" She sounded as if she was embarrassed to ask such a question.

"Of course. Even with my constant vocal, piano, tap, ballet, guitar lessons, and school I somehow found the time to go to the arcade every week. It was the only place I had no responsibilities. Of course my mother wouldn't allow it so I had to sneak out, apparently I was better than the average children who went to the arcades, and I still found a way. Why?" The question was quite random.

"It's just… I've never really gone to one before. My dads always made time for me to do fun activities as a child, but I was too focused on my dream, I didn't want any part of it. After a while I felt like they just expected it from me, you know, being so driven. So when I wanted to do fun actives I would push the thought aside and get back to my goal. So I never-" I figured Rachel was just trying to tell me she wanted to go to the arcade. I locked our hands together and started to pull her toward the arcade. "What are we doing?" She questioned.

"Having some fun." I said while looking down at her, she just smiled.

"Are you sure this is completely sanitary? I mean, we have no idea how many diseases are on that one ball." Rachel looked up at me in fright and I just raised my eyebrow. "Maybe this was a bad idea, I don't have to go to an arcade, and I'm perfectly fine missing out on this childhood experience." Rachel turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let her leave.

"Seriously Rach it's just a ski ball. I pretty sure the only diseases on there is AIDS and syphilis." She gave me a glare and I smiled back. "Come on, ski ball has to be one of the easiest games in this place. All you do is just roll the ball on the ramp and try to get it into one of the holes." I took one of the eight balls into my hand and rolled it on the ramp, the ball went into the 100 slot. I gave Rachel a toothy grin. "See, cake."

Rachel looked at the remaining 7 balls and took one in her hand. She follows my previous movements and watched silently as the ball went right into the 10 slots. I saw her brows furrow in frustration and realized she was mad because I did better than her. She took another ball and tried again, this time it went right into the gutter. She turned towards me with a look of determination and anger on her face. "Jesse, I think this one is defective, maybe we should try that one." Rachel pointed to the one next to it.

"I think it's perfectly fine. Let me try." I took another ball and rolled it onto the ramp, the ball went into the 100 slot again. "See."

"How did you do that?" She questioned.

"Rachel I have been playing this game for years, of course I've gotten better as I've grown. But this is the first time you've ever attempted ski ball, you're bound to be mediocre." When I saw Rachel's reaction I knew I said something wrong. Shit.

"I am not mediocre Jesse. I've never been mediocre."

"You're telling me that you were just fabulous at everything you did as a child?" I questioned.

"Precisely." I gave her a skeptical look. "Jesse I won my first dance competition at 3 months old! Are you saying you weren't fabulous at everything as a child?"

"Of course I was, but not everyone else was." She glared at me again and grabbed the ball out of the shoot and rolled it onto the ramp, the ball went right into the 100 slot. She gave me a trumpet smile. "Told you I wasn't mediocre."

"I bet you still couldn't beat me." She gave me a playful smile.

"You're on."

After a 2 hour, intense game of ski ball Rachel beat me by 2 points. She used her winning to buy me a light blue care bear. When I asked her about the color she said it matched my eyes, which I chuckled at.

On the way home Rachel and I sang a medley of show tunes. I was more than okay with dropping her off at her door but when she asked me to come up stares, well there was no way I was going to turn down that invitation. As we climbed her stairs I noticed her fathers weren't home. The second the door to her bedroom closed I entangled my hands into her hair and pulled her lips to mine in a deep kiss. I felt her hands go towards my abdomen; I let out a slight growl when she started to trail the outside of my abs with her fingertips. I pushed her towards the bed, eyes closed, lips fused together, and when I felt her legs hit the edge I tumbled down on top of her.

Now don't go thinking I'm some sex fiend, but Rachel and I barely have any time to be intimate. Her fathers always made us keep the door open when I was over, usually only letting me steal a kiss or two, and Rachel wasn't all that big a fan of PDA. (Me casually draping my arm over her shoulder or holding her waist doesn't count.) So when I get a chance to make out with my tease of a girlfriend, well, I'm going to take that chance. (And Rachel's obnoxious micro-mini skirts don't help with taming my growing hormones and hard on.)

I started to trail passionate kissed down her neck when I said the stupidest thing know to man. "We should do it." Looking back I knew this was not something to say, but Rachel soft skin against mine and her pink lips were calling to me, and I just couldn't ignore the call.

"It?" She questioned. I knew she didn't want to believe that I was talking about sex. When she asked the question I couldn't take my eyes off her lips, I gave her a bruising kiss before responding.

"Yeah. Haven't you ever done it before?" That was the other mistake. Of course she hadn't done it. She was clearly a virgin, way too pure and innocent to have done the deed.

"No… Have you?" She pulled back away from me when she asked the question. I let out a slight chuckle before answering.

"What do you think?" I continued to shower he neck with kisses, not wanting to look at her expression. "It's no big deal." I felt her pull away from me; I looked into her eyes and saw that she was nervous.

"For a girl it is…" Rachel then started to move away from me. Crap does she think I'm pressuring her? I need to leave; this is too tempting. "Jesse?" She questioned, trying to look in my eyes.

I got up off the bed and tried to hide the growing hard on in my pants. Rachel's skirt was ridding up and I could start to see the outline of her pale pink cotton panties. Her hair was disheveled and her lips were a bright pink. "I need to go." I could hear the arousal in my voice, but to her it must have sounded like I was mad.

"Jesse wait-" She leaped off her bed and grabbed my arm as I picked my jacked off her chair. She tried to pull me back into the room but slid my arm from her grasp and rushed out of the room. Before I left the house I heard her call my name one more time. In response I closed the door.

I fast walked to my car and slid in the front seat, pulling out of her driveway as fast as possible. I rammed my hand on the steering wheel as I was driving home, what the fuck had I just done. Oddly enough the next song that flowed through my speakers was Totally Fucked.

"Oh fuck me." Whispered my best friend Ryder as we slipped into the balcony seats in the McKinley High auditorium. We were here so I could apologise to Rachel, but seeing her up there on stage in that red corset and heals I didn't know if I should. At least not right now. Right now I think I'm going to enjoy my incredibly sexy girl strut on stage looking confident and happy. "Dude she's yours? She's got a power house voice, you should try to convince her to join Vocal Adrenaline." Before I could respond to the bleach blonde boy next to me he spoke up again. "Fuck. Do you see that blonde?"

"Which one?" I questioned.

"The one in the blue." He responded. I rolled my eyes and glared at him.

"They are both in blue." He didn't respond, he was to fixed on the six girls dancing on stage. I noticed the rest of New Directions sitting in the seats bellow us. One of the guys, who I assume was Finn based on the description Rachel, had given me. That ass was to busy counting the ceiling tiles than watching Rachel strut on stage. Shit I think he saw me. I pushed Ryder back into the seats, out of the Neanderthals view; thankfully we could still see the girls. A few minutes later I looked back over the railing and noticed him smacking some dude with a Mohawk. Dipshit. "You think she gives good head?" He questioned. I rolled my eyes at the statement.

"Okay buddy you continue to have intense dirty thoughts about the girls while I go and apologies to my girl." I said as I slapped his back.

"Will do." He responded, giving me a thumbs up as I left the auditorium.

After sliding a note into Rachel's locker (it was the only locker that had gold stars on it) I walked toward the library. I was surprised at the fact that no one had even noticed that I wasn't a student here and had not kicked me out of the school yet. Seconds after I walked behind the Stephen Sondheim section Rachel walked into the library. God damn those skirts.

As Rachel walked down the row of Sondheim biography's I pushed one of his books off the shelf. She bent down to pick it up and whispered, "Sondheim on music… Jesse is that you?" She looked around, finally seeing me once I pushed the books to the side.

"I'm so glad you came. I picked the Steven Sondheim biography section for a clandestine meeting place because only he would be able to express my melancholia. I feel bad about what happened at you're house…do you still have my care bare?" She nodded her head yes, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes. Since we're meeting in the shadows there is something I've been wanting to talk to you about-" I cut her off, I needed to

"Me first. I was out of line the other night. You deserve more than that. You deserve romance. No. You deserve epic romance." Rachel smiled at me, I moved around the bookcase to stand in front of her. " I feel badly that I pressured you into… you know, going all the way. I'm willing to wait. You tell me when you're ready, and I'll make sure I'm fastidiously groomed." I pushed some of Rachel's silky locks behind her ear. "What did you want to tell me?" I questioned, remembering that she wanted to talk to me about something.

"I'm ready." I silently questioned her if she was telling the truth, she nodded her head and jumped into my arms. I hugged her tightly and smiled into her shoulder.

"Are you sure Rachel?" I asked, looking into her eyes for any doubt. She nodded her head yes again.

"Yes Jesse. I'm sure. I want to make love to you. Meet me at my house Friday night, my dad's are going out of two for two days. Come at 7." She pulled my lips down to hers and gave me a sweet kiss. I heard the bell ring and she pulled away. "I have to go to science. Text me later." I nodded my head yes and watched her leave. Once the hall was clear I left the school, Ryder waiting by my car.

"All good man?" He questioned as he slid into the passenger seat.

"All good." I answered. "Now lets go, we've already skipped 3 periods. If we miss anymore than Shelby will rip us a new one." Ryder chuckled in response and sang along to the song on the radio.

Within two seconds of walking into Carmel High I was being trailed by the one and only Andrea, and for some reason her laky Giselle (who should actually be the female lead instead of Andrea) was walking the other side of me, caging me in between them. "St. James."

"Andrea. To what do I owe the pleasure of you're company?" I questioned sarcastically. She seemed unfazed.

"Where were you?" She questioned, almost as if she was my girlfriend.

"Ryder and I took a trip to McKinley high." I said as I made it to my locker, opening it so it blocked her face. She moved the locker door so I could see it but I moved it back. I heard Giselle giggle and I sent her a smirk. I'm almost positive she hated Andrea more than I did. Lets face it, Vocal Adrenaline has more enemies on it than it does friends.

"JESSE!" Andrea seemed to reprimanded me as I moved the door in front of her face again.

"Andrea," I stated, my voice sounding exhausted and tired from this girl. I shut my locker and walked down the hall, walking away from the two girls. When I saw Shelby standing at the end of the hallway I knew I was in deep shit. She motioned for me to go into her office, I obliged and followed her into her office. I swear my butt is imprinted in this office chair by now. "How can I help you Shelby?" I questioned once she got settled on the other side of the desk.

"I see you've missed three class periods Jesse." She stated.

"Looking at my attendance for the day have we?" I questioned.

"Cut the smart mouth St. James. What was so important that you had to skip?" I got comfortable in the chair before I answered.

"Just visiting my lovely girlfriend. Had to apologies about a few things." She raised her eyebrow at my comment.

"Apologies about what exactly Jesse?" She questioned. I let out a sigh; I knew I couldn't lie to her.

"Things just got a little heated at her house the other day. Her dad's weren't home and I lost control for a bit." Shelby eye's lit up like flames.

"Are you pressuring my daughter Jesse?" She questioned.

"Of course not Shelby, I would never push her into anything." She's too special for me to just use. She's different from those other girls. "Now if you excuse me, I have to get to class." I pushed myself out of the chair and walked to the door, Shelby stopping me before I walked out.

"Do you have and idea for a song at practice today?" She questioned. I thought for a second before answering.

"Burning Up. I feel like some Madonna today." Shelby nodded, silently saying, if that's what you want, fine. I gave her a grin as I left her room and made my way towards my drama class.

"Are you ready?" I called to Rachel through the door. God I could not wait to feel her soft body on mine. And those legs wrapped around me, her screaming my name.

"In a minute." She responded, slightly taking me out of the fantasy I was having. Suddenly Like a Virgin started to play on the radio, taking me into my own personal fantasy.

I made it through the wilderness

Somehow I made it through

Didn't know how lost I was until I found you

I was beat, incomplete, I've been had

I was sad and blue, but you made me feel

Yeah you made me feel, shiny and new

Rachel came out of the bathroom, in a tiny silk nighty, it was shorter than her normal skirts. She gave me a small smile and walked over to me; when she was in front of me she gave me a devilish smile and pulled my lips down to meet hers. Her hands wounded their way into my curls as our tongues battled for dominance. I pulled her down on top of me, so we were lying on the bed. She giggled and she removed my shirt.

Suddenly her lips were on my naked chest, kissing anywhere and everywhere. When her hands moved down to the bulge in my pants I pulled her up to me and kissed her forcefully. She bit my lip and pulled back slightly, she then trailed her tongue on my lower lip before pulling away with a smile on her face.

My hands moved to push her nighty up higher, noticing she decided to wear a nice lace, lavender panties and bra set. My lips connected with hers again as I slipped my fingers inside her panties, finding her slick folds immediately. She gasped in pleasure. Then she said, "I can't do this."

Except that wasn't fantasy Rachel who said it, it was my Rachel. The one that was barricading the bathroom door so I wouldn't come in. I got up from my spot on the bed and walked over towards the bathroom door, knocking slightly.

"Rachel?" I knocked again, leaning my head on the door. "Just come out so we can talk… or sing about it." I felt the door open so I moved from leaning on it; Rachel was dressed the same way as in my fantasy. She walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Look Jesse I really like you but, I can't do it. It wouldn't be right for… the team." I knew she was just saying this because she wasn't ready, but I went along anyway.

"What does the team have to do with this?" I questioned when I sat down next to her.

"If I give myself to you knowing that my teammates wouldn't approve, it would be like I was sleeping with the enemy. I would be betraying them. And because I'm not truly ready to do this, I'd be betraying myself." Finally she admits she isn't ready. I nodded my head in understanding, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"I understand Rachel. And to make sure I don't pressure you into anything you don't want to do I must leave before I loose control. You're way too tempting at the moment." I kissed her again before grabbing my jacket and leaving her in her room the second time this week.

I walked down the halls of McKinley High School with a smile on my face. Some of what Rachel said was true. She couldn't fully be with me (emotionally, mentally and physically) unless I was part of the team. No matter what we did she would feel like she was betraying them, and I care too much to loose her because of New Directions. I saw a rather petite redheaded woman cleaning her office as I looked for the Mr. Schuster's classroom. I knocked on the door to get her attention. "Excuse me Ma'am. Can you point out Mr. Schuster's office to me?" She seemed to be a little flustered at the man's name.

"Oh yes, it's down the hall, in the Spanish wing of the school. His class in number 130." I thanked her before leaving to find the Spanish room. I knocked on the door once I found it, inside was a man with unruly curls; I assumed he was Mr. Schuster.

"Mr. Schuster?" He looked up, yes, it's him.

"Yes?"

"I'm Jesse St. James. Can I talk to you about something?" He had a confused look on his face but motioned for me to sit down.

"What can I do for you Jesse?" He asked. I smiled before setting all my paper work on the table.

"Well, I have just been transferred here and I was told you were to man to talk to in order to audition for the school's glee club. Am I correct?" His brows seemed to furrow even more than they were.

"Yes, that is correct. But I thought you were on Vocal Adrenaline, why transfer this late in the year?" He questioned.

"Well you see Sir my parents have deicide to take a two month long vacation in Bali, and I have grown tired of living in an empty house. My Uncle has proposed I live with him until they return, and his house is in the school district. So I am now a student at McKinley, and even though you were once my rival, well I believe I could be of great help to your glee club." He let out a sigh as he took in my information. His hand running through his hair.

"I'll have to speak with your parents before I let you audition, but if everything checks out, than I guess you can audition and hopefully be a new member of New Directions." I nodded my head as I pushed the papers toward him.

"Of course, they're number is right here."

Mr. Schuster and I walked into the McKinley High glee rehearsal room, the eyebrows of every student shooting up in surprise. I found Rachel immediately and sent her a wink. She blushed and looked down at the floor, a giant buffoon of a teenage boy was sitting next to her, watching the entire exchange. His face became hard and he sent a glare my way. "Everyone," Schuster spoke up. "I'd like you to meet the newest team member of New Directions." He paused to gesture towards me. "Jesse St. James." The room seemed to erupt. A black girl grabbed a 12-year-old looking boys hand. A kid with a Mohawk looked like he was ready to jump out of his seat, but he was being restrained by a very pregnant Quinn Fabray. One cheerleader had a confused look on her face while the other tried to explain what was happening. The buffoon was livid, and Rachel just stared at me with confusion filled eyes.

"What the hell? Now it seems like everybody is doing things just to hurt my feelings." The buffoon was the first to speak. I had a pretty good idea this was that prick Finn.

"I thought you all would take this news a little better. I'm a star. You could learn from me." I simply stated. They would obviously need all the help they could get.

"We were already fighting for second leads and now that you've shown up I've lost all hope of ever getting a solo." Said the 12-year-old kid. I don't think he would be given any of the male solos anyway.

"Yeah that's right. And ya'll just trump me out at the end of every number so I could just wail on the last note. How is that okay?" Said the black chick. She sent a glare my way; I could tell she wasn't a fan.

"He's a spy Mr. Schue. I would know." Said a rather hot Latina looking cheerleader. She eyed me up and down. The spy comment threw me of guard. I might be an asshole, but I would never cheat.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa guys. I saw the paper work, I spoke with his parents-"

"They winter in Bali, it's a very expensive phone call." I stated.

"Jesse just moved in with his uncle, which is in our school district. It's all above board guys, he goes to this school now." They all started to yell and growl as my transferring in, but I don't care. These people mean nothing to me; I'm here for Rachel.

"But this isn't fair."

"GUYS! Everyone whose every auditioned for this group has gotten in. That's how we do things here. Okay to suddenly change the rules now, that would be unfair." They quieted down then. The blonde cheerleader raised her hand. "Brittany."

"Mr. Schue is he you're son?" We both looked at each other in confusion. Yeah right, my father I a mulit-million dollar business man, not a struggling Spanish teacher who is reliving his glory days through a bunch of singing misfits.

"I don't understand why you're doing this." Rachel finally spoke up, a confused look on her face.

"Because when you love something you've gotta go for it. You would never be with me completely if I was on the opposing team and I care about you more than winning another national title." I saw her smile so I continued. "So I left Vocal Adrenaline… for you." Her smile grew, I noticed the Latina girl send a mighty glare her way.

"Alright guys we've got a lot of work to do, Jesse, great to have you on board." Mr. Such shook my hand and directed me towards a seat. "Okay from the top."

"Rachel wait up." A bell had just rung; signally we would all need to go to the gym for an assembly. I jogged to catch Rachel after she left the choir room. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "I hope you're not mad at me." I stated.

"I'm not mad Jesse. I just wished you would have told me earlier so I didn't look like a complete goon in there." I chuckled and pulled her closer.

"But then I wouldn't have gotten to make that little speech." She giggled along and kissed my cheek.

"Please don't think I'm not happy. I'm ecstatic that you are part of New Direction now." She smiled up at me as we sat down on some bleachers. A kid with a rather large Afro was sitting in front of me. He suddenly turned around to ogle at Rachel, when he noticed me he glared. I gave her a questioning glance but she just rolled her eyes. " I wonder why we are here. The weekly Cheerio assembly isn't until Friday. Suddenly Madonna's 4 minutes to Save the World came blaring from the band section. The cheerleaders started to do a routine, and then I noticed the black girl from glee and the younger boy come from behind the back. I looked over at Rachel and she seemed livid.

"5,6,7,8."

Come on girl

I've waitin for somebody to pick up my stroll

Well don't wait time, give me the sign

Tell me how you wanna roll

I want somebody

To pick up for me then take it down slow

There's enough from for both

Well I can handle that,

You just gotta show me where its at

Are you ready to go

If you want it

You already got it

If you flaunt it

It better be what you want

The Afro boy suddenly turned around and shoved a microphone in Rachel's direction; she stopped it mid stride and gave him a very angry, "Not now." He backs around in his seat.

Time is waiting

We've only got four minutes to save the world

No hesitating

Grab a boy and grab a girl

Time is waiting

We've only got four minutes to save the world

No hesitating

We've only got four minutes, four minutes

Give it, don't be afraid, Madonna

You gotta give me that heart

Tik tok tik tok

That's right

So keep it up, keep it up, Madonna

You've gotta give me that heart

Tik tok tik tok tik tok

"What just happened?" Rachel questioned once the two stopped singing. I just smiled and kissed the top of her head.

Once the assembly ended I had to find my new locker. On my way back to Rachel I noticed Finn Hudson talking to her. I stopped mid stride to here the rest of their conversation.

"I really liked you…and I could have had you, but I blew it." He said, looking down at her.

"You really liked me?" She asked. I knew I had to intervene now. I walked up to Rachel and place my arm around her shoulder pulling her into me.

"Okay Finn, I know we have a big showdown coming, so lets just decide on the arena. Sing off. The parking lot. Be there. 5 o'clock."

"No…" she whimpered.

"Welcome to New Directions. Frankly I need you, I'm tired of carrying the male vocals all by myself." I looked at him questioningly, but when he put his hand out to shake I didn't reject it. "I'll do my best to stay away from you're girl."

"I appreciate that." I stated. I may seem nice, but if he even tries anything with Rachel I'll beat him to a bloody pulp. Watch out Finn Hudson.

okay so the ending sucked but its like 1 in the morning here and i just didnt know how to end it. please review. sorry again for the wait.