Hey guys! Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer; I do not own Glee. *sobs*

Rachel yawned as she walked through the McKinley hallways. Her dads were in Boston on some business trip the whole week –it was currently Thursday-, and she had been staying in the hospital with Jesse really late for almost every night this week: they always forgot the time when they were together. He helped her with her homework (did it himself sometimes), they watched movies, listened to music, or sometimes they just talked. Talked for hours.

"Hey girlfriend!" Mercedes, who just popped up next to her, interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey!"

"So, you stayed with Jesse till midnight again?" She asked, noticing the bags under her eyes.

Rachel nodded and Mercedes grabbed her wrist before pulling her into the girls' bathrooms.
"What are you doing?"

"I'm hiding those grocery bags under your eyes." She replied while pulling the little red bag where she kept only a small part of her makeup collection out off her backpack.

"But…" Rachel wanted to protest, but she soon ended her sentence when Mercedes gave her a 'no room for arguing' glare.

Rachel wandered over the large green fields outside the school. It was a free period for her, and she would always walk outside during those: the nature made her feel peaceful and it was a great time to put her thoughts on a row. She felt her phone buzz in her pants and pulled it out.

A smile stretched across her face when the ID appeared on the screen.

'1 new message: Jesse St. James: I'm getting out of here Saturday! X'

Her smile disappeared a bit reading the text. Of course she was happy for him, but that would mean he would go back to LA, and somehow her heart didn't want that.

'That's great! So you're going back to the sun soon? X'

'Nope, gonna help Shelby with VA. So I'm taking a year off, they'll let me: they love me. X'
The smile grew again. She felt her heart flutter up thinking about him being there for another year, which made her think. She wasn't supposed to be this happy! Her stomach shouldn't tickle that way!

'Oh, cool (: x'

"Rachel?" She turned around and looked directly into the eyes of Finn Hudson. "Who are you texting again? You're always with your phone in your hands, but you never answer any of my texts!"

"Uhm…" Think fast! "I'm texting my… dads. They're in Boston, so…" She hoped his tiny peanut brain would think of this a logical, after all, he was the guy that thought it could be possible the earth was flat. And her hopes got answered.

"Oh, okay. Oh! You know, St. Jerk is back in town!"

"Really?" She decided she'd play along for now, play the innocent Rachel Berry.

"Yeah!" It was kinda weird how he got all excited about it, if she didn't know better, she'd think he secretly had a crush on Jesse. Well, everything was possible with the guy.

"Oh…"

Suddenly the excitement was gone, and he walked up to her slowly, a threatening expression on his face. "You'd better not get in contact with him again, Rachel. I'll kick his ass."

Rachel chuckled inside. "Yeah right, like you could handle him…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She answered, before walking away from him, heading to her next class.

"Finn threatened me today." Rachel announced once she sat down next to Jesse 's bed.

"What? WHY?" Jesse exclaimed, sitting up hastily.

"Shhh, it's okay." Rachel laughed, pushing him down, trying to ignore the tingle she felt in her fingertips touching his bare skin.

"Why?" Jesse asked again when he lay down.

"He said I'd better not get in contact with you again." She laughed.

"Or else?"

"He'd kick your ass…"

"What's so funny about that?" He sniggered.

"Jesse, look at you." He did as she signed to his abs. "You're one muscle."

He smiled in response, pretending like she was wrong. But inside he knew she was right: the training he had done in college had made him enormously strong, he could absolutely handle Finn. Especially now the season was over, the guy was too lazy to go training himself, that's a fact.

"I brought us West Side Story, in the mood for a movie?" She asked him, trying to change the subject. She was really uncomfortable talking about Finn with Jesse, just as she was about Jesse with Finn.

"Rachel, is Finn bothering you?"

Rachel turned her gaze to her lap, shaking her head. "No…"

"Rachel… Just tell me."

"He won't stop texting me, that's all." She answered and shrugged.

"There's more." He could see it in the way she behaved. She was hiding something from him and he needed to know what that was.

"He kissed me." Jesse saw a tear tickling down her cheek and reached for it, cleaning it away with his thumb. He felt a pang in his chest at the image of them kissing. Them, Rachel and Finn. He cleared his throat before asking:

"W… When…?"

"After Regionals…" she sobbed.

"Oh baby, come here…" he whispered, pulling her close. She crawled on the bed and lay down next to him. He wrapped his arms around her as she continued to sob in his naked chest. His chest was warm, and assured her this wasn't all a dream. That he was real.

"I… He's so violent lately…"

"Shhh, it's all gonna be okay. Call me when he does something again, I'll jump off this bed and be there in no-time. Promise." He whispered, rocking her softly.
She nodded and chuckled through her tears: he always knew how to make her smile, that was one of the thing she loved about him the most. "So, West Side Story?" He asked.

That night, Jesse lay awake thinking about what she said that afternoon. He was so gonna kick the guy's butt if he did something to Rachel again.

"Finn, get off me!" Rachel screamed as the tall guy covered her body with his. She was pressed against the back of a fairground booth, the music and the sound of chattering and laughing kids filling her ears.

His hands travelled up and down her body as he kissed her neck fiercely. He grabbed the hem of her flower dress and pulled it up a bit, his hands caressing the skin around her upper leg.

"Finn… Don't, please! Finn!" She cried out as he pulled her dress over her hips, exposing her black panties. His hands travelled in between her legs. He moved the panties aside a bit, his fingers sliding in her warm insides as she tried to get out of his grip. He was too strong for her: she couldn't move a bit. He slid his fingers out and back in a few times and reached for his fly.

"Finn! Don't! HELP!" Rachel screamed as he began to stroke himself while his hands slid under her dress and kneaded her breasts. He pulled her panties down, and got in her under loud protest.

Jesse woke up bathed in sweat. Thank God, it was a dream… He thought. The next thing he knew he was pressing his phone against his ear, listening to the beeps.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice said at the other side of the line.

"Rachel?" He asked anxiously.

"Jesse? Why are you calling?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" She asked confused.

"Oh, okay. No, it's nothing, I just… had a dream, and wanted to check if you were okay…" How the hell would he explain he had a dream where she was raped by Hudson?

"Okay… Goodnight Je…" She fell back asleep before she could end her sentence or hang up. He listened to her calm breathing for a few minutes before falling asleep himself, but he was in time to end the call.

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Love, Hach.