Author's Note:
Ok, so this is the LONG AWAITED final chapter of power of music! Yay! I am so sorry it took so long to get this up. I didn't realize how long it had been until now. Last post was in September! wow... I apologize for that. The months just kind of snow balls in my writer's block, not just for this story, but all my others. I am really trying to finish them all. I just have two more to complete, and those two both have chapter guides with the way i want the story to go...\

Anyway, Im rambling. this has a little bit of, for lack of a better word, passion. I would not call it smut, because it's just a little making out. AND i don't want to get your hopeful fans all excited, but i may even include an epilogue for this story, but I am not entirely sure i will be able to accomplish that. i want to complete my other fics first. ANYWAY ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.

The Power of Music
To Forgive is Divine

Much like the first time Jesse drove Rachel to the Berry residence, the car was filled with a heavy deafening silence. Rachel was still fuming; constantly replaying the events of her fight with Finn on the blank canvas of her closed lids. Her hands cradled her head calmly as the rage continued to cause slight tremors through her entire body. She swore her vision was tinted red as she watched Finn's face contort into a grotesque monster again and again. So blinded in her anger, Rachel completely missed the ironic emotional contrast sitting on the opposite side of the black Range Rover.

Jesse was blissfully happy. Sure, he just lost his summer job. His lip was cracked and caked with dried blood. The flesh on his knuckles was torn, while the attached fingers sported a red dripped pattern. One that matched perfectly with the left side of his face; the eyebrow above was split open and starting to swell, but the smile on his face was almost manic. Jesse could care less about the pain, or the bruises, or the lack of employment. He was ecstatic for one reason: Rachel Berry, the very woman next to him, stewing in an almost hulk like rage, just announced to a full parking lot that she loved him.

Okay, maybe she said it to her now ex-boyfriend in a fit of rage, and not directly to him, but they say in the heat of anger the truth comes out. And that loud truth, however misdirected, was just thrown into the atmosphere. She loved him. Not Finn. Not Noah. Not anyone, except him. Jesse St James. He was almost glad that the car ride was in silence, because he needed to take some time to process this amazing news, and act a little less smug about it.

Glancing over at Rachel, he took note of the tear tracks, evident between the tint of crimson on her left cheek. His fists were clenched, the skin on her knuckles tight and white. The hair once tied up in a neat pony tail was now starting to come undone. Her eyes were burning a hole through the glass of his car's windshield. But she was gorgeous; absolutely, breathtakingly, beautifully enraged.

Her signature diva passion was causing a glow to circle her. Like a halo or a homing beacon. All he wanted was to pull over and kiss her just as passionately, but to honest he feared a slap right now. He did not want to cross her in this state, for fear of physical pain on his already damaged face. She was too far gone in her anger currently, she was border lining on explosive.

It was, however, not the reason he, wordlessly, let her guide him into the house looking like a bloody hooligan. Nor was it when he sat the instant she placed a stool down in her washroom. His vision consumed by her movements, watching intently as she gathered her first aid kit and a wash cloth before filling the sink with warm water. He can even say, that the reason he stifled the smile as he heard her mutter aggressive comments directed towards Finn, was not that she was frightening in this tantrum.

No, she instilled fear in him, but a fear of rejection. She may have admitted her feelings to his rival, but she was yet to fully come to terms with it. If she had, wouldn't she have said it to him? It was a question that raced through his thoughts, even with his blissful excitement over her confession.

Jesse figured he should handle it like a band-aid. Ripe it off; fast, and painless. The sooner he found out for sure, the sooner he could move forward. She had just finished wiping all the dried blood off and was placing a damped gauze pad on his eyebrow when the anticipation finally became too much to bear in silence.

"Do you really still love me?" Jesse's voice was strong, but beneath it, Rachel heard the wavering nerves. The realization finally dawned on her. She had said it out loud in the parking lot. Damn, she let her rage get the better of her. Again. And now Jesse knew her feelings for him. It was a slip that could completely destroy the foundation she wanted to rebuild. Something she wanted to keep hidden, from him especially. But before she could think much further, Rachel cleared her throat, finally getting her medicinal actions back into working order.

"You heard that?" She asked in response, avoiding the question as she secured the bandage on his eyebrow with medical tape.

"Kind of hard not to when you are shouting it," the infamous St James smirk was in place for that comment. More like shouted it to the heavens, she thought as she replayed the event in question.

"Yeah, I guess you are right," Her shrug was her attempt at being nonchalant about the whole situation. So was bringing the damped cloth back up to attend to his lip. But Jesse seemed to be having none of that, as he grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"So, do you?" Dropped from his gaze, she began to study the blood splatter on his white shirt. Her courage and resolve was shaken as she pictured his potential rejection. This time without the eggs.

"Yeah," She said sheepishly, the heat rising to her cheeks. Jesse gripped her chin within his fingers, bringing her big doe eyes to meet blue ones, and she found her courage once more. "I do."

"Why?" This was the most important question Jesse had. He did not deserve her love, not in the slightest, of that he was sure. So why? God why did she settle for him? "After everything, I don't deserve it." He added, trying to get that point across to her. They sat in a silence for a few more instants, Jesse watching Rachel as she thought for a moment, waiting for the answer. The anticipation turning his stomach with both hope and dread.

"No," she hummed in contemplation, "No, you're right, you don't deserve it." Her tone was sharp and simple and his stomach dropped.

"Then why?" Jesse pressed, his heart silently screaming to know, but his head was trying to reel him back in. Patience, a virtue he never fully got the hang off, but he might get hurt after all. So he swallowed nervously, watching Rachel's eyes, locked with his, softened as a smile graced her lips.

"Because it's love," her answer was simple, just like before and he just leaned back a little in the stool. She could not possibly think that explanation enough. "I can't see my life without you Jesse." Her fingers came up to slightly stroke the skin of his cheek, the fearless confidence she was showing earlier starting to dissipate. But that was all he needed.

The instant the words left her lips, his crashed upon them, heavy with desire. She responded with zeal, sliding into his lap as the passion built between them, becoming a wildfire of emotions. He could taste his bitter iron blood mixing with her sweet strawberry lip gloss. But there was more, something uniquely Rachel, dosing his palate, drugging him into absolute submission.

His hands gripped her hips as they moved against him, the grinding friction too fluid to be anything less than natural. A moan escaped her lips as he took in her breath and gave her his. His tongue battled against hers, causing his head to dizzy with pleasure as her hips moved again. It was then he pulled back, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks.

"I love you Rachel Berry," his words were clear and absolute, although muffled by her lips.

"I love you too Jesse St James." Resting his forehead against hers, he took in the beaming smile that stretched across her lips, and how her milk chocolate orbs turned dark with lust. His hitched before leaning in for another heated kiss.

"I'm not letting you go this time," he groaned against her lips in between kisses as she eagerly built the passion.

"You better not."

Well there you have it. The last chapter. Hope you like it, and thank you for all your kind words.

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