Disclaimer: Whatever you think I may own, I don't. EXCEPT for my wild imagination, which is thoroughly played out within this chapter.

Author's Note: I'll be breaking down the 'question and answers' into multi-chapters; each chapter will feature questions and answers as well as requests by one reviewer each. So, everyone gets a turn. This chapter features questions by the first reviewer of Chapter 10, which is FromTheBrain. She had amazing, entertaining questions and I hope I paid them justice through Rachel and Jesse's responses. Though, I had to rephrase the 'drunk!Jesse'-related question because I feel that that incident between Rachel and Jesse was something that no one else knew but them. So, it would've been odd that a random fan knew about it.

Well, there's nothing left for you to do but read, enjoy and review =)

TAKE ONE

"Hello, I'm Rachel Berry and that..." the young starlet sat in a red armchair as she gestured over to the strapping, young man sitting in the other armchair beside her (separated only by an end table between them), "... is Jesse St. James." The said twenty-six year old nodded to the camera with a smooth smile.

"We're here to answer your questions... Bear in mind, that this is the first time we're actually seeing these questions. Thus, it's basically all very, very unscripted," Rachel explained, clad in her flowy chiffon pink top, dark jeans and high-heeled boots as she left her hair straightened down her shoulders.

"So, let's see how it goes," Jesse concurred readily; he himself was dressed in a plain white V-neck tee-shirt layered with a dark blue plaid shirt (rolled up at the sleeves) along with a pair of faded jeans.

"Alright, here we go... the first few questions are from 'FromTheBrain' a.k.a. Tanja..." Rachel looked up to grin into the camera as Jesse raised a hand in acknowledgement. "Tanjaaaa..." he dragged out the last syllable of her name, keeping a straight face on before breaking out into an easy smile. She began to read the question.

"After all that had happened between you two since high school, how did you manage to find each other again and fall in love?"

"Did we really 'find each other again', per se?" Jesse maintained the genuine smile on his face as his brow furrowed curiously to the girl next to him.

Letting out a short laugh, Rachel shook her head slowly. "No, definitely not. I mean, I knew he was in New York and I was in New York... but, at the time, I didn't really have any intention of, you know... rekindling our romance," she explained to the camera before her voice trailed off into a giggle as she caught the look on Jesse's face, who pressed his lips together in mock sheepishness.

It was short-lived as he too let out a deep chuckle whilst rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I think we kind of convinced ourselves that we were high school news. But, we kept running into each other again and again..." he began before Rachel interrupted him with a knowing smile on her pretty face.

"You were stalking me," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone, prompting him to break into another chuckle.

"Wait a second, no... This is a horrible rumour we're starting here..." Jesse managed to utter in between his laughter, reaching over to cover his girlfriend's mouth with his hand.

"YES, you did. He added me on Twitter the red hot second we parted after running into each other for the first time in the, uh... the subway, yes," leaning backwards, the brunette grinned as she got her word in edgewise to the camera whilst dodging his hand.

"As common courtesy," Jesse retorted with a cool smile, letting his hand drop to her lap.

Subconsciously taking his relatively large hand in both her tiny ones, Rachel let her eyes shut in pensive recollection before they opened once more. "But, it would explain the coincidental meetings we had together (I'm guilty of being an avid 'Tweeter') after that... including the 'Spring Awakening' audition," her voice grew airy at the last sentence, casting a dreamily triumphant look in his direction.

He paused thoughtfully before his eyebrows rose in realization. "You know, that's funny... because I wasn't supposed to be at that audition in the first place. I had been rehearsing and researching for 'Melchior' very diligently for a pretty long while. Then, my agent calls me and says the audition's been postponed for another day," he paused dramatically, glancing to Rachel who stared at him while listening intently with a smile on her face (apparent that this was the first time he had really explained the story lengthily).

"Turns out it wasn't. I find out at the last minute. I literally end up running across New York City (okay, at some points within the journey I did) and into the audition room; my mind's going crazy, I'm sweating bullets, I'm thinking I blew my shot... then I find Duncan Sheik and Steven Sater sitting there; they go 'Jesse, you're right on time. Come on in'," he gestured with his free hand as the brunette by his side's smile grew a little as she knew what part was coming next.

"The audition was the love scene in the hayloft, which then transitions into 'The Guilty Ones'... and I find Rachel Berry in her 'Wendla-esque' dress there on stage. And the rest is pretty much history," Jesse finally turned his attention from the camera to his said Wendla, smiling softly as he stared down to her.

He was of course referring to the fact that they two had exploded onto the scene four years ago (both in Broadway terms as well as pop culture) through 'Spring Awakening'. They kept everyone guessing about their relationship on whether or not they actually had one. It became a hot topic and when word got out that the two started dating (after a long, long wait), the musical drew in more and more of the younger generation. Thus, the term 'St. Berry' was born.

"It was the hardest audition I've ever been to," Rachel arched an eyebrow to the camera, earning a loud, hearty laugh from Jesse as he threw his head back against the couch cushion. She was honestly at her naughtiest when she was with him.

Allowing his laughter to die down, he cleared his throat in mock seriousness. "Alright, alright, alright... Roll in the next question!"

"Jesse, many people tend to make poor life decisions when drunk. Have you had any similar experiences in your personal life?"

"Unfortunately I can answer that for you because I knew you back in the day," Rachel continued, smiling cheekily across to Jesse's sheepish expression as she pointed a casual finger to him.

"You've seen me wet," he sighed.

"I've seen it. I had the full-body experience, so to speak. Though, not like that," she quickly added the last part, realizing how misconstrued it came out.

Grinning, Jesse arched an eyebrow teasingly to her. "Then, how is it like, Rachel?"

Laughing brightly, she nudged his shin with her toe. "Just answer the question, St. James!"

Rubbing his hands together, Jesse sat up a little straighter in his chair. "Well... I've made a great deal of poor decisions while over-served. That is why I don't drink as much anymore," not really wanting to get into his problem with over-drinking from back in his teenage years, the St. James offspring reached over for the cup of water resting on the end table beside him. Realizing it was empty; he showed it to the camera. "See? I don't even drink water," smirking, he gave a shrug. "I'm extremely dehydrated. But, you gotta do what you gotta do, y'know," he added as Rachel's laughter was heard in the background.

"When was the first time you slept together? How was it? Rachel, what did you think of Jesse's body the first time you saw him naked?"

Jesse was interrupted by the brunette's loud yelp of surprise before they broke out into another fit of laughter. Rachel covered her face with a throw pillow as her shoulders shook from her uncontrollable giggles.

"Wow. Let's get right to it, Tanja," he reread the question on the letter, the grin still on his face as he shook his head slowly. Removing the throw pillow from her face, Rachel's face was bright red as the remnants of her previous giggles rode out its last wave.

"Baby, you're the master of description between us," he rested his chin against his palm whilst propping his elbow up on his knee, signalling that she be the one to take the question.

"Oh, my God... he's enjoying this, I know it," she spoke to the camera, pushing her hair back out of her face as she leaned into her seat comfortably. Chuckling, he too looked to the camera and nodded in total agreement. There was a slight pause as Rachel contemplated her words carefully.

"It just happened one night... and it was beautiful."

"Come on, Berry. You can do better than that," Jesse murmured challengingly, keeping his eyes on her (his face was the perfect picture of 'calm').

"Um..." she bit the tip of her finger thoughtfully, maintaining her gaze with Jesse. "It was New Years' Eve. We had just had a fight that morning didn't we?" Rachel glanced to her boyfriend who simply nodded in reply.

"It was a horrible fight, but I can't really remember what it was about right now. Anyway, I remember feeling so bad that entire day. I mean, I cancelled all my plans because I just knew I would've been terrible company. So, I stayed in," she played with the denim material of her jeans as she spoke. Jesse stared at her hands as they moved together with her words.

"I felt really poorly that night. I was watching Regis on TV during the countdown. Mind you, I still got dressed up for the occasion because... if I were in just a hoodie and sweatpants, I may have thrown myself out the window due to sheer depression," she allowed a tiny laugh to sneak in whilst tucking a dark lock of hair behind her ear.

"And so... there I was, alone in my apartment with a flute of champagne, all dressed up for nothing and as I'm watching the celebration for the appearance of a new year... my doorbell rings. And it's Jesse St. James," the brunette looked over to Jesse while he maintained his gaze upon her hands as they were placed in her lap, a discreet smile growing on his handsome face.

"I remember what you said... you said, 'I've been waiting eight years to give you a midnight kiss. I don't plan on waiting a second longer'... and he did. Then, that's when it happened," Rachel concluded, smiling serenely to the camera.

"And it was... how was it?" she asked him softly.

Taking her hand, his smile was small; almost like a secret he kept only for her. "You were beautiful. I remember thinking, at the time, how I had never, ever seen you or anyone for that matter, look as beautiful as you did that night," he uttered intimately, his voice a low timbre.

Returning the smile, she leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "But, you definitely had a lot to live up to. Because we both waited for four years. So, yeah... a lot of hype and tension had built up by then," she added when she pulled back. Jesse smiled, bemused with her additional statement. "But... he pulled through. Definitely pulled through," Rachel continued breathily as she looked over to the camera, her face growing warmer at the memory.

"And the next question..." her voice trailed off into a nervous, little chuckle as Jesse sat upright in his chair almost immediately. He crossed his arms over his solid chest, watching her with mock intent. Watching his antics, Rachel's awkwardness escalated whilst blushing profusely in the midst of her nervous laughter.

"It's a good question," he offered, a lopsided smile on his face.

"Isn't it, though? Gosh," drumming her fingertips against the armrest, she wondered how to answer the question as delicately as possible. Realizing she might as well be honest, Rachel simply shrugged.

"I remember thinking his hard on looked as though it was going to take over the world."

Jesse laughed loudly at hearing that, clapping his hands slowly and surely at the brilliantly explicit choice of words by his ever-unpredictable girlfriend.

"So... well done," Rachel stifled her giggles expertly, feigning formality while nodding to him as a judge to a contestant would.

"Thank you," the remnants of his chuckles rode its last wave as he managed to play along with her tone of voice.

"Do both of you still keep in touch with your old show choir and show choir coaches?"

"Definitely. One of them being someone I just can't seem to escape, as much as I try to do so. One Nick Mitchell; very good friend of mine... Until he started dating my lovely, kind sister some three years ago. So, I had to kill him," Jesse sighed in all seriousness to the camera.

"Yes and he comes by as a ghost for dinner every couple of weeks," Rachel joined in with the joke seamlessly.

"It's horrible," he added, his lips pressed together in a tight line.

Laughing lightly, Rachel continued "I do keep in touch with my old glee club mates and my old coach. I still even have my 'New Directions' T-shirt. We've been through so much as a team; we're somehow interconnected through bonds that are hard to break. In fact, Kurt Hummel, I think most of you all know already, used to be a teammate of mine in 'New Directions' and we meet up all the time here in the city. He designs so much of what I wear to premieres and things. It's great," she grinned, referring to the fashion designer/entrepreneur of the moment that is Mr. Hummel.

"Yeah... and my old show choir coach, Shelby Corcoran has always been a huge influence to me professionally. So, I owe all my success and my outlook on the business to her, really. And although Rachel didn't grow up with her, she is her biological mother. Thus, in some way or another... Shelby's been a part of our lives as long as I can remember and continues to do so," Jesse turned to look at the brunette beside him as she smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Where is the most public place you have had sex? How was that experience?"

"I thought we were safe already, what with the 'show choir mates' question and all," Rachel laughed incredulously.

Jesse pondered at the question in amusement. "Full insertion or foreplay? Coz' I've got stories for both."

As her laugh bloomed heartily, the brunette placed her palms on both her cheeks. "Our parents are absolutely glowing with pride right now. The next family reunion's going to be fantastic, for sure."

He snickered, running a hand through his wavy hair before scratching the side of his face in thought. "'Jesse and Rachel's sexcapades' happens to be great for dinner conversation."

Swatting his arm lightly, she suggested, "We answered 'full insertion' just now. So, go with 'foreplay'."

Looking up to the camera, he smirked. "See how naughty you've made my once-sweet Rachel, Tanja. I should fly you over here for some more tips on that," he raised an eyebrow confidentially before looking to the letter and back up again, trying to recollect a story that stood out the most. Finally coming up with one, he stifled his laugh with a snort.

"Oh, this one's bad," the young 'stud muffin' (as 'Teen Vogue' had referred to him as) glanced to his now-housemate, a dangerous lilt in his voice.

"Which one is it?" she asked quietly, a small smile playing on her soft lips.

"The airplane one," he answered, his voice lowering suggestively.

Rachel's eyebrows shot up in alarm. "Nononononononono..." she shook her head profusely, but Jesse wouldn't have any of it. It was too late anyway, now that the golden word of 'airplane' was out.

"It was on an airplane. The name of the airline will remain unknown... for legal purposes..." his voice trailed off into a light snicker before continuing again.

"But, it didn't happen in the lavatory. First of all, even that's a little too cliché for our taste. And secondly, they were all occupied at the time," he recollected slowly, his smile growing more and more scandalous as the memory became clearer in his head.

"We were really... I don't know how to put it. What was wrong with us again? We were..." he was interrupted (rather helpfully) by his partner in crime.

"We were horny," Rachel confirmed, looking to the camera in a matter-of-fact way.

"We were horny," Jesse shrugged in agreement before sharing a meaningfully amused glance with the brunette.

"I don't know what it was... but, I needed to have her. In some way. But, there was nowhere we could go and there was about ten hours left of the flight. So, I get the complimentary blanket from the overhead compartment, I cover both of us up with it and..." at this point in his explanation, Rachel was biting her bottom lip furiously in a mixture of embarrassment and pure, unadulterated heat.

"... No one notices where my hand goes for the next half an hour or so," Jesse smirked knowingly, his attention now on his girlfriend's face.

"We almost got caught several times," she returned his smirk with her own, her voice lowering slightly.

His smirk grew into a sexy smile.

"That's because you're vocal when you have an orgasm. And you were vocal several times," he replied quietly.

"I remember," she answered softly, sucking in her bottom lip.

"Good," Jesse murmured, placing a long, languid kiss on those luscious petals of hers (both momentarily forgetting about the camera. The guys in the editing room were going to have a ball with this footage).

"Are there any plans for a St. Berry baby?"

"What are you doing, Tanja?" Rachel pleaded, though she laughed boisterously at the personal questions coming left and right.

"There's like a Frost/Nixon vibe going on here. Very intense," Jesse joked, shifting in his seat as he raked his fingers through his brown hair once more.

They both paused for a brief moment before Rachel cleared her throat.

"You know... at this moment in time... it's a little early for that, I have to say. What do you think, honey?" she spoke carefully before turning to look at the man beside her.

"Yeah... I don't think the world is ready for a St. Berry baby yet," he agreed, interlacing his fingers with Rachel's.

"The title itself sounds awesome, though. 'St. Berry Baby'," she smiled casually over to him.

"Kind of like a superhero, right? Or a comic book character," Jesse joined in, steering the issue in a more light-hearted direction.

Rachel broke out into a musical giggle as she shrugged in nonchalance, "Yeah."

"Rachel and Jesse, who are your favourite members of 'The Beatles' and why?"

"Ringo Starr," the brunette answered automatically.

"How come?" Jesse asked, leaning into his seat to face Rachel even better.

"The drummer's the backbone of any band. He keeps the beat and the others follow his timing to the songs. The fact that a drummer is so relevant and can still be stuck at the back of the band onstage... it shows great talent and star power. Very admirable," she explained easily. Perhaps that was why she had been attracted to Finn (he was a drummer, after all) after breaking up with Jesse back in high school.

"Plus... how often is Ringo Starr the answer to that question? The man deserves some props," she added as an afterthought, watching the distinct expression Jesse always gave when she went on a lengthy rant. It was hard to explain... sort of like a cross between an amused smile and a curious squint of his hazel eyes.

"Oh man... My answer's pretty generic. It's gotta be John Lennon, in all honesty. The man is a definite icon. And in some ways I can relate to him. Growing up, I never had an established relationship with my parents. They were, for the most part, absent in my life and I can relate to John as he himself went through a somewhat similar predicament," he answered, taking on a serious undertone in his voice.

"And the songs he wrote are still so incredibly relevant and they remain timeless to this day. One of my favourites is um..." he smiled, furrowing his brow as he tried to recall the lyrics to 'Mother'.

"Children, don't do what I have done,

I couldn't walk and I tried to run,

So, I got to tell you,

Goodbye, goodbye..."

As he sang that short verse softly, he did so while looking to his girlfriend as she stared back at him, affection and adoration within those expressive brown eyes of hers.

"I love you," he mumbled after a short silence passed between them.

"I love you too, baby."

"So, we've come to the last of Tanja's questions," Jesse spoke to the camera, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees.

"They were great questions. Uncomfortable... but, still great," Rachel crossed one leg over the other as she smiled warmly to the said camera.

"Thank you for sending them in. It's been a pleasure hearing from you, Tanja," Jesse gave a light smirk, adding his trademark wink for good measure. Hey, anyone who could keep reminding Rachel of their wild sex life was at the top of the list in his book.

"Hopefully, our answers were okay and we sincerely hope that you continue to take interest in us and our respective careers because really... we have our fans to thank for practically every good fortune that comes into our lives. So, thank you again, Tanja" Rachel smiled brightly, giving emphasis on that last sentence of hers before blowing a sweet, little kiss to the camera.

CUT

Author's Note: Any answers given by Rachel and Jesse up there worthy of a separate companion piece (for further elaboration)? Mention it in your review! Until next time, guys! I'll see you in Mitchie007's (Michelle) chapter, which is the next one I'll be publishing soon. (I'll still allow questions to come in... terms and conditions STILL apply, don't forget).