Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Just my overactive imagination.
Author's note: Thank you so much to Mitchie007 for submitting awesome questions! I had tons of fun writing this chapter.
As you all may know, there is a sex question in here... So, be forewarned of language, innuendos and foreshadowing of wild lovemaking. (By the way, Janet Jackson's 'That's The Way Love Goes' is super HOTT. N' Sync's rendition is just as yummy; you should SERIOUSLY check out the music videos and picture the sexiness that is Jon/Jesse while listening. Just sayin').
And as for the answers I've given (with the light back stories as well), I just wish I could see such publicity for them in real life. It would be enjoyable.
Well, I guess there's nothing left for you to do but READ, ENJOY and REVIEW.
Have fun, beautiful people!
TAKE TWO
Rachel took a swig of water from her Evian bottle. She watched Jesse fiddle with the camera from where she sat. Even after all these years, she still smiled inwardly whenever his 'cute tushie' (as her sweet grandmamma called her boyfriend's derriere) came into clearer view as he moved around in those jeans of his. It was hard to grow tired of him.
"Baby, would you like to know what I think?" she voiced, wrinkling her nose slightly as she turned her attention to the camera.
"Always," Jesse smiled in amusement as the word rolled off his tongue sarcastically. He knew better than to turn down an opinion from Rachel Berry.
She made a face to him before indicating to the red light that blinked on the side of the camera. "I think we've been recording for the last five minutes."
He lifted an eyebrow and reached around to check before affirming that she was right. "I'm guessing five minutes worth of cuss words to the camera isn't what the fans want to hear," he uttered jokingly, making his way back to the armchair beside her.
"Probably not," the brunette ingénue smirked as she unfolded the next letter on the coffee table. She turned to look to the camera, maintaining the genuine smile on her face. "Hi, everyone! It's us again. We hope you're still watching as we continue to answer the questions you've submitted. We're going to move on to a letter sent by Mitchie007, also known as Michelle," Rachel prattled off easily, the bubbly lilt in her voice never wavering.
She was always excited when it came to addressing her fans. It was something she had been preparing to do all her life. She was made to have a following. Hell, sometimes a thought crosses her mind, saying: she wouldn't even mind having a cult dedicated solely to her. It was a good thing Jesse was around to keep her... sane.
"We'll start with the first question from the lovely Michelle," Jesse drawled easily, his gaze on the camera cool and collected before he turned to look to the letter in Rachel's dainty hands.
"Rachel, what do you love about Jesse?"
"Gosh, what do I love about Jesse?" the young starlet repeated the said question in deep contemplation before inclining her head to meet with his hazel eyes. Pressing his lips together, he simply gave a light smile as she paused to look at him properly. She then looked to the camera, knowing her answer almost right away.
"His soul. It comes out right through his eyes, his smile... and everything he does. He's amazing. Inside and out. Not that he'd ever admit it," Rachel spoke eloquently, saying the last sentence with a teasing smile as she stole a glance to her boyfriend whom had watched her speak. Jesse shook his head with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
"I never think of myself as the guy with the halo around his head," he stated casually, returning the brunette's smile with his own. He was of course, referencing the performance 'Rachel Berry: Broadway Sweetheart' had given during his twenty-fourth birthday celebration. She had gone up on stage and performed a Beyonce favourite: 'Halo', dedicating it to the birthday boy. Due to said performance, Jesse got up there at the end of it to kiss away his girlfriend's tears (all the while, masterfully holding back his own with a deep, reassuring laugh to make the tiny brunette feel better).
"I'm far from perfect. But, I will agree with your notion that I'm pretty good-looking," Jesse added jokingly, steering the conversation in a light-hearted direction. He was always good at doing just that.
Rachel allowed a soft giggle to escape her rosy lips. "He's a good guy. He just makes sure that no one knows it," she stated with cool finality, enforcing her assurance with a wink to the camera.
Jesse simply gave a smirk, revealing nothing further to add.
The St. James offspring had earned his reputation as 'The Bad Boy of Broadway' via Times magazine with good reason. Sure, he worked hard and had achieved a hefty lot at such a young age. He had been in a few plays, starred in a few small movies, became one of the youngest to receive a Tony nomination for his role as 'Melchior' in Spring Awakening... and he was just getting started. Hell, he had even been named one of the 'Top 50 Hottest Young Bachelors' on E!
He also made sure to play hard as well. So, granted: there were a few fires to put out here and there. Thus, such a nickname was given to him. He didn't mind the image, but he definitely didn't let it define who he really was.
And 'who he really was' was the guy who spent all his nights and days off with Rachel when Leroy Berry was in the hospital (due to a heart attack).
He was the guy who made sure all his off days were spent making sure she was taken care of (seeing as she spent all her time taking care of her dad and no one else).
He was the guy who made sure that Leroy Berry got his whole-wheat toast and absolutely no steaks whenever Rachel wasn't able to get a day off from work (he'd make sure he could so they would alternate).
He was the guy whose shoulder Rachel would cry upon hours on end in the privacy of a secluded room (because heaven forbid; she would NEVER let anyone else see her break down except for Jesse).
He was that guy with Rachel. And he didn't mind having no one else know about it.
"Jesse, what is one of the things that Rachel does to turn you on?"
"Breathing," the young actor answered in mock seriousness as he folded his arms across his solid chest.
Rachel groaned from beside him. "Come on, Jesse! Don't fool around," her voice escalated a pitch. She took her fans very seriously. And she was always eager to please them, making sure they were satisfied with whatever she (or in this case: her partner in crime) had to give.
Snickering, Jesse couldn't help but do so at the fact that Rachel missed the whole point of the question. The point being: her as the focal attention. And not in the way she was used to. Sexy secrets or scandals and she didn't usually come together. This was probably why the fans went insane once the first shred of gossip that surrounded him and her blew into the wind.
Video tributes started popping around on YouTube to songs such as 'Good Girls Go Bad', 'Rude Boy', 'Hot Mess'... every generic 'bad boy and good girl' song you could name from the top of your head. Most of them loved the idea of them together; some hated it. But everyone agreed on one thing: 'St. Berry' was one of the catchiest titles since 'Brangelina', 'TomKat', or even 'Spidey' (shudder).
"Let's see... This is hard because I need to choose from practically a whole list."
"Liar," she gave him a glare, thinking he was just teasing her now.
"I swear... Just give me a second," Jesse's smirk spread into a relaxed grin as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"It better not be some repulsively lurid light you're painting me in, mister."
Sending her a mischievous grin, he leaned forward in his seat casually. Elbows resting on his knees, he began to speak to the camera.
"Rachel here has Astigmatism, so she needs to wear her glasses whenever she's reading or using her laptop. Anyway, we get bills every month and are required to pay rent like every other respectable human being in New York City. So, every month we'll sit at our dining table with all the bills and papers and things. She would have her glasses on and I don't know what happens... I just lose my mind..." pausing to steal a glance to his girlfriend's pretty face, he took note of the faint blush that painted her cheeks as she bit down on her bottom lip lightly whilst watching him.
"Rachel's a meticulous girl. So, she'd be sitting there, totally absorbed by the documents and God... the moment she starts punching in figures on the calculator with her pencil, that's it. Everything ends up on the floor," Jesse made a light sweeping motion with his hand, as if it weren't that big of a deal.
"The first time he swept everything off the table, I was really peeved because I had arranged everything perfectly. Everything was in the appropriate pile. Paid. Unpaid. Categorized. Uncategorized. Error. No errors," she listed, gesturing to the left and right as she mentioned each category (which was really her niche, to be honest).
"But, after the third time... I realized it was going to be a monthly tradition of ours, so I embraced it with my heart wide open," her voice trailed off into a light laugh because by 'heart', she obviously meant 'legs'.
"Y'know... our guests aren't going to want to sit at that table anymore after this," Jesse uttered in amusement as he leaned back in his seat. Rachel could swear he was taking full pleasure out of horrifying the stuck-up guests they occasionally received in their home once they watched the unscripted interview that was to air on YouTube (the edited version, of course).
Excitement dawned upon her delicate features as the petite girl turned to the camera, clapping her hands happily. "IKEA!" was all she had to say in that sing-song way of hers and you just knew. Rachel Berry loved shopping for furniture and ornaments to decorate their apartment with.
Jesse was, however, less enthusiastic whenever she managed to drag him along to pick out materials for their couch and bedspread or even the cute, plastic cutleries she'd get in bulk (to mail some to her fathers). No doubt another trip to the said furniture store was now in the agenda. Mission: to get a new dining table. Jesse knew he was going to regret bringing up the idea once Rachel corners him to choose between teak and pinewood (because really? He has no fucking clue what the difference is).
"Do you plan on getting married? And if you are, do you plan on having kids?"
The two remained quiet as they exchanged secret smiles. After seconds and seconds worth of sending silent indications that the other be the one to take the question, Rachel finally cracked up at the exaggerated-panicky look on her boyfriend's face.
"Jesse St. James, are you really going to just love me and leave me alone with this question here?" she demanded once her giggles were under control, tossing her glossy hair over one shoulder.
Even the holder of such a strong, charismatic name knew he needed boulders between his legs in order to answer such a question with utmost confidence that he and his lady love were on the same page.
"No, you know what... I have never met anyone like Rachel Berry. She's beautiful, sexy, intelligent, special... insane even. And I love her deeply," he began, looking into the camera. Jesse was discreetly (even uncharacteristically) a little shy about professing all this to basically the entire world in the comfort of their own home.
Rachel quirked a crooked smile, jutting her lower lip out slightly in a pout (touched by his words). "I've always loved him..." she stated simply. At that, Jesse reached for her hand and tugged it lightly. Receiving his signal with a small laugh, she stood up and allowed him to pull her petite body onto his lap.
"It really evolves and grows more and more every day because we've undergone so much together..." she continued as she settled comfortably against him, looking as though she was a little girl asking for something from Santa. He felt a smile grow upon his handsome face, watching her facial expressions as she explained everything almost scientifically. Explain their chemistry.
God bless science.
"... and it's great to have my bud there with me through it all," Rachel shrugged her slight shoulders, looking to him as one of his hands rested across her lap and the other upon the small of her back.
"I genuinely think this woman is a certified angel. I mean, I have fucked up quite a bit in the last twenty-six years..." Jesse's voice trailed off a little as the brunette in his lap reached up to tug the collar of his tee-shirt disapprovingly.
"No you haven't," her voice displayed a smorgasbord of total disagreement as she shook her head.
"Yes, I have. At least I did before I met you again. And that's just it. You've brought nothing but life to me. And I can't imagine spending it with anyone else," his fingers traced concentric circles on the small of her back as he spoke to her and only her, voice only just above a murmur.
Rachel grinned in response before placing a soft, intimate kiss upon his lips. Revelling in the familiarity of it, they broke apart before it could get too heated (the red light was still blinking on the side of the camera, after all).
"You know, if that had been a proposal; it would've been a romantic, highly poignant speech you gave there," she sighed teasingly, straightening the front of his white tee-shirt.
Jesse furrowed his brow deploringly. "I should've saved it for the actual thing," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone, arching an eyebrow up to the gorgeous girl above him.
Rachel laughed musically. "I think you'll manage to top yourself when the time comes... Hey, did you notice the mention of 'kids'?" she brought up the rest of the question, her eyes bright with amusement and (was that excitement?)
The charismatic young gentleman underneath Rachel Berry did nothing but smirk in reply before offering his two cents. "Yes. And I think, in all seriousness, we should turn this into a drinking game. You know how much I love seeing you hammered," he answered suggestively, pulling her more securely upon his lap.
The brunette couldn't help but allow another boisterous giggle to pass through her lips. "Throw back a shot at every mention of the 'St. Berry Baby'?" she offered, guessing the rule to his suggested drinking game. Jesse's smirk transformed into a genuinely humorous smile.
"I think it would fare well at the bars. They'd make a fortune on E! alone."
"What do you like to do to each other in bed?"
Laughing heartily in unison, they were fully realizing the impact of the 'open to any and all questions' condition they had agreed to. Granted, editing was still going to be done later on and they did have some say in what was to be cut. But, it was still slightly creepy to talk to a camera about their sex life. Creepy... and kind of exhilarating. In a somewhat sexy way (just being able to talk about it without feeling like a prude).
"Kids, cover your ears," Rachel lifted her head from its position against her man's shoulder.
"You too, Mr. and Mr. Berry," Jesse added, prompting another round of laughter on the twenty-four year old girl's part.
"Gee, I don't know how to answer that without sounding like a perverse braggart," she fretted after a moment's silence of deep thought. Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she looked over to Jesse as he drummed his slender fingers lightly upon her lap.
"Then just answer like one. Look at me," he joked that he himself was a perverse braggart. He was fine. Vintage Jesse.
Rachel paused, looking down to her lap as a sheepish smile grew upon her face. She already felt a light blush begin to decorate her defined cheekbones from just thinking about it. Looking up, she avoided his eyes as they searched her face in cool contemplation.
"I like... I like being on top, actually... because it's such a challenge to gain the upper hand with him. He makes 'feeling dominated' feel really good almost immediately... So, it takes a lot of will power and stamina to get him to stay put underneath. And just being able to hold the reigns every once in a while feels great. Not to mention: I get to see the every look, every expression on his face so much clearer..." her tentative, lilting voice trailed off as she cleared her throat. Stealing a glance to Jesse's face, she caught sight that he was staring at her with slightly parted lips.
"Is it warm in here?" tossing her hair out of her face, her voice escalated a pitch yet again as she turned her attention to the intimidating camera.
"Rachel, don't stop."
Blushing furiously at the smoky tone behind Jesse's voice, the brunette shook her head whilst turning to look at his illegally enigmatic smile. "No, no, no... It's your turn!"
"The 'Alphabet Game'," he answered without a shred of hesitation.
That shut her up.
Pressing her lips together, Rachel pretended to be interested in lint on her boyfriend's shirt just to hide her heated face from the eye of the camera.
"And for those who don't know what the 'Alphabet Game' is... it is the act of 'going down on a woman'..." Jesse explained as a teacher would to a lesser student, speaking to the camera only to be interjected with a laugh from Rachel (due to his bluntness on the topic).
Unfazed, he continued as a charming smile graced his personable features. "... And we learn our ABC's all over again. All I do is trace the shape of the alphabet with my tongue..." he paused to look at the girl on his lap.
"But, I can'tget enough of the noise you make at 'M'. You hit notes I've never even heard of each time. It's impressive," Jesse murmured, meeting her gaze as a look of admiration flashed within his intense orbs.
"Thank you. But, our game always goes '... J, K, L, M, M, M, M ,M...'. We never make it to 'Z'," her voice grew pensive whilst staring down upon him.
"We were never really bright at alphabets even when back in kindergarten," he shrugged to the camera in nonchalance, joking of course.
"Oh, I love when we put on music," Rachel suddenly sprang out with, drawing his attention back in.
"You like that?"
"Yeah."
"Is Janet Jackson your favourite soundtrack to our lovemaking?"
"Miss Jackson. That's right."
"I see. I kind of figured when you put 'That's The Way Love Goes' on repeat for three hours straight the other night."
"Did you like it?"
"Baby, we were naked the entire day after that."
"Is that a 'yes'?"
"That's a 'fuck yes'."
"Jesse, take your shirt off."
Rachel grinned at the curtness of the order and rose from Jesse's lap to shift and sit in her own seat. Chuckling lightly, he was about to stand up and fulfil said order but decided not to at the last second. He remained in his seat, hand retracted from the collar of his shirt.
"I'm shy," he stated, feigning sheepishness. Though, it was clear cut that he was just being a straight up tease. Because it really wasn't the first time he was asked to take off his shirt. Just the other day, he (along with the rest of the original Spring Awakening cast) was on the Ellen DeGeneres show for a 'reunion' special (considering they had all fulfilled their contract and were replaced by a new batch of starlets almost two years now). And Ellen had made a joke about getting Jesse to go shirtless to which the primarily female audience responded enthusiastically. He laughed and played up the hype within the audience, but didn't actually do it in the end (it would've been in bad taste).
"B.S.," Rachel exclaimed pointedly, reminiscing that last incident on Ellen when her boyfriend was asked to go shirtless. She remembered herself being requested to teach Ellen how to tap dance, which she did. It was sprung upon her at the last second as they brought out the tap shoes there and then, with no forewarning whatsoever. But, she was a good sport and just went "Let's do it. It's go time." To which Rachel is sure, Ellen has put the said brunette on her 'favourites' list.
"There's nothing to see, Michelle. Really," Jesse attempted to smile bashfully, pulling the open plaid shirt around him closer as if he felt exposed even when fully-clothed. As if he hadn't already been caught in several paparazzi photos while shirtless and in all his sweaty, six-packed glory (the shirtless pictures would usually feature him on his daily run in the summer).
Rachel giggled at the front he was putting up. "That's such a lie. He enjoys making women cross their legs really hard," she shook her head reassuringly to the camera, totally dismissing the look of mock hurt he sent over to her direction. If anyone knew, it was definitely Rachel Berry. It had taken him almost a year to woo her back and he had definitely tried out any and every trick in the book. He never really had a problem with intriguing her sexually. It had been 'trust issues' with them in the beginning. They had worked it out... and now they would trust each other with their lives (or eggs).
"No, that isn't true. That isn't true at all," Jesse didn't bother hiding the deep chuckle in his voice.
"Just pretend this is a GQ photo shoot," the brunette smirked, referring to the recent magazine he had been the cover male of. She remembered it in particular because they had found Teen Vogue (which she was the cover girl of) and GQ right next to each other on the newsstands. She had looked amazing and totally donned the look of a young, up and coming ingénue in her Oscar de la Renta gown (one of many others) for the shoot.
Jesse, on the other hand, was now every woman's fantasy whenever she'd go to get her tyres fixed. The photo shoot was done in a workshop and he basically played the part of a sexy mechanic to a tee. The centrefold was filled with shirtless/almost shirtless pictures of him covered in sweat and grease. The article was entitled 'New Kid on the Block'... but, everyone who knew him knew for a fact that he was anything but 'new' to theatre.
"Okay, okay... For you, Michelle. I will overcome my insecurities just this once for you," he smiled slightly, a carnal look in his hazel eyes as he spoke to the camera. It was the usual photo-ready expression one would see on him in the 'Who's Wearing What' section of the tabloids. To be honest, he sometimes didn't even notice that he was giving a certain 'eye-sexing' face. In all seriousness, he would think that that was just how he looked (he remembered reminding a certain best friend of his about that fact when he first met the girl of his dreams). And right now; he was giving that face to the camera.
Getting to his feet, he shrugged off the open-buttoned checkered shirt he had on and pulled off the white V-neck tee shirt over his head. Revealing his solid chest, broad shoulders, washboard abs, biceps and all... Jesse was lean and muscular without being too bulky. Yet, it was enough to make teenage girls (and probably their moms) all over to cut up his bare chested pictures and stick them into their purses. His skin was lightly tanned from spending his off days being active and outdoors under the Sun (something he eventually got Rachel into as well... whenever they weren't doing things she liked) and slightly freckled. In short... yum.
"You're training for a Triathlon next month, right?" Rachel blatantly checked him out before her brown eyes rose to meet his gaze from where she was sitting.
"Yeah," he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously.
The petite brunette smiled like the Cheshire cat as she looked to the camera while gesturing to his body like a promoter would. "Hence," was all she said as she indicated to the top condition he was in, physically.
Jesse's deep chuckle bloomed into a full-out laugh as he reached down to pick his shirt up from the floor.
"If you were about to have a daughter, what would you name her? (Michelle, maybe? Haha)"
The handsome couple exchanged meaningful looks before cracking up. Jesse, who had put his white tee shirt back on, jabbed a thumb in the direction of the kitchen knowingly. "Should I break out the Smirnoff?" he joked, obviously referring to their previous jest on 'throwing back a shot every time someone mentions children to them'.
Rachel smiled gently to the camera. "Should we ever be lucky enough to bring a beautiful baby girl into this world... the name Michelle doesn't sound like such a bad idea," she answered diplomatically, now genuinely considering the name (for the future, of course). Though, she had always thought of equipping their potential children with elaborate names like Sequoia or Sandrine. 'Michelle' was definitely more Jesse's style.
Speaking of, said boyfriend of hers had spontaneously begun singing (as he always does) from beside her. His smooth, velvety voice resounded coolly as he started the lyrics off with his eyes upon the camera.
"Michelle, my belle;
These are words that go together well;
My Michelle."
Rachel watched him sing before looking to the camera as well. "He's still in the 'Beatles' mood," she explained, feigning a whisper to the gadget.
A smirk tugged on one corner of his lips as he stood up and offered a hand to his beautiful girlfriend. Smiling cheekily, she received it daintily whilst rising to her feet in one fluid motion. Jesse swiftly pulled her into his arms as they began swaying where they stood, attempting a waltz (with much tinier steps due to the limited space).
"Michelle, my belle;
Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble;
Tres bien ensemble."
He continued to sing effortlessly, the rise and fall of his voice matching each emotion the song required. The French rolled off his tongue seamlessly seeing as the language was practically second nature to him. Jesse lived in Paris for awhile as a kid and the language never really left him when he moved back to Ohio (plus, Madison enjoyed arguing with him in French because it sounded funnier for some reason).
Rachel tilted her head back to look up to him (as he was much taller than her) and smiled at the romanticism in his expression. Her lips parted as she began to harmonize perfectly with him (as usual).
"I love you,
I love you,
I love you;
That's all I want to say,
Until I find a way,
I will say the only words that I know that
You'll understand."
Their voices melded beautifully together and you get a gist of why they were objects of such heated arguments, forums and praise. Whenever Rachel and Jesse sang, it was romantic and enigmatic and hypnotizing... it was the pull and push of their tones; the up and down of their lilts; the rise and fall of her mezzo and his lyrical tenor... everything blended magically when they made music.
As Jesse stepped back to twirl her, Rachel grinned and shrugged, "Every time: this outfit," she sighed dreamily before stepping back into his awaiting arms. He laughed at her sudden statement and nodded down to her. "She's right," he drawled in agreement whilst addressing the viewers via the camera in front of them.
After a few moments of simple, blissful dancing, she looked up to her dance partner once more. "I think we've reached the end of Michelle's questions, haven't we?" she spoke wistfully at the fact that the current segment was over (for now).
"We have," he uttered with a soft half-smile as their steps slowed down to a stop so that they could speak to the camera, maintaining their positions in each others' arms.
"Michelle, thank you for sending in your questions. They were excellent and random and they totally brought back fond memories for us both," Rachel's voice was sweet as she beamed to the camera, speaking to Michelle wherever she may be.
"It was great to hear from you and we hope you along with everyone else, enjoyed our segment of answering Michelle (my belle)'s queries," Jesse spoke coolly, an amiable glint in his eye as he affirmed his sentence with a playful wink.
"I'm Rachel Berry..."
"And I'm Jesse St. James..."
"... Giving Michelle a shout out from our apartment in the beautiful city of New York. Adiós, muchacha encantadora!" both Rachel and Jesse spoke together as they waved goodbye to the camera.
Taking that as their cue to end, Jesse turned and scooped Rachel up into his strong arms without warning. Letting out a yelp of surprise, the brunette gasped out, "What are you doing?"
"Something I've wanted to do since that fourth question of hers," he smirked, allowing his eyes to blaze over hers with an unabashed want he unleashed now that they were alone (without the need of addressing a camera, that is).
Bringing her towards the direction of the bedroom, Rachel squealed out, "Turn the camera off! It has a microphone!" She had a feeling (from the way Jesse was looking at her) that things were going to get obstreperous (the last time he looked at her that way, even their neighbours needed a cigarette once they were done).
"We'll edit that later," he answered dismissively, kicking the bedroom door open as they disappeared from view.
Who knows? Maybe someone will get a hold of the unedited tape.
Just maybe.
CUT
Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. No, seriously, I REALLY do because I have some good news and some bad news to bestow upon you.
I'll start with the bad news first:
Firstly, I will not be accepting any more questions for Rachel and Jesse. I've closed the windows, so to speak.
Secondly, this will be my last update until December. *stands timidly as rocks begin to be thrown at her*
I know, I know, I must sound like the worst, most horrible person alive right now. But, I have some really important exams coming up soon that require my full, undivided attention. These exams will determine my future and whether or not I can obtain scholarships to attain said future. I hope you guys understand.
The good news is:
I will be up and running again early December. I WILL continue answering the questions submitted in for Rachel and Jesse, do not fret. It's not like I've run out of muse or anything because that isn't the case at all.
ALSO...
I have a new St. Berry multi-chaptered story in store for all of you! The entire story is all figured out and will be up in December.
You all will get a taste of it (sort of like a trailer/preview) soon. I'll post the 'preview' in the next chapter of this story (When Rachel Met Jesse).
It's going to be fun, fresh and full of sexy!Jesse, adorable!Rachel and will definitely involve MORE of our favourite 'New Directions' members as well as all new 'Vocal Adrenaline' members. Remember Nick and Tristan? Even Madison will be in the mix! It's a whole new plot, people. So, get pumped for some good, old-fashioned teenage drama/comedy/romance.
Think of it this way: At least there's something to look forward to, guys!
Until next time, lovelies! (It won't be too long, if you think about it.)
Look out for the preview I'll be posting up really soon!
Much love,
Broadwaybuff.