Thank you all for talking to me in your reviews. You all wanted more St. Berry, so here it is. Warning: It gets a little fluffy towards the end.

Jesse's POV

Rachel and I were watching some random reality television show when my phone rang.

"Who is it?" asked Rachel nervously.

"Hold on, give me a second, Rachel," I sighed.

"NO!" she screamed as she picked up MY phone and said hello.

"Rachel, give it back!"

"Oh, hello Artie," chirped Rachel, "No, I am not Jesse but I am his-

"Hey Artie," I chuckled after snatching the phone back. Rachel scowled at me and I pretended not to notice.

"Hey Jesse, I'm actually at the hospital. Puck asked me to call you to ask you a question," said Artie.

"A question? About his girlfriend? Why would I know anything about her that he doesn't?"

"Actually, the question is: Will you help us by annoying Quinn?"

"QUINN? IS SHE STILL ALIVE?" yelled Rachel.

"Hold on a second Artie," I said and turned to face Rachel.

"Rachel, you need to calm down."

"CALM DOWN?"

"Yes, calm down. You need to breathe."

Rachel tried to comply, but her efforts didn't exactly work.

"And by breathe, I don't mean hyperventilate. That's better."

"So, is Quinn alive or not?"

"From what Artie said she's alive."

"AND?"

"I don't know! Stop trying to tackle me when I'm talking to Artie, and I'll find out and tell you."

"I'm back, Artie," I said.

"Good. So, we need you to annoy Quinn."

"What?"

"What do you mean by what? Is that a bad thing?" asked Rachel.

Ignoring her (because it was obvious that she was just going to keep freaking out) I listened to Artie explain why I needed to annoy Quinn.

"I know it sounds crazy, but just listen. You see, Quinn's in the hospital because this big cut in her arm got infected and the infection spread through her bloodstream. She's really sick but she should be fine, by the way. But, she won't tell anyone, not even Puck, how she got that, in the words of her doctor, 'big and suspicious gash.' My extremely high intellect led me to come up with the idea of annoying it out of her, and then Puck said he thinks that you could annoy it out of her. Oh, and he says no offence."

"Tell him I say none taken, but you really think that's a good idea?"

"WHAT IDEA?" burst out Rachel, who was once again hyperventilating.

"I don't know if it's a good idea, but it sounds like fun," laughed Artie.

"While it does sound fun, you said she's really sick, and I don't want to make her feel any worse than she already does. Rachel, stop hyperventilating."

"Rachel's hyperventilating? I thought Mr. Shue not giving her a solo was the only thing that could do that. And yeah, maybe it is a little stupid, but if she cut herself, Puck probably needs to know."

"True, but still, I don't know about this."

"He told me to beg you, but I'm not really cool with that, so just pretend I'm begging you, and that it's working."

"Fine, should I bring Rachel and Beth?"

"YES! YOU ARE BRINGING ME!" screamed Rachel.

"Yeah, Quinn's not contagious and she really wants to see Beth, and I guess her and Rachel are friends now, or at least they seem to be. Tina won't tell me why they're friends all of the sudden, though. Anyways, bring them, but don't tell Rachel about this. I don't know if Quinn and Puck want her to know."

"Don't tell Rachel?"

"Don't tell me what?"

"Yeah, don't tell her. Bye!"

"Artie, wait!" I said, but he had already hung up.

"You will tell me everything, NOW," ordered Rachel.

"Sorry Rach, but I don't think I'm supposed to. The only reason I know everything is because Puck says he needs my help with something. I don't think it would be fair to Quinn if someone else was told without her permission."

"Tell me," she growled.

"No, I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."

"Tell me."

"No."

"TELL ME!"

"Calm down, Rach, you're starting to scare me."

"Jesse, you HAVE to tell me! Resistance is futile."

"Oh really?"

I thought Rachel was going to yell at me again or smack me, but for a minute or two she remained silent with a thoughtful look on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, almost afraid to know the answer.

Suddenly, her expression changed to show that a light bulb just went off in her head.

"What am I thinking about?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, that's kind of what I just asked you."

"Well Jesse, I guess I was just thinking about…

"Thinking about?"

"You," she purred as she sat in my lap and twisted around to face me.

"Oh no! Rachel you can NOT -

"Shh! You need to relax," she murmured in a seductive tone.

"This isn't going to work, Rach."

"What? You don't like me?" asked Rachel with hurt in her voice.

"No, of course I do. I love you, and you know that I-

"Good," she said and then pressed her lips to mine.

I knew that I shouldn't be giving in, but there was something about that woman. I couldn't help but kiss her back. Passionately.

"Now Jesse, wasn't there something that you wanted to tell me?" she asked while messing with my hair after we pulled apart.

"Rach, I can't-

She cut me off with her lips. Damn that woman.

"Rachel, we really should be getting to the-

Her lips crashed against mine, cutting me off again.

I didn't try to speak again for a couple of minutes. I was bent on not telling her, but I couldn't stop myself from enjoying the moment.

"Rachel-

Interruption.

"I can't-

Interruption.

"We-

Interruption.

"Tell me, Jesse."

"No."

"Yes," she said before once again, kissing me.

"Rachel…

"Please? Please, Jesse?"

"I really shouldn't."

"You know you want to," she purred right in my ear. I could feel her breathe on my neck.

"FINE! I'LL TELL YOU, WOMAN!"

She hopped off my lap, clearly done with our little make out session, and smiled.

"Tell me. NOW."

"You cheated," I accused.

"Oh Jesse, it's not exactly cheating when you're pregnant. My hormones are driving me crazy for you."

"REALLY?"

"Yes, really! But there are more important topics of discussion. TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW!"

Sighing, I told Rachel everything Artie had told me. She just stared at me in shock.

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Seducing me into telling you."

"No, not at all. And to think that they weren't going to tell me! I mean, how could they not tell ME? I know I may be annoying, conceited, and bossy, but this is vital information! HOW COULD THEY?"

In an attempt to save Artie, Tina, Quinn, and Puck from Rachel's wrath, I distracted her by asking her if she wanted to go to the hospital now. Her reply was pulling me off the couch and practically throwing me in the car. Oh, Rachel. How I love that crazy woman.