Rachel's POV

Walking down the halls brought so many memories. The first time I sung for glee, the slushy facials, walking with Mercedes, Kurt, and Tina. Good times. I let my fingers brushed lightly against the lockers as I turned into the all too familiar choir room. Jessie and I stood in the doorway laughing at a clearly frustrated Mr. Shuester.

Mr. Shue stood their lecturing his glee kids about the importance of being team. "We are going to need everybody at sectionals…" he stated. "But why does Diane get all the solos?" a kid wearing glasses whined. "Because I am better then you." A girl with a small lisp, who Rachel assumed was Diane, answered.

"Diane…" Mr. Shue sighed. "Let's just try to get through one song okay?" He walked back to the piano with a quick nod a Brian who was "just around".

I shut my eyes as I let music surround me as the new New Directions started singing "Don't Stop Believing" I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as the kids finished. I dropped Jessie's hands as I strode confidently into the choir room.

"Mr. Shue do you know what nostalgia is?" I asked smiling. "Rachel Berry? What are you doing here?" He asked. "I thought you were on Broadway." "SHE IS ON BROADWAY!" Diane yelled. The rest of the kids began to hurl question at me. I could barely answer them. "Calm down!" Mr. Shue called. "Rachel, why don't you show us." "Sure." I laughed. "Brian. "The Voice." Please in B flat." I asked. I closed my eyes and began to sing.

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice.

Jessie's POV

I watched as she strode into choir in the same Rachel Berry style. "Mr. Shue do you know what nostalgia is?" she asked. Mr. Shuester looked shocked to see his star singer walk back into the room. "I thought you were on Broadway?" he asked. There was a pause before the kids began to ask her a thousand questions. I silently laughed at her. "Rachel why don't you show us something." I heard Mr. Shuester say. She wouldn't say no. I knew her too well. She told the piano player what song to play. She gently sang, her body moving to the music and her facial expressions matched the emotions in the music. I followed her every movement with my eyes, willing her never to stop.

The music faded and she stopped. The room didn't say anything. She laughed nervously. "Was that okay?" she asked. "I tried to turn down the vibrato." "You were fine." I said. Stepping through the door way. Mr. Shuester's eye turned guarded as he step forward. "Jessie…" he warned. I walked into the room and took her hand. Rachel smiled up at me. "It's okay. Mr. Shue, he's with me." She smiled. Mr. Shuester nodded still unsure. "Is he on Broadway too?" the girl Diane asked. "Yes." Rachel and I answered at the same. Her laughter made me grin again.

"Well since you're here. Would you mind answering a few questions?" Mr. Shuester asked.

"We would love too!" Rachel answered as she yanked me into chair.

We would love too.

We… I smiled to myself. Perfect.