Late Night Talks

Jesse's POV

When I woke up it took me a few minutes to recognize where I was. I am in Rachel's room. I gently rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My neck was sore from sleeping against the headboard; I was still in my clothes from yesterday? What time is it? I looked toward Rachel's clock on the nightstand. 1:30 the blue green numbers flashed. Ugh 1:30 in the morning…. I shifted, my chest felt light; I looked down. Where's Rachel? I quickly looked around the room. I saw that her balcony door was open. I craned my neck to see a small figure leaning against the edge. I rolled out of her bed and stretched. I quickly walked into her closet looking for something to wear rather then a black button down shirt and blue jeans. I found some pajama bottoms and a muscle shirt from my side of the closet. I quickly pulled my clothes out, walked out to the balcony and stopped to stare.

Rachel stood gripping the railing of the balcony. The moonlight lit her face lighting up her pale skin. I could tell she was trying not to cry. I also saw her lips moving, I strained to hear what she was singing.

"Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart, is the only way for destiny. Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts, is the only way now for you and me

Though it's the hardest thing to say," she sang softly. My chest ached, a dull throbbing. Great, I am hurting her again. It was no question to which she was singing for. Finn. I sighed.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her small waist. She jumped about a foot in the air with a strangled yelp.

"Did I scare you?" I asked unable to stop the smirk that played on my face.

"Not really." She said smoothly. I snorted. Yeah right.

She sighed and shook her head, as if trying to clear it.

"What were you singing just now?" I questioned. She sighed.

"Say Goodbye by S Club 7" she answered in a hush tone, almost like she was ashamed.

"Why? Are thinking about leaving? " I joked, trying to get Rachel to smile.

"I wish." She mumbled. "No actually, I was thinking about my confrontation with Finn today. I mean not that I don't care about your well being, it's just that Finn and I have been friends for several years, we dated in high school and that was it, then half way through senior year we decided that we would be better off friends. I had no idea that he had feeling for me, even if I had known it wouldn't have changed my feeling for you…." She rambled.

She is nervous. "Why are you nervous Rachel?"

She huffed. "I am not nervous. I am just answering your question, which you asked. Just because I choose to tell you my reason for doing so does not mean I am nervous." Okay

Rachel's POV

"Jesse?" I asked. "I feel like part of my heart died." I told him. "Finn and I have been friends for a long time. He was there when you broke my heart; he helped me pick up the pieces. It's hard for me not accepted that he wont be in my life anymore, not because I love him or have any romantic feeling for him, he is one of my closets friends. Quinn, Noah and him are the only ones I talk to from high school." I said in a quiet rush. Jesse was silent.

"Rachel, I know how you feel." Jesse said just as quiet.

"You do? " I questioned.

"Yeah, that was kind of Andrea and I's relationship before she turned into a witch." He said.

I was shocked. "You and Andrea Cohen were friends?" I asked. My mouth hanging open.

He shrugged. "We were best friends until we were accepted into Vocal Adrenaline, for awhile there I thought our costumes were possessed, it took me awhile to realize that was always Andrea, that the hard, jealous, and evil creature was her, was her personality not the spotlight." He explained.

I mulled this new piece of information in mind, as I did so I involuntarily shivered. I felt his arms draw me closer to his body. As soon as my body connected to his I felt warm. He was always warm. I shivered again.

"Lets go inside." Jesse suggested already walking back into the warmth and comfort of my room, effortlessly pulling me with him.

As we reentered I let go of his hand and blindly stumbled toward to closet.

"Rachel? What are you doing?" asked Jesse as he groped in dark for her bed and running into it with a painful thump.

"Changing into something suitable." Was my quick reply as I stripped out of the jeans and shirt I had been wearing the day before and into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top that hands had landed on?

As I walked out of the closet and to the bed, not before I managed to catch my toe on the edge of the frame, I fell haphazardly into the bed. I was still cold and anxious to get under the covers. With one quick motion I threw off the covers and hurriedly pushed my body under the warm blankets. I continued to wiggle my way under, not being able to escape the cold; I began to shiver so hard that my teeth started to chatter. Suddenly warm arms engulfed my trembling body and pulled me into Jesse's iron chest. He was so warm. Way warmer then the blankets and me combined. I burrowed closer to him tangling my feet with his and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Cold feet! Cold feet!" Jesse chanted as I pulled myself impossibly closer. "Cold are you?" he asked sarcastically.

All I could do was nodded against his chest. I heard him chuckle. The sound making his chest vibrate, his arms wrapped tighter around me. We fell into a lulled and relaxed atmosphere, but his breathing told me he was still up,

"Jesse." He sighed.

"Rachel, as I enjoy talking to you we need to sleep. Please? I want to hear what you have to say but can't it wait until morning?" he pleaded.

"I nodded against his chest and felt him relax again. I pressed my head against his chest and feel asleep to the rhythm of his heart.

I could get use to this.