A.N. #1 Sorry for the wait for this next chapter, I've been busy but I'll try to update ASAP * warning there is some Finchel, but its necessary for the story... Dont hate me!* Special thanks to AmyLeigh88 for her help. Love ya!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, If I did St. Berry would not only be endgame but forevergame.
"Audition"
Rachel's POV: The Summer has been wonderful, and the new school year has started. Finn and I are back together and things could not be going better. Matt moved, so we need to recruit new members to compete this year. We sing "Empire State of Mind" during lunch to try to lure new members. Finn notices someone and tries to get him to join. I myself find someone in the restroom of all places! She is Sunshine Corazon, a new student from the Philippines who is an amazing singer. Shes too good actually. As soon as I hear her sing I can't fight the urge to join her and show her what Rachel Berry is made of. I put on my show face and sing the next line I tell her that we are looking for new members to sing in the chorus, so that she wont get any crazy ideas of getting any solos during glee club.
Finn gets the boy he saw earlier during lunch to audition and we now have a new member of our club, Sam Evans. He is perfectly content with being in the background, which is fine for me. Sunshine asks me about auditions after school and I can't help it, I know its selfish, but I think of my dreams, and I know if Sunshine is in our glee club I won't get as numbers and I need them for NYADA. Glee is my only outlet and I can't have that taken away from me, so I send her to a well known abandoned crack-house. Mike and Tina find out and tell the Glee Club. Mr. Schue. gives Sunshine a chance to audition, and she does, however she tells Mr. Schue. that she doesn't feel safe around me and declines. The Glee Club all hate me (except for Finn, but he is disappointed). I go to the auditorium and think about everything that has happened in the last year. I think about the relationships I share with everyone in Glee club, how they couldn't understand my drive, my goals, my love of song and theater and then I a thought came to me out of no where, Jesse was the only one who truly understood that side of me because he has those same aspirations. Wow. I haven't really thought of Jesse since Regionals. I thought about how he looked that day as he sang "Bohemian Rhapsody" all broken hearted, and another thought had entered my brain, maybe Jesse only did what he needed to do to live out his dreams? I still don't condone what he did because it did hurt but I can understand it, if that were the case. I get to the auditorium and sing "What I Did for Love" from " A Chorus Line" as it expressed my feelings, as I seem to be ruled by them more often than not.
I go to sleep that night and am now consumed with thoughts of Jesse, I dream of him that night, reliving the day that he egged me. I have had this dream before but it is different, before it was more of a nightmare, as I thought of his betrayal and the poor baby chicks that were sacrificed, but now it is more about Jesse and not his actions, I see only his face not the actual act. I also hear his words to me more clearly, the inflections in his voice, the hurt in his eyes. I wake up confused. Why am I thinking of Jesse? I rationalize that it just residual guilt over Sunshine and push those thoughts aside. I am with Finn now. I will not cheat on him, he has been so good to me.
Jesse's POV:
After three long months, I finally start school at UCLA and I do what I always do in times of emotional distress, I throw myself into my work. I have met some amazing people. My showchoir professors are incredible and the competition here are talented but nowhere near what it would be in New York. My roommate is a really funny guy named Brent. He is a theater major, so of course we got along famously. Its near the end of my fall quarter when he asks me about my love life, I tell him the truth: I was dating someone but it ended badly and I wasn't ready to date. He says that I was over exaggerating and that I needed to get back out there. I tell him all the gory details. I tell him about Shelby, the egging, and after I'm done he lets out a long whistle and says "that's rough" and suggest that I get back on the field so that I can get over her because "Your like three thousand miles apart, and shes in high school its not like your gonna see her anytime soon." I had to admit it made sense, so I asked out some girls from my classes. What could it hurt?
I go on my first date since Rachel one week later, with a girl named Janice. She was also a freshmen and looked completely different from Rachel. She was tall, blond, with piercing blue eyes that reminded my of ice. She was just as cold. I tried to have fun, I really did, but all that left me with was a hangover the next morning. Brent was laughing at me when I stumbled into our dorm that night, and asked "Guess it was a bust?" That was an understatement. I went on a good share of dates more during the next quarter, all ending in the same fashion, me going home alone. How am I supposed to go get over Rachel when all I do is compare everyone I go out with to her? I have gotten a reputation at UCLA as a "heartbreaker" just as I had in Carmel. Brent keeps telling me that I should use that heartbreak to get girls. "Girls eat that shit up, C'mon Jesse you should know better than anyone that acting stems from your experiences. Use it. You'll be getting girls in no time." "Maybe your right," I conceded. I go out on one last date before Winter Break and lets just say that Brent wasn't totally wrong about girls. Who knew? But I still didn't bring a girl home. "What happened? Didn't my advice work?"asked Brent with a confused look on his face. "Yeah, your advice worked," I said. "A little too well..." I tell him everything, how I told her that I was still hurt over the breakup with Rachel. Then"Total Eclipse of the Heart" came on jukebox causing me to cry. Not my finest moment. Brent was laughing hysterically saying that it was and I quote "Classic". I tell him that the girl had kissed me as she hugged me in an effort to comfort me. "It freaked me out man," I tell him. It was too much to soon. I felt as though I had betrayed Rachel somehow. He tells me that I'm crazy but tells me to give it a couple months more then try again. "Why we are friends?" I ask him. "Because we're both two arrogant sons of bitches who know what they want and go for it, and oh yeah,I kick ass!" I laugh, "That was rhetorical you idiot!"