Rachel skipped up the steps of the auditorium stage. Oh brilliant! The AV club had a free last period too! She did have an audience, even for rehearsal. "Oh! Uh, members of the audio-visual club, I might possibly sing this song at prom and when I'm done rehearsing, I'd like your feedback. Tell me whether I was brilliant or simply outstanding."

She placed the sheet music on the piano. Before she began to sing, a feeling filled her. A feeling she knew well. It was one she always got when a performance was not about to go as planned. She always had been a little bit physic. Normally, she would have found the source of this feeling before beginning, but since this was just a rehearsal, she put on her best show face for her audience and began.

There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringing me out the dark

And then, Rachel Berry heard the voice she never expected to hear again. Or atleast until high school was over and that voice was her male lead. The voice that was supposed to be in Los Angeles, California at the University of Los Angeles, California. The voice that was supposed to be far, far away. The voice that was supposed to make her heart beat faster because she was angry, not for any other reason.

Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling

Rachel reined in her emotions, replacing her show face, before spinning around to see the face that almost made her crumble once again, but she held strong. The show must go on after all.

We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one of you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all, it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
You could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.

Rachel glared at Jesse St. James from where they stood across from one another. How dare he interrupt her performance? He of all people should know how important rehearsals were to her and all future and current performers. She was not going to acknowledge that his voice added another level and new emotion to the piece.

"It's good to see you again, Rachel." And now he interrupted her inner monolugue!

"Jesse...what are you doing here?" Not that she cared about the answer. It didn't matter. Nope. She didn't care.

"As it turns out, the university misunderstood my talent. They seemed to think that I was there for something other than my triple threat singing, acting, and dancing talents." Jesse huffed, "They were so unnappreciative."

"Wait..." Rachel's eyes widened as it dawned on her what he was implying. "Did you get kicked out?"

"I mean, how was I supposed to know that I was actually supposed to show up to those other classes at school? I was majoring in show choir. I just assumed it would be like at Carmel and the school would get some Asian kid to take Math and English and Scientific for me." Jesse threw his hands up in the air.

"That's awful." Rachel mumbled. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She attempted to keep a hold of her anger she held for him, but she felt it slipping away as sympathy took it's place. Jesse turned his gaze back to her, eyes burning into her.

"I came back to see you, Rachel. What I did to you, it's my one great regret." Rachel could tell how truthful he was being. No actor was good enough to put that much emotion into their eyes, besides, she knew him well enough by now to see through any lies that he might throw at her.

She still could help how bitterly it came out.

"Yeah. It was kind of weird. When one day, you were telling me that you loved me, and then you were inexplicably throwing eggs at my head the next." Jesse looked like he expected it though, a sadness coming across his face. He sighed.

"I know, I know. I traded love for a fourth consecutive national championship. It was a bum deal. For a first, maybe, but for a fourth, no way. I've come to make amends." She smiled slightly at him and he returned it easily, then paused, "So...what are you doing for prom?"

"I-um-I-" Quinn sighed, leaning her head back against the wall and sighing. Artie made his way over to her, stopping next to her.

"You don't have to talk to me if you want. We still have a half an hour until school ends and glee starts. I have a free period." he explained when she looked up to him.

"I don't." she sighed. They dropped into silence again.

"I was just curious, because you came in here like you were running from someone." he stated nonchalantly, risking a side glance to her. She was staring at him, so he was forced to look back. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Quinn sighed again, obviously seeing something in his eyes that made her decide to share.

"Shelton scared me. I didn't want to be with him...romantically...and he didn't like that." Quinn said, "And then I hit him in the face...he didn't like that either." Artie laughed, and Quinn's lip twitched as she looked up to him. It was kind of funny that her, a girl who was probably half this football player's size had hit him and got away with it.

"Alright girl!" Artie held his fist up, and Quinn hesitantly returned the fist bump, before smiling at him. "You okay?" he checked one more time.

"I'm perfect." she assured him.

R & R. Not sure if it was because I offered three oneshot chances, but I had monster amounts of reviews last chapter. gleeluvver (an anonymous user, so I might have problems), Sinfully Sined (a very faithful reviewer), and ShezzaMezza (another very faithful reviewer), so you three can either PM or review your oneshot ideas if you'd like! Can't wait to hear from them!