Author's Note: Since I've had so many questions regarding the title of the fic and if it will actually become part of the story, I thought I'd go ahead and clear things up for those who didn't ask the question but may be wondering. The lyrics in the song influenced this fic more than the title. It's just a title. I do not plan on having an unplanned pregnancy be the deciding factor in whether or not Rachel and Jesse leave their partners for each other. I want the decision to be made out of love, not obligation. Again, thank you to everyone who has reviewed and given me some great ideas. I love the reviews so please continue to let me know what you think!

Jesse woke up the next morning thinking that the night before had all been just a dream, but when he felt Rachel stir in his arms, he knew it hadn't been. He smiled as he listened to her snore softly as she continued to sleep. Their night together had been better than anything that he could have ever imagined. He closed his eyes and breathed her in as he tried to go back to sleep to stave off the coming day. To stay in their little bubble just a little while longer.

He slowly drifted back off again as he continued to listen to her breathing, relishing the feel of her warmth in his arms.

An hour later he woke up again to find an awake Rachel watching him sleep. "Good morning," she said softly, smiling at him. "You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."

"Good morning," he replied, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm so glad you're still here." He ran his fingertips along her bare arm that was exposed above the comforter which elicited goose bumps on her skin.

"Why wouldn't I still be here?" she asked him, leaning up on her elbow and looking down at him.

"Regrets?" he offered.

She leaned down so their lips were almost touching and replied, "Never." She kissed him slowly to emphasize her statement, teasing his tongue with hers as he deepened the kiss and threaded his fingers through her hair. After they pulled apart Rachel laid her head down on his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "I want to stay here with you all day. Call in sick to the show and actually make love to you rather than having to pretend in front of an audience full of people."

Jesse placed a kiss on top of her head. "So do I," he agreed. "But we can't. Plus, what would people say if we both called out sick a couple of days into the show's run?"

"We'd be Page Six fodder. Scandalous," she said, giggling slightly. "How are we going to do the love scene tonight?" she asked, beginning to wonder if people would be able to tell that they had actually been together just by the way they performed onstage.

"Rach, no one is going to suspect a thing," he reassured her. "Except maybe Thomas who's known that there is something between us for awhile now." Rachel looked up at him with wide eyes. "He would never say anything," he added quickly. "We've been friends for years. He would never do that to me."

Rachel relaxed in Jesse's arms as they continued to enjoy being close to each other. Her body ached from all the times they'd had sex the night before, but it was a good ache. The type of ache that made you feel completely satiated but also left you wanting more. "We should probably get up," she finally said, but didn't move a muscle.

"We should," Jesse agreed, but also continued to lie in the bed with Rachel in his arms. Sighing and realizing they better start moving he finally said, "How about I make breakfast and you can take a shower?"

"You won't be joining me?" she pouted, looking up at him.

"Tonight," he said huskily, trying to ignore the way he was hardening at the thought of taking a shower with her right now.

"Are you sure?" she asked seductively, reaching below the sheets and gripping him in her hands. She stroked him a couple of times, teasingly.

"God, Rachel," Jesse moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow. Then she pulled her hand away and slid out of the other side of the bed. "Really? You're going to do that and just leave me here?" he asked in disbelief.

"You can come join me," she said mischievously before disappearing into the bathroom.

Jesse groaned in frustration at how painfully hard he was. He listened to the water in the shower turn on and a minute later he heard Rachel begin to sing. He smiled as he listened to her sing then started laughing softly as he realized she was singing "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid. He sighed heavily as he wished that this was his life.

"Jesse," he heard Rachel sing-song his name from the shower. Why he was still laying in bed when she so obviously wanted him in that shower with her was beyond him. He threw back the covers and quickly walked into the bathroom to see Rachel under the spray with her eyes closed, still humming, as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. He opened the glass door and stepped in as quietly as he could.

Jesse grabbed the sides of her waist, and startled Rachel, as he stepped under the spray with her. "I knew you couldn't resist me," she said, running her hands up his chest and snaking them around his neck.

"Your voice was like a siren calling me," he teased.

"The acoustics in this shower are wonderful," she replied innocently, as she stood under the rain shower head. "You should try it sometime."

"Yeah, I'm not really thinking about singing right now," he said, pressing himself against her. She gasped in pleasure as he backed her up to the shower wall, so that the water was only beating on his back now.

Rachel hooked her leg around his hip in response as she felt him rub against her. Suddenly his mouth was on hers and their tongues were dancing as Jesse pushed into Rachel, filling her completely. He placed one hand on the stone wall of the shower for purchase as his other hand rested low on her back.

Throwing her head back with an "Oh my God" and closing her eyes, Rachel gripped Jesse's shoulders as he plunged into her deeply. Her back beat against the wall roughly with every thrust. She and Jesse were like a couple of horny teenagers that just couldn't get enough of each other. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had sex so many times in less than a day. Hell, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had sex this many times in an entire week.

Jesse kissed his way down Rachel's neck, scraping his teeth along her collar bone which elicited a deep moan of pleasure from Rachel. He held her lower back even tighter as he drove into her and felt her one leg that was planted on the floor start to quiver from her impending orgasm. A few more quick thrusts and Rachel was crying out as she came while Jesse continued to thrust into her. Feeling her clench around him as she rode the wave of her orgasm sent him tumbling over the edge right along with her.

They both stood unmoving against the wall for a moment, not trusting their legs to actually hold them up if they tried to walk. Jesse finally kissed his way up Rachel's neck until his lips met hers. Still trying to regain control of his breathing, he pulled back and looked at her with a smirk. "You weren't kidding about those acoustics," he said, grinning and winking at her.

Rachel sat on the kitchen counter, clad only in one of Jesse's dress shirts as she drank her cup of tea and watched him cook breakfast. She couldn't stop smiling. She was happy. Completely and stupidly happy. She pushed the thoughts of why it was so wrong to be this happy given their current situations to the furthest reaches of her mind, content to save those for another time. Another day.

She pulled a blueberry out of the bowl sitting next to her on the counter and popped it into her mouth. "Who knew you would one day turn out to be so domestic," she said as she watched him make Belgian waffles.

He turned around and narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll have you know that I have been a great cook since I was a kid," he told her, walking over to her and standing between her legs.

Rachel felt her heart do a little flip with the way he was looking at her, as he rubbed his hands along the tops of her thighs. "Oh, really?" she asked. "Didn't your parents have a housekeeper that cooked all of your meals?"

"Who do you think taught me how to cook," he replied, planting a kiss on her lips before he grabbed a blueberry out of the bowl and walked back over to the waffle maker to check on the waffle.

Just then Rachel heard her phone ringing in her bag where she had left it the night before. She froze for a moment as she thought that maybe it was Donovan calling her.

"Are you gonna get that?" Jesse asked, turning to look at her.

"Um, yeah," she said, jumping down off the counter and rushing over to her bag. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Kurt who was calling her. She slid her finger across the screen to answer the call. "Hi, Kurt," she said in greeting.

"Hi, Kurt?" he asked, clearly annoyed. "Rachel, where in the hell are you?"

She looked over at Jesse who was watching her. She wasn't sure if she should tell Kurt that she had spent the night at Jesse's or not. She mouthed to Jesse whether she should tell Kurt that she was at his place and Jesse just shrugged in response and mouthed sure.

"Rachel? Hello?" Kurt's irritation increasing when she didn't answer him immediately. "Am I just talking to myself here?"

"I'm at Jesse's," she blurted out.

"You're where?" he asked, wanting to make sure that he had heard her right.

"I spent the night at Jesse's," she told him.

"Rachel…" Kurt began.

She cut him off before he could say anything more. "I don't want you lecturing me, Kurt. You promised. No judgments."

Kurt sighed before responding, "You're right. I'm sorry. So you're okay?"

"I'm better than okay," she told him, unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face as she looked at Jesse who had turned his focus back to the waffle maker again.

"Good," Kurt said, simply. "You know I'm not on Team Donovan after what happened opening night."

"Kurt," Rachel warned, not wanting to discuss any of that.

"I'm on Team Rachel because you deserve better than that." She had to smile at that. "If he calls again tonight –"

"What did you say?" Rachel asked, keeping her voice low as she turned around and walked further into the living room.

"He called last night, wanting to talk to you. He said that he'd given up trying to call your cell phone since you haven't returned any of his calls and that he was hoping that I would help him out. Get you to talk to him," Kurt explained.

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him that you are my friend and when you are ready to talk to him that you'll call him, but that you didn't have anything you wanted to say to him at the moment," he finished.

"Thank you," she said, wanting to reach through the phone and hug her best friend. Not for lying for her because she actually felt bad that he was even put in that position, but for standing up for her to Donovan. "I'm sorry you had to lie for me."

"Don't worry about it. I would have told him the same thing if he would have called and you were sitting right next to me," he said. "So, how long are you going to be staying at Jesse's for anyways?"

"Just tonight. Isla gets back tomorrow evening," she told Kurt quietly.

Jesse couldn't help overhearing Rachel's conversation with Kurt. He felt a small pang of guilt for wishing that his wife would stay in Paris forever. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy and he knew that some of that would disappear once Isla returned home. But that was his reality. He wasn't married to Rachel. They didn't live together. They weren't free to do everything that they had done over the last twelve hours but that hadn't stopped them.

"Is it okay if I come get my stuff in a little while," Jesse heard Rachel ask. He heard Rachel laugh softly, "I promise we won't. Okay. Yes, I have my key, dad. Thanks, Kurt. I love you too." Jesse was glad that Rachel had someone like Kurt in her life. Someone she could confide in and trust completely to have her back.

"Everything okay?" Jesse asked as Rachel came back into the kitchen, setting her phone down on the counter before walking over to stand beside Jesse and wrap her arms around his waist.

"Yep," she said, sighing softly as Jesse wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "Are the waffles done because I'm starving and they smell delicious."

"They are. Go sit at the counter and I'll make you a plate," he said as he let go of her, smacking her butt playfully as she walked away to go sit on the other side of the island which caused Rachel to giggle. Leaning her head on her hand, she smiled dreamily as she watched him move around the kitchen.

"So did I hear you right? Are you staying here tonight?" he asked as he set the plate with a very large waffle, fruit and whipped cream in front of her and one for himself right beside her.

"If that's okay," she said, looking up at him hopefully.

"Of course it's okay," he replied, kissing her on the lips before he sat down next to her.

"So will you go to Kurt's with me so we can get my stuff and drop it off here before the show?" she asked, before biting into one of the most delicious waffles she had ever tasted.

"Sure."

She draped one of her legs over his as they continued to eat. "I made him a promise though." Rachel looked over at Jesse trying to suppress her grin.

"And what would that promise be?" he asked as he lay his free hand on her leg and rubbed his thumb back and forth absentmindedly.

"That we won't have sex in his apartment," she confessed, now grinning fully at him.

"I think I can keep that promise but based on the way you're smiling at me right now, I'm not so sure you can," he teased.

"Oh, please, Jesse St. James. You're not that irresistible," she quipped playfully.

"I beg to differ," he retorted with a smirk. "Especially now that you've had my waffles."

"They are pretty good," Rachel conceded, taking another large bite.

"I know," he said with a triumphant grin as Rachel gave him a little shove.

After managing to only make out a little at Kurt's, Rachel and Jesse dropped her things off at Jesse's before heading to the theatre. Jesse threaded his fingers through Rachel's as they rode in the back of the cab in comfortable silence.

Squeezing his hand gently, she looked at him and smiled before placing a lingering kiss on his lips. "Are you absolutely positive that our personal involvement isn't going to effect our performance tonight?" Rachel asked as she leaned her head against Jesse's shoulder, remembering their conversation from earlier in the day.

"We're professionals. We'll be fine," he reassured her, kissing the top of her head. "We'll just do it the way we've done it so many times before."

"No funny business, Jesse St. James," she warned him. "I know you. No tongues, no unscripted touches or thrusts." He couldn't help but smile at her small list of demands.

"If my memory serves me correctly, I believe it was your tongue that somehow found it's way into my mouth on opening night," he whispered in her ear.

"That was…" Rachel really didn't know what to say to defend herself. He was right. He had yet to slip up like that. Well, unless you counted him being hard and aroused as he had rubbed against her during their love scene.

"Like I said at breakfast, I know I'm irresistible. You couldn't help yourself," he reminded her as she felt his tongue trace the shell of her ear before he kissed her neck just below her earlobe.

"Jesse stop," she breathed out. "We're almost at the theatre."

He did as she requested but not before he took her face in his hands and whispered against her lips, "Good luck not breaking your own rules tonight." Then he kissed her passionately, leaving Rachel speechless as he pulled away from her. She didn't even have time to respond as the cab pulled up outside the theatre and they both got out.

Rachel had fought the urge to go to Jesse's room before the show. It wasn't because she wanted to have a quickie before the show, although she wouldn't have had a problem with that. She just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. She knew that they weren't going to have many days like today in the near future, and every time the clock ticked she saw precious time slipping away from them.

Just like she had opening night, Rachel stood on the opposite side of the stage from Jesse watching him. He looked over at her moments before he was going to take the stage and winked at her. Rachel smiled back warmly at him as they just continued to stare at each other from across the stage.

As they performed, Rachel felt the chemistry between them more than she ever had. Their characters' first meeting felt electrically charged. When they sang together, the connection between them was stronger than ever. She hadn't really been concerned with all of the stuff before the love scene, so the little differences in that night's performance versus the day before was no big deal.

The moment of their love scene arrived and Rachel felt her heart begin to race. She knew she was a great actress but what if she slipped out of character once she got caught up in the love scene? What if she said his name and not his character's? She reminded herself as their lips met to not let Jesse win the little challenge that he'd put her up to. Everything had gone perfectly up until the very last moment of their love scene when Rachel lost herself as their characters kissed passionately and she once again ended up slipping her tongue into Jesse's mouth. She cursed herself as Jesse pulled away with a smug look on his face.

She really hated to lose.

Rachel was in her dressing room, clad only in her bra and panties as she looked in her dressing room mirror and took off her stage makeup, when the door opened and in walked Jesse. "You need to learn the art of knocking," she admonished playfully, as she eyed him in her dressing room mirror.

"Now where's the fun in that?" he asked, a mischievous grin on his face as he came up behind her planting his hands on either side of her on her dressing room table. He kissed her neck as their eyes locked in the mirror.

"I'm mad at you," she said, trying to keep her composure as much as she could as his hand snaked inside her bra and cupped her breast.

"Why are you mad at me?" he asked, resting his head in the crook of her neck and shoulder with an innocent look on his face even though he was currently rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Because…" she began, but then his other hand came to rest on her lower abdomen as he pulled her back into him and she could feel how aroused he was. A moan escaped her lips, unbidden, as he thrust against her.

"Could it possibly be because you were so turned on by me during the show that you broke one of your own rules?" he asked huskily as he continued to move against her. "What did I tell you earlier?" He moved his hand lower on her abdomen until she could feel his fingertips lightly brush just beneath the top of her panties.

"That you're," she gasped as he slid a finger inside of her. "Irresistible," she panted.

"Exactly," he said, before he stepped away from her, leaving Rachel with her mouth gaping as she looked at him.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked incredulously. Surely he wasn't just going to leave her standing there completely turned on and not at all satisfied. He wouldn't do that, would he? she wondered.

"That was for this morning," he told her with a smirk as he backed away from her.

"Jesse St. James, don't you dare," she warned as he continued to move towards the door.

"Meet me outside in fifteen," he told her with a wink. "I promise I'll make it up to you when we get home," he said just before he opened the door and walked out.

Home, Rachel thought as she momentarily forgot the lurch he had just left her in. She knew it was a natural slip of the tongue, but suddenly she felt this overwhelming longing for it to be true. She wanted it more than anything in the world.

Author's Note: Thanks to Jill Cohen for giving me the idea for them to have a little game of who would blink first when it came to their love scene during the show. :) I might have to continue it and make it the best 2 out of 3.