Two years later...
Jesse was wandering in his small cell, glancing at the clock every now and then. Life in jail was hard. Specially when you were 20 years old. He wanted to go out. To breathe fresh air again. To have friends again. To go to parties, to meet girls. He wanted to get back everything he had lost. He still couldn't believe how brave Rachel was. He'd never suspect that she would tell the police.
Rachel and Finn were in their car, driving to the police station. They both had moved to New York, and moved together. The couple had agreed that visiting Jesse would be polite and considerated.
"We'd like to see Mr. Jesse St James." Finn informed to the woman behind the desk. She nodded, looked at some papers and then made a gesture, indicating them to follow her.
"Jesse St. James, you have visitors." the officer told him, and he frowned. The only visitor he had recieved in the past two years was his mom. And she had left a couple hours ago, so there was no way it was her. He stared at the officer, until Rachel and Finn came walking.
"You? YOU?" he started kicking everything near him. "You two. The people who put me in this fucking cell. You have the nerve to come here?" he yelled.
"Calm down, St. James." the policewoman told him. He didn't oblige, though. He continued kicking things and yelling swears at them. Rachel just stood there and blinked, whilst Finn answered him a couple of times.
"What do you want?" he spat, after being warned that they'd put him handcoffs if he didn't calm down. Rachel looked at Finn, and started speaking:
"Nothing. Well, I mean, we thought it'd be polite to come." she looked down "You know? You're her because of me." Finn shook his head.
"No. That's not true, Rach. He made terrible things to you." he whispered, loud enough for the officer to hear. She rose her eyebrow at Jesse, and he tried to defend himself in every possible way.
"Okay, I didn't steal a bank... I hit her." Now, he was looking down at the grey and dirty floor, while another officer walked by. He stared at the situation for some moments, but then continued walking.
"Uhuh, so you're ashamed? You should be, I mean, but you need to face what you've done, man." she said, and the couple nodded.
"Well, I don't want to stay here much longer so..." Rachel started, but Jesse cut her off.
"Wait, I... I'm sorry, okay? I was fifteen and really I had no idea of life. Trust me I've changed. Would you, um, forgive me?" he continued looking at the floor, as the words hit Rachel.
"No." she spat "I mean, of course I've moved on and all that stuff, and I can talk to you but I can't pretend anything happened. You've hurt me, maybe more than you think, so I'm afraid I won't forgive you." Finn grabbed her hand and they went away as Jesse whispered "okay."
"Do you remember that day? Oh God, it was so funny!" Quinn bursted into laughter, and Puck couldn't help but join her too. They were sitting on Puck's couch, watching some boring reality show and remembering the day Puck had asked her out.
"It wasn't that bad." he defended himself as Quinn continued laughing. She opened her mouth, but instead of words, more laughter came. She nodded, to express her opinion someway.
"Well, I just stained my shirt and your blouse, and burnt the food, and..." he started, but she, who had stopped, interrupted him.
"And let's not forget that you burped in the middle of the 'will you be my girlfriend' question?" she said as more laughing came out. She was touching her stomach, because it hurt.
"Well, but luckily you agreed." he smiled. She nodded, again, and then kissed him on the lips.
"I love you, Puck." she said once their lips were parted.
"I love you, Quinn." he responded and kissed her again. They lay down on the couch, and Puck took her shirt off. Months later, an adorable baby girl named Beth was born. The Puckermans were an adorable family, and so were the Hudsons, who years later, finally agreed on having a child. Well, it was suposed to be one, but instead two lovely twins came to the World.
When Jesse came out of prison, he married a woman he had met on a party, and lived quite happily. He still felt some guilt, be he had promised himself not to hit a woman - or anyone - again. He had a son, and moved to Canada with Hailey (his wife).
We can all say they lived 'happily ever after', but that seems like fairytales, doesn't it?
