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"Our prom king is…Dave Karofsky!" Principal Figgins announced blandly as roars of cheering came from the sea of students. Karofsky smiled and put on his crown.
"And now the moment you have all been waiting for, our McKinley High prom queen is…" his barely-there smile dropped. "Kurt Hummel."
Kurt froze as Rachel's and Mercedes' mouths gaped. There was a shower of confetti raining down on the crowd as Kurt struggled to make any coherent comment.
"Kurt—" Rachel started as Kurt turned and pushed his way through the crowd. "Kurt!" she called and made a move to follow him, only for Blaine to stop her.
"No, I'll go" he said.
Rachel sighed, shaking her head. "This prom really does suck," she said.
Mercedes nodded. "First you have Finn and Jesse being kicked out, then you've got Kurt being queen. What's next?"
Quinn appeared next to them, drying her tears with a tissue.
"And now Quinn's crying because she lost," Mercedes added.
"No, Puck and I just broke up, Mercedes," Quinn supplied, wiping her eyes. "This prom is the worst."
"Can you believe this school? Why are the students so heartless? Do we inhale different oxygen than the rest of them or something?" Rachel ranted, throwing her hands up. "Look at poor Kurt! All he wanted was to be back for the team and the school makes fun of him." Her eyes frantically roamed the crowd of students.
"Just look at them. It makes me sick."
"You can't change that," Mercedes said. "It's high school. These kids are teenagers—you aren't going to get through to them. Yeah, the team may think Kurt is normal even though he's gay, but the truth is Rachel, this school likes to make fun of the minority. That's why we get made fun of."
"I just had hopes that we could grow up," Rachel supplied, patting Quinn's back as the blonde breathed out slowly.
"Anybody want to ditch and go bowling or something? Or Maybe some pizza?"
"How about both?" Santana appeared from behind, shaking her head. Brittany trailed behind her.
"I should get Kurt and Blaine first," Rachel said, moving through the crowd.
"How's your hand?" Finn asked as he brought an ice pack to his own jaw. Reynolds had decked him pretty hard, but luckily Jesse had done the same to the jock.
"I'll live," Jesse responded. They were outside the school, the prom music faintly blasting in the distance. The steps were pretty much vacant aside from the two of them and a few trashed high schoolers.
"I'm sorry about kissing Rachel when you were gone," Finn suddenly said.
Jesse shook his head, a part of him wanting to laugh at Finn's apology. Was he ever going to completely forgive Finn for trying to start things up with Rachel again? No. But he could start to move on by making some sort of amends with the guy. "That's in the past, let's forgive and forget about it," he said.
"I was wrong about you."
"Oh?" Jesse asked, surprised.
Finn shrugged. "You're a good guy for her. You're pretty much an exact match for her, although a lot of the time you look angry or annoyed—"
"I'm not angry all the time," Jesse interjected. "Just when I'm around you," he joked. The two chuckled.
"I totally get it," Finn agreed. "Hey, just promise me something."
Jesse waited.
"Take care of her. She deserves it after all the crap she's gone through."
"Finn, I love her with everything that I am. For her there isn't anything I wouldn't do—and there sure as hell isn't any other place I'd rather be without hearing her voice everyday. Rachel's so special. She's different. Stubborn. Incredibly talented. She's like me in that aspect, I guess," he said, smiling. "But she's also got a bigger heart and bigger dreams than me."
"Yeah, she's pretty special," Finn said, looking down. "And I'll accept that she loves you. I'll move on."
"Thank you," Jesse responded humbly. "You're not such a bad guy, Hudson."
"Eh, you're okay," Finn joked.
The front doors opened behind them and the clicking of various pairs of high heels filled the air.
"Jesse!" Rachel called, walking faster. Finn watched as Jesse shot up at the sound of her voice.
"Hey," Jesse said. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at Kurt who was still sporting a tiara.
"Kurt won prom queen," Rachel explained. "They all wanted to leave early to go bowling. Do you want to call Anne and Sam and see if they want to come, too?" she asked.
"If you want," Jesse said.
Finn stood up. "You okay Kurt?"
The boy shrugged. "I'm fine now, thanks to Blaine," he said, looking at Blaine with certain tenderness. "How's your jaw?"
Finn mimicked his stepbrother's shrug and held up the ice pack.
"Oh no, no. You need meat, not ice." Kurt shook his head. "What would you do without me?"
"Are you joking?" Rachel protested, her arms crossed as she glared at Giselle.
Mr. Schuester shook his head. "Listen, I think that your guys' singing is really great—but we could use help getting that extra edge. This is Nationals, guys. Competition is tough and we can use the advice of a former show choir champion," he motioned to Giselle. "And Giselle has come here out of good faith. She wants to help."
"I really do, Mr. Schuester," she said, smiling. "After I graduated I realized that Vocal Adrenaline had a great privilege being champions for many consecutive years. I thought to myself, 'Wouldn't it be great if other show choirs could experience the same thing'? So, I decided that I wanted to be a consultant for other groups so that this could happen. I love show choir."
"That's a load of bull!"
"Rachel," Mr. Schuester warned, his eyes wide. "Giselle wants to help us—we don't even have to pay her ourselves. She's an employee here at McKinley High."
"But Mr. Schue, she's from the enemy team," Finn said. "Shouldn't we get a say in all of this?"
"Finn Hudson, right?" Giselle guessed. Finn nodded and she smiled. "I've seen how you perform and may I say, you dance and sing kind of like a zombie who has to poop."
"Mr. Schue, you see? You see?!" Finn shouted as chuckles arose from the group. "She's an enemy!"
"Enough!" Mr. Schuester said. "I think this could be a good thing. Giselle, if you'd continue."
"Thank you, Will," she said a little too sweetly. "What we used to do in Vocal Adrenaline was pick a star performer and build the entire show around them. It's what guaranteed a first place performance. We didn't have to struggle to find a star player."
"And who is our star performer?" Quinn inquired cautiously.
A few murmured Rachel's name but Giselle shrugged. "We're going to hold auditions to see.
"Oh God," Tina said. "We all know this is going to be Rachel if we're auditioning."
"This is rigged!" Quinn projected.
Mr. Schuester shook his head. "Now wait a second. I still make final decisions on everything and we're going to take our time deciding who gets to solo. So I suggest you guys start preparing your material. Auditions are Wednesday," he clapped his hands together and the room began to disperse.
Rachel remained in place, though, her eyes glaring at Giselle.
Whatever this was, it smelled fishy.
The bell sounded and the club dispersed. Rachel chewed the inside of her cheek as she walked toward Giselle.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rachel accused.
Giselle threw her hair over her shoulder. "I don't know what you mean."
"Why are you here? At McKinley? Wasn't beating us at Regionals last year enough?"
The girl smiled. "Regionals was a cake walk, just so you know. As for why I'm here, I needed hours for my college application."
"What happened to your little free ride?" Rachel asked, arms crossed.
Giselle's lips twitched. "You can thank your mother for that one," she gathered folders into her arms. "I'll help you guys with the performance for Nationals," she leaned forward a little. "And I hope you get the solo just so I can watch you fall on your ass."
Rachel bit her tongue, her anger and annoyance spiking as she watched Giselle move towards the threshold.
"How's Chris?" Rachel baited boldly. She had the satisfaction as Giselle stopped short before walking away completely.
"We have to talk about this," Jesse stated as he took a seat across from Anne. They were currently in their uncle's living room, the house empty aside from the two of them and their aunt's dog who was currently panting on the couch, belly up.
"I can't. I don't even know why Rachel told you," Anne said, not looking at her brother.
"She told me because keeping it a secret would have meant she was an accomplice."
"An accomplice? I kept a secret—I didn't commit a crime!"
"If something had happened to you-If you had done something to yourself…She wouldn't have forgiven herself. She thinks of you as one of her closest friends."
"She is a good friend," Anne agreed lowly. "But I told her not to say anything because I knew you'd get involved if she did. I didn't-I didn't want you to worry about me again. I just wanted to be normal for once."
"What that guy did to you at your old school wasn't your fault, Annie. And what Reynolds did now wasn't your fault, either. Stop talking that way."
She looked down. "I just…I don't feel like myself. Ever since dad died and mom left to find work, nothing has been the same. I don't know who I am anymore," her voice wavered at the end and she used the back of her hand to wipe her tears. She was kind of pathetic crying in front of her older brother.
"And after that thing with Reynolds, I just felt disgusted with myself. My skin crawls every time I think about it. I don't feel…"
"Safe?" Jesse offered, his expression morose. He didn't quite know what to say since he'd never gone through something like this before. "Like no matter what you do, you don't feel comfortable? Like you're so mad at the world for doing something so awful to you? Like you could just scream at the top of your lungs and still have nobody hear you?"
Anne sniffled, nodding.
"I know that feeling," Jesse said stoutly. "I've been there. I went through it when I was a little boy and I went through it two more times when I grew up: once when I told our dad off and then again after he died. But you know what? I fought. I fought that feeling and I know you can, too. You're just as stubborn as me."
"But how?" Anne asked. "He's at school every single day—it's a constant reminder, Jesse. And Sam," she shut her eyes, shaking her head. "Sam. I can't even look at him right anymore because I'm so uncomfortable. I'm lying to him after I pretty much demanded him not to lie to me."
"You need to be honest," Jesse said. "You need to get help for this. I don't care about what Reynolds might do or how Sam might act after it, I just know that you need to do something about this. Moping around and destroying yourself from the inside isn't going to help anybody, much less you."
He watched as his little sister fidgeted. He wasn't sure what more he could say to make her understand that what happened with Reynolds wasn't her fault.
"I don't know how this could have happened," she said moments later. "Guess I'm a bad luck charm, aren't I?"
Jesse smiled tiredly. "No, you're a St. James. It's practically written in our DNA."
"Coach Sylvester's sister passed away two nights ago," Mr. Schuester announced grimly.
"Oh my God," Quinn said, covering her mouth. "Is there anything we can do?"
"Be there for her," Mr. Schuester answered, nodding. "She has asked me to arrange a service for Jean."
Finn stood up, nodding. "We should sing something at the service—for Coach Sylvester and her sister."
Mr. Schuester nodded. "That's very generous, Finn."
There were murmurs of agreements throughout the team before Giselle held up a hand.
"I'm not sure if it's wise to take time out of preparing for Nationals."
Finn shook his head. "We have to do something for Coach Sylvester. She's a mess right now and it's the best thing to do…"
"I'm sorry, I was under the impression that you guys wanted to win?"
"Well, we do-" Finn started.
"Then why are we getting distracted? I thought we were in this to win the whole damn thing?"
Finn looked at her as if she'd just grown three heads.
"Vocal Adrenaline members are in their third week of 24 hour rehearsals. They are on an IV drip. Do you know what happens when somebody dies onstage during a Vocal Adrenaline performance? We use them as a prop."
"We're doing this," Finn stated boldly. "Then we can go back to focusing on the performance."
"I hate her," Santana griped, grabbing a water bottle.
Mercedes sighed. "That bad?"
"She basically told me my performance was generic. Generic. Santana Lopez does NOT perform generically."
"Relax Santana," Rachel said. "I talked to Jesse and he said she's just trying to wear us down. We have to be strong about this."
"Says the girl who is probably getting the solo," Tina opinionated.
"If it worries you guys so much, fine. I won't audition."
Kurt gasped. "What?"
"I won't audition if it stops you guys from being up my butt about the solo."
"Rachel Berry…not auditioning for a solo?!" Mercedes asked dumbfounded. She got up, breathing lightly. "No need to practice Kurt because I'm about to blow this out of the water."
Rachel shook her head. This whole Giselle thing was suspicious enough and she wasn't about to add fuel to the flame.
"Holy crap," Santana finalized. "But it's Nationals."
Rachel squirmed in her chair. 'I'm…well aware that it's Nationals. But for you guys, I'll do it."
"My my. Rachel's finally being a team player!"
"I've always thought about the team!" she argued. "Now let's go see Mercedes perform."
All four of them walked into the auditorium and sat, watching as Mercedes gave her heart and soul into the number. Frankly, Rachel thought it was amazing.
Mr. Schuester clapped at the end of the song, smiling. "Wow. That… That was amazing, Mercedes. From where you began to where you are now—wow! The improvement is amazing and I loved it."
"Thanks Mr. Schue," Mercedes said.
Giselle cleared her throat. "How many times did you practice that song?"
Mercedes frowned, offended. "Um, hold up a minute. I don't practice my material. I sing with emotion. I'm in the moment. I don't need to practice."
The former Vocal Adrenaline member sighed, unconvinced. "Actually, you do. And how long did you spend on choreography?"
Mercedes gave her a look.
"Oh right, there was none. You're lazy, Ms. Jones. L-A-Z-Y."
Mercedes grumbled, flashing an obscene hand gesture and strutting off the stage. Rachel laughed and Kurt covered his mouth.
"Oh boy," Mr. Schuester said, running a hand across his face. After a few seconds, he turned to the students seated behind him. "Kurt, do you want to give it a go?"
Kurt glanced at Giselle and shook his head. "To get my head bitten off by a sociopathic show choir consultant, for what? One solo at Nationals?"
He sighed, looking at Rachel and Tina's faces.
"Ugh, fine."
How could you question God's existence
When you question God himself?
Sam shoved his textbook into his locker as snickers came from behind him. He frowned, turning and looking at the girls who stopped whispering just as he made eye contact with them.
He shrugged it off before grabbing his backpack off of the floor and shutting his locker.
"Hey," Anne said, walking up in her black dress. They were suppose to rehearse their number for the funeral in a few minutes with the rest of the club before heading straight to the service."
He smiled. "You ready to do this?"
She nodded just as two more people passed by and whispered.
"Is it just me or are people talking about us?" Sam asked.
Anne frowned, gulping. "Uh, I think it's just something that went down at prom."
"Hey Evans!" one football player said as he grabbed Sam's shoulder. "Please tell me you told off Reynolds."
"What for?" Sam asked, puzzled.
The guy frowned slightly; pulling his hand away as if he'd just touched something gross. "Oh. You…you don't know?!"
Why would you ask for God's assistance
If you wouldn't take the help?
"Know what?" Sam asked, laughing slightly. He looked at Anne's grim face and soon his laughter died out. "What don't I know?"
Anne felt her world closing in and her eyes began to sting. She blinked faster, Sam's voice beginning to muffle as he asked her again. When she didn't respond, the football player started to talk. She covered her mouth as Sam's facial expression transitioned from confused to absolute rage.
"Sam-" Anne squeaked, her panic increasing as his blue eyes searched behind her and stopped suddenly, seeing their target.
"No! NO! Sam!" she shouted as he dropped his backpack and walked swiftly to Reynolds.
If you're gone, then I need you
If you're gone, then how is any of this real?
"You SICK ASSHOLE!" Sam shouted, shoving Reynolds against the lockers. Anne tried to grab Sam but he moved so fast as he dodged Reynolds' punch. The jock pushed her and she fell to the ground, wincing as she caught herself forcefully on her wrist.
"Don't you touch her!" Sam shouted again, punching Reynolds' stomach.
When I'm on, I believe you
When I'm not, my knees don't even seem to feel
"Did your slut of a girlfriend finally tell you?" Reynolds taunted, laughing as Sam punched his face, blood coming from his bottom lip. His hands grabbed onto Sam's shirt, pulling him forward and swinging him against the lockers.
Sam fell with a thud, groaning.
How could you tell me that I'm great
When they chew me up, spit me out, pissed on me?
Why would you tell me that it's fate
When they laughed at me, every day, in my face?
"How could you not know?" Reynolds said. "It's been weeks, boy. Weeks. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every second."
Reynolds kicked Sam.
"Stop it!" Anne shouted.
How could you tell me that I'm great?
How?
"This is what happens when you idiots don't realize what you have until somebody better tries to take it!" Reynolds said, kicking endlessly. "Try to hit me! Do it!"
"HEY!" Finn yelled, coming in and punching Reynolds across the face. There was a loud smack and people gasped as they saw Reynolds hit the ground. He was out like a light.
"Ow!" Finn seethed, waving his already-bruised hand. He knelt down to Sam's level, grabbing the younger boy's arm and pulling him up.
A few teachers and Figgins appeared, trying to make sense of all of it.
"What is going on here?" Figgins demanded, his face utterly lost in the chaos of teenage conversations.
How could you tell me that it's fate?
How?
"Sam," Anne said, grabbing his shoulder and examining the bloody mess. "We need to get you to the nurse."
He shook her hand off, unable to look at her, confirming her worst fear.
"Sam?"
He shook his head, his right eye watering. "I can't do this right now," he said, walking past her with Finn.
"Anne, are you okay?" Mr. Schuester asked as he passed his way through the crowd.
She shook her head, feeling tears falling down her face rapidly.
"Not really," she said, covering her mouth.
The teacher sighed and held onto her shoulder gently. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Mr. Schuester led her into the choir room with the rest of the group, all the while murmuring words of encouragement—unfortunately she'd stopped paying attention about halfway to the room.
"What's wrong?" Rachel asked as she rushed to the younger girl.
"Something to do with Sam and that jock—" Mr. Schuester started when Finn walked in, another ice pack on his hand. "Finn, what went on out there?"
"Disaster, if you ask me," Santana said, walking in shortly after. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, eyeing Anne like she was a puppy with a stubby tail. "Reynolds and Sam fought over St. James 2.0."
"I don't get it," Brittany said.
"I know you don't, hun," Santana comforted, patting Brittany's hand.
Finn let out a dry laugh. "He started it and Sam found out. He got pretty pissed and tried to fight Reynolds." He held up a hand. "So I helped Sam by punching Reynolds."
"You didn't just punch him, Frankenteen, you knocked him out cold."
"Damn son!" Artie boasted, impressed.
Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Anne. How could she have let this happen? She was supposed to be protecting the young girl, not letting her drown in mistakes. "Oh God, I'm so sorry," she said, hugging her.
Anne shut her eyes. "He didn't even let me explain…"
Rachel gave her a squeeze. "He'll come through—he's just angry right now."
Mr. Schuester patted Rachel on the back. "Do you guys still want to do the service? If you need to, you can take a leave now."
Rachel looked at Anne, who shook her head and wiped her eyes. "No, Mr. Schue. It'd be really selfish of me to do that to Coach Sylvester and her sister. I can pull through for a few hours."
He didn't look convinced. "Are you sure?"
Anne nodded and Mr. Schuester looked at Finn.
"Have you talked to Figgins about Reynolds? He isn't just going to let that go without some kind of punishment for you."
"No, I figured I'd take that one step at a time."
Mr. Schuester stared at Finn like he just grew two heads. "Finn, this is serious—Figgins can prevent you from going to New York."
"I got it, Mr. Schue. But in all honesty, do you really think Principal Figgins is even going to really care? Half the time he has no idea what he's doing. I mean, look at Kurt's situation," he motioned to his stepbrother and Kurt's eyes widened. "Karofsky's running loose in the halls!"
Kurt stood up, waving his hands. "While I appreciate this debate and high standard planning, if we don't leave now we're going to be late for the service."
"Kurt's right," Mr. Schuester agreed. "We'll talk about this after, okay?"
Finn nodded shortly.
"Thank you," Anne said to Finn.
The teen just shrugged. "It wasn't anything, really."
"No, it was," she assessed, squinting her puffy eyes. "Really."
Finn smiled slightly, their eye connection unwavering until Rachel nudged Anne and ushered her out.
Santana crossed her arms at what she'd just witnessed and licked her lips as she rounded the corner and caught up to Finn.
"I so saw that."
"Saw what, Santana?" Finn asked tiredly.
"The look. The Hudson look of pure infatuation, is what."
Finn snorted. "You don't know what you're talking about."
The Latina mirrored his snort. "You like her," she said in amusement.
He shook his head. "No not like that, Santana. Don't go getting any ideas."
She didn't look convinced despite his debating. It pissed her off considering the lengths she'd gone through to get him to run back to her. It was weird, really—a plan not exactly well thought out. But it brought her a sense of pleasure to mess with other people's lives. Finn may not have come running back, but she could poke fun at his life by messing with St. James junior and Berry.
"Let it go," Finn added after a moment.
Santana stared for a minute before smiling. "Okay."
"Why don't I believe you?"
She shrugged and walked faster to catch up with the rest of the group and Finn screamed internally. She was going to stir up trouble, he knew it. But Santana had it all wrong; Finn didn't like Anne that way. He thought of her more like a sister than a romantic interest. He was protective of her in a way he never thought possible considering he wasn't too fond of her brother, the boy who had stolen Rachel from him permanently.
But what he had noticed the other night was that what Jesse felt for Rachel was, in fact and unfortunately, something real. Finn had enough integrity now not to mess with that. He'd gone through messed up stuff in the past and he wasn't about to stir the kettle—or was it stir the pot?
He shook his head. Forget the saying. I just don't feel that way anymore.
He licked his lips and glanced down at his hands before looking back to Rachel in the distance. He needed to let her go.
He had to let her go.
"I knew something bad was going to happen between them," Jesse said, clutching the steering wheel. They were parked in front of Rachel's house after having dropped off Anne at Jesse's uncle's house.
"It was awful," Rachel commented, her voice desolate. "She was so broken."
"I can imagine," he said. He looked at her. "Are your dads home?"
Rachel shook her head. "They're gone for the weekend."
Jesse reached for her hand. "Do you want me to stay or should I go?"
She gave him a tired look and smiled small. "Is it selfish of me to say that I want you to stay tonight? After everything that's happened… I just don't want to be alone tonight."
"If you want, I'll stay," he said. "I'll stay as long as you want me to." He let out a strangled breath. "Besides, I don't think my sister wants any company right now until she fixes things with Sam."
"You're probably right," Rachel licked her lips. "Let's go inside."
Jesse gave her hand a squeeze before letting go and getting out of the car. He walked across it and opened her door, his hand finding hers once again as they went inside of her house.
They calmly made their way to her bedroom, both enjoying the comforting silence of the household.
She tossed her purse on the desk and pulled off the hairband, letting her brown hair tumble over her shoulders. It almost disappeared against the black of her dress. Kicking off her heels, she crawled to the bed, motioning for him to join her.
Jesse took his shoes and jacket off and crawled in next to her. They were staring at each other and lying on their sides, the only noise aside from their breaths coming from Rachel's clock on the wall.
"I'm glad you're here with me," Rachel whispered, her brown eyes endlessly staring at Jesse's blue ones. "I'm not sure what I would do without you."
You're the first face that I see
And the last thing I think about
"Rachel," he added softly.
"It's true," she continued quietly. "I can't remember a time when I knew who I was and felt right about it. I was such a stupid kid when we met. But with you, I grew up."
You're the reason that I'm alive
You're what I can't live without
She felt his hand against her hip, pulling her closer to him until their body heat mingled.
Rachel shut her eyes, leaning forward so her forehead was against his.
You're what I can't live without
"You're my home."
Jesse let out a strangled breath.
You never give up
When I'm falling apart
"And you're mine," he replied, closing the gap and relishing in the feeling of her soft lips against his.
Your arms are always open wide
And you're quick to forgive
When I make a mistake
Growing up, he'd never experienced what it was like to have somebody love him in such a powerful way. His mother was hardly present—mostly just a distant figure in his life whom his dad had scared off. She had never cared for him; never been there when he needed comfort. His father, well, his dad was a prick and his siblings were caught up trying to make sense of their own lives—something he understood.
You love me in the blink of an eye
To have somebody not related to him love him was something he wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
So when Rachel's hands reached down to lift his shirt up, his heart practically jumped out of his chest. He pulled back, eyeing her carefully.
"Are you sure?" he rasped.
Rachel nodded. "I'm ready—I don't want to regret waiting so long when I'm already so sure that I'm in love. It seems silly to hold off, doesn't it?"
I don't deserve your love
But you give it to me anyway
Jesse didn't respond as she pressed her lips firmly against his again. After a few more kisses, he pulled back long enough to take off the constricting fabric. His eyes rolled as Rachel's hands traveled down his bare chest, igniting something dormant within him.
Can't get enough
You're everything I need
It'd been so long since he'd been with someone—and yet he found himself feeling things he'd never felt before. But he wasn't surprised. With Rachel, everything was like the first time.
He leaned forward, pressing open mouth kisses down her neck. He heard her moan softly and he took it as a sign to let his hands travel across her back. The wanting was evident as her small hands squeezed his shoulders, her voice in his ear murmuring things.
And when I walk away
You take off running and come right after me
It's what you do
And I don't deserve you
Rachel sighed in content, her entire body overheating from their actions. She pulled back, her hands finding the zipper of her dress. The sound it made when she pulled it down caught his attention and she almost wanted to blush and stop out of fear that he didn't want this.
Your heart is gold and how am I the one
That you've chosen to love
Her fear disappeared when he reached around her and pulled the zipper completely down before tracing her silhouette and then grabbing the hem of the dress, carefully and pulling it off of her flushed body excruciatingly slow.
I still can't believe that you're right next to me
After all that I've done
Once he had it off, his hands traced her shoulder blades. Rachel blushed and she put her hand out, stopping him and turning around so she faced the wall.
"Rachel?" he asked, puzzled.
She bit her lip, reaching back to her bra clasp and boldly undoing it.
Can't go back now, she thought.
I don't deserve your love
But you give it to me anyway
Can't get enough
You're everything I need
Jesse didn't say anything and the silence was beginning to unnerve her when his hand suddenly traced her bare back. Rachel shut her eyes, relishing in the sensation.
"You're so beautiful," he said, placing a sweet kiss on the back of her neck.
And when I walk away
You take off running and come right after me
It's what you do
Rachel smiled, turning to face him slowly. He kissed her mouth and guided her so that she was under him. Moments later they were both under the covers, bare and completely exposed.
Jesse smiled back, his hand tracing her bottom lip. It was swollen from the kissing but nevertheless he thought she was stunning. He placed on last kiss before moving, their breaths mingling together.
And I don't deserve you
I bet you didn't see that coming, did you? So, St. Berry finally took the next step in their relationship and Sam found out about Anne's secret. There were some things brewing in this chapter that will come to fruition in the final chapter. I'm warning you now, it's going to be heavy and intense...
Get ready for the last chapter, it's going to tear you APART. *Insert diabolical laughter*
-Fanatic4Fiction