Chapter 4: There Are Worse Things I Could Do

Jesse's POV

Jesse entered the restaurant with Becks on his tail. The waiter led them to their table; on his way, Jesse noticed that their company was already there waiting for the sibling.

Jesse took a great deal of time to observe the guy while they were approaching. Anthony didn't notice them immediately, he was busy talking to a waitress who offered him a glass of wine to taste. Jesse raised his eyebrows when the guy took the wine glass and presented them with a professional tasting feast. Becca sighed next to him.

The next thing that Jesse saw, however, was that the waitress was very attractive and clearly interested in more than just serving her customer; her hand lingered at the man's arm and she smiled flirtatiously. Jesse glanced at Becks to see if she has seen it too, but his sister appeared to be more interested in her nails than the unfolding situation in front of her.

He was ready to give her 'fiancé' a piece of his mind when the guy himself frowned and scolded the woman rather harshly. Jesse and Becks approached Anthony just in time to hear him rebuff the woman:

"Ms., can you please start behaving like a professional waitress and button up your shirt? It's vulgar."

The woman's smile disappeared as soon as she heard it. She eyed the hand that Becca put possessively on Anthony's shoulder to alarm him about their presence. He smiled at Rebecca who sent him an equally bright smile. He jumped to his feet to greet them but before he said a word to Jesse, he turned to look at the waiter that has brought them to the table:

"Can you please appoint someone else to wait on us?"

Jesse's eyebrows almost reached his hair line. The waitress's face grew red in embarrassment when her colleague's jaw hardened at the comment.

"At once. Excuse us," the man responded immediately. He threw the woman a murderous glare and led her away.

"Jesse," Becca's voice reached Jesse.

He focused on his sister again: she was looking at him pointedly, clearly expecting him to smile. As if, Jesse snorted internally, keeping his serious face on. Becks frowned but the expression changed when Anthony took the initiative:

"Jesse," the man reached out his hand. "It's good to finally meet you. Rebecca has told me so much you."

Anthony threw him a wide smile that Jesse found hard to reciprocate at first. Only Becca's stern expression over Anthony's shoulder forced him to crack a smile and shake Anthony's hand.

"Really? I learned about you this morning."

The level of discomfort after Jesse's dry comment hit the ceiling. Anthony laughed nervously but didn't respond. He knew that Becks kept him a secret and for some reason, he didn't care.

They took their seats in an awkward silence. For a moment, Jesse wanted to immediately pick up his menu and hide behind it but Rachel's stern voice saying "behave" rang in his head. Wondering when exactly did be become so hopelessly whipped to listen to Rachel's scolding even when she wasn't around, Jesse remained silent, watching simply how Anthony smiled lovingly at his sister who returned the gesture.

"So, how long do you know each other?" Jesse fired away.

He kept his voice neutral, relaxed even and Becks mouthed 'thank you' towards him. She assumed he dropped his angry attitude while Jesse simply didn't intend to make a scene in a restaurant.

Hearing his question, the couple exchanged looks and... giggled? Jesse swallowed with surprise. Becks giggled.

"Well, we've met two years ago," Anthony began. "It was in San Francisco."

"San Diego," Becks corrected him quickly. "I remember because it was my first big campaign for Marc."

They were interrupted by a waiter. The man smiled politely and explained that because of their previous dissatisfaction with the service, the manager offers them a bottle of red wine on the house. Anthony opened the card with wines while Rebecca picked up their interrupted conversation.

"We've started seeing each other just four or five months ago," she told Jesse with a shrug. "But we're great together and..."

Jesse lifted his finger and stopped her at once.

"You've been seeing him for half a year and you didn't tell me about him?" he asked not caring about the object of their conversation overhearing or the patiently waiting waiter standing right next to them.

"Well, I didn't think it was a conversation for a phone call," Jesse's sister snorted softly and rolled her eyes. "And when I was home this summer, you've spent most the time in Lima with Rachel. I know it sounds lousy but I just couldn't find the right moment."

Jesse made a face in response to her apologetic smile.

"So, I've heard that you're planning on making a career as an actor, Jesse," Anthony's voice joined their talk. Jesse blinked; the guy was done choosing the wine and the waiter was gone. "You're studying at Julliard, right?"

Perfect; the guy knew much about him while Jesse had not clue what to think about him whatsoever. All he knew was his name and maybe the fact that he wasn't poor – the restaurant was one of the more expensive places in New York. Beck's wouldn't have to work on him.

Plus, he's gained a bit of Jesse's approval by shunning the slutty waitress. And he and Becks seemed to feel at ease in each other's presence, that much was clear from their body language and the way they were talking to each other. Maybe he wasn't that bad.

I could give this evening a try, Jesse decided.

"Yeah, I'm majoring in vocal education and took up some electives in the drama department," he explained. "I'm thinking more in terms of Broadway. At least to begin with."

"Broadway," Anthony repeated, interested. He covered Becks' hand with his own. "I was just telling Rebecca the other day that I wanted to take her to Gershwin."

"I'm planning on taking my girlfriend to see Wicked when she visits," Jesse nodded. "I'm sure she will love it," he emphasised throwing Becks a pointed glance. She hated Broadway.

"Um," Becks interrupted him with a grimace and turned to Anthony. "I told you, I'm not interested in sitting through over two hours of singing and dancing without breaks. I've had my share of musical repertoire growing up," she added with a smirk directed at Jesse who shrugged.

"You'll thank me for it in a couple of years when you start selling my and Rachel's autographs on eBay," Jesse replied jokingly.

Anthony laughed and asked about "this Rachel." Jesse nestled on his chair and, surprisingly willingly, started talking about his girlfriend.

He felt Becks' watchful eyes on his the whole time her was talking. But when he proceeded to explain in general terms the dramatic origins of his and Rachel's relationship, she got bored, deciding to devote all her attention to the salad in front of her.

"She seems like an amazing young woman," Anthony noticed. "I say, hold on to her as long as you can."

Jesse replied with an honest smile for the first time since they met.

The evening went well. Besides talking about himself, Jesse managed to get as much of bio on Anthony as he could between the lines. As he guessed, the guy had money. His mother was a CEO in a company connected with production and development in bioengineering and nanotechnology (Jesse wasn't sure what it meant exactly, Rachel was the smart one in their relationship). Anthony was bound to inherit the position in the future but currently was finishing getting his (second) degree in economy at NYU. He liked theatre but wasn't a fanatic. He and Becks had met through some of their mutual friends and remained out of touch until they met in some charity gala to which she was invited as a part of her newest contract. They've hit it off almost immediately, their hasty decision about engagement was spontaneous, they knew, but they planned on making a quick trip to Akron as soon as Becca's schedule allowed her to take vacation.

From the sound of it, Jesse decided not to ruin their bubble just yet. He was still unconvinced about Becks' explanation about the lack of 'perfect moment' to tell him but let it go for the time being. On his way to the hotel, he expected the guy to be some sort of playboy who thought that picking up a hot model would make his friends green with envy; instead, he was met with a decent guy who clearly had something in his head.

It was enough to placate Jesse's brotherly care and irritation that he's felt in the morning. The fact that Anthony found an evening to meet Jesse despite his clearly overflowing calendar was another plus.

Knowing that he had to get up early the next day, Jesse excused himself and quickly left the restaurant, wishing the two of them a good evening. He waved to stop a cab, reaching into his jacket in search of his cell to call Rachel; he had a dire need of listening to her voice.

His phone was gone. He realised that he must've left it in Becks' bag where she'd put it before the dinner after calling Anthony to tell him they had been on their way. Having told the driver to wait, Jesse re-entered the restaurant and quickly explained that he's probably left his phone at the table. The managed smiled and led him through the busy room towards the table that he's left less than ten minutes earlier. Anthony and Becks were sitting next to each other, deep in conversation and didn't notice him at first.

Jesse was about to open his mouth and ask about his phone when he's heard Anthony's voice over the general noise:

"Do you think he's bought it?"

Rachel's POV

On a Friday afternoon, almost a week after her last Skype date with Jesse, Rachel marched down the Carmel's hallways with a grim expression. She tried to smile and greet the passing strangers but her head was still in Lima with Kurt, where it's been all week.

"Rachel! Hey, Rachel, wait up!"

Jackie's voice brought Rachel back to reality. Shaking her head to get rid of thoughts concerning Kurt and his totally foolish and unreasonable behaviour, Rachel slowed down and let her friend catch up with her.

"Kurt is still giving you a hard time?" Jackie threw her an evaluating glance.

Even though Jackie has never met Kurt, she was aware of that Rachel was bothered by something all week. She didn't stop until Rachel didn't tell her everything; Rachel was sure that with this degree of stubbornness, Jackie had a bright future in journalism ahead of her.

"Yes," Rachel grumbled, hugging her English textbook even tighter. "He's so annoying!"

Kurt refused to open his mouth to her all week. He's found the file that Rachel gave to Blaine while he wasn't at the table. Even though Blaine tried to explain him that it didn't mean anything, Kurt refused to let go. Rachel apologised like a hundred times but he was stubborn not to forgive her for lying to his face. She tried to call him every day after school but he never answered. When she talked to Blaine, the only thing she learned was that Kurt was mad at him as well.

Initially, Rachel felt bad about being the cause of the rift between the couple, but after three days she realised that it wasn't her fault at all. It was Kurt who made a whole bigger deal out of that file than it was supposed to be. It wasn't that Rachel seriously tried to poach Blaine; she chose the easiest way out. She was now angry at Kurt that he couldn't just let it go and understand that she had no choice but to talk to Blaine.

Murmuring to herself, Rachel finally approached her locker. Jackie leaned against other locker next to Rachel and looked around.

"So, about this big test coming on Monday," Jackie spoke up. Rachel promised to cram with Jackie this weekend. "I know we were planning to meet on Sunday but my parents are taking me to Indiana to visit my sick grandpa or something. Do you think we could reschedule it for today? I really need your help and you have to sit through auditions tomorrow."

Rachel hesitated; she kind of wanted to spend the Friday afternoon preparing herself mentally for the mass of super talented people overflowing their auditorium and her stage the next day. Despite being completely cool on the outside, inside she was slowly starting turning blue at the mere thought of someone trying to take her position. Even though Shelby and Justin assured her that nothing of this sort would happen, she wasn't convinced. Vocal Adrenaline was a key to popularity fame. Who knew what those barbarians were capable of?

"Pretty please?" Jackie fluttered her eyes. "Look at the positives: it'll take your mind off tomorrow and I will not fail another test."

Giving in to her friend's pleading look, Rachel nodded her head.

"Fine. I just have to confirm with Shelby that she doesn't need me today."

"Oh my god, I love you!"

Their talk was interrupted by a bell. Rachel quickly stuffed her books in her locker and, together with Jackie, hurried towards Shelby's classroom. They were late. Rachel made an apologetic face and mouthed 'sorry' before taking her seat. Shelby shook her head but continued checking the list.

"You want me to wait for you after the rehearsal?" Jackie whispered from her seat next to Rachel.

"No. We're not having a rehearsal today. We're just meeting to confirm plans for tomorrow. I don't know how long would it take."

Jackie nodded and focused on the class. Rachel tried to do the same but gave up after a minute. This week was horrible, she thought. Kurt was mad at her, Shelby was even crankier than ever because of the auditions, and finally Rachel was worried about Jesse and Becks.

She's never seen him so mad before. The amount of curses and fury that he expressed over the phone put even his rage after the Funkification to shame.

When she tried to talk about Becca in the course of the week, Jesse didn't go into much of a detail about that dinner with his sister. In fact, she still had no idea what was going on. Jesse was oddly reluctant to speak about this evening to her over the phone. He's promised to fill her in when they see each other. She knew Jesse was obviously disappointed in Becks and suspicious of her relationship with the guy for some reason. But that was it.

Was this Anthony that bad for his sister? Did he treat her bad? Rachel was totally in the dark there. All Jesse has told her – or rather what she managed to gather between the lines – was that he and Becca fought pretty harshly for the first time in their lives. She had no idea what could possibly lead to this.

Rachel felt there was a bit more to it that he let her in on. It made her crazy nervous, as well; she hated when Jesse was holding something from her. She still had a vivid memories connected to the last time he's done that.

Rachel wished for this week to end finally. Maybe spending long hours with her nose in books was a good idea after all.

"Shelby, I'm home!" Rachel called into the apartment in a tired voice. She was exhausted after a three-hour study session with Jackie. True, it took her head off her problems but Jackie was hopeless when it came to remembering or understanding the simplest facts. Rachel loved Jackie with all her heart, she was her closest girl friend she had in Akron; but not for the first time, Rachel wondered how the girl managed to get through the two first years of high school.

Rachel took off her coat and put it into the closet. When her mom didn't respond to her first call, Rachel frowned and called again:

"Shelby?"

"In here," Rachel heard a voice. She smiled and went into the kitchen to see her mother with a cup of tea in her hands. But what made Rachel frown was another half-empty cup on the counter.

"Are we having guests?" she asked. Shelby rarely had visitors at home and if she did, she was sure to let Rachel know beforehand.

Shelby smiled and nodded her head, looking over Rachel's shoulder.

"You have a guest, actually," Rachel heard a male voice from behind her.

Not believing her ears, she turned on her heel only to stare at the most amazing picture she's seen in weeks: Jesse was leaning against the doorframe and grinning at her like a madman. Rachel opened her mouth, closed it, and opened again, unable to get even a word out of her. Jesse wasn't supposed to be home until two weeks later but there he was, in front of her in the middle of Shelby's kitchen with his arms wide open.

"I thought that my incredibly handsome face would cause at least some reaction," Jesse raised his eyebrow with amusement.

It was only then that Rachel managed to move. She dropped her bag to the floor and ran up to Jesse, jumping into his arms. She squeezed Jesse's neck, feeling how her heart raced in her chest. Jesse laughed and tightly hugged her back.

"Oh my god!" Rachel screamed in excitement. "I can't believe you're here!"

"You sound as if I wasn't going to come back never again," Jesse chuckled putting her back on the ground.

Rachel threw her arms around his neck again and pulled him closer. She closed her eyes and was ready to crush his lips against her own when she stopped remembering that they weren't alone. She turned her head and looked at Shelby pointedly over her shoulder.

"Would you mind?"

The woman let out a breath with resignation. She shook her head but grabbed her purse without protest.

"I'll be back before ten and I don't want to see Jesse here when I'm back," Shelby told them. "You have to be in shape for tomorrow."

They both nodded, exchanging a look and then glancing up to the clock on the wall. It was only seven. As soon as they were alone, Rachel threw herself at Jesse who laughed at the way she clung to his chest.

Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the way his clothes grazed her skin, the scent of his body wash and how his hands drew circles on her back leaving a trail of warmth. He was using new after wash, she noticed, not recognising the scent. But other than that, his arms felt just as they had for years and that made her stupidly happy and light.

"God, I missed you so much," Jesse murmured into her hair.

Rachel only nodded in response. Jesse pulled away from the hug and cupped her face in his hands. Then, slowly, he leaned in and kissed her. It started as a soft peck on the lips but soon it turned into something more demanding. For the past few weeks Rachel felt almost physical pain because of the inability to hold Jesse close, so when she finally got him in her arms, she couldn't help but deepen the kiss and pull at the fabric of his T-shirt. She needed to get closer.

Grinning, Rachel pushed Jesse into her room, closing the door behind her with her leg. Jesse didn't seem to complain; he attacked her lips with double force while putting his hands on her hips and pulling her as close as he could. He was equally happy to see her.

She was so focused on Jesse and his hands roaming across her body that she had no idea what was going on around them. Suddenly she realised that somehow they managed to get onto the bed; with Jesse on top of her, sucking at her neck and collarbone, and his hand moving up her right leg.

Silently, Rachel thanked every deity in the world for choosing to wear a nice pair of lace this morning. Especially that, some time later when they were both panting heavily, trying to catch a breath after the pleasant exercise, Jesse picked up that particular piece of garment from the floor and eyed it suspiciously.

"You wear that everyday under these short mini skirts?"

Rachel blushed and snatched her thong out of his hand. She hid it under the pillow and Jesse grinned widely. His lips were trailing a path of subtle butterfly kisses across her shoulder.

"Not everyday," Rachel grumbled, biting her lips to keep herself from sighing. "I just happened to have them on today."

Jesse rolled his eyes.

"However that was, I was pleasantly surprised," he pecked her lips.

Rachel laughed. She moved under the sheets and laid her head on Jesse's chest, hugging it tightly. She still couldn't believe he was there, with her, in her room in Akron. The last time they spoke was the day before and Jesse was still trying to deal with his problem with Becca; he never mentioned anything about coming back home. Should she had known about it before, she would've picked him up from the airport or at least returned home sooner instead of spending time over a history textbook. Rachel sighed drinking in the warmth of Jesse's skin under her cheek; his heart was still racing just as much as her own. She closed her eyes and smiled when she felt his lips on her forehead.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were coming home?" she asked.

"I didn't really plan it," Jesse admitted hesitantly. "I just need to take care of something at home very quickly. You don't like the surprise?"

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel kissed his cheek. "I love it. But... how long are you staying?"

"For the weekend only; I'm going to talk to dad about something tomorrow. I hope it won't take up the entire day, though. I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can."

It must be about Becca, Rachel thought with understanding.

If Jesse thought he could reason with his father or seek his help with whatever was going on, then she supported him on every step.

"It's okay," she assured him truthfully. "I need to be in Carmel tomorrow anyway. The auditions start in the morning. You can take all the time you need – especially that you've earned some extra points for showing up at my place first."

Jesse smirked and kissed her again. Rachel moaned silently against his lips. Nothing in the world was better than her boyfriend kissing her and being able to touch him, pull closer and relax in the warmth of his arms. It was pure heaven.

"You are the most perfect girl I know, Rach," Jesse breathed out, looking straight into her eyes, causing the pleasant shrill running down her back. "I was a fool not to have realised sooner how amazing you are."

Rachel smiled but, at the same time, frowned at the words. His tone was way too serious to put the last remark into a simple 'pillow talk' box.

"What do you mean?" she lifted the corner of her mouth.

Jesse sighed.

"It means," he smiled. "That I should've snatched you away when I was thirteen and never let go again."

Rachel's lips formed a small 'o'. Jesse was behaving weird; she had no idea what brought about the sad reminiscing but, again, she decided to let it slip this once. Rachel was too busy being happy that he was there to think about it right now. Instead, she ran her hand through his hair and looked up with hope:

"Do you think we could go on a date tomorrow night? I haven't been on one in weeks," she whined jokingly. "This nice restaurant has opened last week and I heard they have great food – I really wanted to go but I didn't actually have anyone to take me there."

"Good that you have your handsome escort at hand then, isn't it?" Jesse smirked. "Fine, we're going on a date tomorrow."

Rachel squealed and hugged his neck, kissing him hard. Using the opportunity, Jesse turned them so that he was on top of her again, agonizingly slowly trailing a path of kisses down her chest and stomach. The first time they were in too much hurry to enjoy each other presence over the nagging need to feel each other but now, Jesse took his time, paying attention to each centimetre of her skin. Rachel giggled when he tickled her skin with his hair and tried to protest.

"Jesse, I'm exhausted. I..." she panted but he ignored her bluntly.

"Come on," he murmured huskily in between placing hot kisses on her skin. "I haven't seen you in you in weeks, Rach. I..." he touched her and she gasped. "Missed you."

They spend the last hour before Shelby was back in the living room, sitting of a sofa in front of the TV set. They didn't pay much attention to the screen, though. Rachel was lounging lazily with her head on Jesse's lap. He was stroking her hair absentmindedly while she was telling him about her day.

"And Kurt is still not talking to me," Rachel sighed with poorly hidden frustration.

"Well, you have sneaked around his back," Jesse noticed with another stroke of his hand.

Wincing, Rachel turned over to look up at his face in disbelief. Jesse was taking Kurt's side? What's next – he and Finn going out for a beer? Besides, who was the first person to sneak around her back for almost two years, Rachel huffed to herself.

"Shut up," she growled under her breath. "You are a lousy boyfriend."

Jesse let out a breath but didn't say anything more not to rile her up again. Rachel closed her eyes and gave into the pleasurable movement of his hand and soft voice that hummed over her ear.

"You better finally tell me what happened on that dinner with Anthony," Rachel murmured trying to change the topic from Kurt's irritating behaviour.

Cuddling to Jesse on the sofa, Rachel could almost hear Jesse's teeth gritting when she mentioned his sister's fiancé. Talking over the phone or Skype couldn't let her see and experience Jesse's natural reactions to this topic to this degree. Noticing how tense he's become, Rachel propped herself up and switched position to a sitting one.

"Jesse?"

He avoided her eyes. Rachel hated when he did that. She moved once more, flipping one of her legs over his lap to straddle him. In this way, she could grab Jesse's face between her hands and force him to look her in the eyes.

"Jesse, what is going on?"

"I really don't want to talk about it, Rach," her boyfriend murmured, letting his eyes fall down on her lips. Rachel shook her head and stilled his hands that started wandering about her legs, waist and the small of her back.

"Talk to me, Jesse," she told him with force. "I'm your girlfriend. I hate when you hide something from me."

Jesse's head flew backwards with an annoyed growl. Rachel blinked when she saw that; she bit her lower lip and observed the emotions playing on his face: anger, sudden regret when he realised that she was hurting because of his secrecy, and, finally, something odd that she couldn't name when he looked at her face.

She opened her mouth to ask again, or to back out from the entire discussion (she wasn't sure anymore) when he lifted his hands and swept a strand of her hair out of her face and tucked it delicately behind her ear.

"Rebecca's got herself in a mess, Rach," Jesse stated, his voice plain but she could tell the strong wave of emotions he tried to suppress, when he continued. "A mess that can definitely destroy not only hers but also my entire family's reputation."

"Reputation?" Rachel repeated without thinking.

Jesse chuckled.

"My dad's a lawyer, baby," he reminded her. "He needs to come through as trusted and respected to ensure himself clients. If the fact that his only daughter has been paid to get married to a gay to cover it up gets out in the public, he may lose all his clients. And we go down with him as well."

Jesse's POV

They were back in his apartment; unwilling to make a scene in the restaurant, Jesse stormed out but Becks followed him and jumped after him into the same cab. Jesse was furious; the asshole and his own sister tried to make a fool out of him. And they were obviously successful.

Jesse gritted his teeth at the words. Right after overhearing Anthony's question, Jesse made a quick decision. He's grabbed the manager's arm and stopped the man half-step. Then he stopped and shamelessly eavesdropped on the rest of their short talk before Rebecca's eyes met his furious expression.

He hasn't heard much but it was enough.

He could've seen how Anthony eyed their waiter when the man was placing food in front of them or waiting for Anthony to pick up the freaking wine. What guy would tell a flirting twenty-something girl to get lost not even knowing he's observed?

Jesse wasn't an ignorant; being gay wasn't generally appreciated yet by the public opinion and high-end businessmen. The social pressure, shame, even Anthony's homophobic father who owned half of the family corporation – that Jesse could understand. What he was unable to comprehend was that anyone would come up with such a fucking idea as to pay a girl to marry the guy. And that his sister agreed.

"Aren't you afraid that someone will find out?" he growled. "What about mom and dad, huh? Have you any idea how this may affect our family?"

"He's got money, Jesse. That's all," Becca stated simply.

Jesse froze.

"What?" he couldn't believe he was hearing her right.

"Before you start with the yelling fest: I know what I'm doing, Jesse. I didn't tell you because I knew you'd freak out."

He almost to her face. Freak out? More like he was furious at his stupid, irresponsible sister.

"Why the hell would you need money, Becks?" he hissed. "Disregarding the fact that you have a freaking trust fund going off next year, you make good money as a model. You sign contract after contract, for Barbra's sake."

Rebecca laughed dryly and suddenly Jesse felt like there's something wrong. His sister grimaced and closed her eyes.

"Yeah, right," she snorted.

"What do you mean?"

Rebecca paced around his small kitchen, seemingly on the verge of laughter when she threw with disdain:

"Our dear father cut me off, Jesse," she barked. "These's no trust fund. I'm left with what I do at work – and while it's enough for now, it won't last forever. Jesse, I'm twenty four, I already feel like a grandma on backstage among those sixteen-years-old children. I need to think about my future."

"But getting married to some random guy?" Jesse dropped the angry tones from his voice, replacing them with slight confusion. "For money? Becks, you're young, and hot. There are a lot of guy out there whose mother wouldn't have to pay you to play their son's beards."

Becca snorted again.

"Don't you dare judging me, Jesse," she hissed. "You live in a damned bubble not even trying to look outside it. Not everyone has a free apartment in a fucking New York because their stupid parents preferred their spoiled little brat who would do anything to keep them happy."

It was like a slap in the face. Jesse felt it almost physically and he had to take a few steps backwards to regain his composure. It was the first time she ever raised the issue of their parents in this context and such a serious situation.

"I never told them to love me more than you," Jesse murmured with blank expression, repeating what they both knew very well. "I never did anything that would put you in a bad light. It's not my fault, Rebecca."

"But it's not my fault, either, Jesse," she mocked him. "I hate to do it but I have to. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a bunch of super cool friend who come and sing songs with them, his dream school and his little Rach who had been programmed to follow you like a lost puppy for the past six years."

Jesse's face froze in a displeased grimace.

"Take that back," he hissed. He would let her talk shit about him but Rach was off limits. "I don't care about what you think of me, leave Rachel out of it."

His sister snorted. She looked up and folded her arms, raising her eyebrow daringly.

"Why would I do that, huh? It's the truth. You've found yourself the most insecure girl in Ohio only to turn her into your living compliment factory. She's been your shadow while you were sleeping around with every random girl in the city and boasting about it in front of her, not stopping even for a minute to consider why she was suddenly trying to look pretty for you and wear stupid short skirts and dresses whenever you were around? Do you know how much time she had spent in love with you before she finally realised that you would never spare her a glance?"

Aaand an unlikely source spills the beans!

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