Jesse's Girl (Jesse St. James)

[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] At the sound of the siren flicking on, made Rachel’s eyes flick up to the ceiling of the ambulance. The full impact of what was happening to her hit her for the first time like a ton of bricks, or, at least that is what she thought was the first time. She remembered the pain and agony that had been inflicted on her – but she didn’t much remember how the girl had hurt her – she remembered being in the club, but she didn’t remember how she had gotten there, or much less what she was wearing. What she remembered was that Santana had been the girl that attacked her and then had been carted away by the police as she was on the floor, that the guy she was dating – the one that they together threw nationals for – wasn’t there to save her, but Jesse St. James was. Jesse had hurt her before, he had built her up for months, loving her, caring for her, and then turning around and leading a group of Vocal Adrenaline kids to her and throwing countless eggs at her, with him at the head. Rachel kept in her tears and told him, threatened him to do it, to break it like he’d done her heart. And as that had rolled down her face, she had to keep herself from breaking down as they left. That was the last time she thought she would have any feelings for him – but a shred of emotion stayed for him. That connection that they had was strong, the things that they had in common were too high for her to not still have a love for him. He was pretty, he was loving, and passionate about all the things she was – why didn’t she deserve him and everything he wanted to give to her. She could feel the light squeezing of her hand and she bit back another yelp. If she felt this bad, Rachel knew she must have looked awful. “W-why isn’t Finn here….? I-I thought he loved me.” The thought of him not loving her tore at her – all the times that they had been together, out of all the things that they had thrown, especially nationals, for their relationship – and now he wasn’t even here for her when she needed him the most. How could her boyfriend not be there for her? Teas rolled down her torn cheeks for Finn, she needed a rock, her foundation, and it wasn’t there. The boy, the one that was there for her told her that everything would be ok. She couldn’t turn her head, but she looked at him, her eyes scared, “W-what if I c-cant sing after this…?” She wasn’t talking about losing her voice, she was talking about the ways it would affect how she sounded. With less air coming in through her nose, the harder it would be to hit those high notes – to belt those songs that were used when she sang all those songs from Broadway, the ones that she knew she was going to sing when she found her way to New York in the next year. “I-I would b-b-be lost without my v-v-voice.” New Directions wouldn't want her anymore, she wouldn't be the star in the Musicals anymore, she wouldn't have her passion. Rachel squeezed her eye closed and brought her hand up over her mouth, shielding the sob that she thought would come. But instead of sobbing, Rachel coughed, again, and again. She took a quick look at her hand, seeing the pretty crimson liquid twinkle in the low light and moved it to the side, glad that Jesse was holding her hand. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that she was coughing it up – the last thing she needed to do was send everyone into a frenzy. “Everything hurts Jesse..” Rachel watched him before closing her eyes, pretending that she was in her swan lake costume, performing and dancing with him. If anything, Santana hadn’t touched her legs, leaving them perfectly intact. She would be able to dance again – but without her voice Broadway would be gone. Rachel needed love, Rachel needed help, Rachel needed Jesse – and she needed him bad. ------- Wordcount-699 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- Im going to not type as much and keep it under 1000 to see if we can do more posts at a smaller word count. [/scrolly]

[jesse henry st. james]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Things were pretty cramped on the inside of the ambulance. Everything lurched back as it started to move, and the paramedics continued their work on Rachel. She was so damaged, and over what? Jesse never found out what the fight was even about. He sensed that Santana was angry, and she had been ever since he declared that Rachel was better than the others. He was just being honest. No one in New Directions could come close to her talent or ambition. Who could blame him for just saying it out loud? Santana had to be jealous. It could have been that they lost Nationals. Why did Rachel kiss him back? he thought, hurt. Did she really love him more? It could have just been a reflex; they were exes, after all. But this was the second time she broke his heart. The first time, he remembered bitterly, was when they focused on singing really bad songs and she made a music video of "Run Joey, Run". Finn had been involved in that, too. But Finn wasn't here now. Jesse was. And he was so much better than Finn. "I... I don't know why he isn't here," Jesse told Rachel uncertainly. "I don't think he was even at gLo." He frowned. Why did Finn even matter? Sure, he probably loved Rachel. Who wouldn't? But Jesse cared more. He could provide for her, he would support her in everything she did. If that wasn't love, then he didn't know what love was. Rachel started to panic about her voice. Jesse couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "It doesn't look that bad. But even if it did affect your singing, you'd still have the most amazing voice I ever heard." But she was crying. He stroked circled on the hand he held, trying to comfort her as best as he could without hurting her. If she was anything like him, her career was the most important thing. That was why in his Vocal Adrenaline pranks on her he never did anything to sabotage her voice; he still loved her enough not to ruin her forever like he did with other teams that posed a threat. When she removed her free hand from her face, droplets of blood clung to her skin. Jesse's eyes widened in shock. He'd seen that happen on TV, on those medical dramas where there were dead or dying patients to look after. Coughing up blood was always a bad sign. One of the doctors, observing the girl closely, placed an oxygen mask on her face. "This may be a bad time, but I still love you." Jesse brought her hand to his face and brushed his lips against her knuckles. He looked into her scared eyes. "The doctors are going to make you better. And then we're going to dance in Swan Lake, with you as the prima donna, and it'll be amazing." But before the recital she would break up with Finn. He didn't mention that bit, but that was how things had to play out for everything to be right. They came to a halt and opened the doors a few seconds later to the emergency room entrance. Rachel was taken in and moved to a hospital bed. One of the on-call nurses immediately began to treat her wounds. Jesse never let go of Rachel's hand. Word count: 592 Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: what always needs to be fixed in these codes? [/scrolly]

[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] There were still hard feelings between the two guys ; Finn and Jesse. She could feel it in her bones as Jesse sat next to her in the ambulance, and the careful workers continued to work around her. It might have been the way the whole atmosphere changed when she spoke Finn’s name, it might have been the fact that they were dating again. Could Rachel actually be angry at Jesse for being mad? They were sort of dating during prom and all the sudden she started to go after Finn again. Everything inside was just so confusing she couldn’t set her mind straight. She liked Finn, but there was something different about Jesse that set him off from other guys that she had dated; granted she had only dated two football players that had come over to Glee, and not an actual drama guy – he was still masculine. It didn’t matter if he was a dancer, most dancers had more muscles than average guys – and were ten times as pretty. He was thinking, she could tell. She looked into his eyes and could see that they were lightly distant, and he didn’t look happy. His brows furrowed and there was sorrow lost in his gentle blue eyes. He was hurting – and Rachel believed it was because of her. She longed to make everything better for him. Looking down at their hands, she gave a gentle squeeze, as much of a squeeze as she could bear before letting her hand go limp again in his. The pain was too much to handle, and she prayed that she either succumbed to the darkness or got the meds to numb her pain. Letting her head lean against the back of the bed, she listened to Jesse’s logic on why Finn wasn’t here, though Rachel kind of had another thought. She had heard that he was going with the New Directions group – or that is what she had assumed, so why wasn’t he there? Was he with someone else? Caring for someone else? Or maybe he was sitting at home caring for himself. Either way it hurt her. “b-but you were there…” She waited for him to look into her eyes, and when he did she smiled, it was small, gentle, but it was still a smile. With his confident reply Rachel smiled, biting back her tears again. It was nice to know that he truthfully believed that she had enough strength in her voice to pull though – not to mention the fact he said she didn’t look bad. Besides the fact that she knew she had to look bad, it was a great thing to hear. She whipped her hand under her eyes, wincing with the second, before coughing into her hand, prompting the medical men to cover her mouth with an oxygen mask. Rachel breathed, trying to continue to hold in her coughs as she could feel Jesse’s soothing thumb rubbing circles onto the top of her hand before speaking. Rachel’s heart stopped when he spoke, before it started again, sending the paramedics into a worried frenzy deciding to start checking for any other broken bones, ribs, anything. Rachel let her eyes flutter, her eyelashes batting and her cheeks blushing, though her head was starting to get even more woozy. She loved him too – and when he said that to her she could feel it, burning inside – but then she kind of felt guilty. Rachel felt guilty, even though she felt good around Jesse. He spoke of swan lake and Rachel muttered weakly, “And you…. My…Siegfried…” It was like she had to remember the role, though they had been practicing the ballet for many weeks, and now she couldn’t remember what he played..? Rachel closed her eyes, blacking out before she found herself in a room, being hooked up to machines, with Jesse sitting next to her, his hands holding one of hers. Blue eyes seemed to smile at her as she turned her head to look at him. The doctors had taken the brace off, but they had her mask on, and an iv plugged into her arm. Catchiing a glimpse of Jesse’s phone on the side table, she took her hand from both of his and snagged the phone, trying to dial the numbers without effect. All that came was pain, and she gasped out, dropping the phone in her lap before closing her eyes, “Jesse…? Will you c-call my d-dads?” ------- Wordcount-749 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- If you want you can totally puppet the dads. X3 they're probably going to come running into the hospital crying for their baby. and im sorry there is little dialog, mostly because she can't really talk with a oxygen mask on. [/scrolly]

[jesse henry st. james]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Jesse had never considered what song he would sing at Rachel's bedside if something were to happen to her. He never pictured anything this bad because he always thought that the biggest thing she would be in the hospital for was laryngitis from singing too much (but this was unlikely; she took the greatest care of her voice) or a twisted ankle from dancing. Those things didn't take too long to fix. For those, it was just a quick trip to the free clinic and they would give her a prescription or a brace and she would be just fine after a week or so. But what she had now was a more long-term injury, and she could be in the hospital for a while. Singing to her would be a nice gesture. But what would he sing? He felt Rachel squeeze his hand, and he relaxed instantly. Her hand fit so perfectly with his. That would never change, he thought with a smile. That fact, he mused, could bring him crawling back to her begging on his knees if he ever left her again for any reason. Of course, it would probably prevent him from leaving in the first place. She leaned back moaning in agony. Jesse decided he didn't like that sound, and the smile instantly fell from his face. His heart clenched in a panic as her hand went limp, dropping down to his stomach. Nonono, don't do that, please! he begged silently. Because that was so much of a not-good sign, and he didn't know what to do. Wow, he was whipped. He hadn't felt like that about a girl before. He smiled sadly at her choked, strained speech. She was right; Jesse was the one there for her, not the one who dared to call himself her boyfriend. He wouldn't be able to at the end of this stressful ordeal, not if Jesse had anything to say about it. He tried to be reassuring to her. "I'll always be there for you. If you want me to." And even if she didn't, as long as she needed someone. She smiled back at him. Such a simple gesture; it made his heart flutter because that was the smile that made men lose their minds willingly, in the best way possible. Or maybe it was just Jesse's. He kept rubbing circles on her hand soothingly. What could be so wring with her that it got into her lungs? Was she sick? Worry consumed him, and he prayed that she would get better soon. The mask kept him from hearing her voice. But wait, it really wasn't that bad, right? That was what he said to her. But now he said it to convince himself that she would be fine. He was sure that he couldn't take this too seriously. When Jesse confessed to her, everyone jumped at the effect it had on her heart. One of the paramedics glared at him, warning him not to make her excited. He mumbled out a half-hearted apology. He definitely wasn't sorry to say it; it was the truth, and Jesse was nothing if not an honest person. Seeing her reaction was affirmation enough for him. Maybe it wasn't as real as what Jesse felt, he hoped that it was, but it was there. Talking about Swan Lake appeared to keep her calm, but she spoke so slowly, as if there were something wrong with her memory. "That's right. And we'll come out for bows and everyone will throw flowers at our feet. Most of them will be for you, of course. Your dads will congratulate you, and we'll go out to dinner. Afterward, I'll take you home and kiss you goodnight, and then the next day we'll do it all again, until it has run its course." Jesse squeezed her hand once more reassuringly. He took in every detail of the emergency room when he walked in, closely following Rachel's stretcher. Everything was white, and the room smelled as sterile as it looked. There were a few other patients one of them in even worse condition than Rachel. He vaguely wondered what happened. Car accident? Fell off a building? Fight club? The attending nurse asked Jesse what happened to Rachel as she treated her. "I think she got in a fight. I didn't actually see it happen, but she isn't one to fight back." "By the look of it, she isn't one to defend herself, either," the nurse grimaced. Rachel's eyes fluttered open from unconsciousness, and she made to grab for Jesse's cell phone. She asked him to call her dads, and he obliged. He punched in her home phone number, knowing it by heart, and let it ring a few times before hearing someone pick up on the other end. "Mr. Berry? This is Jesse St. James. I'm calling about Rachel." Being prompted to continue, he explained the situation as calmly as he could. The man on the other end told him that they would be there as soon as they could and hung up without even saying goodbye. Word count: 896 Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: I'll leave the Berry dads for the next post... xD [/scrolly]

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[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Jesse’s reassuring voice made Rachel’s heart smile. Everything was getting so blurred. Where what she..? Right, held tight in the back of an ambulance. That is why her head felt like it had been smashed into the floor, her hands run over by a car, and as if a feral puma had jumped on her and savagely ripped to shreds by poison barbed claws. The only thing that didn’t hurt was her feet, and they were probably the only thing on her that wasn’t covered in her own blood. It was clear that everything she was wearing had to be tossed. That scarf that Kurt had enjoyed so much, her tulle skirt, even the white shirt and colored head bands were all probably spattered with the crimson droplets coming from her scalp, her lips, her nose and the many assorted cuts on her face, and hands. Too bad, she really loved that outfit. “I do.” She murmured. She did want Jesse to be there for her, and if that meant she needed to choose between him and Finn that is what would happen. Rachel wanted to feel his warmth against her, to smell his cologne, to give her comfort. “its so cold.” She murmured, feeling her body shake in response. She couldn’t understand why all of the sudden her toes started going numb and freezing. Why she couldn’t feel the tips of her fingers. She could feel the start of the black out, not only could she feel the tired ache behind her eyes, but she could also feel the shortness of breath, not to mention the fact that it scared her senseless, that she might fade into the blackness. Though inside there was an overwhelming feeling to just let her eyes close and let the silence consume her. If it wasn’t for Jesse who was sitting next to her, rubbing circles into her hand and whispering to her about swan lake, and all the things that would happen. Rachel closed her eyes, just for a moment, then she would look at Jesse again. When he spoke about kissing her, Rachel remembered how his lips tasted, how they physically and mentally. “kiss….me godnight…l-like a princess…” She could feel her hand start to slip from his as she fell into the blackness. The feeling of waking up hit her in the face like, well like the floor that she had slammed in her face. The pain hit her all at once and she nearly lurched forward in pain as a nurse held her down, gently cooing to her, saying something that Rachel didn’t completely understand. But she just continued whimpering until she kept herself still so that the nurse could get her IV in and set a few things by the bed. She had motioned to a few buttons, ones that were in easy reach for both of them, before telling them that they needed to be pushed if something was to go wrong. It was more for Jesse, but Rachel tried to pay attention to everything that she was saying. “M-my dads… I want my dads.” She looked to Jesse, let him hang up the phone and let her hand stay on the mask, moving it slightly she tried to speak. “A-are they on their way?” Rachel completely removed the mask and put it beside her head and tried to sit up just a bit more, even though everything in her body was screaming at her to tell her to stop. Her head was throbbing and she was starting to get nauseous. The shaking was starting to get visibly worse and the pain was so intense that she could almost taste the blood again. “Jesse..don’t ever leave me.” She put her hand over her stomach and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the bile down that she knew and felt coming back up. “oh…my..” Lurching forward, and grabbin onto the edge of the bed, she leaned over the side of the bed-the side that jesse was on, somehow missing him- finding the trash can, she let her body contract and extract all the venom from her body. Bringing her hands to her face, instead of finding the normal bile that would be seen, blood bubbled over her lips covering her hands and cheeks. She looked up to Jesse, coughing again, bringing up more blood than before. Why was this happening to her, why. Controlling the urge to vomit again, Rachel coughed sending her into a fit of coughs that shook her body, and made her shake. Losing all this blood , seeing all this blood. “Jesse…jesse.” She couldn’t take her eyes off the red on her hands, her voice terrified, and on the verge of tears. “I-I’m s-scared…I think…i….i….” blinking once, twice, her eyes rolled back into her head and her body fell limp back onto the pillow, her body lightly convulsing on the bed. Her brain, damaged from the smashing against the floor was misfiring, sending her limbs into a irreversible movement that didn’t stop. Then it stopped – as soon as the nurses got in she was still, her body stopped moving, and she stopped breathing. If they couldn’t get her breathing again, she would have more brain damage than she had already obtained, and maybe – just maybe she wouldn’t make it. ------- Wordcount-876 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- If you want you can totally puppet the dads. X3 they're probably going to come running into the hospital crying for their baby. and im sorry there is little dialog, mostly because she can't really talk with a oxygen mask on. [/scrolly]

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[jesse henry st. james]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Rachel looked so pale and fragile. All the blood... So much blood... The ambulance had to go faster, as fast as it could, because Jesse couldn't bear seeing her like this. She was never meant to look like this, not under the harsh fluorescent lights in bloodstained clothes, not struggling for each and every breath, not so dizzy or in so much pain. She was supposed to be on a stage, singing her heart out. His own heart broke that she was hanging on his every word. It also, in a way, made him feel better for his own selfish reasons; he was in love with her and she wasn't rejecting him. "Really? You mean it, you want me?" Jesse asked, almost disbelieving. After all, she wasn't his. God, what did she see in that giant? He didn't even deserve her, like Jesse did. She hummed sweetly. She wanted him there. He sighed, "If I wasn't so worried about hurting you, I would hold you and not let go. Ever." So fragile. Why did this have to happen? Her grip on his hand grew slack. She mumbled something about goodnight. Jesse wasn't sure what to do... He looked to one of the paramedics for advice and they shot him a look that clearly said, are you insane? Sleep was bad. "No, baby, stay with me, okay? Come on, stay awake--" Rachel's hand fell limp. Another doctor swore loudly. She was out cold. "What's happening? Is she going to be okay?" They didn't say anything. They didn't know. Jesse wouldn't let on how afraid he was. He couldn't. It was his duty to be strong for her, to be some sort of anchor to real life where everything was fine and dandy, and they could dance and sing in a way that was not anywhere near as campy as it sounded. He would hold her hand even if she couldn't feel it, dammit, just to prove that he was there. But he may have been more scared than she was. Once Rachel came to, he could finally breathe again. That was lucky. She was on an IV now, giving her medicine and blood to her brain. At least, that's what Jesse thought. He didn't know how these things worked or what they were supposed to do. The nurse gave them simple instructions to call if she was needed and left the pair alone. "Hey," he greeted, nearly laughing at how relieved he was. "You had me going for a bit there. They told me you had a concussion. We weren't sure if you were going to wake up." After all that, he finally leaned in and hugged her. Loosely, naturally, because of her wounds. It felt a but like coming home, and he just breathed her in. Oh, how he'd missed this. Jesse hung up the phone. "Don't worry. They're on their way," he told her soothingly. Akron was a while away from Lima, but if he knew Rachel's dads, they would likely break several traffic laws to get to the hospital to see her. She had multiple rolls of gauze wrapped around her head and arms now. It was not a particularly flattering look. Well, it wouldn't be good for anyone, he guessed. The cuts on her arms weren't that serious, or so the doctors said. But the concussion was really bad, and so she needed to be monitored for next 24 hours so they could be sure she wouldn't slip into a coma or something. That made Jesse worry. No, he was no medical expert, but people didn't always wake up from comas, and what if Rachel was one of them? "I'm not going anywhere," he assured Rachel gently. He pulled her hair away from her face and brought the trash can to her as she vomited. The sight of blood again made him wince and wonder if he should call someone. Oh god... He was starting to get a little light-headed himself. She started... Seizing, was it? He had no idea what was going on, seeing only her body thrashing violently against the hospital bed. Jesse screamed for someone, anyone, to make it stop. Whatever the nurse told him earlier just flew out of his head. This was happening, it was real, and he couldn't handle it. His heart hammered against his ribcage. He was so lost, where did they all go, why wasn't anyone coming? Suddenly, it stopped. Everything stopped, even time itself, it seemed. Rachel flatlined for about 30 seconds, not breathing. Jesse had sense enough to get the mask back on her face, fumbling with it as he did so, when a group of nurses finally came in. They scrambled around her, getting different things from drawers and cabinets all around. One of them got a different kind of mask, which she used to pump air in and out of Rachel's lungs and get her breathing, even though she couldn't do it on her own. She was being moved to the ICU, where it was easier to treat her properly. They got her stabilized, and Jesse pulled a chair up next to her bed, holding her hand once again. "Come, stop your crying; it'll be alright." He sang to her softly. Could she even hear? He didn't even care if she couldn't. "Just take my hand. Hold it tight. I will protect you from all around you. I will be here, don't you cry..." He brushed a stray hair away from her face fondly. "For one so small, you seem so strong. My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can't be broken; I will be here, don't you cry. You'll be in my heart; yes, you'll be in my heart from this day on, now and forevermore. You'll be in my heart, no matter what they say. You'll be here in my heart always." Jesse didn't need her friends' approval to love her, even if he did have it. Rachel's dads came in sooner than he expected, ignoring Jesse and rushing to her side. You're welcome for taking care of your daughter, he thought to himself, only mildly frustrated. But as much as he wanted some attention, Rachel was more important. Word count: 1129. Well, you deserve it. Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: wake up whenever you want to; otherwise, they're your puppets~! [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Rachel just nodded in Jesse’s direction. Of course she wanted him – who wouldn’t want someone who shared common interests, not to mention the fact that he was just as passionate about everything as she was. She always seemed struck to silence when he sang with her. The first time, and the last time – though the last time she wasn’t even expecting another voice, much less his. Rachel was just spending her time, working on her music for prom when he came in, supporting her, and bringing her wonderful solo into a diehard near perfect duet. Their words matched – their voices danced, and the harmonies clung to each other, dying to never fall apart. Their voices demanded to be together, why shouldn’t they be together? They had broken each other’s hearts enough – it was time to mend the cracks and cradle the love. “i-i…care…a lot for you Jesse.” Rachel murmured, keeping her drooping brown eyes on his soft blue ones. Finn was her first love, there was always something left from the first love – not to mention the fact that he was around her every day and showed her compassion, most of the time, when she needed it. He believed in her and he made sure that no one verbally beat her down to an extreme extent. Though most of the time it still happened. It wasn’t up to the brunette whether or not she was going to be bullied – even though it was usually from the other students in New Directions, mostly santana, - and when it happened, Finn was there to keep their words from hurting her too much. When she didn’t have her musical partner, she was empty and Finn filled that gap. The things that Finn and Rachel shared were slim to none, besides the one time that she played football, the only thing that they had in common was glee. Jesse sighed, gently speaking about how he would hold her if he wasn’t afraid. That really meant that it was bad, didn’t it? Rachel bit her lip, feeling the tears spill over her lids. Why did he care so much for her? She felt the need to just be with him, to let him hold her and take her fears away. To feel his hands run nimbly though her hair, gently cradle her neck and let his head rest gently on her forehead, his lips whispering and letting his lips murmur against her nose – words that soothed her soul. She needed that. “j-jesse.” Gently, shaking and with little strength, Rachel brought her hand up to his face, letting it carefully mold around his jaw for a second before it dropped back into his hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt the edges of her sanity start to break apart like the edge of a rope slowly ripping apart. She could hear jesse’s scream, his calling for her. “i…….i…” and then the strings fell apart. Coming back too, she saw him, sitting their brilliantly next to her. While the nurse explained everything, Rachel tried to take everything in. One, she was in a hospital. Two, she was in a lot of pain. Three, everything smelled extremely bad. Four, she felt as if she was going to vomit. His soft voice entered her ears and she looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow and emotion. They sparkled gently in the light as he spoke about what was wrong with her, “i….do…?” her head hurt so much that all she could think of was a blurry fuzz. She could have died? Was she that close on the brink of death that it could have taken her…? She was feeling bad but was it that bad? Arms wrapped protectively around her and all she could do is lean her cheek into his and smell the cologne wafting off of him. He smelled wonderful, not to mention how good he felt. His warm body against her chilled one, “don’t move….please.” her heart screamed for him to be there and her voice was strained and sounded as if she was on the verge of tears. Rachel could feel him pull away, and stopped him from moving too far away, “j-jesse….” She let her eyes roam his face, as if trying to read his poker face. “i….i..llo-“ Rachel closed her eyes, trying to take a deep breath. Did she love him? Love always was a strong word for her, that was why she had kept from saying it to anyone yet. It was just how he looked at her, how he watched her. Pulling away completely, he told her that her dads were on their way. She wanted them, and needed them too. She also wanted her mom. Looking to Jesse she prayed that maybe he would call her Birth mother. Maybe she would come down and love her like she had always wanted. Maybe she would see the daughter that she passed up in bandages and stitches, coughing up blood and laying in the hospital and she would become the mother that Rachel wanted. There was always something to be said about a guy who held your hair for you, even though this was bad, it was a nice gesture as then she started to freak out. All the blood scared the girl inside. Every fiber of her being started to shake in terror. She didn’t want to die, she…didn’t…want….Rachel remembered shaking, before even more of her fibers fell apart. Her dads pushed their way into the hospital, talking both at once to a flustered nurse who stared at them wide eyed, trying to understand what they were getting at. Once she had gotten them to slow down and talk one after another, she got the girls name, and the room number before running though the hospital. The last time they had been one with their daughter, she was being handed to them by her mother, nearly eight teen years ago. Too long some would say, but Rachel was a strong and brilliant girl who never got hurt, and never seemed to get sick. Swinging open the door to Rachel’s ICU room, they pushed past the pretty boy, running their hands through their daughters hair, crying at the sight that they had seen. She was torn to pieces by the girl. Looking at the machines that she was hooked up too, she must have had problems with her heart, and with the way her face looked, she probably had brain trauma. “My baby…” they murmured together. One, the taller of the two, walked out of the room, tears in eyes and phone in hand, he was off to call everyone he knew, for their prayers and then their lawyer. The other looked to Jesse, “Jesse… have you been with her this whole time…?” He looked to rachel and the boy, he could see the blood on his shirt –probably from where he had hugged her – and assumed that he had been the one to pull the two girls apart. Looking to their daughter, he watched her still frame, pale and nearly lifeless on the bed. Her hair was messy and caked in blood, her nose was broken, and she was getting a black eye. She was covered in bandages and was breathing with help from the machine. Soon she would wake up. She had to. ------- Wordcount-1225 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- that 1000 wordcount thing didn't end up working out too well [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] She cared for him. Just the thought of that made Jesse smile. It was more than he expected her to say, considering the circumstances, but he would take whatever he could get. Wanting him, caring for him... maybe it was close enough to love that he would give her another chance. He would give her as many chances as she wanted. After all, she'd already had three: one when they met, one after "Run Joey, Run" (what a nightmare, never again), and one for her junior prom. He'd nearly gotten into a fight over her at the dance. With Finn, of course. The idiot was jealous because Jesse had Rachel again and he didn't, even if this arrangement was only for the night. A little PDA never hurt anyone, he recalled with a light smirk. Oh, victory is sweet. He would gladly fight for her again. As she slipped from consciousness, Jesse had to wonder... Why didn't he, back at gLo? How did he not notice her across the bar, easily close to a dangerous situation? He would have defended her. He would have even if it got him arrested, even if it meant going against his gentlemanly code and hitting a girl (this didn't apply during show choir; Vocal Adrenaline would succeed or die trying). But he was drunk and distracted instead. It was his fault, all his fault. She wouldn't be like this if he wasn't such an idiot. And she had caressed his face like he didn't do this to her. She had cried for him. Jesse had to make it up to her somehow. He couldn't protect her then, but from now on... He was never going to let her down. That is, if she got out of this. Shit. When Rachel woke up, it was like a miracle. "Yeah, you do. They didn't tell me how bad it was, though. But they are going to fix it." They had better, at least. Jesse would offer them no forgiveness if they screwed up in treating her, especially not if she died. Then again, Jesse knew next to nothing about concussions. While Rachel's looked pretty severe, there was a chance that it wasn't as bad as it looked and that she would be perfectly okay. Did things work that way? She was cold and shaking, shivering into Jesse's embrace. He was a little surprised, thinking that pain from the deep gashes covering her upper body would shoot through her nerves and make it too much. The closeness, however, was something about which he wasn't about to complain. In fact, he was loving it. "As you wish," he grinned, allowing his reach to bring her in closer, holding her tighter than was probably necessary. He felt her relax into him. She pulled away from him slightly, tentatively. "Yes? What is it?" he gazed at her questioningly. The statement didn't make it all the way out. Jesse understood; saying it was a big deal. He tended to toss it around, the exaggerating person he was, but to Rachel it was a phrase of commitment. His heart skipped a beat nonetheless. Maybe her feelings were as real as his, and that was kind of awesome. He would have to say it for her, he decided. "I love you," he declared shamelessly. He'd said it before, and he would say it again, no regrets. Jesse didn't particularly want to let her go, but he did for the necessity of calling her dads. As much as he wanted to be alone with Rachel, she needed her family at a time like this, much more than a friend she may or may not have been in love with. But that would be nice, wouldn't it? Being in love? In the ICU, the most he could do for her was croon softly in her ear, wishing she would be able to hear him, to know how much she meant to him. Jesse wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke up. If she woke up. Dammit, she had to. She would, he told himself. Otherwise, what was he doing there? Rachel's dads were positively frantic. Of course they were. Rachel was their baby, who they fought so hard to have and to keep. She was a lot to lose. Jesse got out of their way, already having had so much time with her. The men finally looked to him after fretting over their daughter, trying to confirm what exactly had occured to reduce her to this state. "I never left her for a second, sir." He fidgeted uncomfortably under their stares. Strange... he wasn't normally this nervous around them. It could happen if one is in love with another's daughter, he guessed. "If it's alright, I'll come back every day until she gets better. I..." He turned back to the unconscious girl. "I really care about her," he finished lamely. They nodded. "We have no problem with it, honey," the shorter of them said. "We can't be here all the time, after all. Just make sure you take good care of her." Jesse nodded. "Believe me. I will." Word count: 916 Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: Roughly how long should she be out...? talking, talking, talking, talking, talkiing [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Jesse was trying to convince Rachel that she was ok. He said she was hurt, and she could feel that, in her mind that is what she understood. But he told her that she would be ok, or that they would fix her. Would they be able to fix the broken bones and the scraped skin, pull her back together with stitches and bandages? Rachel couldn’t answer that, Rachel could barely speak much less answer a question on her condition when she couldn’t even see herself. All she could remember was the pain as her face hit the ground, and the Spanish that was slung at her from the girl who was sitting her back and had fistfuls of her brown tresses between her talon like fingers. The comforting feeling of the guys long, warm, strong arms embracing her sent chills up her spine, chills that she didn’t want to lose. It was like magic from his fingertips. No – it didn’t stop the pain when he held her close, but the heart ache subsided and she felt perfectly content being held by the guy who had just probably saved her life. Not to mention he held strong feelings for her and probably sang better than any other guy that she had met. Was there anything that was wrong with him..? oh right – the time when he slammed eggs in her face and allowed the rest of Vocal Adrenaline to toss the baby chickens at her. Jesse knew that she was a strong animal advocate – and she had nightmares many days after that, all those dead chickens, wanting their revenge. Instead of moving Rachel just let her cheek rest against his, trying to soak everything in. He did deserve a second chance. He seemed to care, genuinely if she was ok and for her future career. Why did he care so much, for her? It didn’t seem to make sense. He was so talented; he would have kept his scholarship and went on to be a great professional show choir member, a leader – the lead. But he was here, with her, holding her gently within his arms. And as she gazed into his eyes, the blue orbs, she realized she didn’t want him to leave, nor did she want him to find someone else. So she tried to tell him – she tried to tell him everything that she felt for him – but all that came out were muttered words of love. He seemed to get it, and when he did his eyes softened. He declared his love for her, as if it was something that he had been wanting to tell her for a long time. With a small nod, she let herself rest back down on the bed – their love was the same – or at least that’s what she hoped. ---- Everything was dark, cold and dark, it couldn’t have been more than a minute in that timeless warp like place when Rachel blinked open her eyes, pain gone, the stark white room, bright with noon day sun. The slow beeping of the monitor brought Rachel back more than the light or her body seemed to do. She was no longer in her clothes, that was odd, why was she wearing a white gown? The almost scratchy material lay against her skin with a few of her blankets from home resting over her body. All of her fingers, besides a few were wrapped, and she could feel the bandages on her head tightly over her forehead. She wasn’t intubated, though the oxygen mask over her lips sent calm waves of needed gas into her struggling lungs. Rachel watched the monitor, watched the red lines dance across the screen in a clear precise manor. She squinted as if trying to understand what the screen was trying to tell her. What was it saying? There was a shifting sound, sending Rachel into a light panic as she turned her head to see Jesse, lounging in a chair, sleeping but slowly stirring. What happened, what was wrong with her? Why was she in the hospital? She felt her heart race, sending the beeping into a quicker pace – sending nurses of all sides to her aid. They smiled at Rachel as they walked in and rubbed the sides of her arms, trying to calm her down “It’s alright dear – you’re ok, it ok.” They turned to look a Jesse, who was awake, and had taken their place as they slowly started to move away from the bed out of the room. “Jesse…? Jesse..?” she sounded surprised that he was here. “What h-happened.” Grabbing the mask, she gently moved it off her face and let it fall around her neck. “Where is Finn? Why isn’t her here?” Of course she was worried? Why wasn’t the guy she was dating here…? Why was Jesse here? Rachel of course didn’t mind that Jesse was there, that wasn’t her problem. She knew that they had a connection, and she had always had a running crush on him which was only strengthened by the fact that they had dated last year. “Where are my dads? Why am I hooked to all of these machines? Why – why why why why.” Rachel shook her head closing her eyes trying to remember, she remembered a sign, gLo – but then she blanked, there was something loud, and then shaking, she could remember her whole body shaking. Then she remembered Jesse, him hugging her and then him professing his love, and her pretty much doing the same. “You were with me….”She closed her eyes trying to remember. His body – that cologne, then the window – it was dark – the sky was clouded and there was no moon, no stars. But now it was day – sunny, bright. She had been….out… “how long…? Have I been….out…?” she looked up to Jesse, her eyes scared and defenseless. She needed him now more than ever. ------- Wordcount-986 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- sory for the wait - and im trying to get rachel to saaay something - i also want to pull finn into here, maybe soon? what'cha think? [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Two days had come and gone in the time since Rachel seized(? He didn't know) and Jesse hadn't been sleeping very well. How could he? The idea that she might not wake up had been invading his mind in the later hours of the night, relentless and haunting. He was still at the hospital every day to see her, from when the visiting hours started until the nurses literally had to throw him out. She had at least remained stable during that time. No sudden hiccups or stops in her heartbeat, and they managed to stem the flow of blood and she was already starting to heal. Jesse had been informed that she would make it, but they couldn't tell how extensive the brain damage was until she woke up. At this point, they expected her to. He only hoped they were right. Sometime in his latest visit, he fell asleep. Rachel was right there in front of him, sleeping soundly, breathing aided by a machine. The soft rhythm of her heartbeat was beeping on the monitor, and it was oddly relaxing... It would be alright if he just shut his eyes for a little while, right? After all, the morning sun glared through the window and it was too bright for his eyes to handle. Jesse allowed his eyes to droop shut and his head to fall forward onto the hospital bed right by Rachel's hip, and he slowly drifted from consciousness, too... A couple hours later, he sensed movement and began to wake up. Why was there moving...? Oh yes. He was in the hospital with Rachel. She was unconscious. Well, apparently not anymore, as she stared back at him with wide eyes. "Good morning, starshine," Jesse mumbled in greeting, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The soft beeping increased in tempo, causing several nurses to fly into the room. Once they'd calmed her down, they gave him a polite nod and left. Rachel was worried about Finn again, which was a pang straight to Jesse's heart. Well, it seemed like she didn't remember... but that didn't stop it from aching. "He's probably asleep or playing video games or eating or whatever it is guys like him do. I don't even know if he knows that you're here." That was just unfair to him; why did she still care about Finn? Jesse had been there for her every day. He took care of her. Or, well, he helped since he really had no idea what to do. It was more than Finn did, at least. "Considering that it's the middle of the day, your dads are probably at work. Do you want me to call them?" Jesse asked gently. Even if she was going on about him, he still cared about her. He told her that he loved her, and that wasn't about to change. The poor girl was confused, maybe too confused to answer, until her memory came back to her. She remembered him, and the ache started to subside. Actually, he felt like jumping up and hugging her so tightly that she wouldn't be able to breathe, but that was a bad idea. He settled for smiling brightly instead. "You've only been out for a two days. You haven't missed much, so don't worry." He grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together as much as he could, and softly kissed her knuckles through the bandages. "I missed you, though." Word count: 604 Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: Sure, whenever Ellis finishes his app~! [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Everything was so odd to her; the smell, the sounds, the feel – it was so strange. As she finished looking at all of the stainless steel, Rachel could hear the breathing of someone else in the room. Maybe it was her fathers, or someone, but she didn’t expect him gently resting his head next to her hip. Rachel reached out to brush his hair. Feeling her hand lightly brush through his curls, she let her hand rest back on her stomach, trying to fight through the panic. She should remember why she was in this room, why there was no pain, but there were bandages covering her entire body, she should remember everything. Dazed and disoriented, Rachel started to freak – taking in a sharp breath, which came out in short stuttering breaths, her heart jumped from its calm, slow beat to an unhealthy rhythmic pattern that made her breathing harder and faster than it needed to be. She was scared, and starting to have a panic attack. Closing her eyes she tried to think of a better place, as if a twisted and bruised Dorothy wanting nothing more than her home once more. It wasn’t until after the nurses held her that she realized everything was going to be ok. That’s when Jesse’s state became apparent to her. He looked exhausted, there were dark bags around his eyes and his hair didn’t look nearly as styled as it normally was. It didn’t look particularly bad, but it wasn’t something that she saw. He wore easy clothes. Things that looked good together, but didn’t take long to match – that is what the boy was wearing. He sleepily wiped his eyes before murmuring a good morning of sorts to her. Starshine – Rachel loved that. Her fathers used to say, ‘my little Ko-Chav,’ which was of course star in Hebrew. Starshine had to be her pet name, from Jesse. Blushing she looked away from his gaze, down at her hands before looking back up to him from under her eyelashes the blush still radiating across her cheeks. “hey jesse..” She felt like a child around him – but all in the good ways. Rachel could see that she had hit a sour note when she had spoken about Finn – which it shouldn’t have. She was dating him, and Jesse knew that. Almost harsh words fell from Jesse’s mouth as she asked where he was. That wasn’t what she was looking for at all, “Well does he know…?” There was a pause of silence, no one spoke – “He doesn’t know does he.” Anger filled Rachel before she looked away from Jesse, “how could you not tell him?! Jesse! He needs to know!” She let he eyes find Jesse again, “please.. call my dads – but I want you to call Finn too.” Nothing but serious words fell from her mouth. He needed to know, and jesse would tell him. After she had calmed down just a bit – Jesse spoke about how long she was out – and how she didn’t miss much. That was when he took he took her hand, ever so gently taking each finger and twining them with his. It didn’t matter that she was dating Finn at that moment, she loved the feeling that his fingers made in between hers, she loved the way he looked at her. Jesse left a kiss on each of her mangled knuckles, sending warmth through her body. Squeezing her hands against his she looked at Jesse, before speaking, “Jesse, I have feelings for you, I know that for a fact. I know that every day…. I think of you. You’re sweet and caring, and talented, but I’m scared of getting hurt again….and Finn – I don’t know if I love him…or if my feelings are mixed for you because I see him all the time, and never see you.” He seemed to be listening, but all Rachel wanted to do was sing about it, but her diaphragm hurt – and she wasn’t going to risk it. She was confused, and she needed help. Looking away she took a minute before looking back at him, "i don't remember anything, i don't remember why im here, i don't remember how i got here, and i don't remember anything. Why am i here Jesse...?" ------- Wordcount-709 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- let the arguing about finn begin. XD he doesn't have to accept and call him the first time she asked, rachel in the next post can be like - please jesse for me. X3 she loves him, she does, the poor girl just doesn't remember a lot and is very confused. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] While he was asleep, Jesse felt a hand on his head running gently through his wavy hair. He smiled into the scratchy cotton. That feels nice... he thought, moving himself closer to the source of the motion. Wait a minute... That would be Rachel. She was finally awake. But the hand, her hand, left his scalp. Not cool. "Why'd you stop...?" he mumbled sleepily, but she didn't hear him from being in a panic. Starshine. He should call her that more often if she reacted so cutely every time. That theory would have to be tested another day, though, on a day when she wasn't incapacitated by injury. She had healed well over the past two days, but not completely, not yet. At least, when the nurses came in to change the bandages, they weren't full of fresh, bright scarlet blood. It was to prevent infection, they'd said. To keep the wounds sterile until they'd closed completely. They even showed him how to do it so he could take care of her once she was released. Now that she was awake, that could be soon. Jesse and Finn had never gotten along very well. Not only were they rivals for Rachel's heart, but they had been in competition for leads in New Directions. Not that that was possible anymore; Jesse, no longer a student, couldn't participate in competitions as a contestant or choir member and had to be a coach. Of course, he absolutely relished being in a position of power over Finn. He could make Rachel feel like the star she was while at the same time bringing Finn down to the level he deserved. Because he was an expert, people trusted his judgement. Now, though, Rachel would rather have Finn around than him...? Absurd. Completely crazy. "Why should I call him? Unless I'm wrong, I thought that Kurt was going to. Finn could have come in any time he wanted to!" Jesse began, trying not to yell at her. She didn't deserve his anger, especially not in this state. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a nervous tic he'd developed whenever he got frustrated. "Why do you want him around, anyway. You have me." He didn't have her, though. He wanted her sometimes so badly that it hurt, and prove that to her he would. After her confession, he pushed his chair back and got on his knees and said, "I promise, Rachel, I'll never hurt you again. Give me a chance; I'll do whatever it takes to show you. Just tell me what I need to do to make it up to you. Anything, anything at all." For good measure, he added, "And I'll always be there for you. But not in a stalker-ish way." He smiled in an attempte to diffuse the tension fron the situation. Her breathing was pained and shallow. "It might be in your best interest not to speak. Can you try to remember? Can you remember any of it at all? Just nod or shake your head." Jesse wasn't sure if he should just tell her or try to get her to remember on her own. He'd seen on TV that therapists and the like get the patients to talk about their traumas when they had lost their memories. Maybe he would give it some time before deciding. Word count: 587 (I guess this is short for the sake of time... I'll add more details and conversation points later...) Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: Jesse is whipped anyway XD. Do you think he should tell her, or wait for her memory to come back? [/scrolly]

[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Even though his words almost didn’t register, Rachel could still read his lips as he spoke. He wanted her to continuously run her hands through her hair If she maybe could have felt her fingers, or even been able to move them, she would have loved to continue letting her hand run through the soft tresses. But right now, she just feared and sent herself into a widespread panic that sent her breathing into a terrifying whirlwind that had spun completely out of control. All she had to do was calm down – breath and let herself relax or she would be in a worse state than she already was. Rachel could feel the hate radiate off of him, flowing like waves as she even talked about Finn. There was so much hatred between the two guys that it was hard for Rachel to believe, that they could have such a strong loathing for each other. Jesse did call Finn out on all of his imperfections, and Finn did nearly clean Jesse’s clock at prom, his right hook nearly blind sided Jesse and would have left a whole lot of damage. They of course both got kicked out and left Rachel alone with Quinn who literally slapped her so hard that each time she saw her she could still feel the pain sometimes. It radiated through her. She had thought that all the fighting between the two of them was over when Rachel had decided not to go after Finn, but somehow mixed in the translation, because He had gone after her, she was just as upset with the brunette diva as she would have been if she had taken him herself. Looking down she tried to hide from the anger in Jesse’s eyes. Rachel scrunched he face once or twice, keeping the tears away before looking back, “you should call him because you care enough for me to make sure that everyone that I know, or that I care about knows.” I may love you, Rachel thought, but –“I’m still dating him, and he deserves to know! You know that! W-wouldn’t you like him to tell you if he were in the same seat as you are?! What if you didn’t know Jesse? What if…?” She was so upset with him – Rachel just wanted him to do something for her and he almost flat out told her no. Taking a deep breath – trying to control her anxiety – Rachel Murmured “He’s my friend jesse… Even if I’m not dating him… I want him here….” She wanted all of her friends, she needed comfort – Everyone was there for Quinn when she had her baby – where were they now for Rachel when she needed them. “Please… Jesse…. Just call him..” She didn’t think that she was in any condition to be calling someone, and if she had to call him she would. Rachel would be irate with Jesse, and would believe everything that people said about him, that he just cared for himself. As he pushed his chair away, Rachel sat herself up as much as she could, she looked at Jesse, who had grabbed her hand tenderly and spoke in quick sentences that were almost hard to hear and full of little tremors in there that probably only she could point out. The tender caring words nearly brought tears to her eyes. Of course he promised to never hurt her – but was that true..? Did he really want her or did he just want something over Finn? Even though there was a chance that he only wanted her to make Finn jealous, she completely trusted in him that he wanted her for her, not just for selfish reasons. Taking her hands from him, she ran her hands through his hair, letting her hands rest halfway on his neck and the tips of her fingers in his curls. “I love you Jesse tell me you love me to.” She only waited there for a moment before laying back down and closing her eyes, “I can’t remember it’s too hard.” ------- Wordcount-676 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- its quick posted ill put the colors in a moment. i have to eat [/scrolly]

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[jesse henry st. james]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Jesse listened to Rachel talk about Finn with pursed lips. He made her cry, but his frustration was greater than his guilt at that. That was really saying something, because making her suffer emotionally was something he'd sworn not to do ever again. The first time it happened, the only time he consented to it, was when he left New Directions for Vocal Adrenaline just before Regionals of the previous year. Somehow, he let his so-called friends convince him that it was okay to throw eggs at her in their school parking lot. He remembered staring at that egg like he was about to throw his life away for a singing competition. He remembered smashing it in her face and instantly regretting it, but not the words he said before he did it. That was why all of Rachel's friends despised him, especially Finn. He betrayed them, and that wasn't about to change because he was sorry. He led Rachel along and then dumped her in the eggy, gooey dust. That's what he made his Vocal Adrenaline friends believe, at least; he never meant to lead her on. In fact, he never really was leading her on. What was the point when everything changed, and he fell for her...? "The people who matter already know," Jesse snapped, without really meaning to. "I called your family. Kurt probably called your friends. They don't even want to talk to me!" He nearly stormed out of the room at that, but he didn't want to leave her alone. He turned back to her and paced back to where he was sitting just before he reached the door, gripping the back of his chair as he continued. "Yeah, okay. He deserves to know. But that doesn't mean that he deserves you. He's clumsy. He doesn't have your talent or ambition, and he's too easily distracted by some other pretty face. Don't tell me that he hasn't broken your heart by running off with someone else." He thought back to what little of their junior prom he was there for. Finn was there with Quinn, and not Rachel-- not that Jesse was complaining about this. Jesse stood up straighter and paced around the room in an attempt to clear his mind. "I think you and I both know that he would do the same thing I'm doing if he were here instead of me. Of course I'd want to know if something happened to you, but..." He scoffed. "He would voluntarily talk to me about it when Hell freezes over. Let's be honest here." He considered the other possibilities and methods of finding out. "I might call your house and ask your dads about you, and they would tell me. Although, Finn's probably too dumb to figure that out on his own..." Oh, what a mental image. Finn wondering vaguely why Rachel hasn't contacted him in a couple days, shrugging it off and being thankful for the quiet. Not feeling the need to be around her constantly, like Jesse did. Jesse made it back to his chair and fell into it with a sigh. He perked up at the mention of the word "friend". Rachel was begging him to do this, looking at him with those eyes that just tugged on his heartstrings... He sighed again in defeat. "What's the number?" He punched it into his phone as Rachel told him, and he had to leave a message since no one picked up, informing Finn of Rachel's condition. "There. Better?" It wouldn't be any better for him if Finn came barging into the room, but for Rachel's sake he would put up with it. Fighting with words was one thing, and they all found out firsthand that fighting with fists was another. Rachel held him as he knealt at her bedside. He let his eyes fall closed, relaxing into her touch. The anger subsided almost immediately; she had that kind of effect on him. "So much. I love you with all my heart." For a moment, he stupidly and selfishly wished that if and when Finn showed up, she would break up with him. But that didn't matter, really. She said it. She said it with conviction and meaning and all that was good in the world agreed. Trying to make the moment last as long as possible, Jesse hummed softly to the chorus of "Your Song" by Sir Elton John. Sorrowfully, all good things come to an end, and Rachel let go. He got up and kissed her forehead before pulling the chair up once more. The floor was getting a little uncomfortable."I didn't see everything that happened, but the basic story is that Santana threw the world's biggest bitch-fit and attacked you. Things got intense, ending with you bleeding on the floor and Santana getting arrested. Kurt was with you until the ambulance came, and you asked me to come with you. I've been here every day until they have to literally throw me out onto the street. And that's the short version of it." He took her hand and gave it another gentle squeeze. "Don't worry. I'm sure the rest of it will come to you." Word count: 928 Tagged: Rachel Berry Notes: There will almost certainly be more fighting if and when Finn gets in on this [/scrolly]

[rachel barbra berry]

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[atrb=background,http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/9220/jesse1.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] The second that Jesse snapped Rachel looked away. She didn’t think that he would get angry with her. Everything that she asked from him was a simple request, maybe not for him – but in essence it wasn’t difficult. He spoke again about calling her family, and Kurt calling the rest of her friends. Jesse stormed away from the bed, and started to walk to the door. Rachel became panicked, she lifted herself off of the back of the bed reaching her hand out to him “Don’t!” he stopped, “Please Jesse, don’t leave.” She didn’t have anyone else here, and she didn’t want to lose the only one that cared enough to stay with her constantly. He turned back, walking over to the chair, his hands gripping the back of the chair like talons as he almost tried to control himself. Rachel could feel it. Once Jesse had finished his second monologue, Rachel let her eyes flick from him to the bed and back three or four times before she could even think. Yes. He had broken her heart so many times, going out with Quinn, Giving himself to Santana. That she still hadn’t forgiven him for – even though she still had lied to him – saying that she had given herself to Jesse, she told him the truth and her heart was broken when she heard that he had done it with Santana. But could Jesse actually use that – he had broken her heart and did it in front of the rest of the Vocal Adrenaline cast. “Y-you both broke my heart.” Rachel murmured, keeping her eyes off of Jesse’s afraid of what she would see. But otherwise he was right. Rachel was ambitious, and Finn just seemed to skate by. While he talked, he started to pace, that could be good and bad Rachel decided. As long as he wasn’t yelling at her then she would silently listen to him, keeping her eyes from his when she felt or heard too much anger in his voice. “You’re right.” Rachel looked at her hands, Finn would do the same thing that Jesse was doing – but she didn’t want to think that they were close to each other at all, they were both different and she wanted to see that, “I just thought that you would be..the bigger person….” Maybe she played that a little stronger than she needed to, but in all reality she did believe that he would have done it. Rachel still did care about Finn – and she didn’t feel comfortable around all the bashing that he was doing. Rachel’s eyes followed him to his chair and watched him sit down, only perking up when she said friend. Rachel decided to keep her eyes glued on him as he gazed back at here. There was a long silence in the room, a silence that only was broken by the little beeps that came from the heart monitor attached to Rachel. Jesse sighed, pulling out his phone and asking for the number. Rachel smiled, and quickly gave him the number – surprised that she had it memorized as she called both Finn and Her fathers. He looked back at her when he finished, clearly not pleased – but he had it done. “Yes very much.” She took his hand, and held it between both of her own. “Thank you Jesse….” As soon as she let her hands touch him, he relaxed into her grip. Letting his cheeks lean against her hand. Rachel blushed and let her fingers gently flex in his hair, her thumbs traced the edge of his jaw. He was so pretty, and how he told her with so much emotion how he cared for her too. “you’re staying here…? In lima…? Instead of going back to California..?” did he care for her enough that he was going to stay here? She listened to his lightly hum, and all she could do was try to hum back, and even though it was on tune, it hurt so bad. She closed her eyes, and let go, setting her body back on the bed as jesse followed her, gently kissing her forehead before sitting back in his chair and trying to tell he what happened. “What? Santana…? No – no, we’re family, she couldn’t have done this to me.” She looked at her hands, the bandages, and then to Jesse, “you have to be mistaken.” She ran her hands over her head and took a deep breath. Having a chance to breath Rachel looked at the boy, “Oh! Jesse! Swan Lake!” She sat up in bed, looking over to him, “Tell me I won’t miss swan lake!” ------- Wordcount-774 Tagged- Jesse ST. James Notes- Lol ok, so um.... Finn. XD whenever he gets the app done, we'll just let him come in. [/scrolly]

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