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17 May 2010 @ 06:03 pm
i quit every game i play  

Title: i quit every game i play
Pairing: Jesse/Rachel
Summary: It was a moment out of one of those Meg Ryan movies that she really used to love, where girl and guy meet again  after ten years and they fall in love again. Jesse sees her again in a chance meeting in an audition - what follows are a series of moments documenting the way friendship changes.
A/N: Yes, it's my turn to have a take on what is soon becoming the most contrived plotline in this fandom. But, to be fair I wrote it about four weeks ago. :D

 

i'm so good at forgetting
and i quit every game i play


When he saw her walk into the room, he wondered how contrived reality could honestly be.
It seemed something like out of one of those far-fetched Meg Ryan movies, the kind she really used to love, where girl and guy meet again coincidentally in New York City, after ten years and they fall in love again.
Except that wasn’t going to happen here. Been there, done that.
He’d done a double take at first – because his initial instinct was to notice those legs. He was a legs guy, always had been, and peeking out from beneath a pair of terry towel shorts were a pair of glossy, toned legs. He wasn’t going to lie – he looked.
And then he realized; he knew those legs. (And his mind had flashed to a time when they used to hook around his waist as their lips brushed).
His eyes had followed up her body, finally settling on the face and his stomach had sunk. Reality sucked.
He took a deep breath and turned away from the petite brunette signing in for the audition – god help him if she got the part. This was his third callback, he wasn’t going to quit. But he wasn’t going to act opposite her either. (Though come to think of it – she probably didn’t want to act opposite him too much either.)
The choreographer began numbering pairs off, one man and one woman and he breathed a sigh of relief when she was sent off with a slender ballerina type guy. Thank god it wasn’t him.
Him and his insufferably dense (albeit hot) dance partner learned the steps quickly and joined the multitude of pairs on the dance floor.
Dancing with the girl was okay – not great, not terrible either. She wasn’t a natural dancer, her steps were halting and a little clumsy from time to time but she managed to keep up. He guessed that she was more comfortable acting.
‘Hold up! Hold up!’ the director called from the table, silencing the music, ‘Something’s not right...’
The dancers glanced at him balefully as he hummed before finally slamming his hand down on the table.
’24 – swap with 28.’
He looked over and saw Rachel frown daintily before swapping partners to a tall, muscled man. She smiled tightly and he pulled her into position.
‘No...’ the director sighed, ‘That’s not right. 24... try swapping with 32.’
Rachel rolled her eyes and moved to the next partner – now the only thing between him and her were two other couples.
The director shrugged, ‘We could try that.’
The music started again and Jesse swung his partner around. He went in for the lift and she couldn’t quite make it – couldn’t control herself and he wondered if she was going to lose this audition for him.
‘No. Stop. Okay – this is a disaster. 24, for the love of god, please swap with 49.’
Jesse looked down at the blonde in his arms, his stomach dropping at the paper 49 pinned to her tank top. She smiled sweetly at him, ‘Thanks for everything!’, before dashing swapping with Rachel.
Rachel approached him, her eyes widening as she stepped into his range.
‘Jesse?’
‘Rachel Berry, who would have thought?’
She stiffened briefly, before glancing at the impatient director behind her. She inhaled deeply, squared her shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
‘Can we just get through this please?’

- O – O – O – O

(He’d never admit it, but dancing was her was the best he’d danced in a long time.)

- O – O – O – O

When he got a call back two days later he wasn’t surprised – nor was he surprised to see her there as well. Off the bat the director paired him with Rachel and this time she didn’t even bother to hide her disapproval. As they went through the vocal auditions, the director fussed – changing and swapping the partners.
Except for them.
He kept them standing together, dancing together, singing together. The director called on them to sing the romantic, key duet in the musical as they stood in front of the room together. Their voices melded perfectly, encircling, embracing and harmonizing (he’d forgotten just how good her voice was). They reached the end of the song together and the entire room let out of a collective sigh. In that moment he realized, if he got the part, she would too.

- O – O – O – O

Two weeks later he got the call from his agent.
‘Way to go kiddo. This could mean big things for you.’
‘Who got the female lead?’
‘Some newcomer by the name of Rachel Berry. But seriously kid, big things are coming your way.’
He had no idea how big...

- O – O – O – O

The first day of rehearsals he vowed to make things a little better.
She’s already there (she always was a little anal retentive when it came to these things) and she’s standing alone, hugging her bag to her body.
‘Hey Rachel,’ he greeted, coming up to her.
‘Jesse. Hi,’ she replied, ‘Congratulations on the role.’
‘You too – looks like we’ll be spending a fair bit of time together.’
She grimaced, and quickly tries to hide it, masking it with a tight smile, ‘So it would appear.’
‘So, uh... in the spirit of spending a lot of time together again, how about we call a truce? No hard feelings for things that happened a decade ago?’
He outstretched his hand, smiling winningly – the same smile that made dancers fall into his bed all the time. Rachel glanced at the hand cautiously, with the same look he knew she reserved for all creatures in the arachnid family and Patches the homeless guy from Lima.
‘Come on Rachel. Six months is a long time to spend all day, every day with if you hate the person. And that’s just the workshops...’
His coercing won her over and she rolled her eyes, ‘Fine. Truce. No hard feelings for what happened so long ago.’
Her tiny hand slipped into his, melding perfectly to his palm and she shook his hand firmly, briefly, before pulling away.
‘I should go get dressed,’ she said suddenly, darting away.
He didn’t ask her why she was already in her dance clothes.

- O – O – O – O

They made it through the first few rehearsals fine: they worked through choreography together silently. Her body was slender in his hands, it fit perfectly against his and her movements were fluid. They were gruelling, those first few rehearsals – the steps, the way they both faltered when the choreographer changed the word and they’d both join in on the grumbling after rehearsal with the rest of the cast.
On the fifth rehearsal they blocked the choreography for one of their love duets. The choreography, in terms of this musical, was relatively simple, a lot of longing glances, lingering touches and outstretched hands that all culminated in a passionate kiss.
The first time they ran through it there was a smattering of appreciative applause from the handful of backup dancers who would feature in the scene also.
The director frowned, shook his head and shrugged, ‘Try again.’
So they did. Again. And again and again until finally the director threw down his script.
‘You two get that you’re supposed to be in love right?’
‘Excuse me?’ Rachel demanded.
‘Like, in a relationship, loving one another very much right? And this song is about the way it feels to love one another so therefore it should feel like you, at the very least, like one another.’
‘But...’ Rachel protested.
‘Look, you two have great chemistry, I saw it at that audition – but this? This isn’t working out. Figure it out, whatever problem you have, and then come back. Everyone, take five.’
Rachel’s expression was stormy as she turned on her heel, reefing her hoodie off the floor and storming out of the room.
He chased after her.
He found her outside, buying a cup of coffee from the cart on the street. He jumped in beside her, tacking on his own order and handing over a couple of bills.
Rachel frowned as he handed her the coffee and he took in the glistening eyes.
‘Look Rachel...’
Rachel ducked her head quickly, rubbing her eyes, ‘Whatever Jesse...’
‘Hey, why don’t we sit down for a minute?’ he asked, gesturing towards the park bench.
She nodded meekly and he placed one hand on the small of her back, leading her down into the chair. He sat beside her, and in silence they drank their coffee.
‘So, uh... you drink coffee now?’ he finally said.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to take them back. He used to be much better with words.
Rachel nodded tersely, ‘Since college I guess... only when I’m working.’
‘Oh...’
Rachel heaved a sigh, turning her body to face him, ‘Look, Jesse, I really need this to work out,’ she said finally.
He nodded seriously, ‘I know. Me too.’
Her lips quivered and her eyes grew round and sparkly and he knew she was doing everything in her power not to cry.
‘So... is it possible for us to pull together – to be friends maybe, because we both need this too much for us to ruin it.’
Jesse nodded, ‘Friends – I don’t have many of them, I think it’d be a nice challenge.’
Rachel smiled, her tears disappearing and she cocked her head, ‘It’s a deal then.’

- O – O – O – O

And it was. When they danced, they moved in unison. When they stretched they chattered idly (sometimes he even made her laugh). When they finished, they walked to the Subway together. When they sang, he felt.
He wondered if he felt too much.

- O – O – O – O

It took him one and a half months to take another step. She stood at the bar against the wall, cooling down, stretching out her lean body. She was the last one left, she always was, and everyone else had long gone home.
‘Hey, I’m gonna head home soon,’ Jesse announced, approaching her, ‘You?’
Rachel nodded, exhaling deeply, bringing her leg down off the bar, ‘I think I will. I need to wind down.’
He smiled, ‘I’ll go grab my stuff, meet you at the studio door?’
Rachel bobbed her head briefly and he hurried away.
She wasn’t far behind him and when she appeared at the door she was pulling her heavy coat over her sweatshirt. They were one and a half months into the rehearsals for their production and over time they’d fallen into a neat routine – they were the first at the studio in the morning and they shared coffee and a muffin from the cart outside, followed by a long day, which they ended with the quiet walk to the Subway station where he’d say goodnight.
They talked, but they never talked about much. They talked about the weather and college and how much they loved New York, but they never talked about themselves. They didn’t talk about what once happened, the pieces of one another’s hearts that they held.
Together they walked along the sidewalk, their breaths making clouds of condensation appear before them.
‘It’s nearly winter,’ Rachel remarked quietly, ‘Christmas time soon.’
‘You going home for the holidays?’
Rachel chuckled, ‘Me? No. I’m Jewish remember, no Christmas for me. How about you?’
Jesse let out a low, bitter chuckle, ‘No, my ever affectionate parents find themselves somewhere between the French Riveria and the Australian coast these holidays. So, I’ll still be here.’
They came to a stop outside the subway station, and Jesse didn’t realize why they’d lingered. This conversation wasn’t ready to be over.
‘Say... I’m kinda hungry. You don’t feel like grabbing a slice of pizza with me do you?’ he asked.
The words slipped out unbidden and his stomach knotted nervously before he could realize it all. Rachel shrugged, offering a small smile, ‘Sure. It’s either that or Lean Cuisine alone I guess.’
He grinned, an odd, inexplicable warm sensation sweeping over him (it mean nothing, he was sure of it) and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked.
It felt kind of normal.

- O – O – O – O

‘This is the best pizza...ever,’ he mused thoughtfully.
Rachel giggled, covering her mouth her hand, ‘Ever? There’s a lot of pizza in New York, how do you know this is the best pizza?’
He shrugged, ‘I just know. This is the best. I challenge you to find a better pizza.’
Rachel beamed primly, ‘Fine.’
He laughed, leaning back in the booth, revelling in the cosy comfort that cocooned him. Rachel sat opposite him in their booth, her eyes sparkly and warm and he realized he was more relaxed than he’d been in a very long time. They both chewed on their pizza, Rachel was well and truly into her third piece, seemingly forgetting about calories and diets for the moment and laughter rolled over them in affable waves.
They talked and talked, reminiscing a little further back than she had ever allowed before. They talked about Lima and how little it had changed since they left. He asked about her old Glee club and with a guarded, wistful smile she told him about Quinn who lived in San Diego last time she heard, Puck who had moved to Portland, Tina and Artie who were struggling to have children and Finn who was still in Lima and that she never saw any of them. Her eyes turned sad as she talked about Finn and she fiddled with her napkin.
‘I guess I’m kind of lucky aren’t I?’ she reflected, ‘I mean, I’m where I wanted to be.’
Jesse reached for her hand, covering it with his own, ‘I guess we’re both kind of lucky to be here.’
She continued to talk and Shelby appeared in the conversation. Her voice grew sharp as she deflected questions about the woman who was her mother and who had asked him to betray her all those years ago. She ended the conversation sharply.
She got up stiffly, dropping a handful of bills on the table, uttering a cool goodbye and stalked out into the night.
He wasn’t giving up that easily.

- O – O – O – O

(The next night at rehearsal she brought a pizza, offering him a sweet smile and the challenge to try it and he knew everything was okay)

- O – O – O – O

The next week brought the intensity of rehearsals a little higher. He and Rachel danced, sang and pushed themselves further and further. The director’s eyes were filled with elation because they’d finally nailed it: their chemistry was flawless. He brought in one of their romantic songs and asked them to run through it fully, through to the end.
So they did.
As their final notes peaked they were standing pressed against one another. His heart was thrumming in his chest and he could feel her heartbeat as well. The room was silent, the air thick with passion and the spell they had weaved. And he improvised.
He leant down gently, cupping her face, their lips meeting for the first time in ten years.
Her lips were soft when they moved against his and her body fit snuggled against him. His stomach twinged as her fingers threaded through his hair. He truly hadn’t forgotten what this had felt like.
When they broke apart, Rachel’s eyes were wide, an expression that matched the shock on the faces of their onlooking cast members.
The director nodded enthusiastically, ‘Yes! Jesse! That’s perfect for that scene! Amazing job, that was believeable!’
Rachel blinked balefully, stepping away from him. She offered him an odd look and then nodded slowly, her face reading a million emotions.

- O – O – O – O

(That kiss did not turn him on. Definitely not. He preferred to shower with cold water anyway.)

- O – O – O – O

Thanksgiving brought them all together, because a bunch of young, penniless actors simply couldn’t afford to go home for the holidays, so they all gathered in her apartment. (No one would let her cook though). Wine flowed freely and laughter mingled in the air with choruses and shouts that warmed him from head to toe. His arm was draped lazily around the back of Rachel’s chair and the candle light made her hair shine just perfectly. Them, their cast included, formed some kind of crazy haphazard family and he realized that he kind of liked it like that.
At the end of the night, bordering well into the next day, they all began to filter out and he stayed behind to help her clean up. When he finally left he kissed her cheek and she smiled up at him with a smile so gentle and so full of emotion he didn’t know quite what it meant.
(Maybe he just didn’t want to know – maybe he was too afraid).

- O – O – O – O

The holidays came and rehearsals stopped. (He didn’t miss her. Really. He didn’t.)

- O – O – O – O

Merry Christmas Jesse!

Her text woke him from a greasy food and brainless TV stupor. He jolted awake, fumbling for his phone, hastening to reply.

To you too Rach. What are you up to?

Her reply was almost instantaneous.

Nothing really. Cable TV and Hot Pockets. What about you?

He chuckled, a plan formulating in his head already.

Sadly, the same. Wanna meet up?

That’s how he wound up in a bar downtown on Christmas Day.
They sat at the bar together, talking, laughing, glad to not be alone another day. Without the burden of rehearsals she was a little less inhibited and she ordered a few more drinks than she ever would have (it made him think of that time ten years ago – but he wouldn’t let her know that).
He kissed her then, he didn’t mean to. Her mouth tasted like gin and tonic (it reminded him of that time they got drunk on his living room floor) and she pressed into him passionately.
Their tongues tangled furiously and his entire body thrummed with desire he wasn’t aware that he’d been hiding. She melded against him, not pulling away, not breaking the kiss and he held her a little closer. It seemed like once they started, it was too hard to stop. He didn’t want to stop.
They stumbled into a cab, his hands under her sweater, her lips fused to his neck, both breathless and giddy.

- O – O – O – O

He woke up the next morning on his mattress, naked, sporting a pounding headache and no sign of Rachel.
Fuck.

- O – O – O – O

He didn’t hear from her again for a week. He sent her probing texts (Hey, Rachel, is everything okay? You disappeared last night/ Hey Rachel, what’s going on? I wanna talk to you about the other night/ Rach. I’m sorry.) and he called her apartment twice which sent him straight to voicemail. He was almost surprised when she showed up for the first day back at rehearsals.
She stood across the room from him, laughing with a gaggle of male dancers as she stretched. An odd feeling flared in the pit of his stomach (it wasn’t jealousy though – seriously) and he crossed the room to approach her.
‘Oh, hi Jesse,’ Rachel said breezily, ‘How was your break?’
Jesse frowned at her, ‘Rachel? Seriously?’
Rachel smiled innocently, ‘I’m sorry, was your break not good? That’s sad to hear – I had a good break, it was nice to have a break from rehearsals for once.’
‘What’s going on Rachel? I called you like a million times and I didn’t get a reply? I was worried sick about you!’
The dancers were watching curiously and Rachel cocked her head sweetly, offering a guiltless shrug, ‘Sorry Jesse, I guess I was just busy. I went to Lima the day after Christmas, so I guess that’s why you didn’t get a hold of me.’
‘Fine, Rachel, if you don’t want to talk about it, then I don’t want anything to do with you.’
He walked away.

- O – O – O – O

Rehearsals were different from then on – everyone could tell. He stood on the opposite side of the room to her, glowering. He wasn’t sure why what she did made him so furious (and it wasn’t because of a word that began with L. Because that wasn’t it. At all). They started focusing on solo numbers and he looked her directly in the eye as he belted a furious anthem. She looked away.
The director began frowning more – something was off in his team and he felt it his duty to fix it. He held more rehearsals that fed well and truly into the night. However for Rachel and Jesse it only exacerbated the situation, the tension grew thicker. When they danced she leant away from him subtly, when they sang she barely even looked at him.
The director threw down his script and Jesse realized they’d come a full circle, back to the way it used to be at the beginning.
‘What the hell is going on here? Fix it!’
The disgruntled cast filtered out of the room, grumbling agitatedly until it was just him and Rachel left in the room. He approached her, anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach, grabbing her arm.
‘Okay, Rachel, here’s the deal. I don’t get what the fuck is up your ass at the moment but sort it out okay. I’m not the bad guy here, you’re the one who left before morning okay? So don’t make me out to be some bastard who seduced you for a one night stand okay?’
He stormed away, his fists clenched and jaw tight, ready to strike the first wall he neared. Suddenly she was there behind him, reefing him back.
‘Don’t you dare put this on me!’ she shrieked shrilly, ‘This is not my fault! How about you think about the last time we slept together before you go and make those accusations. How about you remember how you took my viriginity and betrayed me? Or how about you think how much of an asshole you are? Get off your fucking high horse Jesse! I was protecting me!’
With that she flung his arm away from her and stormed out of the room.
For once, he was lost for words.

- O – O – O – O

That night, a delivery boy showed up at her apartment bearing a pizza with a note tacked onto it.
Maybe the best pizza in New York? I’m sorry. xx J

- O – O – O – O

When he came to rehearsals the next morning she was sitting on their bench, holding two cups of coffee.
‘I don’t know what this means,’ she murmured quietly, ‘I guess I never really got over what happened when we were together before.’
‘But I’m a different person now Rachel,’ he replied, ‘Things would be so different.’
She frowned, shrugging at him sadly, ‘Does that really matter Jesse? And besides, you only slept with me because we were drunk, lonely and it was Christmas.’
He stood up, brushing her hair back from her face, dropping a kiss on her forehead, ‘Rach. I didn’t sleep with you because I was drunk. But I’ll wait until you figure that out for yourself.’

- O – O – O – O

She sang her solo in rehearsals and this time, she sang it to him. Her eyes locked with him, glistening and sad and she sang the words she meant.
I’d like to know if you’d be open to starting over from scratch...
The cast were moved to tears as she finished the song and the director smiled, ‘Perfect Rachel. Beautiful.’

- O – O – O – O

It took her two more weeks to show up at his door. In that time he’d kept his distance. He gave her the space because he knew, he’d known from the moment he’d woken up without her, exactly what he wanted. All he’d needed was for her to want it too.
It took two weeks from that morning before rehearsals for her to come to him. And she came at 2am.
‘Rachel?’ he murmured sleepily as he opened the door to reveal her.
She was standing before him in pyjamas, slippers and her hair in a bun, a coat thrown haphazardly over it all.
‘I just... I’ve got a question,’ she said breathlessly.
‘Can it wait til morning?’
‘No. No Jesse, it can’t.’
He rolled his eyes, rubbing his face wearily, ‘Okay... shoot.’
‘If you didn’t sleep with me because you were drunk, then... why did you sleep with me? I don’t understand. You made that statement incoherent, and left no clarification for a statement that could easily be misconstrued...’
‘God, you talk so much,’ he groaned, leaning heavily on the doorframe, ‘Come in at least, if you’re going to talk.’
Rachel marched inside decisively, still talking at high speeds, ‘It doesn’t make sense Jesse. We were kind of friends and then we slept together. I don’t get it, why did you do it?’
He stepped forward, some alertness returning to his body. He cupped her face, ‘You don’t get it do you?’
Rachel looked up at him, wide eyed, ‘No. No I don’t actually.’
He chuckled, running his hands over his mussed curls wearily, ‘I did it because... because I realized that I really like having you around.’
His statement fell between them, Rachel staring blankly at him.
‘You had sex with me because I’m good to have around? That’s... ridiculous logic Jesse.’
He swore under his breath, rubbing his eyes, ‘Crap, Rachel, do I have to spell it out for you? I did it because I liked having you around. I liked eating pizza with you, drinking wine with you, walking to the Subway with you, wrapping my arm around with, singing with you and meaning it. I liked making you laugh and I hated making you cry. I liked feeling not alone for the first time in a long time. I liked feeling whole. Because... because I liked being in love with you okay?’
Rachel stared at him blankly, shock ringing in the air, ‘You liked being in love with me?’
He held his hands up defensively, ‘Shoot me okay? I fell in love with a beautiful woman. I fell in love with a girl I used to love in high school.’
‘Oh.’
Her arguments no longer seemed valid.
‘Well uh... well that changes things I guess. That was all I had to ask. Goodnight Jesse.’
She kissed his cheek and walked out into the night.

- O – O – O – O

It took him a whole of twenty minutes to be standing on her doorstep.

- O – O – O – O

As soon as she opened the door she kissed him. Her legs (the legs that he’d seen as she first walked into auditions that day) wrapped around his waist and he backed her into her apartment. They fell into a tangled heap on her bed, breathing heavily, reaching out for one another desperately.
‘Jesse, for the record,’ she murmured breathlessly in between kisses, ‘I like being in love with you too.’

- O – O – O – O

The play opened a few short weeks later – and it was met with relatively good reception. Journalists commented on their chemistry – using words like remarkable, lifelike, passionate and heart wrenching.
It wasn’t their breakout role, but it got them both started. The play lasted for another six months before they moved on. They both wound up together in another new play, and this one felt like the big one. It wasn’t perfect – they were two performers and tempers flared, voices raised and things were thrown, but it never failed to end with her curled under his sheets, snuggled into his arms, ready for the next day’s rehearsals.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was still pretty damn great.
So he kept a small velvet box tucked away in his underwear drawer for opening night.

- O – O – O – O
back to you, it always comes around,
back to you



 
 
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Kat: J <3 Rkatherine_lupin on May 17th, 2010 11:41 am (UTC)
this is completely awesome!!! I love how you manage to develop things between them and how sweet Jesse seems to be, but still being Jesse, really really loved it!
good work
greysgurl: pic#96418762greysgurl on May 18th, 2010 07:43 am (UTC)
Thankyou! :D I always love reading comments from you! :)
don't worry, you're just as sane as i am.: [glee] i give up i love them too muchfalulatonks on May 17th, 2010 01:32 pm (UTC)
Ohh, loved this. My absolute favourite thing about this is how gradual their progress is - not slow to the point of being maddening or unbelievable, though, but a great, perfect pace. Loved the idea of something like pizza tying them together a little bit, really liked the idea of watching these rehearsals and the casting to understand how great they could be together on-stage, everything. I especially loved the last part, when they finally sort of confessed - his tired "God, you talk so much," made me crack up, and I continued grinning all the way till he turned up at her doorstep, twenty minutes later.

Lovely! These two set in the future is one of my favourite things to imagine, so I enjoyed this so, so much.
greysgurlgreysgurl on May 18th, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Thankyou so much - I'm very glad you enjoyed it!
Jessicakitiara1304 on May 17th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
YAY Love this.
greysgurlgreysgurl on May 18th, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Thanks!
Summers-Windpippazx on May 17th, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed watching the two develop in this! I almost felt bad for the director, and he made me laugh some. I think that it would have been interesting to see more from the other actors, though. Great fic and concluding line! ("So he kept a small velvet box tucked away in his underwear drawer for opening night.") :D
greysgurlgreysgurl on May 18th, 2010 07:48 am (UTC)
Thankyou! I'm really glad you enjoyed it!
v_wiggin: St. Berryv_wiggin on May 17th, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
Wonderful. Liked how Rachel still had issues and she didn't magically fall in love with him. I absolutely love this couple.
greysgurlgreysgurl on May 18th, 2010 07:48 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D :D
manueluv: Jonmanueluv on May 17th, 2010 07:24 pm (UTC)
Good fic.:)
I like how you develop their relationship. It's sort of sweet but also realistic--there are not always rainbow and sunshine. Both Jesse and Rachel become mature but deep down they are still the same.
And, You really capture the subtlety of that moment when Rachel reacts to the mentioning of Shelby and Lima. Also, I adore the one lines, Jesse's monologues, you drop between every long passage.

Thank you for writing this.
greysgurlgreysgurl on May 18th, 2010 07:49 am (UTC)
Thanks :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!
luna172004luna172004 on May 23rd, 2010 09:29 pm (UTC)
that is so awesome! Perfect StBerry story, full of emotions and so fruthful and in-chracters. We all must admit that in this season there will be kind of the end of stberry but I trully believe that your fic is their future <3

PS gonna reread it so many times, I bet)
unseensorrowsunseensorrows on July 3rd, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
i love this!
such a popular jesse/rachel plot but i liked that it took more than a few words to develop. i really liked the interaction. <3