A/N: Yesh, I never meant to abandon this story, but I do want to finish. So to make amends and in celebration of Glee's season two premiere, I bring you new chapter and fanmix. Fanmix can be found at my Livejournal: turbulent_skye.

Jesse prides himself on being a meticulous person. He's a planner, a strategic organizer of all things necessary because usually when something went wrong it was because they was no plan in place to prevent it. Jesse is a planner, but Rachel, Rachel is an orchestrator. Two days after she tells him she's "ready" they meet up again in the McKinley High library to discuss the schematics of their approaching "consummation" ; her words, not his.

She arrives at exactly 7:45 with a poster board in tow. The hot pink, standard size board seemed to overflow with information as Rachel began an obviously rehearsed spiel explaining her rough draft of what would be their ideal itinerary. Jesse cranes his head to the side as to better make out a small section that brought up the topic of color coordinating outfits. Halfway into a sentence that somehow managed to both insult and praise the "copious" amount of black he wore, he needs to chime in.

"Rachel." His voice, while carrying a tone that seems almost dumbfounded, still manages to break her mid stride. Her right hand is still outstretched toward a schedule located at the top left corner of the board as she turns to the source of her interruption, her expression displeased. It'd be adorable if he wasn't at such a loss. He takes a closer look to where she'd been pointing, Rachel had scheduled their foreplay.

That does it; he loses any sense of decorum as the laughter he'd been trying to keep at bay finally breaks free from his throat. For her part, Rachel doesn't seem to appreciate this laughter. She gets this look on her face, liken to that of a wounded puppy, he's never seen it before and he never wants to see it again. He sobers up quickly.

"Rachel", he rises from his spectators' seat to pull her into him, "while I appreciate the obvious thought and effort that went into this, I'm not exactly sure I know what's going on here".

He feels her take a deep breath against his chest and feels more than hears her words as they're murmured into his neck. "I just, this is a big step in our relationship and I'm nervous, and when I get nervous, I plan. This", as she motions to her poster board, "is the result of my dads' joking around the kitchen table this morning telling me 'not to do anything they wouldn't do while they're on their couples retreat this weekend'. I choked on my organic orange juice."

"Rachel, we don't have to do this."

"No, I want it's just, having a plan would put me a bit more at ease." Rachel's face is the picture of determination and Jesse know what that means, Rachel's made up her mind and no one is going to change it.

"Alright, but maybe would could make it more of an, outline. I really don't think foreplay need to be scheduled for exactly fifteen minutes and forty seven seconds", his expression goes serious then, "I'm going to care you."

Rachel nods looking up at him such open eyes before kissing him firmly, pouring every ounce of emotion she can muster. It feels a lot like trust.

When they break away, Rachel's eyes are still closed and Jesse watches her face and takes in the contours, memorizes the lines and the freckles until Rachel opens her eyes.

"Come on", Jesse says, taking Rachel's hand and tugging her along gently, "If we leave now we can make it to the 8:30 showing. Buckland Community Theater is putting on a production of Lend Me a Tenor. I thought we could go, silently mock and then leave detailed critics in the suggestion box."

Rachel's eyes light up and she snatches her poster board off the table before clambering besides Jesse. "Wait, do you think we'll run out of paper?"

Jesse's laughter springs forth deep from his chest, God he loved her.

His next practice with Vocal Adrenaline is, interesting to say the least. Apparently his miss-step last practice made a few members lose their mind. Chris Riley, tenth year senior, actually had the gall to tell him to "watch his pitch". Maybe if he went to a math class, or any class for that matter, he wouldn't have time to worry about anyone's pitch but his own. And Andrea, Crohn's Disease and all, stepped smack dap in the middle of his spotlight during his solo.

Instances like that go on for the duration of practice until he's had enough. Hands crossed at his chest, he confronts the problem head on, going into excruciation detail. He explains that he's lead for a reason "I'm better, hands down. I work harder, I learn faster and I'm just better. And if any of you think you can you could do what I do better than me, think again. You wouldn't last a minute in my shoes." He exits quickly and forcefully; a storm out sure to be legendary.

Jesse sits outside Rachel's house a full twenty minutes before knocking, mostly due to the fact that Rachel's fathers took an extraordinary long time in their departure and he really didn't want to make small talk with the two men when he fully intended to deflower their daughter in her bedroom, under their roof, while they were gone. No one is equipped for that type of pressure.

When Rachel answers the door her hair is half curled and she's still wearing what Jesse assumes to be her school attire. When they reach her room he gets a quick peck on the lips before Rachel rushes off with a purple cloak (he's glad they decided not go with coordinating outfits). While Rachel get's ready he ambles around her room, looking over details he's seem hundreds of times. The worn books on her shelves, the Broadway poster adorning her walls even the pink guitar in the far corner, it all made the room so, Rachel. Minutes go by and Rachel has yet to exit her bathroom and Jesse has half a mind to wonder if she had trouble putting on her cloak.

"Rachel, you okay in there?"

"Just a minute." She's sounds panicked, Jesse's worried.

"Are you sure, do you want me to some in there?"

"No! I mean I'm fine I'm just; I don't think I can do this."

"Just some out so we can talk, or sing about it."

It's odd hearing Rachel talk so fondly of her team when Jesse's just about had it with his own. The Team? If that's all that was preventing Rachel from being fully his then he's have to take care of it. The McKinley High Glee Club was turning out to be an unforeseeable thorn in his side.

The moment is over and Rachel is looking at him with doe eyes and petite pout, effectively making Jesse melt. He presses a kiss on e crown of her head, before rising he offers his hand, "movie, your choice."

Partway into Funny Girl once Rachel had finished reprimanding him after he said he liked her cloak, "it's a capelet", Jesse realizes his earlier fears had no merit at all because, this is what love feels like; warm and comfortable enjoying her company. Even when Rachel talks over his favorite part, (which happens to be hers too) and the pizza turns up just as Fanny arrives to meet Nick for dinner, Jesse can't help his elation, his content. So when 'You Are Woman, I Am Man' begins and they start to sing along; getting out of their seats to act along with the screen, the performance ending up far more erotic than it should be, Jesse decides that Rachel Berry will be the death of him and he couldn't have picked a better fate.