Ch 5: Come Together

AN: So it's finally here, the happy ending and I hope I have done our beloved Romeo and Juliet lovers justice. I really loved writing this and I love St Berry so I hope this story was a good consolation for those of us who were dissapointed in the lack of closure. Enjoy!

He wakes up to the sound of her soft breathing, her head laying on his heaving chest as his arms circle her petite frame. She seems so content and so at home laying next to him. He wonders how he could ever let her go, how he could possibly be anywhere but here. She shifts mumbling something as her hair splays against his chest tickling him a little as he gazes down at her. His hands stroke her soft smooth silk laden hair and he sighs.

This is it. This is them, this is the moment it all comes together. No more pretnending, no more playing around and no more denying that they aren't attached by strings pulling him in to her. He will always want her and she will always seek him out.

He gets up, leaving her snoozing to the sounds of the birds chirping by the window, the cool breeze bringing fresh air to her stufyf small apartment. He breathes out taking her in, she's so beatiful in the morning, her ahir mussed and her lips plump as the morning dew paints her face. He cleans up her apartment, sorting out all these papers laying around the floor and cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.

The clanging and shuffling must have woken her up because he finds her clad in just his shirt, practically naked with her messy hair flowing by her shoulders as she watches him from the stairs, whistling away.

He swallows, taking in her appearance.

'Hey,' her voice is shy but inviting and he smiles back greeting her good morning.

'I was just gonna make us some breakfast before I head off to work. I assume today's your day off right?' She nods, looking around the newly recovered surroundings as he adds, 'I did a bit of a clean up to save you the trouble.'

'Thanks,' she smiles uneasily, embarassed he saw the evidence of her downfall as she let herself go all those months.

'No problem.' She steps forward, her knees jerking to reveal a slit of skin from her thighs, his shirt drags to her mid thigh since she's so tiny.

His throat becomes dry as he notices the top buttons are undone exposing a little cleavage as she approaches him, a sly look on her face as her nipples pucker from the material brushing against her naked skin.

He turns on the sink and guls a glass of water, turning on the kettle.

'Want some coffee?'

'Uh huh,' she mumbles, eyeing his vest clad body as he wanders in his boxers.

There's an awkward silence between them as she stumbles into the kitchen, setting the tiny table by the kitchen to form a dining spot for them.

He brews the coffee and hands her the mug.

'Here, two sugars and no milk, right?'

'You remembered.'

He bites his cheek as she sips on the mug, her eyes gleaming as they stare at eachother.

'I made your favourite, blueberry pancakes.'

She sits down, her knees weak as he gets them out of the pan and lays them on her plate.

They don't talk all through breakfast, he sips his OJ and she drinks her coffee, digging into her pancakes.

He breaks the silence, his eyes alerting to her fresh faced countenance.

'Did you mean it?'

She seems confused by what he is asking and raises her gaze from her plate, her eyebrows crunched up.

'What you said last night', he asks in bare whisper.

'Yes,' she confirms softly.

'You never-you-n-'. God only Rachel berry could render Jesse St James speechless. He's stuttering like a fool as her eyes look at him playfully, her lips morphing into a smile as she watches him get the words.

'You never said that to me,' his voice shy and vulnerable.

'I know but you knew right? You knew I loved you, then and that I love you now.'

She reaches for his hands over the table, clasping it as his fingers interwine with his.

He rasises her hands to seal a kiss on her knuckles. 'I knew,' he whispers.

There are tears threatening to spill from her glowing eyes as she offers him a hopeful smile.

'So...does that mean-do-I-'. Damn it, now she's stuttering. She giggles and he smiles back at her, chuckling a little at how they bth tend to render eachother speechless.

'Yes.'

He puts her out of her misery. He gets up and kneels before her side of the table as she looks down at him, cupping his face as their lips meet, the taste of peppermint and berries mixing with his sugary honey tasting lips.

'Let's start over.'

And they do.

They start over, they move in 2 months later into a quaint little place in Manhattan. She does live out her destiny after all, it's just it's with her soulmate thasn her high school sweetheart, he becomes her agent and they go public becoming the Broadway power couple they ahve been dubbed since they crossed paths.

He doesn't believe in happy ending but he sure believe in new beginnings.

She becomes a hit on the stage and he propose a year later in front of the Empire State building as they dine for their anniversary, she cups her mouth with her hands gasping as he kneels down asking her, begging her to spend the rest of their lives together as she falls on him, hudding him tight saying yes a million times over as they begin their new lives.

This is the way it should be, he realises as he lays watching her sleep, her naked form flush against his own on their master bed, the silk sheets illumianting her beauty more as the mornign sun streams in.

They were meant to be.