"Rach, this is great! NYADA is the perfect choice for you! " He exclaimed, pulling her into his lap and giving a soft kiss on her lips.

"Do you really think, Jess?" She said, involved her arms around his neck, her head resting on his chest.

"I'm sure, babe! But I still think you should apply, at least, the Juilliard and Tisch."

"Why? Don't you think I'll make it ... " she turned to face him, the frightened expression.

"It isn't, Rach. You'll get ... is guaranteed ... but will be good for you having an alternative, just in case. Look, when I was in my senior year, I only had eyes for UCLA. But Shelby practically forced me to try at Yale, NYU, Juilliard, NYADA ..."he said, trying to calm his girlfriend.

" Have you applied in NYADA?" Her expression was a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"Yes, Rach ... I applied in NYADA. And I went. But as you know, I only had eyes for UCLA one that even offered me a full scholarship, where I messed up everything."

The tone of his voice took a note of regret, and deep down, she could see a look a little bitter.

She ran a hand through his hair, while he pulled her into a deep kiss, as if it was necessary to remind him that if wasn't a failure in college, he might haven't the girl of his dreams back, cuddled in his arms as she was now.
When they were both breathless, Rachel took a few seconds to organize all the information that Jesse had just given her.

"So ..." she began, her forehead furrowed and her hands posting ahead, that look that was so stubborn her.

Jesse laughed ... he knew every expression of his girlfriend. He knew she was to start an inquiry and that she would want to know about each audition he made, every step he took to be accepted at every university he had applied.

But what could be quite annoying for most boyfriends, for Jesse was simply one of the many things he loved about Rachel: her focus , her ferocity in pursuing exactly what she wanted.

"Come on ... I'll help you in all processes. Not that I think you're not capable, but perhaps have a boyfriend with some experience can be an advantage in a competition so fierce. You'll be a freshman in NYADA on next year, Rachel Berry, or I'm not Jesse St. James! "He tickled her, pulling her back to close.

She laughter high, as she curled up again in his neck, pushing him down in bed and whispering in his ear: You're Jesse St. James, and you're also the best boyfriend in the world!

The new position meant that they finished the conversation. For now, they had more interesting things to do.