Run

To Love You More

Over the next couple of days Jesse and Rachel grew closer, falling back into the same pattern and habits they had formed during their brief time together during high school. It helped that they had so many of their classes together, minus one, but Rachel was grateful that they had managed to mend what she thought was a broken relationship. She wasn't ready to admit it to Jesse just yet but she knew she was falling for him all over again, those crazy butterflies she had felt after their duet in the music shop were back and when he was talking Rachel often found herself staring at his lips and dreaming of what it would feel like to kiss him again. 

They had fallen into a pretty easy routine, each morning they would meet for breakfast in which they would discuss the new rumours surrounding Broadway such as the next up and coming musicals or plays. They would then walk to their first class together, the only one that they were apart in, Jesse would then either pick her up from class or if his class was running late then Rachel would pick him up at his. Of course they both had their friends they needed to see too so often at lunch time they would spend that time apart to see what was happening in their classmates lives, but neither of them were truly interested in the conversation as they were both thinking of each other and wanting to be in each other's company again. Finally they would attend their last class for the day, discussing their different ideas for scenes or performances they would have to take. 

But finally it came to Friday, their d-day so speak, it was time for their big performance on front of Carmen Tibideaux and although neither would it admit it, they were nervous. Rachel stared at herself in the mirror, tugging on the hem of her skirt as she wondered if the outfit she had on was the right one. 

"Rachel" Kurt whined, "For the millionth time. You look fantastic. Carmen Tibideaux is going to love you, even more than she did the last time. And with this outfit Jesse will be putty in your hands. Now, can you get a move on otherwise you'll be late?" 

Rachel huffed before giving into his words, "Fine, you win but I still feel like I'm going to throw up" She muttered as she grabbed her bag from the couch. 

Kurt smirked to himself, she clearly hadn't responded to his last comment about Jesse, and Rachel Berry rarely did that, even in a short conversation she would practically make a power point display to make sure she covered all the bases, and judging from the pink tinge on her cheeks she had clearly heard him. A knock on the door brought Kurt out of his thoughts, he pulled the loft door open to find a bunch of flowers in his face.

"Oh, hello there. I don't think we ordered flowers" Kurt glanced behind him at Rachel who just shrugged her shoulders at him

"Surprise" Jesse grinned, removing the flowers that had been covering his face. Rachel squealed in delight as she practically ran towards the door, Kurt just rolled his eyes and stepped aside quickly before he got ran over by the Berry Express. 

"Oh Jesse" Rachel smiled as he handed her the bouquet of bright purple flowers, she recognised them immediately and felt the tears welling in her eyes. "They're beautiful"

"Only the best for the best" Jesse smiled, not his usual St James smirk but rather a true and genuine smile, the one he only reserved for Rachel

Kurt glanced between the two who now seemed to be exchanging a silent conversation, finally he couldn't take it anymore and had to interrupt. "Sorry to interrupt you're eye intercourse but could someone please explain the importance of these flowers?" 

Rachel blushed and Jesse grinned, as she busied herself while quickly finding a make shift vase for the flowers, Jesse was the one to answer Kurt. "They're called Aster. With their wildflower beauty and lush texture, asters have long been considered an enchanted flower. In ancient times, it was thought that the perfume from their burning leaves could drive away evil serpents. Today, they're known as a talisman of love and a symbol of patience"