She’s not going to cry. She’s not going to cry. She’s not going to cry.
Six-year-old Rachel Berry repeats it over and over as she sits on the front steps of her school waiting for her dads to come pick her up.
It started this morning when she told Quinn Fabray her dress was pretty, and maybe…
St Berry Week
New York City - Juillet 2028
Il y a quatre ans, Rachel et Jesse étaient parents de trois bébés âgés de 3 mois. C’était une époque horriblement dure pour eux. Entre biberons, couches, pleures et bains, ils étaient plus que fatigués. Ils étaient même usés. Jesse avait pris quelques semaines de congés après l’accouchement mais après il avait dû recommencer à travailler et Rachel s’était retrouvée seule dans leur appartement avec les triplés. Heureusement pour elle, Jesse était professeur de musique dans une école privée, et n’avait donc aucun devoir à corriger. Mais les journées restaient longues pour elle. Les triplés dormaient plutôt beaucoup mais quand un ne pleure plus, c’était l’autre qui commençait et ainsi de suite tous les jours.
Finalement, après 4 mois, Jesse était rentré chez eux avec un planning. Rachel était soulagée, elle rêvait de pouvoir l’avoir fait mais elle n’avait vraiment pas le temps.
De plus, Milo était le plus bruyant de tous. Il adorait crier même quand il n’avait ni faim, ni besoin de changer. Comme les pères de Rachel disaient, il avait hérité de la même voix que ses parents. Quant à Liam, il était le plus calme, il dormait souvent et adorait être avec Rachel. Il la considérait un peu comme son doudou. Par contre, Medley était tout de suite devenue une petite fille à papa. Jesse aimait ses enfants de la même manière, mais il y avait quelque chose de spécial entre lui et sa fille. Milo, lui adorait son frère à qui il ressemblait énormément.
St. Berry Week- Day 5- Childhood Day
Day Six: Childhood
Each square corresponds to a scene. Think of it as two images with a large square, a side panel and two small squares that have been put together.
(Two Large Squares. Left for Jesse, Right for Rachel. Age 7 and 5)
“So, what’s this I hear about you and the Berry girl?” Henry St James boyishly jabs his nephew in the ribs as they sit on the steps of library, passing a bag of cool ranch Doritos back and forth. Jesse St James blushes bright red and Henry laughs loudly, “Come on, Jesse, tell all. You kiss her yet?” He asks, lowering his voice into a stage whisper.
“Ew! No!” Jesse replies, crinkling his nose at the idea of kissing Rachel Berry. “Rachel and I are just friends. I couldn’t kiss her if she were the last girl on earth, she’s just my friend.” He adds. Henry just rolls his eyes and nabs a few chips from the bag in Jesse’s hands.
“So, Rach, honey, you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Jesse St James lately.” Rachel’s papa starts as the two lie in bed, he’d just read her a length chapter of the original novel that inspired the Broadway classic, The Phantom Of The Opera. Rachel rolls her eyes and jabs her pa in the ribs, causing him to giggle and tickle his daughter. She lets out peals of laughter for a few seconds. “Come on, Rachie. You know you can tell me.”
“Jesse is my friend. He’s the only boy who talks to me. Besides Noah, but Noah is always hanging around with Finn and Mike.” She explains, rolling her eyes once more when she mentions her friend from Temple. “Jesse and I just talk, about musicals and singing and dancing and cool stuff like that. It’s nice.” Hiram Berry listens to his daughter and smiles, poking her once more.
(Outside small square. Age 10 and 8)
Rachel Berry appears outside Jesse’s yard, crying. Jesse automatically drops what he was doing (his maths homework) and runs out to hug her “My Daddy got beat up.” She sobs, shaking like a leaf. Jesse soothes her and they sit on the grass next to Jesse’s porch, pulling it up and playing with it. Rachel makes daisy chains as she explains that some homophobes had beat him up and he was in hospital to calm herself down, little whines and sobs uncontrollably escaping her lips every couple of minutes.
“He’ll be okay, Rach.” He assures her as she finishes off a chain and settles it on top of his head of hair. He makes a grimace but reminds him to be a bit more sensitive to her, her dad was in hospital after all. “Thanks.” He mutters as he pulls up more grass and throws some at her. She smiles weakly and sniffs. Jesse smirks at this and reaches for her hand.
(Side Panel, Left for Rachel, Right for Jesse. Age 16 and 14)
“Is it true?” Jesse snaps at Rachel as she sits on the railing to her porch, looking at her feet as she swung them back and forth. She looks up and nearly falls backward at the volume of Jesse’s harsh greeting. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“You kissed Puckerman! True or not!” He retorts, crossing his arms across his chest. Rachel’s eyes sparkle in annoyance, and crosses one arm across her chest, using the other to prop herself up.
“Of course not!” She snaps in a huff. Jesse holds his ground as she hops down from the railing. She takes a stand a couple yards from him and folds her arm across her chest. Jesse takes a second from his annoyance to notice how pretty she’s getting. “Are you jealous?” She asks him with a bemused chuckle.
“No!” Jesse stutters, “I wouldn’t want to kiss you if you were the last girl on earth!” The word slip out, his default response when it comes to girls. He didn’t really see Rachel like that, or did he? Ugh, he hated puberty. Rachel’s lip presses into a line and she screams a ‘fine, leave then!’ before rushing into the house.
(Inner square, left for Jesse, right for Rachel. Age 16 and 18)
Rachel looks up as she watches Jesse perform, her eyes wide in wonder and awe at how he holds himself on stage. He looks amazing when he sings, and when he doesn’t. She takes a moment to thank her lucky stars that after that day, their first argument, he’d sent her some vegan chocolates, a care bear and had apologised for his words. He did want to kiss her, he admitted, he was jealous. She smirks to herself as the song ends.
“God, that’s St Jerk.” Mercedes hisses as the Vocal Adrenaline invitational draws to a close. Rachel remembers the plan and tucks her smirk away before turning to her group to trash talk her boyfriend of 2 years.
St. Berry Week, Day 6: Childhood
Little Jesse and little Rachel as Schroeder and Lucy
Summary: Rachel and Jesse have always thought they first saw each other at the music store where they sang together for the first time. A discovery made by their daughter will prove them wrong.
Pairing(s): St. Berry.
Word count: 714.
- Word Count: 1,811
- Centric: Both
- Genre: Childhood
- Written By: Stefanie
- Notes: This is an excerpt from a Glee/Lost Crossover fic I wrote and the first section has a flashback to the past with St. Berry as children. The complete version is here.
St. Berry Week: Day 6: Childhood
In which Jesse & Rachel are the prince and princess and Finn is the tall and dense tree.
I shouldn’t be allowed to make cartoons guys.
I really shouldn’t.
St. Berry Week, Day 6: Childhood
Rachel listened as the judges gave her critiques, giving them a smile before getting off the stage. What she didn’t notice, at the ender age of eleven, was the fourteen year old boy with his eyes locked upon her. He was enthralled by her voice, watching as she bowed before leaving the stage.
Turning to Shelby, his new coach at high school since he was finally a freshmen, he tried to see her reaction to the young girl. “What was her name?” he questioned, watching as her eyes glossed over. “It’s Rachel. Rachel Berry.”
He was beautiful, with his curls and blue eyes. But e was a high school student. She didn’t think he’d even pay mind to her. But he was singing right to her, right?
“You’re Rachel Berry,” she heard, turning around to look at the boy speaking. She couldn’t help the slight blush that spread across her cheeks. Here was a fourteen year old boy talking to her. “And you’re Jesse St. James,” she whispered, refraining from rolling her large, brown eyes as he smirked. “We’ve been in theatre camp together since I was seven so I don’t know why you’re smiling at me like that.”
His laugh was just as melodic as his singing, giving him a smile despite his slight smugness. “I know that. I’ve been waiting to find a reason to speak with you.” Jesse held his hand out for her before bringing it to his lips. “Maybe next time I won’t wait so long.”
Schuester had assigned them songs saying Hello and all she had managed to find was the Jazz Singer. That was until Lionel Richie appeared in the pile. “Lionel Richie, huh? One of my favorites.”
And there he stood, four years later and even more handsome, if that was possible. “Oh my god, you’re Jesse St. James. You’re in Vocal Adrenaline.”
“And you’re Rachel Berry.”
Day Six: Childhood
In a world where Jesse didn’t grow into his looks properly till he was 16-ish. Before then he looked like Freddie Highmore. I know it sounds stupid, but just go with it, Freddie Highmore is cute and the GIF worked.
The first time Jesse said I love you
“I can’t believe you’re moving to Akron tomorrow!” Rachel whined as she played with her food, pushing it around her plate as her and her childhood friend sat in the restaurant. Leroy and Hiram Berry had allowed the St James son to take their daughter out for dinner ahead of his move to a town two hours away, there and back. At the age of 15 and 13, that was practically ten million miles away.
Jesse St James sulked into his own food, he couldn’t believe that he had to give up his Rachel to go live in some big house because his parents had decided to have another baby, and they couldn’t fit in their current lodgings when the baby came. He could tell that he was going to hate the fourth addition to the St James siblings already for this, Ariella and Michael were bad enough. “Yeah..” He mumbled.
“What’s got you so grumpy?” She asked him, playfully poking his hand with her fork, “It’s not like you’re moving some place bad like a war zone or something.” She informed him.
“Yeah, I guess..I’m just gonna miss you, Rach.” He admitted. Rachel Berry gave her trademark show face smile and poked his flesh again to make him look at her.
“I’ll miss you too. But we’ll only be a car ride away, and we’ll have all the memories and stuff.”
Aged 13 and 11
“You shouldn’t listen to Quinn Fabray, Rach.” He told her softly as Rachel wept into his shoulder. He stroked her hair and hugged her close, the only sounds coming from her mouth despite sobs are some unintelligible words. She sniffed and he pecked her forehead softly as Jesse continued to console her. “You are ten times prettier than Quinn Fabray ever will be.” He assured her.
”I don’t wanna move. My parents should. I could hide in your basement.” Jesse suggested as memories flickered through his mind of the girl in front of him. Rachel giggled and took a bite of her vegan cheesecake, her smile etched onto her face at his words. “I’m dead serious. You could sneak me food and I could be like The Phantom and write an opera and keep you away from that stupid Puckerman and Hudson.” He continued.
“I’m sure you’d make a magnificent Erik, Jesse, but I’m sure your parents and my dads would wonder where you went.” She explained as Jesse took a scoop of icecream and shoved it impolitely into his mouth.
Age 8 and 6
Jesse was no good on his skateboard, Michael had brought it for him and not given any instructions into how to ride it. He spent a couple hours trying to get more than a couple yards before grinding to a halt, to no avail. He did kick the stupid thing across the yard a few times and huffed.
“You’re doing it wrong.” A voice came from the end of his yard. He looked up to see Rachel Berry standing in red dungarees and a striped shirt, looking like something from a comic. She was playing with her hair as she looked at him.
“You try it then.” He snapped grumpily.
“Fine.” She insisted, swooping down and plucking the skateboard from the floor and turning into the street. It was a cul-de-sac so she had no problem getting a running start before hopping onto the skateboard and propelling herself a good 200 yards. She used her feet and kept going towards the end of the street before veering around and ending up where she’d started. Rachel even did the kick up when she finished. “Et viola.” She smiled before handing the board to Jesse and skipping back to her own yard across the street.
“I’m in love with you.” The words slipped out, tears in Jesse’s eyes as he snapped out the trip down memory lane. Rachel looked up from her cheese cake, her face a picture of shock and surprise as she tried to figure out whether her friend had gone mad or not. Jesse cleared his throat, swallowed the lump and continued. “I always have been, since that time you found my walkie talkie.”
Age 6 and 4
“Hello, Michael!” Jesse yelled into the walkie talkie he’d been given by his brother for their game of hide and seek. Michael had promised! He promised he wouldn’t take off with his friends again! He promised he would play. Jesse could only hear static and noise when he pressed the button.
“…Helloooooooooo?” A tiny voice came through the speakers. Jesse was dumbfounded by this new feminine voice as he ducked behind a trashcan next to the Berry’s, “If this is the boy hiding behind our trash can, I can see you from my bedroom.” The voice told him.
“How did my brother’s walkie talkie end up in your bedroom?” Jesse asked curiously, looking over at the Berry Household. His parents knew the gay couple that lived there and their daughter was a bit of a recluse, even though she was a bit loud. He spotted the curtains in the upstairs window twitch and smirked.
“He gave it to me before taking off into the town centre. Told me to be a good squirt and look after it.” She explained. “I’m not that small!” She insisted. Jesse chuckled.
“Do you want to play hide and seek?” He asked, “Over and out.”
“Yes please. Over and Out.” came the reply. He chuckled when a face popped up at the window, a smiling girl “Found you.”
Rachel smiled and took Jesse’s hand.
“Though my fathers will probably strangle us both for this, I’m in love with you too.” She told him, smiling brightly.