Rachel's Point of View

"I'm sorry you're doing what?" Shelby half yells and I adjust the way I'm siting. We were meeting in her office to discuss the aftermath of the funk and my consequential heartbreak. She was sitting behind her desk, her iced coffee placed on a coaster near her laptop. Whatever previously held her attention was long forgotten about.

"The New Directions want to try and beat Vocal Adrenaline at their own game." I state flatly. "They believe that Jesse and the rest of the gang are heartless or soulless automatons."

"And let me guess you're the mastermind behind them wanting to fight back." Her forefinger and thumb are holding her temples as she closes her eyes.

"Pretty much. But in my defense I couldn't just sit there and do nothing or convince them to wallow in their funk without it looking incredibly suspicious." I defend myself. "And on top of that I have to make sure they see me as a pillar of the club so that it's that much more devastating when it's time for the reveal."

"Alright, you've made a valid point. But how much Rachel should the team be prepared for. Have the New Directions even seen you at you fullest?" Shelby asks.

"Absolutely not. If I walked into that school without an ugly grandma sweater they would think I was a different person. Tell the team to expect the same level as my sectionals performance." I inform my coach and she smiles.

"I cannot wait for them to see the real you, and I also cannot wait to hear the song choice you have for that moment." She smirks and I smile back, but it doesn't last long because as soon as Shelby finished her sentence, her office door opens and in walks the last person I want to see.

Jesse's Point of View

Have you ever walked into a room and had the overwhelming suspicion that they were just talking about you, in a bad way? That's exactly how it felt as I walked into Shelby's office a few moments ago. Rachel was sitting in one of the two guest arm chairs with her legs neatly crossed and I was able to watch her go from smiling and happy to absolutely deadpanned and pissed off.

"I'm sorry am I interrupting something?" I ask and I can see in Rachel's yes she would love to scream out "yes" and possibly slam the door in my face. I guess I can't exactly blame her, we haven't spoken since the egging incident. I thought everything was fine, after all we were only acting and it was all her plan.

"Not at all, Jesse take a seat, Rachel and I were just discussing Regionals and the song list." Shelby states, clearly not reading the expression on her daughter's face, or not caring enough to acknowledge it. I awkwardly sit down next to Rachel and I can feel the daggers she is sending my way.

"Jesse, I need you and the rest of the team to meet me at McKinley tomorrow afternoon." She told me, he voice sickly sweet. "You guys need to be reminded of what a real performance looks like." She promptly stood up and left the office.

"Jesse what did you do?" Shelby askes me and I raise an eyebrow. "She was so happy before the funk and now I'm afraid she's going to double cross us. You need to fix this."

"I'll try my best." I sigh and run a hand through my hair. "She was happy before the funk. Blaine had told me that he had never seen her so happy before. She went out of her way to have you let me..." my voice trails off and realization hits me like a ton of bricks. "I'm an actual idiot."

"Glad you finally see what this entire club has seen since the two of you first met." Shelby points out. "Now go."

Rachel's Point of View; the next day

I walk the halls of McKinley and I can feel all eyes on me. I can't exactly blame them though; I went from reindeer sweaters with plaid skirts and knee high socks to a royal blue bodysuit, black mini skirt, and thigh high black heeled boots. I went from the girl to refuse she had a figure to someone who is fully ready to flaunt what she was blessed with.

Honestly, I'm just bored of pretending. If the last few weeks has taught me anything, it's to be more honest about myself.

"Who are you and what did you do with Rachel Berry?" Kurt stops me as he takes in my appearance. "You've lightened your hair and put in a bunch of extensions. And you have bangs?"

"I needed a new look, something to show Jesse St. Jerk that I'm the one who is out of his league." I shrug and he smirks.

"Well good thing we get to show them up today. And you better bet your number is going to leave them speachless." He links his arm with mine and we continue on our way to the auditorium where the rest of the club is waiting.

Jesse's Point of View

"Why is half of the team sitting in the audience?" I ask Justin and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Do you really think this show is for all of us? You have no idea what is about to go down." He tells me as the light dims.

"Now I'm out here looking like revenge

Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been

"Now I'm out here looking like revenge

Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been

"You fucked up." Justin tells me as the team gets up to leave after Rachel's performance.

I watch as the New Directions walk out the auditorium leaving Rachel alone on the stage.

"If this is only you fifty percent I would hate to see you at one hundred." I nervously scratch the back of my head and walk towards the stage.

"Look, I'm not going to throw away all my hard work so tell Shelby to stop worrying." She responds and starts to walk away but I grab her wrist to stop her.

"Rachel, we need to talk. Go to dinner with me and let me explain myself. If at any point you feel like I'm being Jesse St. Jerk you can yell at me and storm off in the most dramatic way you see fit." I can see the smirk forming on her lips and I knew I had won her over.

"Alright, but it has to be somewhere in Akron, can't risk blowing my cover." She states as she picks up her bag. "Pick me up at 7."