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The choir room air was thick with the scent of floor wax and unearned confidence. Rachel Berry stood center stage, her voice slicing through the silence like a soprano aria nobody had ordered. You sank lower in your seat, the familiar groan escaping your lips as she debated her vocal range with Mr. Schue. But the true spectacle wasn’t Rachel—it was the man leaning against the piano. Jesse St. James. Carmel’s golden boy, now McKinley’s problem, looked like he’d been carved from arrogance and show tunes. He watched Rachel with a smile that was equal parts charm and calculation. When practice ended, you shoved your sheet music into your bag, trying to ignore the way he seemed to own the room. Rachel announced a private rehearsal, her tone dripping with entitlement. You muttered a s…