This started so differently, but alas I hope you enjoy. I will update as soon as I know it's liked!

The whole of New Directions was on a weekend away, staying in cabins on Lake Erie. No one really wanted to be there, not even Rachel, but it was proving t o be enjoyable. Everyone got along during the dinner on Friday night, and the evening's activities of singing around a camp fire the boys made, somewhat accidentally. Despite obvious separations by the school social class system, everyone was acting like friends, cheerios and jocks alike.

Even the room arrangements didn't cause as such of a fuss as Mr. Shue predicted. He had put Santana and Brittany in a room (how could he separate them, honestly?) that adjoined a room with Quinn and... Rachel. He expected shouting and tantrums, but on Friday night they all seemed too tired to even bitch. He was pleasantly surprised to find on Saturday morning, and chirpy Quinn leading a sleepy Rachel to the dining area and getting the diva coffee. He didn't expect that at all, or at least, the other way around.

Santana hadn't noticed her room was adjoined to Rachel's and Quinn's until Saturday morning when Brittany opened the door they thought lead to a closet. It opened out to Rachel sat on the bed looking at Quinn dressing, with a shocked look on her face. Gaydar buzzing, Santana took a moment to take in the faint blush on the brunette's cheeks as Quinn slipping her shorts up, and the darkening of her irises. Santana smirked widely before softening. As much as she wanted to call Rachel out on it, it wouldn't have been right. It would be the same as what Finn had done to her. She didn't have the right to out the girl before she had a chance to realise it herself, and come to terms with it.

Santana wondered if Rachel would have a gay panic like herself, or would she be instantly okay with it, because of her fathers. Either way, Santana would be there for her, like she wished someone had been there for her.

"Berry," Santana called softly, breaking the girl out of her reverie early enough so shed have time to hide her blushing before Quinn turned around. "We're heading out to the lake in a few, you and Q wanna come tan with us?"

Rachel had accepted with a short nod, surprising Quinn. Santana laughed to herself, knowing Rachel was still at a loss for words. Santana left them to get ready while she helped Brittany find matching bikini parts and get them on... with a little bit of fun thrown in.

The day by the lake was more fun than Quinn expected. When Santana had suggested spending some time tanning she didn't think it'd be this great. She had gotten to spend time with Rachel, getting to know the real Rachel. She knew the girl wore a mask, but she hadn't expected it to be as thick as Santana's. The over the top, loud and diva-ish attitude she had in school, coupled with a Broadway dream and argyle jumpers was so far from the real Rachel. Well expect the dream. Rachel really did want to go to Broadway, but not as a diva seeking attention. She had this undeniable passion. She sang doing everything, in a voice so real and raw, that Quinn fell in love with it instantly. She found the girl to by shy when talking about her life outside of glee, and understanding.

They discussed Shelby and Beth briefly, and Quinn was shocked by what Rachel told her about Shelby's rejection. But the singer assured Quinn that Beth was in the greatest hands. "Are you mad that I gave her Beth?" Quinn blurted out. Rachel took Quinn's hand in hers and squeezed before uttering a soft, "Not even a little bit," before dropping the subject completely.

Another thing Quinn, Santana and Brittany too, had noticed was Rachel's body image. They were shocked when the girl had refused to take her baggy tee off. Santana had to hold her down to get it off, dismayed to find her in a one piece, and after that the singer lay face down on her towel for the next half hour. The cheerios couldn't help but feel responsible; they had treated her awfully, called her ugly and fat, but they didn't think it affected her that much. Clearly, Rachel's mask hid more than her real personality. It hid her insecurities too.

"Coming into the water?" Brittany asked Rachel as they others got up. She hesitated before agreeing and walked to the water's edge, her towel covering her front.

"Berry, come on. I know you got abs, so stop being Sister Chastity and strip for swimming!" Santana yelled, letting her shorts drop off her hips at the same time. Rachel stole a glance around, happy that only the four of them where there (Tina and Mercedes were on the other side of the cabins with the boys) and dropping her towel.

Quinn stood to her left, in a pink and white polka dot bikini, Brittany to her left in a purple bikini and Santana in a yellow and blue strip. They looked amazing, and she felt like nothing in comparison to them. She striped down to her green check backless one piece. It showed her curves off in a lovely way, but she couldn't tell. The girls did though.

"Swish swoosh, banging body, Berry!" Santana whistled before lifting the girl off and running with her into the water. Santana may have heard some cries of "careful" and "don't drown her" but all she cared about at that moment was the carefree laugh coming from Rachel.

Lunch came and went and so did an hour or so of sailing and then a huge group game of volley ball. The girls won, mainly because of Brittany's enthusiasm and Quinn's sheer determination (domination in Mercedes opinion) and then they all had dinner like a happy family.

Then they retired to their separate rooms, and the drama suddenly began.

Rachel started that she'd take the second shower, so Quinn hopped in straight away and sped through, hoping to save the small girl some hot water. While she showered, Rachel set out Quinn's pyjamas for her and turned down their beds. She giggled as she heard Santana and Brittany showering together in their room. She was jealous of their love, but there was something else behind it too. She didn't know whether it was the fact that spending a whole weekend with Finn was hurting her heart or another reason entirely.

Thinking about it made her head woozy.

Luckily Quinn chose that moment to get out of the shower, and Rachel got in straight after her. Maybe the hot water would stop her racing thoughts? Wrong. It only made it worse. The wooziness double with every beat of shower water onto reddening skin.

Why was Rachel jealous of Santana and Brittany? Why not Mercedes and Sam? Seemed like a more logically couple? If Rachel wanted Finn back, they why hadn't she thought of him at all this weekend up until now and when he was physically beside her? Why was Quinn occupying her mind?

Meanwhile, Quinn was letting Brittany style her hair. They were giggling like little girls on a sleep over and Santana was enjoying watching her two friends smile.

"Santana, could you get Rae-Rae's curlers from her bag?" Brittany asked. She had begun using that nickname at some point during the day, and it made Rachel smile every time. Which in turn made the other three smile.

"Sure, B." Suntan pecked both blonde's forehead, earning an "aw" and an "ew gross" before shuffling into the adjoining room.

She had just picked up the bog of curlers when she heard a loud thump noising from the bathroom that made her head pop up instantly. The noise sounded exactly like-

Someone slipping in the shower.