The blue waves crashed up against the shore of Long Island and the sun was shinning high in the sky. They were all lounging by the pool.
"Oh my God, don't kill him!" yelled Tina (who seemed genuinely concerned for Artie, despite the fact that they were in a huge fight), as Puck, Mike, and Sam ran down to the beach and started swinging Artie by his hands and legs.
"S'all good, Tina. Your boy is safe with us," Puck said with a smile.
Artie laughed. "No, I'm not."
"What? You've never been so safe in your life," said Mike with a wink.
"No, well, that statement was false too, but I was saying that I'm not her boy," said Artie with a grin. Tina's face fell.
"You guys broke up? Again? I'm sorry man," said Sam.
"Well, it was my fault. I…"
"Did you bang Kitty?" asked Sam.
"Been there, done that," Puck muttered. Mike punched his shoulder.
"Maybe," Artie said with a sly grin, not at all ashamed about the fact that he had cheated.
"Artie…" said Sam, disappointed. "You promised Tina that you guys would be together."
"Yeah, when we turn thirty. That's like ten years from now, and I wasn't even that serious about it. I was just trying to help my best friend's broken heart because of Mike here. Besides, I'm still in love with Kitty. We just can't resist each other," laughing Artie said.
"Whatever man," said Sam, and with laugh he threw Artie over his shoulder. Mike and Puck started chanting for Sam to throw their friend into the water.
"Ugh, idiots," Quinn said, rolling her eyes as she watched them. She was tanning in one of the many lounge chairs that surrounded the gigantic pool. Mercedes was lounging in a chair to Quinn's right, and on the left were Santana and Brit not-so-subtly making out. Kurt, a couple chairs down, eyed them with an annoyed look as Rachel tried and failed to engage him, Blaine and Tina (who was still eyeing Artie) in a conversation about her busy Broadway schedule.
It was a normal summer day for the 20-year-old best friends.
After a while Kurt finally burst. "Ugh, will you guys please get a room!" he yelled. Santana opened her eyes but stayed on top of her wife, still kissing Brit. After a minute of giving Kurt the stare-down, Santana finally rolled off, and settled her head into Brit's lap.
"Shut up, Porcelain. You're just jealous of… well everything," said Santana.
"So what if I am? You stole it from me. That was my audition. You wouldn't of even heard about it if not for me, and then you waltz in there and get the role! This was going to be my big break!"
"Okay, big break? For God's sake, Kurt! It was a TV add for life insurance. It would of gotten you nothing but a little extra cash!"
"A little extra cash? You got over $9,000 for that!"
"That's because it was me. I wasn't going to even consider it until they called my manager and they gave me a high price for the roll. I got it because I'm famous. Because I have worked my ass off in the past two years to put myself out there. You act like I stole everything from you. But here's the thing Kurt, you're just pissed at yourself for being the least accomplished out of all of us, besides Asian Tina over here." Tina opened her mouth in shock. Santana brought herself up, but still sat in Brittany's lap. "And you take it out on me, because I'm the bitchy one, the one that people could see me messing up your life. And I would be messing up your life, except that you messed it up for me. So don't go yelling at me while you're in my vacation house about stealing the roll that was given to me because I all have done is work for these things and you haven't." Brittany had put her arm protectively around Santana's waist, and was slowly drawing her back.
"Santana, come on, let's go put our suits on, okay babe?" Santana nodded and gave her wife a long kiss, fully aware of Kurt's eyes on them. She got up with Brit, hand and hand, and as they walked back into their huge house, Santana called over her shoulder, "How about that for a reality check?"
Kurt punched the umbrella pole.
"Holy…" started Sam.
Artie wolf whistled.
"Done both of them," Puck said smugly.
"I'm single," Mike mumbled.
"And they're married. And gay," said Quinn, as Santana and Brit walked out in their bikinis.
"Yeah, that's the best part," said Mike, watching two of his best friends start to make out.
Quinn groaned and Mercedes rolled her eyes.
Brittany broke off the intense kiss with her wife to ask, "You all ready to swim?"
Sam wrapped his arms around Mercedes. "Yeah, girl. You ready to swim?"
"Sam Evens, I just got my hair done… Sam!" But it was no use. Sam pushed his girlfriend into the pool and then went jumping in after her.
"Who's next?" Puck asked with an evil grin, eyeing Quinn.
"Oh, no no no. Noah, I swear do not — ahh!" Quinn laughed despite herself as Puck grabbed her and threw Quinn into the water.
"Your turn, man!" Puck called to Artie, as he and Mike lowered him into a raft that Quinn held steady.
Puck wasn't paying attention, and Artie called, "My turn? More like yours!" as Mike pushed Puck into the water. But Mike soon came tumbling in after Tina pushed him in, and then jumped in after.
"No, no. Brit, Santana…" said Rachel. But it was no use as the two of them pushed Rachel in. Blaine and Kurt jumped in as well. The two women stood triumphantly, the last ones standing. Brittany and Santana were both laughing, and didn't notice Sam and Puck sneak out of the pool from the far end. Puck grabbed Santana by the waist and threw over his shoulder. "Puck!" she screamed, laughing at the same time. She looked over at Brit who was also laughing and thrown over Sam's shoulder, and grabbed her hand. They both screamed as they were thrown into their pool together, Puck and Sam following.
Santana and Brittany had a bunch of huge inflatable pool floats, two of which were gold thrones that they sat on and tried not to get knocked off of. Artie was sitting on an alligator, and Rachel and Kurt sat on a giant white swan. Mike was trying to balance on a giant unicorn blow-up, and Tina was desperately trying to push him off, while Blaine floated by on a red surf board. Mercedes was sitting on Sam's shoulders, and they together were trying to push Quinn over, who was on Puck's shoulders.
"Hmm, I feel a song coming on," commented Rachel from atop of the swan. Santana moaned.
Young Blood
Rachel: You were making history
Breaking rules and breaking free
Questioning the writing on the wall
Blaine: Coming from the underground
Laughing as we're falling down
Soaking in the glory of it all
Quinn: But in dark times when we close our eyes
It's a nightmare
Brittany: It's a nightmare
Santana: When the sun don't shine we loose our minds
But I swear
Brittany/Santana/Quinn: We can get there
All: We've got young blood
Can't destroy us
We make our own luck in this world
We've got young blood
No one chose us
We make our own luck in this world
Sam: Someday we could run away
See it all before the pictures fade
And bottle up the feeling in the jar
Puck: Pass around to all our friends
We can breathe it in and out again
Huddled in the back seat of the car
Quinn: But in dark times when we close our eyes
It's a nightmare
Brittany: It's a nightmare
Santana: When the sun don't shine we loose our minds
But I swear
Brittany/Santana/Quinn: We can get there
All: We've got young blood
Can't destroy us
We make our own luck in this world
We've got young blood
No one chose us
We make our own luck in this world
Rachel: And the voices will get loud
If we never long to shut them out
Mercedes: If you're lost you can be found
If you follow me until you hear the sound
Santana: So put em up
Put em up now
If you know we're never backing down
We're never backing down noohoh
Rachel: We've got young blood
All: Can't destroy us
We make our own luck in this world
We've got young blood
No one chose us
We make our own luck in this world
Quinn: We've got young blood
Can't destroy us
We make our own luck in this world
Rachel: We've got young blood
No one chose us
We make our own luck in this world
Santana: Cause we've got young blood
Sam then shouted, "Jumping competition!" and they all used Santana and Brit's giant diving board (which was right next to the rainbow 50-foot waterslide, of course) to try and do the biggies, funniest and craziest jumps with Artie judging them.
"Bruh," said Puck, eyeing Santana and Brittany. "It really sucks that they play for the other team."
"I know right?" said Mike, starring.
"Come on, dudes. We all have girlfriends yet we're eyeing married lesbians. This is not okay," Sam said seriously.
"Dud, calm your man tits. I would never cheat on Quinn. I love her, and only her, but there's nothing wrong with stating the facts," Puck said.
"Preach," added Artie.
"Idiots, get over here," said Santana from one of the chairs. "Unibrow is on video call with the glee losers and Mr. Shue. He wants to say hi." The guys all jumped out of the water, grabbed towels, and crowed Santana's chair where there laptop was in her lap.
"Hey Mr. Shue," called Artie.
"Oh and the newbies," said Sam, noticing the members of the glee club sitting around the couch that they weren't allowed to sit on yet. "How's the team?" he asked Spencer.
"All good, coach. But I really wish you were here to calm the Beist down. I mean, I know that you coach the New Directions and not football anymore, the Beist is insane. She has been—"
"How's Long Island?" Will interrupted loudly.
"Amazing," said Quinn and Mercedes together. The two of them laughed.
Santana sighed. "God, Yentil, your out of date laptop is hurting my eyes. Let's move to a bigger screen. Hold up, guys. We'll call you back in a sec," she said as she hung up. "C'mon guys," Santana said, and they followed her into the gigantic mansion and into one of the many rooms.
They ended up in a gigantic movie room, with tons of soft couches and leg rests. As they all settled down, they realized just how cool the room was. The movie screen was the wall and ceiling.
"Wooww," said Mike in awe.
Brit took a tablet that was sitting on one of the couches, typed in a code, and they started video calling the glee club again, but this time it looked like they were actually in their old classroom because of the size of the screen.
"That room is crazy," said the twins as soon as the call went through.
Brit laughed at their excitement, and curled up in Santana's lap on their couch.