"You guys, I'm really not sure we should be doing this. You're sure we'll be back in an hour?" Rachel turned to Puck, her brow furrowed.
"Yes. And Mr. Shue won't be back for two hours. We'll be back in the hotel room an hour before he gets back," Puck replied.
"But this is Nationals!" Rachel started. "We need to win, and we need to start rehearsing and we only have 2 days!"
"Shh…Sam can't concentrate," said Artie. "You don't want to get in a wreck, do you? Just sit down and calm down. This is a great way to relax before a competition. Nice, easy, boat ride in the Atlantic ocean."
Quinn walked over to Finn, who was sitting near the back of the boat, drinking a root beer.
"Hey," she said softly. He looked up at her.
"Yeah?"
"Well, I just thought you might want to know…I'm okay. I'm over you."
It wasn't what Finn expected to hear. "Good!" he said.
"Great," agreed Quinn, almost sarcastically.
Suddenly, everything was interrupted by a cry from Sam. "Y'all! I need help, um, I think we might be have been going the wrong way…"
"WHAT?" screamed Santana.
"Shh…" said Puck, but everyone could tell he was worried too.
"Well – I – um…we're, um, kinda lost," Sam said quietly.
Tina started crying.
"I told you all!" started Rachel. "I told you!"
"Are you kidding?" yelled Mercedes. "You're telling me we're lost in the Atlantic Ocean!"
"No!" said Sam. "Isn't there some like radio caller thing?"
"Yeah, under the seat over there," said Quinn, pointing to the seat Lauren was sitting in.
Lauren looked uncomfortable. "Well, those don't work," she said shyly. Unusual for Lauren.
The Glee Club looked hysterical. "WHY NOT?" screamed Mercedes.
"I…spilled my beer on them. And they started…fizzing. And I don't think they work."