Santana opened the door to the Fabray's lake house to find Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury standing on the welcome mat…

…carrying two cases of beer?

"Santana!" Mr. Schue said smiling. "It's good to see you!"

Santana cocked her head. "I can see that you had no idea we were coming," Emma said, elbowing Will. "Puck must not have mentioned it to you guys."

"Nope," Santana said uncertainly. "But whatever it is…I like it." She moved aside and let the older couple in.

Will sat his case of beer on the couch and Emma sat hers beside it. "Now," he said, looking at Santana, "I've already talked to Puck and Quinn and her mother about this." He motioned toward the beer. "We had agreed that if you guys stayed away from alcohol while you were in school you could celebrate when it was over. Since you're all here for this weekend, I figured this would be a good time to get it out of the way."

"Santana," Emma said, touching the girls arm, "it's really important that you kids understand the seriousness of-"

Santana held up her hand. "During school Mr. Schue gave us the lecture, made us do a book report, we had to pinky promise we wouldn't let it get out of hand, yada yada. We've got this."

Emma nodded and looked at Will. "Maybe we should talk to the other kids?" she asked him.

Will put his arm around Emma and winked at Santana over her head. "They'll see us next week," he told her.

"Oh, but Will, shouldn't we say something to them?" Emma said as Will led her to the door.

"We'll see you later Santana," Will said over his shoulder, leaving the house.

"Bye Mr. Schue, Ms. Pillsbury," Santana said, watching them leave. She stared at the beer for a moment, smiling. Cold beer was the only thing missing from the bonfire going on in the backyard. Grabbing a case in each hand, she made her way to the kitchen.

Taking the beer out of the cases and putting it into a large cooler, Santana paused for a moment and looked out the window over the counter. All of her friends were out there, dancing, singing and having a good time. The summer was almost over and it had gone better than anyone imagined it would. Hell, she had even started liking Man hands…not that she'd ever tell anyone. Brittnay had been right; they were family.

She watched Brittnay do a backbend over a sitting Mike and laughed softly. She was still in love with her best friend, but she'd given up on ever having a romantic relationship with her. It hadn't stopped hurting though.

"It will get better," she heard from behind her. She turned around to see Rachel straining to reach the first shelf.

Rolling her eyes, Santana pushed her out of the way and grabbed the marshmallows the smaller woman had been reaching for. "What will get better?" she asked.

"Can you grab that other bag too?" Rachel asked. She laughed. "Finn and Puck finally talked Sam into trying to see how many marshmallows he could get into his mouth. There are no marshmallows left." She watched as Santana got the other bag. "The pain," she said, after a moment. Santana stared at her, handing her the bag. "It will get better."

"What are you talking about?"

Rachel ducked her head. "Brittnay," she said simply.

Santana sucked in a breath. "Listen, Yentil," she started.

"I have two gay dads," Rachel said, interrupting her. "I've had people treat me differently because of that my whole life." She shrugged. "If you ever need anyone to talk to…you can talk to me." Before Santana could say anything, Rachel walked to the door. "You should hurry; Lauren is beating all of the boys at arm wrestling." She smiled one last time and walked out, leaving Santana alone in the kitchen, lost in her thoughts.

Rachel heard Puck's guitar as she got closer to the fire. Putting the bags on the makeshift table, she stood back up and searched for Finn. When she'd gone into the house in search of marshmallows, he had been getting beat by Lauren. Lauren was now sitting beside Puck, swaying slightly to the music he was playing.

When Puck began singing, Rachel felt Finn wrap his strong arms around her. She smiled and leaned back into his chest, both moving slightly to the music. His lips close to her ear, Finn sang along with Puck, his voice low and husky. Rachel closed her eyes and leaned into him, her heart racing from the contact.

My head is stuck in the clouds
She begs me to come down
Says "Boy quit foolin' around"
I told her "I love the view from up here
Warm sun and wind in my ear
We'll watch the world from above
As it turns to the rhythm of love"
We may only have tonight
But till the morning sun you're mine all mine
Play the Music low and sway to the rhythm of love

Everyone had gathered around the fire, several of them singing along. Rachel watched them, thinking about how perfect this summer had been. She had started high school as the girl with no friends; now she was in a relationship with the quarterback of the football team and spending the weekend at Quinn Fabray's parent's lake house. It almost seemed unreal. Kurt caught her eye and winked at her, his smile so bright it almost hurt to look at it. Blaine loved him- Kurt's life could get no better.

After the song ended Santana came out pulling a huge cooler. "I've got beer!" she yelled.

The rest of the Glee club members jumped up and ran to Santana and the cooler, Mike pushing Artie. Rachel and Finn stood where they were. "Don't you want beer?" she asked him, angling her head up so she could look at him.

"I don't want to move," he told her, smiling softly.

"Me either," she said. "Finn," she started, but he cut her off with a soft kiss.

"We'll talk about it later," he told her, his lips still hovering over hers.

"Get a room!" Artie called to them, laughing.

"They've got a room," Brittnay said, confused. Mike laughed and put his arm around her. After everyone got a beer, they settled once again around the fire.

"Rachel, come here!" Tina called to her, motioning her over to where she and Mercedes were arguing about a song from Rent.

"I'll be back," she said to Finn, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He watched her walk away as he sat down by Puck. "It's been a whole summer," Puck complained.

"What has?" Finn asked, looking at him.

"You and Rachel. You've been together the whole summer."

"So?"

"You still can't keep your eyes off of her."

Finn smirked. "So?"

Puck shook his head. "It's different this time, right?" His eyes caught and held Finn's.

Finn nodded slowly, looking at his friend questioningly. "Why do you ask, though?"

Puck took a drink of his beer and stared at the fire. "I love you, man." Finn nodded again. He and Puck had had their problems, but they'd been best friends for years. Finn knew he could always count on Puck. Puck looked at him. "I care about Rachel." Finn's gut clenched and he opened his mouth. Puck held up his hand. "Listen, okay? I do, I care about her." His eyes found Rachel, laughing at something Tina had said. "She's special, you know?"

Finn watched his friend. "I know."

"Just…take care of her this time. That's all I ask."

Finns eyes searched Puck's face. "Where is this coming from?" Finn asked.

"Last summer you guys were together and happy. When that ended, she was destroyed." Finn flinched. "I don't want to see her go through that again."

Finn stared at the fire. "I love her. I'm always going to love her." He looked at his friend. "I'm not going to hurt her again." He stretched his legs out. "Is this going to be a problem?" he asked.

"What?"

"This thing you have for Rachel?"

Puck shook his head and smiled. "It's always been you for Rachel, Finn. No one else exists."

Finn stared at him. "That's not what I asked."

Puck shook his head. "You don't have to worry about me, Finn. I told you once that I was never going to mess with your relationships again and I meant it. You're my best friend, and she's my other best friend. I have you both." He shrugged. "I want to keep you both."

Finn watched him for a moment, and then nodded. Looking across the fire, he watched Quinn braid Britney's hair. "What about Quinn?"

Puck took another drink from his beer. "What about her?"

Finn leaned back on his arms. "I see her watching you sometimes."

Puck rolled his eyes. "She watches all of us, bro. She stares at you, at Sam, at me…" He shook his head. "That's one girl that has no clue what she wants."

"You don't have any feelings for her?" Finn asked, curious.

"Do you?" Puck countered.

Finn flinched. "I love her," he told his friend, watching the fire. "But I'll never be in love with her. Not like I am with Rachel."

Puck nodded. "She had my baby," he said. "That's something you can't just forget." He looked at Quinn. "I'll always love her for that. A relationship between us would never work, though." He shrugged and looked at Finn. "Sometimes you just know."

"Is that how it is with Lauren? You just know?"

Puck chuckled. "I don't know anything with Lauren. I don't think we're even officially dating." His eyes found the girl in question, showing Sam some submission techniques. "I like her, I respect her, I like hanging out with her. I don't love her." Puck shrugged again. "And she doesn't love me. One day one of us will move on and that will just be it."

Finn shook his head. "I don't ever want Rachel to move on. I want to be "it" for her like she's "it" for me."

Puck smiled. "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Finn frowned. "I don't know, man. She's going to New York, no matter what." He watched the fire for a moment. "What if I can't get into a school there?"

"Are you going to try?"

"Hell yes, I'm going to try," Finn said, looking up in surprise. "I'm not going to lose her without a fight."

"There are a lot of schools in New York," Puck told him, hitting him on the back. "You going to try to get a football scholarship?"

Finn grimaced. "I'm going to try to get in any way possible. Ms. Pillsbury is helping me. I'm working on scholarships for football, basketball, baseball, singing…everything."

"Not dancing," Puck said, grinning as he took another drink from his beer.

"Funny," Finn grumbled.

"I've been thinking about New York a lot, too," Puck said. "Maybe we'll all make it there."

Finn laughed. "Sam and Santana have both said something about New York too," he told his friend. "I think that trip messed with everyone's head."

"We've got a year to figure it out," Puck said.

"A year to figure what out?" Sam asked as he and Lauren came to sit by them.

"We were just talking about our plans after school," Finn told them, grabbing the marshmallow bag from Sam. "Haven't you had enough?" he asked, grinning.

"I didn't get to eat those earlier, I just got to choke on them," Sam grumbled.

"I can't decide if I want to go to college or go ahead and start my pro wrestling career," Lauren said, popping a marshmallow into her mouth.

"Wait," Sam said, holding his hand up. "You were serious about that?"

"Of course I was," Lauren said. "Vince called me himself, wanted to talk to my parents."

Finn's mouth was hanging open. "Vince McMahon?"

Lauren popped another marshmallow into her mouth. "Yup."

"You…are…my…hero," Sam breathed.

Puck rolled his eyes. "Stop drooling over my woman, Fish Lips."

Sam punched Puck in the arm and grabbed another marshmallow from Finn. "I wish I had Vince McMahon calling me."

Lauren shrugged. "I'm the best at what I do," she said simply. "I just don't know if I'm ready for that kind of life. I'd be giving up the chance to have a normal college experience."

"Where do you want to go to college?" Finn asked her, slapping Sam's hand as he reached for another marshmallow.

"Anywhere but here," she said. "I just want to get out of Lima, Ohio, and only come back for family reunions."

"It's not that bad," Sam said. The other three looked at him, eyebrows raised.

Sam blew out a breath. "Okay, it is pretty bad," he said, chuckling. "I've lived in worse though."

"Where do you guys want to go?" Lauren asked them.

"New York," all three guys answered at the same time.

Lauren laughed. "Good luck with that," she said as she stood up. "I'm going to run into the house for a minute. Don't let anything exciting happen while I'm gone," she told Puck.

"I'm on it," he told her, watching her walk away.

"Dude, she's going to be famous," Sam said after a moment. He looked at Finn. "Rachel is too. You're both going to have famous girlfriends."

Finn looked over at Rachel, who was singing something while the other girls around her laughed. "I can handle that," he told his friends.