Author's Note: Okay, I'm writing again! I WILL finish my journal stories, to those reading them, but I want to write my dream S3. And, for the record, I have been very selective in what episodes/scenes of S2 I have actually watched so some things might not line up with the show. This will end up being AU anyway. Please read and review! Reviews = love!

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Chapter One: End of Summer

The clock in the corner of the run down diner (that Puck had discovered one June afternoon while "cruising with his boy Abrams") read 9:05, meaning that certain people were late to the last day of summer brunch that Rachel had planned. Including Rachel, which the people already there found strange.

"Where's Rachel?" Mercedes asked, turning her eyes toward Puck. "Didn't she say nine?"

With a straight face, Puck answered, shrugging. "How should I know?"

Arching one eyebrow, Mercedes leaned slightly forward, arching an eyebrow. "Girl's your best friend! I swear, you have been spending more time with her than she has with Finn since you and Lauren broke up. So where is she?"

Puck was prepared to shoot back a nonchalant answer when the girl in question came rushing in, hair streaming out behind her, a huge smile on her face.

"Hello, my dearest friends. And Noah." A slight smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she smoothed out the back of her skirt and sat down. "You will never guess what I was completing this morning!"

Rolling his eyes at her cheery attitude, which he secretly thought was cute, Puck asked, telling himself he was placating her, though he really did want to know, "What?"

The others seated around the table, nodded, waiting for her to go on.

"Last night, Finn and I completed our first five year plan together!" she exclaimed, laying a folder on the table and tapping it. "It's all here, on paper. I spent the whole morning typing it up! After we are done enjoying this last day of summer brunch, I'm heading over to his house to share it with him.

"First five year plan?" Tina asked from her position in the chair across from Rachel.

Beside her, Mike crinkled his nose, as if the thought of a five year plan was distasteful. "How many do you have?"

"Just the one for now," Rachel told him, grinning in his direction. "I am very excited about this one! Finn and I plan to spend our first year after graduating in Lima -"

"What?" Puck interrupted, leaning towards her. "You're not high tailing it to New York as soon as we throw our caps in the air? Thought that was the dream?"

"Dreams change," Rachel murmured, half heartedly raising one shoulder. "And it's not as if I don't want that, Noah." The way she said his name made him cringe a little (in fact, it made everyone present cringe a little). "But this is important for my future with Finn."

Looking a little disgusted, Puck righted himself, casting his gaze out the window, not sure how to respond to her.

Apparently no one else knew how to either because they were all silent. After a few minutes, Mike cleared his throat. "Missing some people…"

"I noticed that," Rachel spoke up quickly. "Where are they?"

"Not here," stated Tina, pointing out the obvious.

"Perhaps I should call her…" Rachel muttered, pulling her cell phone out of her purse, fingers flying over the touch screen entering the number.

Oblivious to the vibrating of her phone, which was tucked in her purse and across the room, Quinn woke up as sunlight streamed in through the window, touching her face. Opening one eye, than the other, Quinn surveyed her surroundings, blinking. Once they lighted on the person next to her, an affectionate smile formed. Stretching out her fingers, she grazed them along his jaw line, which caused him to stir.

"Why…you…waking me…woman?" he mumbled sleepily, batting at her hand. Instead of hitting it away though, he grabbed it and pulled her closer to him.

"It's like 9:15, Artie," she told him, kissing him lightly.

"And?" Tightening his arms around her slight frame and nestling his nose in her air, he let out a giant sigh. "I'm trying to gets my slumber on."

Giggling a little at his phrasing, she moved her head back just so she could touch her lips to his again. "It was your idea to have the Jurassic Park marathon and stay up so late…"

"We had to watch all three," he insisted, skimming his fingers down her arm. "And my parents aren't home…so I really just wanted you to sleepover. It was like the perfect opportunity."

Biting her lip, thinking how adorable he was, she said, "Well, I did…and we're kind of late now."

Grimacing, Artie opened one eye. "Late? I just want to lay here…"

"Breakfast," she whispered into his ear.

The other eye flew open. "You know the magic word!"

"I know you," she responded, rising from the bed and retrieving her clothes, which were in a pile on the floor.

"I like how you look in my pajamas," he informed her, sitting up.

Swallowing, she watched him out of the corner of her eye, as he maneuvered himself from the bed to the chair, dinosaur pajamas shifting as he did so. He sent a small smile her way before she turned and left the room. Once in the bathroom, she stared at herself in the mirror, eyes sweeping down over the Star Wars pajamas she had borrowed from Artie to sleep in the night before. A short laugh exited her lips before she returned her gaze to her own reflection, a question forming in her hazel eyes.

"What are we doing?" she asked, even though Artie wasn't in the room to answer. Letting out a breath, she changed quietly, hoping that she would find the courage to ask Artie that question to his face.

But on that morning, the question went unasked.