I do not own Glee.
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It was three weeks into the meager summer vacation they were allotted and Mr. Shue sent out an email to the entire team asking them to meet at a small coffee shop the next day. Everyone showed up because most people were already back from vacation and had entered the section of summer where they were just waiting for school to start again.
Once everyone had greeted each other and asked how everyone's summer went, Mr. Shue stood up. "Alright guys. I've asked you all here because, based on our performance in Regionals, we've been invited to compete in the 6th annual Midwest Fall Show Choir Invitational."
A round of cheers came from the group.
He held up his hand, "Here's the catch. It's the second weekend of school. We'll have to practice during the summer."
Puck commented, "We have football camp starting next week."
Finn, Mike, and Matt nodded in agreement.
"And we have Cheerios Camp," Santana added and glanced at Brittany who was sitting next to her.
"Where will you be?" Mr. Shue asked.
"Ohio Catholic University," Santana stated, "The guys will be there too. We'll be there for two weeks straight."
Mr. Shue's eyebrows furrowed in though, "Who all is going?"
Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Puck, Finn, Mike, and Matt all raised their hands.
The teacher's eyes counted the hands in the air and looked to Santana tell me about this camp.
"For us, it's basically cheerleading boot camp. They wake us up at six in the morning and we practice cheering, conditioning, strength, and dance." She pulled up the website on her phone and handed it to Mr. Shue.
"Do you have any free time?" Mr. Shue asked, scanning the website.
"A few hours in the afternoon and then a few hours after dinner," she shrugged, "Why?"
He ignored her question and looked at Puck, "What about you guys?"
"Get up at six," he said, "Drills, practice, and training all day with the same breaks as the girls."
"It says here that there is a music camp going on at the same time," Mr. Shue handed the cell phone back to Santana. He looked at the group, "Okay, everyone that's not going to football or cheerleading camp, would you be interested in the music camp?"
Everyone for the most part agreed.
"Cheerios and football players," he looked at them, "Would you be willing to practice glee numbers in your free time?"
"No." Santana stated.
"San," Brittany hissed disapprovingly.
Santana rolled her eyes at Brittany's ability to make her cave so quickly, "Fine."
Rachel looked up from her phone which was also on the camp website. "Mr. Shue, how are we going to pay for it? It's four hundred dollars a student. That's two thousand dollars for the remaining five of us. I don't know about them, but I've already spend the majority of my summer allowance when I went with my dads to New York on Broadway memorabilia."
"We did a fundraised in Cheerios to help raise money for it," Brittany offered hopefully.
"What could be do to make two thousand dollars in four days?"
Quinn let out a sly smile and looked at Santana and Brittany, "Remember when we needed to raise the money for the fine Coach Sylvester got for cursing at one of the judges at the International Cheerleading Convention?"
Santana smiled and looked to Brittany who was smiling as well.
It wasn't three hours later that, everyone in the glee club was in their swimsuits, in the parking lot of the coffee shop holding signs up for a car wash.
"I don't see how we're going to make two thousand dollars this way," Mr. Shue told the Cheerios as he hand them the signs.
Santana took one of the signs, "Like this." She sauntered to the road in her bikini, grabbed Brittany and they held up the sign together.
Ten minutes later, the parking lot was packed with cars and they washed them as quickly as possible to keep traffic jams from moving into the road.
"Hey Quinn," Puck called, "Why aren't you out there in a bikini, slutting it up for the good of glee?"
Quinn, who was the only one not in a swimsuit crossed her arms over her tank top, "Because I still don't have my bikini body back."
"Just wait until after cheer camp," he smirked, "Then we'll all see that rockin' bod."
She picked up a nearby bucket and dumped it on his head, "No one is going to see anything. Ever again."
"When did you get back on the Cheerios?" Rachel asked, cautiously, but curiously.
Quinn picked up the water hose to rinse off a car, "Coach Sylvester let me back on under probation. If I screw up it's all over. No more second chances."
"Didn't you hate it?" Rachel furrowed her eyebrows.
Quinn sighed, "Well, the yelling and pain yeah, but I miss the team and the competition."
"There's a team right here," Rachel added moving to the other side of the car.
The blonde just shook her head and resumed rinsing the car off. Rachel didn't understand what being a Cheerio was like.
Santana was crouched by a tire when someone called, "Hey Santana!" She turned around only to be met with a face full of suds and a grinning Brittany. Had it been anyone else, Santana would have ripped their head off. Instead, she tried to hide a smile that was forcing itself onto her face.
Brittany knew that look and started running, weaving in between cars. Santana took off after her, finally catching her in the back corner of the parking lot, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist.
"Say sorry," Santana tickled Brittany.
The blonde laughed and gasped for breath but still shook her head.
Santana pulled her closer, so that their faces were nearly occupying the same space. The proximity caused Santana's fingers to stop moving and her hands slid to Brittany's hips. Brittany had become eerily quiet as well, just looking at Santana.
If Santana just leaned forward a few centimeters her lips would touch Brittany's in a kiss that was long overdue. So she moved forward just a bit, but froze when someone called Brittany.
The blonde snapped out of whatever trance she was in and looked Santana over, smiling awkwardly, "C'mon. We better get back."
Santana nodded and followed Brittany back to the group. She absentmindedly picked up a sponge and started washing the grime off of a Range Rover. She almost kissed Brittany for the first time in six months. She had been the one to call off their whole secret sleeping together thing when everyone found out. She decided it was too dangerous in a town like this, but lately…lately she'd been regretting that decision. When Brittany would spend the night, it was getting harder and harder to keep her hands to herself especially when they were curled up in bed.
By the time five o'clock had rolled around, everyone was getting ready to call it quits. They were convinced they washed every car in town and all gathered around Mr. Shue for the final total.
"Well guys," he held up a metal cashbox in one hand, "We needed two thousand dollars." He let out a proud grin, "But we made three thousand seven hundred and fifteen dollars. Which means we have enough money for camp and still have some leftover for when school rolls around."
The five gleeks that weren't already going to camp cheered and hugged each other. The other ones just watched, glad that they could help out their teammates and secretly happy that their friends could join them.
"Alright guys," Mr. Shue nodded, "We're going to camp!"