"Is everyone ready? I have a detailed itinerary of who is sitting which car, where we may stop for bathroom breaks and approximately how long it should take us to get to each rest stop. If you'd all just gather around, I can bring the PowerPoint up on my-"

"Berry, shut up."

"Santana, I find it extremely offensive that you care so little about-"

"Berry. I said shut up."

Rachel stormed away and stood beside Finn, who grinned and put his arm around the small girl.

The Glee Club were standing in Rachel Berry's front yard, preparing to depart for the lengthy journey to California where Santana's family beach house resided. The seniors were due to depart for college in less than a month and the group had decided to take a two week vacation together before the older members had to leave Ohio to settle in.

"Don't worry Rach, I'll listen to all your crazy plans when we're in the car. Oh! Can we stop at Taco Bell?"

"First of all Finn, I deeply resent you referring to my extensive planning as crazy. I am simply trying to ensure that we reach our destination as efficiently as possible."

"It is a little crazy," Sam joked. The group nodded in agreement.

Rachel huffed. "I am going to choose to ignore that comment, Sam Evans. My vocal chords do not need to be strained with the task of explaining the importance of itinerary. Continuing on, I won't be travelling with you today Finn. You will be with Mike, Tina, Artie, Sam, Rory and Sugar in Artie's family's mini-van. Noah will be with Mercedes, Kurt and Blaine in Noah's pickup truck. That should give us plenty of room for our bags and necessities. The matter of that sorry excuse for food is up to Sam. He will be driving you."

"Wait, what?" Puck argued, "No way am I driving those three, Jew-princess. I will not listen to Kurt's Lady Gaga playlist on repeat. That's freakin' ridiculous."

"Apologies, Noah. I had a request from Tina that you travel separately after you tried to touch her breast last week in Santana's pool."

"Whatever. She loved it. Ladies always fall for my nipple ring, I'm a rock star. Fine. But there won't be any Lady G. That shit stays at home. And Mercedes, you best be ready for the Puckasaurus."

Kurt whined in protest. Mercedes grimaced and tucked herself underneath Sam's arm.

"Awesome Rach," Finn grinned lopsidedly. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "But then where are you gonna sit? The roof is kinda dangerous."

Rachel sighed and patted the boy patiently on the shoulder. "Finn," she spoke, "I will be riding with Santana, Brittany and Quinn."

"Oh hell no, you won't," Santana protested, "I cannot listen to you lecture us incessantly about breathing techniques. You're annoying. And you can't share the driving with Quinn and me. I wants to get my sweet lady kisses on with Britt-Britt."

Rachel looked downcast as she stared at her feet. She lifted her head again and spoke.

"I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to get better acquainted as friends. We'll all be in New York together in a couple of months. I just thought we could help each other out."

Brittany frowned and looked at Santana. "San, be nice. Rachel is awesome. She's so small, like a duck. And besides, she'll take up the least room. More room for Lord Tubbs."

Santana sighed as she looked between a pouting Brittany and a visibly upset Rachel. She threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine Berry. But no lectures. I can breathe just fine."

Rachel looked up and gave a small smile of thanks to Brittany. She glanced at Quinn, who was staring intently at the book in her hands. The blonde girl glanced up quickly, meeting Rachel's eyes with a smile before looking back down.

"It's settled then. Let's get going!" Rachel exclaimed enthusiastically.

The club scrambled away to choose optimal seats in their respective vehicles, while Finn and Puck lifted Artie and his chair into the van.

Quinn opened the door to get in the front seat of Santana's car but was stopped by the Latina.

"What do you think you're doing, pixie dust? Britt sits there. If I have to drive the dwarf, I at least get to assign seats and you're in the back."

Quinn sighed and picked up her bag before shoving it behind Brittany's respected place.

"Don't look so wounded, Q. I'm doing you a favour."

Quinn was taken aback. A series of emotions flashed across her face. Santana was initially amused, but as she watched Quinn struggle she quickly became confused. What was the blonde girl thinking? Quinn finally settled and looked back at the Latina, her face composed and serious.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Santana."

Santana began to question Quinn's oddity, but was cut off by a quick peck from Brittany as the dancer settled into the car. Rachel climbed into the back seat, followed by the former head Cheerio, who quickly glanced sideways at the small girl before staring intently down at her lap. Santana reversed the car and set off behind Puck's truck and Artie's van, looking at the blonde in the rear view mirror with a smirk.

"Quinn," Rachel spoke softly, "Is there something wrong?"

Quinn looked up once again, taking in Rachel's worried expression. Quinn's heart soared at the thought of Rachel's concern. "Uh, n-no Rach. All is good. Just practicing for when we have to act like B's hand isn't in Santana's panties."

Santana looked through the rear view mirror at Quinn amusedly. "It turns you on, blondie. I've seen you sneak a peek."

Quinn stared at Santana, mouth agape. "San!" she exclaimed, at a clear loss for words.

Santana smirked. "Knew it. Told ya, B."

Brittany laughed before turning her face completely serious. "I know, San. Quinn's a good kisser. She definitely likes girls. Could we invite her for sweet lady kisses one night?"

"Sure, B," Santana laughed, "Q would LOVE that."

Quinn buried her face in the seat in front of her, groaning in frustration and embarrassment. She chanced a look at Rachel, who was staring at her with a mixture of pure amusement and surprise. The singer spoke up.

"Setting Quinn's humiliating outing aside, I have prepared a playlist for this occasion. Brittany, would you mind passing me the cable to plug my iPod in?"

"Berry, I told you that this is a Streisand-free zone. That iPod stays at home, or you do."

"Contrary to popular belief, Santana, I do have musical tastes outside of Broadway classics and the widely acclaimed greats such as Barbra and Céline. Just pass me the cable."

Brittany handed it to Rachel, who plugged it into her iPod and pressed play. Passion Pit's 'On My Way' blasted from the speakers, filling the car.

"I love this," Brittany exclaimed with a huge smile, "It sounds like candy!"

The other girls laughed. Santana squeezed Brittany's knee gently before finding her hand and holding it.

Rachel smiled contently and glanced over at Quinn, who was gazing out the window as they drove through Lima. She watched the blonde girl for a few minutes as an unfamiliar sensation built up inside her stomach. She couldn't quite place what it was, whether it was residing anxiety brought on by fear, a longing to be accepted by the former Cheerio or something else entirely unknown. Unknown feelings could be dangerous. Instead of dwelling on those feelings, she forced them down and looked away, struggling to regain her composure. As Rachel looked towards her window, Quinn glanced over with a look of longing, taking in the brunette's concentrated stance. The blonde sighed.

'This is going to be a long ride,' she thought.

'I caught you dancing quietly,
It felt like being somebody else.
Oh my friend, it seems like,
Our love is too lovely for everyone else,
I'm on my way, I'm on my way.'