A Few Points:

Beth was never born/existed

They all work at the Lima Bean (Coffee Shop) for Summer Jobs

Sam is Puck's Best Friend

Quinn and Brittany Santana's Best Friend

Sam and Quinn are dating

This is the summer between Sophomore and Junior year

Sam moved to Lima his first year of Junior High

Chapter One: School's Out!

In Glee club, Mr. Schuester was droning on and on about Journey's Don't Stop Believin'. "How could anybody listen to this! When summer vacation is just a few frickin' minutes away!" whispered Santana to Quinn. "Santana, language" warned Quinn in a whisper.

"Whatever," It felt like 100,000,000,000,000 days when the bell finally rang. Everybody rushed out of the Glee Room. The hallways were already full with people. Santana, Quinn and Brittany ran through the crowd. Santana was running when she got knocked over by a wall. "Oh, I'm so sorry… Santana!" said Puck as he turned around. "You better watch where you're going, or else I'm gonna beat you up," Puck snarled. "Whatever, I can go all Lima Heights on you," Santana said as she stood up and smoothed her cheerio skirt. "Oh yeah, lets do this…" said Puck, raising his fist. "C'mon Santana, it's not worth using your summer time with Puck," Brittany quickly exclaimed. "Yea San, Britt Britt is right," agreed Quinn as she gave her boyfriend, Sam, a kiss on the cheek while Santana stormed off to the rows that have the unholy trinity's lockers.

With the Unholy Trinity:

Quinn and Brittany ran after Santana. They were cleaning out there lockers when Quinn said, "I can't wait to get to see Tennessee with Sam, oh yeah sorry I didn't tell you guys, I'm gonna have to skip this summer at the Lima Bean," "Oh yea, I forgot to tell you guys too, this year I'm going back to OSSC (Ohio State Summer Camp) in Cleveland. Away from that Puckerman man bitch. They finally let me be a counselor! They allow Sophomores/Junior to be counselors at the minimum age." said Santana as she closed her locker. Quinn and Brittany gave her strange looks, like she was crazy. "You know, the camp that I used to go every summer when I was 8 to 11. Sorry Britt, you'll have to figure out how to use the coffee machine with out us." Said Santana as they hooked pinkies with each other and walked out of McKinley. "Are you sure being a counselor is the best summer job? I mean since, you know" said Quinn whispering the last part quietly.

"Yeah. I'm sure about this." Said Santana confidently. "When are you guys leaving?" asked Brittany. "Tomorrow," answered Santana. "WHAT!" the girls screeched. "No San, you can't leave us tomorrow, we still need to egg Puck's car! You know, our tradition of doing it after one week of summer starts." Said Quinn. "Yea San! Please stay!" said Brittany with her puppy dog look. "Please Sanny," said Quinn with her puppy dog look. "No. Sorry. Counselor training starts the day after tomorrow but we have to arrive early to check in. And please your puppy dog looks, only works on boys." said Santana as she climbed in her red convertible with Quinn and Brittany in the back seats. "Fine. But we get to have a sleepover tonight," said Britt,

"Sure." Said Santana as she drove to her house.

With Puck:

Finn, Sam, Mike and Puck were playing Basketball in the McKinley Gym. They were taking a water break.

"I can't wait to go to the Lima Bean to work all summer with Rachel." Said Finn excitedly. "That's what you say every summer," Sam pointed out. "This summer, I'm not stuck with a bunch of Lima Losers like that bitch Santana." Puck boasted. "Oh yea, where you going this summer?" Mike asked. "I'm going to be a camp counselor at OSSC in Cleveland. My uncle runs that place so he told me to sign up. There paying us 500 dollars per week! All counselors have to stay for 6 weeks. It's a win-win. There will be hot bitches there, my cousin told me, and I get 3,000 dollars at the end of the summer." "Nice. You are good with kids." Mike pointed out. "Yea. I'm leaving tomorrow, not coming back till one week before school starts. Santana isn't gonna be able to egg my car!" "I'm not stuck here this year, I'm taking Quinn back to Tennessee." Said Sam. "Awesome. Hey, why aren't you taking us?" asked Finn. "I asked you guys, but you were all busy talking about how eggos were better names for waffles." The boys laughed.

"Anyways, Quinn just texted me, told me to go to buy some soda for their sleepover." Said Sam, standing up. "I'll come with. Dude, you are so whipped." Said Puck.

With Santana:

"Lets get this party started!" shouted Brittany as she jumped into the Lopez residence. Santana's mom and dad were out of the country for summer. Santana's older sister and brother (twins) were both at college so she had the house to herself. "What! You have no drinks anymore!" whined Brittany. "I'll text Sam to bring soda." Quinn whipped out her phone ASAP. "Ha! I think your just making a excuse to text Trouty Mouth." "NO!" Quinn protested but she blushed.

A few minutes later, Sam's old pick up truck drove through the Lopez driveway. Sam honked the horn. "Guppy Face is here!" shouted Santana to Quinn. Quinn ran out to see Sam. "Hey baby," said Quinn as she kissed Sam on the cheek. "Hey you." Replied Sam with his arm around Quinn's waist. Puck made a gagging noise in the background. Sam and Quinn turned around and stared at him. "What?" Puck said, looking innocent. "You'll act like that one day you know," said Brittany, walking out of the house and picking up the sodas. "Does Salamander Lips want to stay?" said Santana as she walked out of the house. She froze when she saw Puck.

"What are you doing here Puck!" shouted Santana.

"Just chillin' with the Biebs here." He replied.

"Get out of the driveway now!"

"Make me!"

"Whoa ok, Sammy, you better go now," said Quinn.

Santana looked like a kettle boiling as Sam drove his pick up truck out of the driveway. Quinn escorted Santana in.

"God he makes me so mad." She said when she sat on the couch. "I'm so glad when I'm able to get out of here." This was Perfect, she wasn't going to see Puck ALL summer. That's what she thinks

Please Review! It's my first fanfic chapter/story.