For Elainea

Finn had done a lot of stupid things in his time, and he was almost sure this was going to go down in history as the stupidest.

He and Rachel were sitting in his room—of course, being chaperoned by Kurt—when Finn apparently had an idea that was probably a really bad idea. "I'm going to miss you so much all summer!"

"Rachel…neither one of us is going anywhere. You can visit whenever you want."

Kurt mumbled an exasperated Oh Godddd from his perch in the corner of the room. "That's a great idea, Finn!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Visiting? Well, I guess…"

"No, we should go on a road trip together!"

"I…don't remember saying that…"

"Where should we go? New York! Oh, Finn! That would be so much fun!"

Finn's mind was reeling. "Mom and Burt are never gonna go for this."

"Not with that attitude!" Kurt got up and went to the laptop on his bed.

"What?" Finn now looked from Kurt to Rachel exasperatedly.

"Kurt…you know you're not invited, right? I mean, you'd feel like such a terrible third wheel…"

"Rachel…that was really mean."

"Shut up, both of you." Kurt's hands flew across the keyboard. "You two gone means I have my room to myself all summer to have Mercedes and Sam over and not have to deal with Rainbow Brite over there…" he gestured to Rachel briefly before continuing to type.

Rachel came over to Kurt's bed and curled up next to him. "Oh…that's a good idea, yeah…do you think it'd be okay?"

"Please, I know my dad."

"Well, of course…why didn't I think of this."

"Okay, the two of them are confirmed for sure."

"How are we getting there?"

"Um…excuse me?" Finn's voice sounded tiny from the other side of the room. He tried hard not to think about the fact that he was basically dating the female version of Kurt. "It would be really cool if someone could fill me in here."

Kurt's and Rachel's heads snapped up in unison to look at Finn. "Fill him in, I'm working here." Kurt ordered.

"Baby," Rachel cooed as she went over to sit on Finn's lap. "Kurt is arranging chaperones for us."

"Chaperones?"

"Yeah, like people to make your parents sure we won't be having sex or anything."

"I know what chaperones are…who?"

"Well, first he asked Quinn and Puck—"

"Oh, great idea. The pregnant girl and the one who knocked her up. That's like asking Kurt and Mercedes to make sure nobody steals shoes from Macy's. Mom and Burt will never go for that."

"I know, which is why Quinn suggested that Britt and Santana also come along."

"And they will help how? They're sluts!"

"Kurt knows what he's doing, baby."

Finn grunted. He was not exactly excited about going on a road trip with his girlfriend, ex girlfriend, best friend who knocked up his ex girlfriend, the girl he lost his virginity to, and a girl he drunkenly made out with once at a party.

"Time to ask Dad."

"Why your dad and not Carole?"

"Carole won't care. It's dad's car you'll have to take."

"Good call."

After hours of negotiation and more planning, Finn found himself standing outside, the keys to Burt's Escalade in his hands as Puck loaded up the millions of suitcases into the car for the girls.

"You don't do anything stupid, huh?"

"Yes sir, Burt."

Carole nudged Burt a little. "Oh, yeah." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. After some digging, he produced a credit card.

"Oh, you don't have to—"

"Finn, it's yours. We got plenty of money here, you know that. Just don't go crazy…try and keep the charges under $100,000, alright?"

"Burt—"

"Shut your trap, kid. You're my stepson, you're family." Finn hugged Burt tightly. "Have fun."

"Okay. We'll be back in two weeks."

Burt nodded. "Puckerman!"

Puck came around the car. "Do I get a credit card too?"

Burt was not amused. "Help Finn keep these ladies safe. If anything happens to any of them on your watch, you'll have more trouble than you can handle when you get back."

"Yes, sir." Puck nodded.

With that, they all loaded into the car. Finn driving, Rachel in the front seat, Brittany and Santana in the captain's chairs in the middle, and Puck and Quinn on the bench seat in the back.

"Sing along time!" Rachel exclaimed. "I have made multiple playlists on my iPod for us to sing on the way!"

"I don't see this working out!" Quinn called, frustrated from the back as Wiggles music filled the car.

"THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHOW YOU GUYS." Brittany yelled, bouncing and clapping in her seat. She and Rachel exchanged a high-five.

This was going to be a long ride.