Rachel tugs her skirt straight as she walks up to the Hummel-Hudson front door, smooths the front of her shirt and carefully pats her hair, feeling for stray bumps or strands. Satisfied, she presses the doorbell and stands back. She bets herself ten dollars that Kurt will be the one to answer the door and a couple of seconds later she's proven right: her friend wrenches it open in bleary eyed, tousle-haired disarray and when he sees she's not one of the three acceptable callers at this hour of this morning – an evacuating soldier come to protect him from a zombie apocalypse, Lady Gaga, or Blaine – he narrows his eyes in annoyance.

'Rachel,' he says, through gritted teeth, 'it's seven o'clock in the morning.'

'I know,' she says brightly, and chooses to ignore his hostility. 'I'm very sorry to wake you so early, but I thought it was much politer ringing the doorbell than using the hide-a-key considering I only know where it is from accompanying Finn and was never expressly invited to use it.'

'In future, feel free to be impolite,' he grumbles. 'I assume you're here to see my brother?'

'Yes, I thought we could spend some time together before the barbecue,' she smiles. Brittany is holding a barbecue lunch at her house that afternoon for the glee club, and she's looking forward to it. They might have lost Nationals, but Rachel is resolute that it only fuel their fortitude to be even better and more fabulous in next year's competition. The barbecue is a perfect expression of the club's determination to stay strong and positive, and have fun while they're doing it.

'And you had to start at seven o'clock in the morning?'

'The barbecue starts at one.'

'Right, who am I talking to,' Kurt sighs, rolling his eyes. 'Of course, if you spend less than six hours with Finn beforehand you're sure to implode from sexual frustration.'

He opens the door wider as she turns bright red and gestures for her to come in, closing it behind her when she enters the house.

'That's ridiculous, Kurt. As you know, Finn and I have yet to take that… step in our relationship –'

'Unfortunately, yes, I do know,' he grimaces, with emphasis, and Rachel splutters in indignation.

'Has he been talking to you about it?'

'More significantly, he has not. If you and Finn had finally made the beast with two backs I'd be listening to him weep in joyful thanks to the lord.'

She rolls her eyes. Her and Kurt both seem to do that a lot in each other's presence, but she guesses it's an okay price to pay for having him as a friend.

'I'm just not ready to –'

'Whoa, whoa, whoa!' Kurt holds up a hand to stop her, eyes wide. 'I was being witty, Rachel. Do not misconstrue the incorporation of your status as virgin into our banter as an indication that I want to hear about how you feel about sex with Finn. Friendship only goes so far.'

'Got it,' she grins. 'Do you mind if I –'

'Go get him?' He waves her towards the stairs. 'Be my guest. He's basically impossible to wake before ten on summer break, as I'm sure you know from your previous relationship, but then again I'm not his girlfriend. Maybe you'll have better luck.'

He winks at her and she starts to skip quickly up the staircase, but slows down when her head begins to feel light. She's probably not fully awake yet herself (though she'd have thought her morning round on the elliptical would have got her going), so she takes the rest of the stairs at a walk.

The lights are all off in the house, and all the blinds and curtains are closed. She never would have rung the doorbell this early if Burt and Carole were home (she does draw the line somewhere), but they're in Colorado visiting Burt's sister, and she realizes with a kind of thrill that the fact she's allowed in this house so early, with Finn asleep and Kurt still unrumpled and only half awake, is a mark of how closely interwoven their lives are now, all three of them. Last summer when she was dating Finn, she never dared to even text him before ten, like there were business hours in their relationship. But it feels different this time and it never even hit her till just now that she would once have felt intrusive doing this, and now it just feels right.

Finn's room is at the end of the hallway. As she approaches she sees the door is slightly ajar; Finn's a fresh air kind of sleeper, whereas she's intensely private at home and keeps the door closed, even to her fathers, along with the window because second storey or not, she can't shake the idea that a serial killer could climb in and strangle her (or more realistically, Jacob Ben Israel and his camera). Pushing it open, she sees her boyfriend's shape under the covers and yep, he's definitely still asleep.

At first she decides to be practical, and pulls the curtains open, expecting him to stir at the flooding light. But the only difference it makes is that now she can see him better; feet hanging off the end of the bed, face half pressed into the pillow. She's caught him sleeping before, on buses and in class, and for once his mouth is closed. He looks peaceful and very young, lashes dark against his cheeks and hair adorably mussed. Unfortunately he's not the type to sleep without a shirt, but she has a thing for white cotton t-shirts anyway, and his shoulders look great.

She kneels next to the bed and shakes him. He makes a cute mumbling sound and she giggles.

'Finn,' she whispers, and when he doesn't react she leans in closer, and whispers in his ear. 'Finn…'

She watches his face with a smile as there's a pause and then his eyelids flutter and he opens his eyes, groggy. It takes him a second to focus, but he sees her and then the corner of his mouth crooks up in her favourite way and he reaches for her arm.

'How,' he says, voice low with sleep, 'did you get up here?' He sounds happy.

'Kurt let me in,' she says, and on an impulse she leans down to kiss him on the cheek, because he's ridiculously cute. She's pulling back, but his hand slides to her wrist and he puts the other one on her waist, pulling her onto the bed and top of him. She squeals, propping herself up on her hands, and he laughs.

'You should do this every morning,' he says softly, and she's touched. She's also really enjoying the way she can feel his voice rumbling with their chests pressed together and she's fairly sure because of the way he's trying not to look smug that he's enjoying the boobs, so it's a win-win.

'You'd wake up at seven every morning?'

His eyebrows raise. 'Seven?' He glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table and chuckles. 'Maybe every second morning.' He's joking, and she gets the feeling he's serious about the other thing – she's not going to, because it's not practical, but he really would be okay with her doing this every morning, which makes her smile, and she leans down to press her lips against his. He returns the kiss eagerly and then reaches up to brush her hair, which was falling in a curtain around her face, over her shoulders.

'So why did you decide to be my wakeup call this morning?' he asks.

'Brittany's barbecue is today, remember? I thought we could hang out and go together.'

'Awesome,' he says. 'What do you want to do?'

'Well…' she moves off him and onto the side of the bed, ignoring his protests. 'I hadn't really thought that far ahead.'

They've only been back together for a couple of days, but it feels like they never really broke up, they've just been apart for a really, really long time and now she finally gets to see him and talk to him and touch him again, she wants to. That's why she's here.

'We could just stay here,' he suggests.

'I think we'd get bored,' she says. 'Eventually.'

The doubt on his face is awesome. 'We could hang out with Kurt and Blaine. He's coming over to help Kurt repaint his room and we could totally bust their party and make Kurt mad.'

That actually sounds good. One of the things she's hoping to rework about their relationship this time around is the hanging around with other people part – last summer she was still basically an outcast and whenever he felt like seeing his friends, he left her behind. She only really became great friends with Kurt and Blaine and even Mercedes after they broke up, so sharing their people outside of glee is going to be new. Even the barbecue this afternoon – there was nothing like that last summer, but this time even the cheerleaders will invite her to their parties. At the end of the day, even with all the craziness of the year, they're all closer.

They haven't really had a chance to talk about what things are going to be different this time yet, but to Rachel, that's an important one.

'I would never pass up the opportunity to make Kurt mad. You know that,' she says.

He doesn't answer, but there's an unspoken agreement, and for a moment they both just lie there, comfortable in the silence. She feels his fingers, rough and warm, wind through hers and she turns her head to smile at him, but he's got his eyes closed. Hey, seven is pretty early. She figures she'll let him sleep for maybe half an hour and then they can go down and break the news to Kurt that he won't be spending a playful morning painting alone with his boyfriend.

However Finn doesn't end up getting much sleep, because Blaine apparently has the same idea as Rachel but fifteen minutes later, and when she hears his car pulling into the driveway she forces Finn to get up.

Kurt's not too pleased that they're crashing his date, but he also wants his room painted, and with two extra people he'll have time to make sure it gets done 'properly'. He's bought paint already, a silky pale grey which causes Finn to comment on its similarity to his old room and Kurt to say that grey is the only colour that's both classy and edgy when it comes to interior design. They spend ages painting, and Rachel spends most of that time either on Finn's shoulders or trying to escape his brush, because he thinks it's hilarious to try and get paint on her nose. She and Kurt have fun teasing him about his inability to paint in a straight line until Kurt realizes with horror that it'll throw off the way the paint dries and screams at Finn so loudly and for so long that Rachel makes Blaine touch his butt to distract him.

When they hit the three hour mark she has to go take a break because the smell of the paint is giving her a headache, and she lies down on the couch in the living room for a moment only to wake up a whole hour later with Finn looking down at her, and she catches him looking at her in a way she's not sure he meant for her to see, but which makes her shiver with happiness.

'You okay?' he asks, sitting down next to her. 'You never fall asleep in the middle of the day. You said it disturbs your natural red cycle.'

'REM cycle,' she corrects him, straightening up. 'And yeah, I'm fine. My headache is gone. I guess I'm just tired.'

'You better save your energy, then,' he says, grinning. 'Puck said he's gonna start a water fight and I need you on my side.'

'Don't worry, I'll be ready to kick butt,' she reassures him, and five minutes later they're eating cookies in the kitchen with Kurt and Blaine, debating whether or not Mr Schue wears vests when he's on holiday.

#

Rachel loves barbecues. Before her dads started working away from home so much, they used to have them every Friday as a kind of 'thank God the week is over' celebration, and so the smell of coleslaw and sunscreen and meat grilling is one she really, really likes, because it's associated with good memories.

She can smell it before they even pull up outside Brittany's house.

Kurt and Blaine pile out of the front seats and she steps out of the back. Finn meets her and they walk up to the front door. Brittany's house is one of those beautiful wooden three storeys, with a wrap around porch and willow trees in the front yard, and she can hear splashing and laughing from the backyard, followed by a male voice howling some kind of war cry, and then a particularly loud splash.

She sees Finn snigger.

'That's Puck,' he explains. 'He made up that war cry in the fourth grade.'

'And clearly hasn't matured,' says Kurt.

Blaine knocks on the door and a split second later it flies open to reveal Brittany in a hot pink bikini that leaves little to the imagination.

'Hi!' she says, in that vague voice Rachel has grown to find endearing, and she ushers them in one by one. 'Blaine Warbler, welcome. Lady Kurt, wonderful to see you. Finchel, please do come in.'

'Thanks for inviting us, Britt,' says Finn politely, and Rachel exchanges an amused look with him.

Brittany leads them out to the back door and they step into the backyard, which is enormous. There's a paved area and a pool in the middle of the lawn. Aside from Mercedes and Tina, pretty much everyone else is in the pool – the only person who seems to be missing is Quinn. Santana in a black string bikini, wielding one of those long foam pool toys Rachel's never found out the name of and attacking Sam with the ferocity and glee of a Spartan warrior; Mike and Puck are sitting with their feet in the water, busy loading some ominous looking water guns and piling a laundry basket full of water balloons (the barbecue is sizzling behind them). Rachel makes a note to be extra nice to them today, and follows Finn, Kurt and Blaine over to where Mercedes and Tina are sitting in lawn chairs.

'Hey, girls,' she greets them.

'Hey, Rachel.' Mercedes gives her a big smile, the kind you don't really know exists until you become real friends with her, and Tina gives her a nice smile because they're not quite as close but Rachel thinks one day they could be, if they hang out as much as she thinks they will this summer.

Kurt compliments Mercedes on her swimsuit and she looks thrilled that he's paying attention to her for once: she told Rachel Kurt doesn't seem to know it's possible to have friends and a boyfriend at the same time, and Rachel feels bad because her and Kurt have only gotten closer since he met Blaine so she knows that's not why he and Mercedes have drifted apart, but she doesn't know the real reason why so she's not sure telling Mercedes that would do any good. He and Blaine strip down to their swim-shorts, ogle each other appreciatively for a moment and then race off towards the pool.

'I'm gonna go see what Puck and Mike are up to,' Finn says, touching Rachel's waist, and she smiles at him, sitting in the chair next to Mercedes. He starts off.

'Hey, do you want me to mind your shirt?' she calls after him, and when he turns back she feels bad, because she's drawn attention to something he usually tries to distract people from. But she thinks it's important not to let it sit, the way he's insecure about his body, and so she'd never try and force him, but she won't stop giving him opportunities to be brave, because that's the only way he'll realize he really doesn't need to be insecure in the first place.

'Sure,' he says evenly, and with his eyes says I am so getting you back for this. He takes off his shirt and throws it to her, and when she winks – because despite what he thinks, he's pretty fine – he grins despite himself before striding off.

'That was some classy couple mojo, girl,' says Mercedes, giggling. 'And your boy is smokin'.'

'Why, thank you,' beams Rachel. 'And hey.'

'Not bad, Rachel, not bad,' says Tina approvingly. 'But my boyfriend's abs are far superior.'

Rachel scoffs. 'Whatever. My boyfriend has better shoulders.'

Mercedes says 'my boyf –' and then her eyes go wide as Rachel and Tina's mouths drop open. 'Nothing! I said nothing!'

'Oh my God,' hisses Tina. 'Mercedes, do you have a secret boyfriend?'

Rachel is floored. It's like… hey, good for Mercedes, but what?

'No! No!' insists Mercedes, but her cheeks are turning a tell-tale red. 'I do not – shut up!' And she sits back with her arms crossed and her nose in the air.

'You do, too!' Rachel cries, and pokes her in the ribs. 'You've been holding out on us. Come on, Mercedes, spill. Why wouldn't you tell us?' She gasps. 'Is he older?'

'Oooh, is he younger?' squeals Tina.

'No and no,' Mercedes sniffs. 'I'm not telling either of you anything. I plead the Fifth.'

'Well if you're not keeping it a secret because it's naughty,' continues Rachel, ignoring her, 'then you're keeping it a secret because you're embarrassed.'

'Tell us the truth, now,' Tina says sternly. 'Did you meet him over the internet? Because there's no stigma anymore.'

'Well, there's some stigma.'

'But it's hardly something to be embarrassed about –'

'Oh, for the love of all that is good and holy,' cries Mercedes, throwing her hands up. She glares at Rachel and Tina, who are laughing their heads off at her discomfort. 'If you don't leave it alone, I'm not speaking to either of you.'

'Okay, okay,' Rachel concedes, and pauses. 'Is it Jacob Ben Israel?'

Tina bursts out laughing, but Rachel can see immediately she's gone too far, because Mercedes' expression darkens. For a moment she's afraid Mercedes really is dating Jacob Ben Israel.

'Jesus. It's Sam, okay?'

Tina's laughter abruptly stops, and they both stare at Mercedes. Rachel knows she's telling the truth this time, because while she's trying hard to glare at her friends, there's a nervous tremble in her lip that means she really cares what they think about this. She can't believe it. Mercedes and Sam? She's barely seen them together in glee club, and she hasn't even heard of them hanging out outside of school, let alone… alone.

'Wow…' she breathes. 'You're dating Sam?'

'Yes.'

'That's amazing, Mercedes,' says Tina, recovering a bit more quickly from her shock. 'Congratulations!' She narrows her eyes at Rachel, who realizes that her friend is looking hurt at their surprise and jumps in.

'I'm so happy for you,' she says sincerely. 'I mean, I'm surprised, but I think it's great. He's a really nice guy.'

'I know,' says Mercedes. The anxiety is beginning to clear from her face, and there are hints of a smile.

'Why did you keep it a secret?'

'Because of Quinn.' The look on her face is serious now. 'I know she and Sam broke up a while ago, and I know she cheated on him with Finn… but I felt bad. It's not cool to date your friend's ex, and I know she still has feelings for him. We might not be that close anymore, but I couldn't help it… I felt some weird loyalty to her. Just… not enough to actually stop me from dating him.' She looks ashamed.

Rachel isn't sure what to say. Mercedes is right. Rachel, Quinn, Santana and Brittany had all traded boyfriends at some point or another, but never with someone they considered a close friend. There was a whole different set of rules there that she'd never really had to deal with before. But she was pretty sure Quinn would never have shown Mercedes the same consideration… and she was pretty sure Mercedes, by the look on her face, knew that. Rachel decides Mercedes probably just wants to hear that the fact she's thinking of Quinn at all makes her a good friend, even if she's breaking the rules.

'That's really sweet of you,' says Rachel, and it's the right thing to say.

Tina asks where Quinn is today, and Mercedes shrugs.

'Who knows with that girl. Half the time she acts like she hates glee club and the other half she needs us more than anything.' She gives them both a small smile and there's an unspoken agreement that none of them mention this again until she brings it up or both she and Sam decide to tell the rest of the glee club. But Rachel spends the next ten minutes alternating between watching Finn, who is trying to avoid getting dunked by Puck and looks really, really good wet - and watching Sam, and the way he keeps looking over at Mercedes with a secret in his eyes, looking way happier and more carefree than he ever did with Quinn.

Mercedes can't resist getting her shot in.

'My boyfriend has better lips.'

#

The water fight happens in the middle of lunch. Puck actually hoses the steak and coleslaw off of Kurt's plate, and the gauntlet is thrown, because Kurt goes apoplectic and pretty soon everyone is toting water pistols and tossing water balloons. Rachel finally takes off her sundress, and the look on Finn's face when he sees her bikini – watermelon pink, with white polka dots and ruffles – is so good that she has to kiss him, and she ignores the jet of water hitting her back to run over to him from the opposite end of the yard. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him hard. He grunts in surprise but quickly throws down his pistol and puts his hands on her waist. They feel hot and she shudders, wishing he would hold her tighter. His tongue traces her lips and she opens them, feeling his breath warm her. There are hoots and whistles and she feels him smile against her mouth, pressing her closer to him, and she's finding it hard to breathe, so she pulls away and he rests his cool forehead against hers, his hair wet and curling as it dries. Their faces are so close she can count his freckles. Her heart is thudding.

And this day has been a lot of firsts for them: the first time she felt comfortable enough to go to his house unannounced and early, the first time they hung out with mutual friends on summer break, the first time she caught him looking at her like he might die if she ever left him, when she woke up on the couch to him standing over her at his house. And that kiss was the first time she ever let herself believe they really might make it; there was a way they might be together forever. She doesn't know why, but she suddenly feels that way, and she can see from the look in his eyes that he believes it too. It's possible.

'We should leave,' he says quietly (his voice cracks), because their friends are shrieking and running and laughing all around them and this is not where they want to be anymore.

'Mm hmm,' she mumbles, nodding against his forehead. He takes her hand and they walk across the lawn, out the side gate and away from Brittany's house. They don't take Kurt's car, because he and Blaine still have to get home, so they walk all the way to his house, not talking, just holding hands, her in her bikini and him in shorts. She starts to feel kind of dizzy from all the walking, but by that time they're almost there anyway.

The second the front door closes behind them he kisses her.

He's normally a careful kisser, like he's afraid he might break her, but not today. Their lips mash together and he walks her backwards until they hit the wall, fingers sliding into her hair, and she arches her back so her hips press against his; he groans.

'You,' he says lowly, looking into her eyes, 'are insanely hot.'

In response she runs her hands up his back, scratching lightly with her fingernails, and pulls him down for a kiss again when they reach his neck. This is the part of their relationship that isn't revised or needs tweaking. This has always been good between them. She can feel his heart thumping in his chest, a sound she loves, and he smells like water and sunscreen, and seriously, she could do this forever.

He starts kissing her neck, and all of a sudden she's feeling dizzy again.

It hits her in that moment how weird it was that she felt too weak to run up the stairs this morning; how she never falls asleep in the middle of the day, or gets tired on walks. She'd been dismissing these things as one-offs when they came, but right now she's seeing stars for no apparent reason and she realizes she might be getting sick. For a couple more seconds she resists the urge to sink to the ground, because what Finn is doing feels so good, but then she starts feeling really wobbly so she plants her hands against Finn's chest and pushes him away; for a second he looks confused, but when she starts sliding down the wall to her knees his confusion turns to concern.

'Rachel?'

She doesn't answer because her vision is starting to go grey, and she's kind of freaking out now; her eyes are closed and she rests her head in her hands, trying to catch her breath, because suddenly she's panting.

'Rach!' He sounds scared now, and she can feel his hand on her shoulder, his fingers smoothing her hair. 'What's wrong?'

'I don't feel good,' she says, and she'd be embarrassed at how small her voice sounds if she weren't trying to concentrate on not passing out. What the hell was this?

'What can I do?'

He sounds really freaked out, and she feels horrible. She doesn't want to scare him.

'Can you just get me a glass of water, please?'

'Yeah, hang on,' he says, and she can hear him rushing to the kitchen. A minute later he comes back and she raises her head, which is really heavy, and tries to hold the glass when he holds it out for her but her hands are shaking too hard. Without being asked, he wraps his hands over hers and helps her hold it to her lips. She's embarrassed. She can't believe she just collapsed to the ground like some weak, fragile idiot.

She pushes it towards him when she's done and he puts it on the ground next to them. He's kneeling at her side, looking really worried.

'Sorry,' she says, with a weak smile.

'Don't… don't be sorry,' he says, and she wants to cry at how sweet he sounds. She realizes she'd probably be feeling scared right now if she were with anyone else, but she never does with Finn, even when maybe she should. She always feels safe with him. It's not just about their relationship – he's just that way. He takes care of the people around him and she knows if she did pass out right now, he'd look after her.

She just really, really hopes she doesn't, because she's already humiliated from practically swooning in the middle of a make-out session. And her head is starting to clear a bit, so hopefully whatever that was, a dizzy spell or heatstroke or whatever, it's over now.

'Rachel, are you sick?' he asks her, and he puts his hand on her forehead. 'You're kind of hot. You should have told me! I knew something was wrong, you've been pale all day.'

'Really?' she's surprised. She hadn't thought she'd been that bad.

'You didn't have to come out today.'

Her head jerks up. She feels kind of hurt, because they'd been having a really good day today, and it must be on her face because he backtracks right away.

'I just meant – you didn't have to come out if you were sick, just to like, spend time with me. I would have ditched the barbecue. We could have hung out in your room. I just –'he looks so awkward, struggling to find the right words. 'I don't want you to feel like you have to… impress me, or not tell me when something's wrong. You should tell me. We should do that better, this time. Telling each other what's wrong.'

Rachel wishes she had the energy to kiss him right now, because he totally deserves it. And she hadn't realized he'd been thinking about what to do differently this time around as well. It makes her really, really happy, because she'd been dreading the conversation, wondering if he'd think they were totally fine before the Santana thing happened and he'd just want to go back to that. She'd been putting it off. But she can tell from the earnest look in his eyes that he wants thing to be different and better.

'I didn't realize I was sick, I promise,' she says finally. 'I'm probably just getting the flu or something.' She grabs his hand and lifts it up so she can kiss it. He does that small, just-for-her smile that she knows means he thinks she's amazing.

'And I will tell you when something is wrong. With us, or whatever. From now on, we'll both do that, okay?'

He nods.

'I know today was important to you,' he says, and again she's surprised at his perception. 'I know you want us to like, have the same friends and for me not to be embarrassed of you. That's why I wanted us to hang out with Kurt and Blaine, because we could have had an awesome time on our own but I know that's not what you wanted today.' He grins. 'And I totally spent lunch telling Puck all about how cool that biography of Barbra Streisand DVD was that you made me watch on the last day of school, so I want you to know, I don't think anything about you is embarrassing.'

'I never said I thought you were embarrassed of me,' says Rachel quietly – because she did used to feel that way, but she hadn't told him.

'I know. But I can tell what you're thinking a lot, and when we were dating before you always were really out there and in everybody's faces with us, and I knew that you were trying to force me not to be embarrassed.' He looks ashamed. 'Because, you know… I was, sometimes. Not of you, I swear. But of what you made me into… I still wasn't a hundred percent ready not to be cool, or the quarterback, and you were trying to make me a lot braver than I was back then. But I'm ready now.'

He's looking at her more seriously than he ever has before. He really means it.

She wants to ask him if this means he won't look at other girls anymore, that he might start standing up for her when people pick on her. But as soon as the questions emerge in her mind, she knows the answer. He just told her – he's going to be brave.

She's still feeling weak, but it's in a happy, tired kind of way, not a sick way anymore. She leans over and kisses him, trying to say thank you, and that she believes him. And then she pulls back and smiles.

'And I promise not to be a self-centred, cut-throat, revengeful controllist anymore,' she says jokingly, and he bursts out laughing, because they both know a self-centred, cut-throat, revengeful controllist is kind of who she is, but she'll do her best to dial down the bad parts.

She has a really, really good feeling about this.

In five more minutes, she feels okay, and he drives her home in Carole's car, which she left in the garage while she and Burt were away. He makes her promise to go straight to bed and when she gets inside, she changes into her softest pyjamas and collapses on top of her covers. She can't stop smiling. Her and Finn are better than ever, she has a whole bunch of friends to hang out with and for three whole months, nothing to do but have fun with the people she loves. She's even happier than she was last summer, and nowhere near as scared. She just hopes that whatever bug she's caught doesn't last too long, because it's looking to be the best holiday ever.

She falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first time writing fan fiction, so I would appreciate reviews enormously. I love constructive criticism, and I'd love to hear any opinions about the characters or thoughts about what you think might happen. This chapter is a happy one for Finn and Rachel, but unfortunately it's not going to last long. The next chapter should be up within the next week.