Title: Service Station
Rating: T
Word Count: ~200
Pairing: Rachel/Emma, if you squint, and mentioned Brittany/Santana
Summary: It wasn't necessarily poor transport, but perhaps bad luck.
A/N: For gleeverse's Beiste's Bingo Blitz
Rachel frowned at her hot chocolate, legs squeezed together. The silence contrasting to the previous ranting bursting from her lips. Quinn had snapped in an unjustifiably rude manner, but Emma was looking stressed.
Meaning, she was nearly hyperventilating.
If Rachel wasn't in the foul mood she was in, the shorter girl would have gone to comfort the ginger woman. Well, that and her eyes were just as important as her nose and Mr Schue was being unnecessarily animated in his perving.
Or, at least that's what she'd told Finn, not quite in those words, but still. Uhg, Mr Schue was clearly trying to help, though he was managing the opposite, as usual. Unproductive man.
They could be using this time to go over their schedule for regionals which was quite urgent. Well, they would be if they ever, like, got there, anyway; Sue's hiding of the money meant they had been restricted in their options for transport and now they were stranded in a dingy service station. Two hours from their destination with an unhelpful coach driver, an anxiety ridden counsellor, and a teacher – who admittedly had bought them drinks – without a back-up plan or functional women's bathrooms; they'd been allowed to use the men's but Santana and Brittany had disappeared some time ago and she wasn't about to scar her eyes like that.