Santana
Santana sat at the back of the choir room with Brittany's legs stretched across her lap. Mr. Schue continued on with their lesson for the week which Santana wasn't really paying much attention to. The rest of the club, however, listened attentively which is why she was the only one surprised when everyone started jumping up and down and she felt her girlfriend's legs suddenly fall off of her lap. She still stood though, jumping up and down for a reason she didn't even know. This wasn't typical of her, but since she came out of the closet with the help of her friends, she's been trying to make a conscious effort to be more supportive of everyone.
When she got close enough to Brittany though, she quietly asked "why are we cheering? Is Virgin Emma finally agreeing to have sex with him?" Brittany let out a chuckle at that. "No, silly. We're going on this retreat thing but Mr. Schue said we won't need to go on all those weird sessions. It's gonna be like a vacation for us so we can relax for a week before going into serious business for Nationals."
Santana's jaw dropped. She didn't want this. If she was to take a vacation, she'd want to stay home where she could get her sweet lady kisses on, not in a retreat house with the biggest group of misfits that she was just starting to like. "What?" she asked with wide eyes. Brittany nodded enthusiastically until she noticed Santana's sudden change of mood. "Come on, Sanny! It's gonna be fun!" she promised as they all began to settle down and return to their seats.
Santana let out a sigh just as Will started to continue explaining the project he had planned out for the club. "We'll be staying at my granduncle's old retreat house. Yes, it's a house with furniture and stuff so please try not to get into too many fights this week. I don't want to have to pay for broken furniture. We'll be leaving on Monday morning and get there by noon.
"Sadly, Principal Figgins wouldn't approve of this if we didn't have any sessions so we're going to be having one at least once a day and the rest of the time is yours to plan. You guys can plan whatever team-building exercise you want or whatever then tell me or Ms. Pillsbury about it and if we think it's something you can all take without anyone make any violent reactions, we get to vote on it.
"On Thursday night, we'd be having a letter-reading session, so I want each and everyone here to write a letter to everyone else. You can also ask your families and friends outside of Glee Club to write you one. I don't want anyone bashing on someone else so please take this time to really connect with each other and tell them all the good things you never had the courage to say. And after that, we could have a little jam session where anyone can come up and sing whatever they want to whoever they want.
Friday is going to be our free day so we can do absolutely anything we want that won't hurt anyone. We'll be leaving in the afternoon so you would all be back by around six in the evening"
Will was going to start another topic when he remembered something he surprisingly forgot to say. "And please, no sex in the house."
"I can't believe I'm actually packing for this." Santana complained to the blonde sitting on her bed. It was Sunday night and she invited Brittany over to her house that day after hearing that the blonde was already done packing. She'd spent almost the entire day with her and yet, they've barely accomplished anything due to all the fooling around they've been doing and all the orgasms along the way. "Well believe it, San!" Brittany teased. Santana let out an annoyed groan as she put her hands on her hips and gave Brittany a pointed look. "Well why don't you help me instead of making fun of me?"
It was true. The blonde dancer had been making fun of how slow she was when it came to packing. "Fine." Brittany made her way off the bed and walking over to where the Latina had been standing and grabbed the stack of clothes Santana had picked out to bring along.
"Do you want these sorted out in a certain way?" she asked as she walked over to the area at the end of the bed where Santana's suitcase had been lying. "Nope, just as long as I actually have clothes with me, I'm fine." "Okay." Brittany said as she started stuffing her girlfriend's clothes into the bag.
"It's much too quiet in here." Brittany stated. "You're right. We need music." The Latina agreed as she reached over to where her cellphone was placed at the top compartment of her closet. "What do you want to listen to, babe?" "What do you have?" "I have a lot of nineties, some Demi Lov-" "Yes please!" "Which one?" "Nineties!" "Sure" Santana said as she hit the shuffle button on her nineties playlist and Tonight, Tonight by Smashing Pumpkins started playing. They began to dance around while continuing on their task.
After another hour of dancing around and packing, they were finally done. Brittany got up from the floor as they finally zipped up Santana's suitcase and turned to her girlfriend. "Yay! We're finally done! Now, I have to get home and get some sleep. Mr. Schue expects us to be there early." They walked out of Santana's bedroom and headed towards the front door. Santana pouted. "You're leaving?" "Sorry, babe." Brittany answered with sad eyes. "Fine. I love you!" Santana stated. Brittany gave her a small smile and said "You too." They shared a quick peck and Brittany turned away. Brittany's acting… differently. Santana thought, but she quickly disregarded the thought and pushed it aside.
Dani
Dani was in her room with Rachel on speaker as she was packing. "Hey Rach, what else are you bringing besides clothes? I'm worried I might forget something." Her best friend read through her checklist and called out what people who don't have a nightly shower ritual would bring. "Do you have your toiletries?" Dani looked through her bag. "Yup. What else?" Rachel continued to scan through her list. "I remember Mr. Schue saying it's near this forest-like area, so you might want to bring insect repellents." "Oh right. Thanks, Rach. What else do you think I'd need?" She asked, staring at the suitcase in front of her, hoping something in it would remind her of other crap she might need. "Just remember your medicines for your anxiety and allergies, your journal and your letters and I think you're set." Dani hummed an "mhm" to Rachel and the line grew quiet for a while. "Hey Rache? Do you think Puck or Sam are bringing their guitars?" Rachel thought for a while. "Maybe. Are you bringing your guitar?" "I don't know. We might end up having too much guitars and not enough space in the bus." Rachel laughed. "We're only going to be about 15 people in a school bus that usually fits around 40. We're going to have enough space, dear." Dani laughed at herself for forgetting that. "So… Are you going to tell Santana?" Rachel asked out of the blue. "Tell her what?" "You know…" "Rachel! She has a girlfriend! I'm not just going to write her a letter telling her that I like her! No one even knows I'm a lesbian besides you!" Dani insisted, her voice becoming softer, fearing that her parents or her sister would hear. "Well you should consider coming out during the retreat. It's supposed to be a way for us to be open with each other and come clean, you know? And besides, I know for a fact that this club has been your family in school and you know that we'd all accept you no matter what!" Dani actually considered it for a while. Wait. What the hell am I thinking? I can't come out to a bunch of people I haven't even known for a year. "Rachel…" Dani whined. "Just consider it, okay?" Dani let out a sigh. "I'll think about it."