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This fic should be about ten chapters, give or take a few. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

Rachel Berry loved camping. The majority of the time she was very high maintenance but once or twice a year, she went camping with her fathers and loved every minute of it. They always went to the same place. It took a day to get there by car but it was worth the journey. It was huge. Rachel had never seen a campsite that big before. There was one massive flat field where everyone pitched their tents, with picnic tables in the middle, and it was surrounded by woodland. Slightly down the hill were the facilities. For a campsite they were very modern, clean and hygienic. It ticked all the boxes for Rachel. Then further down the hill was tennis courts, a Frisbee pitch and a volleyball court. Further down the hill again, was a massive U shaped lake, the banks of which were frequented by sunbathers. You could go swimming in the lake or hire a peddalo for an hour or so. Then, for the evenings, there were campfire sites around the lake for the campers.

Normally Rachel planned their journey so that they could get there in the least amount of time. This year, however, the Berrys got there ahead of Rachel's explicit schedule. There was a maximum of three toilet stops as well as half an hour for lunch given for leeway. The Berry men didn't mind the tight plan, though, as it meant they had more time to relax at the other end.

Leroy drove the car up the track and parked the car just behind where their reserved pitches were. Rachel took the pitch closest to the facilities and her fathers took the one to the right of it. There were tents on both sides of them. Perhaps it would be the summer to meet new people and make new friends.

As her fathers struggled to put their tent up, Rachel put her dull golden two man one up. She smoothed down her groundsheet and threw her bed roll containing her sleeping bag, pillow and mat before going to help Hiram and Leroy. After ten years of camping, you'd think they would've learnt how to pitch their tent. But no, every year since she was seven, Rachel helped her dads put up their tent when she was done with hers. Once it was up, Rachel announced she was going to use the facilities and strolled down the familiar path to the toilets.

There seemed to be quite a few more tents this year than usual so it wasn't surprising that all the toilet cubicles were full. Thankfully Rachel didn't have to wait long and she got ready to move forward when she heard the first lock unlock. What she wasn't expecting, however, was for Quinn Fabray to walk out of the cubicle. The brunette swallowed her shock. Her holidays wouldn't be ruined by Quinn as well as her school life. She nodded politely to the blonde, offering a small smile as she made her way into the toilet. What was it with her and Quinn always bumping into each other in bathrooms? Not to worry. There were more important things to worry about; namely avoiding Quinn during their holidays. The lake was pretty big, it'd be hard to go for the same spot there. She could learn Quinn's morning and evening schedule so as to miss her then. The chance of them both meeting too frequently in a campsite that size was pretty much second to none. Rachel concluded she should be okay and would be able to enjoy her annual family holiday.

Coming out of the cubicle, Rachel was shocked to see Quinn still stood there. She smiled at Quinn once more and moved to wash her hands but Quinn stepped in front of her before she could reach the sink. The toilets were empty now. Rachel found herself wondering if anyone would be able to hear her if she screamed. They probably would. Hopefully she wouldn't have to resort to that though. Her thoughts were brought to a halt when she heard Quinn's voice. "Listen, Berry. It would be best for both of us if you stay out of my way. I don't want to see your ugly face on holiday. As it is, I see it enough at school. So here's how it's going to go. You're not going to come anywhere near me in our time here. Seeing you will ruin my holiday and if you ruin mine, I'll have no problem with ruining yours. Keep away from me, Man Hands." And with that rather aggressive confrontation, Quinn span on her heel and was gone.

Rachel let out a sigh and washed her hands. She really hoped this holiday would be better than how it started.

The tiny diva strode back to her tent, head held high. She wasn't going to let her fathers find out about Quinn being here if she could help it. As she got closer, she recognised a blonde figure bent over by the blue tent next to hers. Rachel groaned inwardly. This was just her luck. She facepalmed. Her facepalm was possibly a bit too loud as it triggered the turning of the cheerleader's head. Rachel made her way into her tent and if looks could kill, Quinn would be guilty of murdering Rachel there and then. The blonde stormed out of the field and down the hill. Rachel didn't bother checking where Quinn had gone.

Rachel was disturbed from her reading as she felt her tent being shaken. It seemed a rather angry shake so Rachel thought it was safe to assume it was Quinn. She put her bookmark in between the book's pages and went outside to greet her fellow glee clubber. "According to the man at reception there are no more pitches free that have two next to each other. So, unfortunately, you can't move away from me. Here's the deal. You're going to stay quiet, I don't want to hear your annoying voice any more than I want to see your face. Just don't come anywhere near me, hobbit." The words were viciously spat. Rachel thought it was silly. Of course she'd stay away from Quinn. She didn't want her holiday being ruined either. She'd planned to steer clear of the head cheerio as much as she could to start with. Rachel shook her head and went back in her tent to read before she was called out for dinner.

Soon enough Rachel heard her fathers calling her. It wasn't about dinner being ready though. Her fathers' muffled shouting sounded like something about helping their new neighbours. Unfortunately Rachel had heard right. The Fabrays couldn't get their fire to set alight. Her fathers couldn't either. That wasn't exactly a surprise. Quinn not being able to start it, however, was. So Rachel wandered over, rearranged the kindle so that the dry leaves and dry grass was beneath the small twigs. Rachel moved the larger sticks to the side. She struck a match, held it so the dry matter lit up and she dropped the match. Even after a year, she hadn't gone rusty. "That should burn nicely. If it's struggling to stay alight then add some more dry grass and leaves, then build it up with some more small twigs. Blow oxygen on it to make it burn better. If there's smoke but you can't see any fire, don't worry, where there's smoke, there's fire. Just keep blowing oxygen onto it until it's burning again. After that you should be okay. Once it's burning nicely, you can start to put on the larger sticks and begin cooking." Rachel nods when she'd finished and looks up to see Mrs Fabray looking at her in awe, her dads pulling mocking faces and Quinn looking vaguely impressed.

"Thank you so much, my dear."

"It's not a problem, Mrs Fabray. It was my pleasure, I'm always happy to help."

"Call me Judy, dear." Judy smiled at the small girl and turned to her daughter. "Aren't you going to thank your friend, Quinnie?"

Rachel almost scoffed. Friend? No way. She was the opposite.

"Thank you, Rachel." Quinn got out through gritted teeth.

Rachel would've laughed if she didn't know she'd regret it immediately. Instead, Rachel just smiled and nodded. She seemed to do that a lot around Quinn.

Thankfully it was now time for Rachel to have her tea so her and her fathers bid their goodbyes and went in front of their tents to eat their vegan substitute hot dogs as a family. Soon after she'd finished, Rachel retired to bed. It had been a long day.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully I'll see you again at the next chapter :)