Rachel's POV:

Wow, Ok so maybe we lost at nationals, but we placed twelfth out of the fifty best show choirs in the country, I'd say that's pretty good, and next year we're going to come first, I just know it. And then, well then I'm going to New York. I look around my room, packing some clothes into my suitcase, we're due to leave for our glee holiday tomorrow, and if I'm totally honest with you, I'm kind of nervous about it.

Finn: Hey Rach, do you want me to pack these? *Holds up six reindeer sweaters

Rachel: *Laughing* Six? No way! And its summer, my summer clothes are in the other wardrobe

Finn: Right… *Rolls his eyes and carries on packing*

I slowly drift over to the window, looking out to the lines of neat houses all bundled together; I look down to the road below me. Sam and Mercedes stroll beneath it hand in hand. I gasp; a million thoughts rush around in my head. Samcedes? N'awwww!

Finn: Rachel, are you ok?

Rachel: *Pointing out the window* Look look look!

Finn: *Runs over and see's Sam and Mercedes* Wow! Sam and Mercedes are together, come on! *Runs out of the door and down the stairs with Rachel*

No ones POV:

Sam: Did we really have to walk all this way?

Mercedes: Well, no one's going to see us here, we're on the outskirts of town!

Sam: I love how you're so clever *Kisses her on the cheek*

*A door slams behind them, Rachel and Finn run over*

Finn: Wow Sam, nice! How come you haven't told us yet?

Sam: Told you what?

Rachel: Come on, it's obvious, I mean… look, you're holding hands!

*Sam and Mercedes hands quickly drop to their sides*

Finn: When did it happen?

Mercedes: *Sighs* Just after New York, look guys, you better keep your mouths shut or else I'll…

Rachel: Don't panic, you're secrets safe… but why so secret?

Sam: We were going to tell you in New York but then Finn you wanted to ask Rachel out and then we were going to say when we got home but then you two actually got together, so we didn't want to steal the limelight

Finn: That's stupid man! Everyone will love to hear about Samcedes, Mersam, Mersamdes?

Rachel: Samcedes sounds better!

Sam: Look guys we don't need a name yet… please?

Rachel: My lips are sealed *Pulls an imaginary zip across her mouth*

Finn: *Pulls an imaginary zip across his mouth*

Finn: That's great, but when you tell everyone, we totally have to go on a double date

Mercedes: Deal

*They all shake hands*

Santana's POV:

I told Mr Shu that this was a stupid idea right from when he first gave us the letters, but oh no, he didn't want to listen, he was all "Oh this is going to help us bond!" Oh please. This is just another sad excuse. I look around me; Rachel looks like she's about to throw up, Finn looks impatient, and Quinn just looks plain annoyed. I'm still trying to think things over in my head about how best to annoy Rachel and Finn, I mean sure, it's a little harsh, and technically they haven't done anything wrong, but at the end of the day, they're happy and in love, while the rest of us have nothing better to do. I mean, look at Mercedes, she sits alone on the little wall whilst we wait for the bus, she looks worried, I narrow my eyes, and look a little closer at her, I see her eyes drift over to Sam, she smiles to herself, but then leaves and makes her way over to Kurt, she looks back at Sam though…

OH MY GOSH!

Mercedes fancies Sam?

Finn's POV:

What is up with Rachel? She smiles and she laughs like nothing's wrong, but I can tell something is wrong with her; three things always give her away. Number one, her eyes keep drifting off to the side when I talk to her. Number two, she laughs but then looks down at her feet, the whole time. And number three, she isn't nagging Mr Shu to give her more solo's, sing different songs, or telling him that we need to get better choreography!

Rachel: Mr Shu where is the bus?

Mr Shu: I don't know Rachel, they told me they'd be here by half past nine

Rachel: It's ten o'clock!

Mr Shu: I know Rachel! Just wait patiently, ok?

I look over to the front of the school just as a large black bus turns the corner, slowly making its way down to us. I turn around to pick up my suitcase and I see something terrifying. The entire basketball team stand with a slushy cup each. I look around for Mr Shu but he is busy on the bus talking to the bus drivers. The team slowly make their way towards us.