A/N: This is the edited chapter 4 :)

(Santana's POV)

I'm woken up by a loud voice, my eyes blink as they adjust to the light. "Knock, rise and shine you two. Will, I mean Mr. Schuester is preparing breakfast." Ms. Pillsbury calls out to us with her cheery voice. I groan and shut my eyes, snuggling back into the warmth.

"Santana, Rachel! The food is going to get cold... what's left." Finn calls out. "You don't think they killed each other do you?" He mumbles to Miss Pillsbury from outside of the tent.

"Me and my boy Kurt call solos!" I groan again at Mercedes voices, now disturbing my much needed sleep, willing them to shut up and leave us alone.

Wait, Rachel, shit we're still snuggled. This isn't weird at all... and doesn't feel good, nope. "Berry, wake up, its morning." I remove myself but don't get far before she's rolling back into me.

"We can't get Puck, Sam or Quinn up either, Mr. Schue. Maybe we should let them sleep a little longer." Finn speaks again; I'll have to thank him later.

I can hear Mr. Schue's sigh from here. "Fine, but they're wasting this beautiful fall day. What do you guys want to do first? We could go out on the trails or go fishing?" Mr. Schue gives in for now, and I tune the rest out, closing my eyes yet again.

I wake for a third time at Finn's voice as he calls into someone else's tent this time. "Alright guys come on! I'm coming in since we can't get you up through the tent. Dude, is that a plant?" My eyebrow rises at the word plant. I don't even want to know.

Our tent zipper unzips and Quinn crawls through. "Hey, you're awake. And... Rachel is knocked out still. It doesn't surprise me; Puck and Sam are being difficult too." She says with a light laugh, coming over closer. "Rachel wake up." Q tries, shaking her. "Open those eyes."

"Hmm? Sleepy." Berry mumbles, not moving an inch.

"I know you are but Mr. Schue wants us up. We're supposed to be going on a walk or something." Still nothing, not even a budge.

I smirk evilly and snake a hand under her shirt, my nails tickling her sides.

"Mmhm. Not ticklish." She moans out softly, not giving me the reaction I expected. Q and I exchange looks. I slide my hand out, fingers rubbing against her soft as silk skin. Wow.

Quinn huffs and then flicks the diva's nose.

"Ow, my nose!" She jumps awake and rubs her nose.

"Ha, that did the trick. Sorry, Berry." Quinn apologizes sheepishly.

"I don feel so well." Rachel groans out, her eyes drooping before she falls back down to her pillow.

"Oh no you don't." Quinn grumbles as she pulls Rachel back up. "I know you feel like shit, but we're going to go take the trails into the woods. You never know, you might run into some interesting critters out there."

I grab Yoshi's bag and sift through it, looking for something for her to wear. I find a pair of skinny jeans and a decent top. "Berry, did you steel this bag? I don't see any of your fugly sweaters or plaid skirts." I'm so surprised at my find as I stare at the clothes in my hands. I pass them over to her noticing that Rachel is being awfully quiet and unresponsive to my comments. Well, not awfully quiet, it's actually a relief for her not to be yammering on and on.

I turn to look at her and I'm met with Quinn taking Berry's shirt off, exposing her (I reluctantly admit) flawless skin. Damn. Why did we even come up with those nicknames? There isn't a treasure trail in sight.

"Why don't you wear these types of clothes to school? Nice bra by the way, I'd expected it to be argyle." Quinn comments, eyes staring at said bra.

I raise a brow and clear my throat. She looks at me and then away, blushing at having been caught staring at Berry's underwear. She quickly helps her put the top on, and then lays her back to pull off Berry's cotton PJ bottoms. Rachel is seriously spaced out and oblivious to what's happening. My eyes travel the expanse of skin that is revealed as Q inches the pants off. Her panties match the bra; it's a black lacy set. I lick my lips at the surprisingly hot body Berry has, but shake my head of the thoughts coursing through it. I am such a pervert.

(Rachel's POV)

I'm helped out of our tent, but I don't feel like going anywhere. I'm trying to piece last night together, and wonder what happened exactly? I have these thoughts, but I'm unsure of what's real and what's not. I'm thinking that maybe I should ask Quinn about it.

"Good, you're all up. Breakfast is cold for you guys, what was left of it, so you will either have to eat that or something you brought yourself." Mr. Schuester is talking a mile a minute as he walks over to us. "Rachel, I'm surprised that you slept this late; don't you usually get up at 6:00am every morning? It's now 10:00."

"Yes, I do get up at that hour and start my morning routine, but I wasn't feeling well this morning, and I still don't. I'm most definitely not hungry." I reply tiredly, not in the mood for anything but a bed and pillow, and maybe someone to cuddle with... like Santana. I do remember that we slept all night with her holding me, but I don't understand why. I do know that it felt nice though. "What are we supposed to be doing today?" I yawn widely, covering my mouth.

"Do you feel sick? We were going to hike one of the trails; do you think you could walk it? If not someone will have to stay here with you while we go, and as far as I know, everyone wants to go walking."

"Mr. Schue," Quinn thankfully steps forward and stops him from talking. "I'll walk with Rachel and if she needs to go back I can stay with her. She really wasn't feeling good last night." I notice that the group gives Quinn weird looks for volunteering to take care of me, like why in the world would the HBIC who hates Man-hands Berry; volunteer to spend time with her. I'm a little confused myself. I don't really trust her or Santana; they have put me through so much these past few years, but I would like to trust them both if they did genuinely care. It just may take some time before I let my guard down enough.

"That's very nice of you, Quinn. Is that okay, Rachel? If you feel the need to walk back here and lie down, she and one of the guys can come back with you, for safety reasons." Mr. Schue smiles appreciatively at Quinn and asks me to make sure it's okay.

"Yeah, that's fine with me Mr. Schue. Thank you, Quinn." I'm reluctant to be left alone with her, but I have to give her a chance at some point, right? I barely smile at her, but it's all I can manage right now.

"Don't mention it, but first you need to eat something before we go. I have some crackers that you can have, if you'd like? They might help if you're feeling ill."

After eating a few of Quinn's crackers, we all head out for the trail. It's supposed to be one of the more scenic but tougher trails so we only take necessary items like water, food and a first aid kit, in case someone happens to get hurt. Mr. Schue is leading in front with Ms. Pillsbury, Kurt Mercedes and Tina behind them, Mike and Finn next, along with Brittany and Santana, then Puck and Sam. Quinn and I are last, walking the slowest because of me. Puck and Sam also seem to be sluggish, but they don't want to be seen as wimps by the other guys, so they're powering through.

"Hey, Quinn?" We're about thirty minutes into our walk when I finally decide to ask some questions. "I know something went on last night and I'm still just trying to put it all together, but my mind seems extraordinarily foggy this morning. I know that you and Santana were there... and I remember Puck and Sam at some point." I hope that she can shed some light on the situation.

Quinn glares ahead of us, seemingly at the two boys stumbling along. She sighs. "Rachel, I'm not sure this is the best time to have this conversation. You'll end up getting upset and angry, and then things will get loud because I'm going to end up yelling at Puck and Sam."

"You called me Rachel..." I say, stopping in my tracks to look at her. Then remember what she just said about yelling at Noah and Sam. I was sat out by the fire with them last night drinking some tea with alcohol in it. Surely that sip of alcohol couldn't have done much damage; I've drank before in moderation.

"Um, yeah." She shrugs off the use of my actual name as though it didn't mean anything, before changing the subject back to our previous topic. "How about me and you hang back and talk while they continue on the trail?"

"We could do that. I'm really too tired to walk the whole trail anyway. I thought that I'd slept particularly well last night and Santana is surprisingly a good snuggler, but I feel like I didn't sleep for nearly long enough." I agree to hang back with her. She throws her head back and lets out a laugh. My eyes fall to her throat and suddenly, I want nothing more than to run my tongue up along the creamy skin.

The first time I'd noticed Quinn in this way was the first time we met. She had always been so beautiful and I found her especially alluring in her cheerleading outfit, like a cheerleading angel. I knew I wanted her physically, but she dashed my first girl crush when she and Santana threw the first ever slushy at me freshman year. As they walked up to me, I thought that they looked really good together, a force to be reckoned with. And I was right. My feelings for her and possibly Santana went to the back of my mind as they started torturing me, that's when I turn my attentions to Finn Hudson. I exaggerated my feelings for him, only wanting someone to help me get over who I really wanted. I did and do still care for him, and he has the best male leading voice for me, but we didn't work in the end. So, now Quinn is back in the forefront of my mind.

"Rachel!"

I blink, coming back from my thoughts at Quinn's yelling of my name. "Yes?"

"I called you twice. Are you, okay? You were staring at me, spaced out again." Her eyebrows furrow and I can't help but smile at her obvious concern.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I got caught up in my thoughts. I would like to stay back with you so that we can in fact talk." I know that I need her to piece everything together, she can help, I hope.

Quinn raised a fine brow at me. "Apparently you haven't noticed, but the others have already left without us. So go ahead and start off with what you remember. Why were you with Puck and Sam last night?" I look around as she talks, everyone indeed is gone from eyesight, but I can hear some of their voices so they weren't too far ahead.

I take a few moments to gather my thoughts. "Okay, I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, not wanting to go alone; I asked Santana to go with me. Noah and Sam were by the fire still, so afterwards I joined them for a drink while San went back to our tent." This is the bit I remember quite clearly. "I grabbed Sam's mug to see what they were drinking, as I was really thirsty but they both warned me not to drink it. Apparently, it had alcohol in it. I wasn't worried though and drank some anyway. It didn't taste like any was in it, so I took a couple more sips. Noah told me after that, that it would hit me and not to be alarmed if I started to feel drunk. The last thing I remember is walking to my tent when we decided to call it a night." I tell her all that I remembered and then look to her to see what she has to add to it.

"So they warned you at least, but they didn't try hard enough and you didn't listen." She shook her head as she spoke. "You still aren't fully to blame. There's nothing wrong with wanting to taste alcohol, but unfortunately it wasn't alcohol and they should've told you that so that you knew what you were drinking." She huffed, letting her anger get the better of her before calming herself. "Have you ever heard of magic mushrooms or shrooms?" She replies with a sigh as she sits down onto a tree stump.

"Shrooms?" I gasp, getting a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Yeah, wild mushrooms with hallucinogenic effects." She pulls me down to sit besides her. "I'm not surprised or mad that they used them, I'm pissed that they did it without anyone sober knowing and letting you drink it too. It was immature and irresponsible of them. We're in the woods anything could have happened to you three, other than what did. Do you remember anything at all after that?"

I frown, upset about last night but not mad, not really, just confused mostly. I think hard on what happened after I went back to my tent. "I got lost in the woods and I was cold and scared. Then... I ran into an animal, I think? I remember it being huge, then there was an angel who looked like you and Sam and Noah showed up, along with two other... what were they? Dogs?"

"Wolves, three of them and they were huge." I see a blush color her cheeks just then. "And, uh… the reason the angel looked like me is because it was me." She mumbles eyes cast away.

I can see how I would think she was an angel, but how embarrassing is that? Wolves though, in these woods, seemed very strange to me, but if she says that the animals I saw were wolves, then they must've been wolves. She wasn't the one who was high and hallucinating. I chew on my lower lip as I continue to strain my drug addled mind for what happened.

"After we all found each other, the wolves, who you Puck and Sam named," She rolled her eyes at that apparently in disbelief that we three had named the wild animals. "Led us back to our tents. You kept calling them caves." She chuckles a little. "I made Puck and Sam go to bed. They had a plant with them that Puck had torn out of the ground, he named it fern. They took it into their tents and had it in the middle of them. When I opened yours, you spotted Santana and thought she had fallen from up high in the cave; you were very worried about her. She of course didn't know what was going on and thought we were messing with her. Once we got you settled down, I left and went back to mine so that B wouldn't have to sleep alone all night. Not sure what happened after I left, though apparently you and S snuggled, which I find so very funny." She explains in detail, sounding highly amused at times.

I find myself laughing at the whole thing. I can't believe I got high last night, met wolves, and snuggled with Santana Lopez. This will make an excellent chapter in my early year's memoirs.

Quinn laughs along with me, which makes me laugh more and before I know it we're leaning and holding onto each other, laughing.

"What are you two crazies laughing at?" Santana's voice startles us and we shoot upright, looking at her.

Quinn snickers. "You and Berry snuggling, that's what"

Santana's eyes narrow at that. She looks at me and glares. "You said that you weren't going to say anything. You're going to regret opening that big mouth of yours, Stubbles." San growls at me, mad as hell.

I flinch and lean more into Quinn for safety as Santana sneers at me then stalks off back towards the campsite.

"Sorry," Quinn sighs heavily. "I didn't mean to make her pissed at you, maybe we should go talk to her?" Quinn actually apologizes to me.

I let out a long breath and look down, scuffing the toe of my shoe against the dirt. "Why are you being so nice to me? Why would you even go look for me last night?"

She stares at me for a little while before taking a step closer. "Maybe I'm tired of being a bitch all of the time." She answers softly. "I don't hate you, okay? We can talk more later on, when we're back at the campsite. Let's just go find S and try and convince her into not retaliating Monday morning." Her fingers touch my shoulder and I look up at her. Our eyes lock, but I look away first, the sudden urge to kiss her becoming overwhelming. I start to walk away and she follows.

Once we make it back to the campsite, we spot Santana sitting around the ash remains of last nights fire, chatting with three strange girls. Looking to Quinn and seeing her frown, I come to the conclusion that she doesn't know the other girls either.