"Dude, I can't believe you broke my truck! And we're only like, four hours away! You suck."

Finn looked apologetically at Puck. "Sorry man...I was kind of just getting into the music and then I saw a Wendy's and I got hungry. I turned too fast and hit a pole."

The group groaned collectively. They were standing outside a repair shop, five minutes down the road from where Finn had unintentionally crashed. Puck's car had broken down as a result and the group were standing waiting for news on how long the repair would take.

"Good going, Tubby McNipples. Hairy-man over there says that he can't fix the truck until morning," Santana snarked, gesturing to the heavily bearded repair-guy, "We're stuck here until at least lunchtime tomorrow. We're going to have to find a place to sleep while we wait."

The teenagers once again made general noises of frustration and annoyance at the tall boy. Rachel frowned before speaking.

"While I am incredibly annoyed at my boyfriend and am equally frustrated at the unexpected addition to my meticulously planned itinerary for this trip, we are simply wasting more time standing around being mad. I must suggest that we find a place to stay. Quinn, Santana and I will go into the gas station across the road and ask for some recommendations."

The girls left and came back half an hour later. Santana shot another poisonous look at Finn.

"It so happens that Finn the lumberboy crashed the car in the only town to have fuck all room left this weekend. There's some sort of event on and it took us 20 minutes to find somewhere with enough space for all of us. It's a shitty dump."

Rachel looked at the Latina with a reprimanding look before addressing the group. "Nevertheless, we found a place. There were only four rooms left so we need to decide who is sleeping where. We'll sort out the arrangements when we get there. It's only down the road so Santana and Mike can drive the cars there. Puck and Finn, I suggest you get some of the bags we need out of the truck and we can carry them to the motel. Brittany, grab your cat. He's trying to eat Rory's leg. The rest can stay here until morning."

The group did as Rachel directed and in no time were standing in the car park of a motel. Santana and Quinn had gone to collect the room keys and the rest of the teenagers were arguing over who would sleep where.

"Got dibs on sleeping with Santana and Brittany," Puck smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Hey Rach, maybe we could have a room alone!" Finn stated excitedly.

"I don't care where any of you sleep, as long as I get a double with Blaine," Kurt said in a bored tone.

The group continued to bicker and argue. Rachel tried to speak over the top of them but went unnoticed by everyone except for Quinn and Santana, who had just arrived back. Santana sighed. She knew she was going to regret speaking up.

"SHUT UP." The group quietened and Santana continued. "Rachel is trying to talk. I expect she has some sort of clarity on this situation because you're all too stupid to work it out yourselves."

Rachel beamed at Santana's unexpected compliment. "As a matter of fact Santana, I do. I kept an emergency contingency plan in case this sort of thing happened. I have a sleeping plan detailed in my binder. Kurt and Blaine, you will be sharing a room with Mercedes and Sam."

Kurt hi-fived Mercedes before turning and giving his boyfriend a celebratory kiss on the cheek. They picked up their bags and went into the first room to unpack. Rachel continued.

"Mike and Tina, you will obviously be sharing a bed. Sugar and Rory will be sharing a room with you."

"Awesome. We can duet all night. Everyone knows I'm more talented than all of you," Sugar demanded. Tina smiled tentatively at Sugar in reply as they departed to claim beds.

The unholy trinity was left standing in the parking lot with Rachel, Puck, Artie and Finn. Finn grinned happily.

"Awesome Rach! That means we can sleep together and Puck can have Santana and Brittany," Finn said.

"Oh hell no," Santana interjected as Puck waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "There is no way Britts and I are sharing a room with Puckerman leering and asking for a threesome all night. I'm gonna sleep in a room with my girl and Puckerman leering and asking for a threesome all night. Besides, I'm pretty sure Miss Peroxide of Ohio would throw one down if she had to share with Stubbles. She probably had something else planned." At that remark, Quinn made a face.

"You know S, you should really stop putting words in my mouth."

Santana rolled her eyes, "So you would like to get in with the Crip or are you having another go at Noah here?"

"That's not what I was saying." Quinn shot back.

"Well, maybe," Santana raised her voice at this, "you should say what's really on your mind Q. Go on, enlighten us all." Quinn's confusion over what her friend meant peaked at this. Was Santana really hinting at what Quinn thought she meant? Or was another one of her directionless rages? Luckily, just as Quinn was opening her mouth to counter-argue, the tiny diva spoke up.

"If you had all let me finish, you would have heard me tell Finn that we will not be sharing a bed tonight."

"Rach, what did I do?" Finn whined.

"I don't really need a repeat of what happened last time we shared a bed. After you ordered nearly the whole of Taco Bell?" Rachel countered. Everybody except Finn looked disgusted. "Therefore you can share a room with Artie and Puck. I will be sharing a room with the girls."

Finn stomped his foot in protest but left with Puck and Artie who were debating which movie to order tonight. The girls walked into their room and Santana and Brittany dove straight to claim the bigger bed. Quinn muttered something about 'self control' under her breath and Rachel looked on confusedly.

Rachel shook herself out of her daze. "Right, well lets get settled then go explore!"

QUINN'S POV

This would be painful if it weren't so wonderful.

I breathe in a sigh as I rethink over the afternoon that led me here. How coincidental is it that the one town with a gay pride convention on this weekend is the one we broke down in? God must be sitting up there playing some sort of ironic game with me because if I know Rachel Berry (and I do), there is no way we're going to be able to stay in when there's a chance to emerge ourselves in such a colourful culture. I'm going to have to watch myself particularly closely around her tonight. She's already suspicious.

Brittany sauntered towards me. "Hey Q. Looking forward to tonight?" She winked at me.

"I don't know, B. It's gonna be difficult," I sighed in a hushed voice. Santana was outside getting food from a vending machine, but Rachel was only in the bathroom and I didn't want her to hear.

"It's okay Quinn. Every princess story has a happy ending and tonight is the start of yours. Lets go get glittered!"

I smiled at the blonde dancer and turned around to change into my dress. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom watching Britt and I was Rachel. A wave of panic rushed over me as I examined her scrutinising look. She was clearly trying to work out what she had just heard.

Brittany glanced between us and chose that moment to interject. "Yay Rach, you look so pretty!"

I moved my eyes off her face and down her body. She really did look amazing. She was wearing a tight-fitting white dress that simultaneously made her look innocent and extremely sexy. Her makeup was smoky and dark and her hair was down, falling beautifully over her shoulder. She cleared her throat and I realised I had been staring at her with my jaw open. I moved my eyes back up to her face and she was smiling at me, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Is there something you want to say to me, Quinn?" she joked, sticking out her tongue at me.

"Uh, no. Um. I'm uh. I'm gonna go change in the bathroom. I'll be back in a sec."

I made towards the bathroom door thar Rachel was blocking but she made no move to leave. She simply turned sideways to let me pass through the impossibly small gap, an eyebrow still cocked as she watched a blush creep up my cheeks. I slid past her sideways, brushing against her in all the right places. Clearing my throat, I closed the bathroom door gingerly.

I placed my dress and makeup on the floor and leaned over the sink. What just happened? Is she intent on torturing me? Does she have any idea what that does to me? Taking deep breaths, I collected myself and stood up to look in the mirror. If that's the game she wants to play, I'll play twice as hard. Tonight is certainly going to be interesting.

A/N: Chapter five is on the way! Sorry for the wait.