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I cannnnt wait until TUESDAY! Its my favorite day! 5oclock:football; 6oclock: Glee! 7oclock: Glee! Rerun; 8oclock: homework, which is actually alright, and than cookies or popcorn and prep for 9oclock: Glee!

I looove me some Tuesdays. If your looking for my Christmas present, get me some Tuesdays! ON THAT DECEMEBER NOTE: has anyone heard when the season 2 discs 1 think come out? Is it before Christmas? That be kinda smarticle of them.

Smarticle. We used it in science today when our science teacher showed us a picture of a tentacle (I still don't know why) and my two friends said "tentacle" and "Smartie" (coincidently our after lunch candy) at the EXACT same time. I think our science teacher is sexist and hates me, because she kicked ME out, like it was my fault my friends are retards.

Anyways. BACK TO GLEE: I spend my mornings watching season 1:

I don't understand the significance of Quinn's fathers' baseball story. Maybe it's cause I'm not a dad? I dun know.

ANYWAYS: back to my story! This is for you people that apparently like it enough to favorite/follow it but not enough to review it. Thanks.

Quinn awoke smiling excitedly, today was the day! Glancing over at her pink clock 5:34, she grinned to herself and slipped out of bed, oddly awake for such time in the morning. Throwing open the bed room door, she crept across the hall, standing in front of the star before throwing it too, open.

She had wanted to jump on the bed, scare Berry shitless and then pack. But Rachel was no where to be seen. Quinn stepped into the room, craning her neck and looking for her friend.

"Quinn? What are you doing?" Quinn jumped and spun back to the door, Rachel was standing with her hands on her hips, glaring into her room.

"I was going to get you up! We leave today!" Quinn smiled sheepishly, slowly walking back into the hall.

"Well, I've been awake for a bit now, but thanks. Get ready, we have to meet at the school in half and hour!" Quinn nodded and led the way into her room, taking in Rachel's appearance as she decided on her own outfit choice.

Rachel had on tight jeans, and a loose bright blue shirt, she looked pretty good, what with her hair falling around her cheeks like that, but much to fancy for sitting on a bus all day. Sorting through her drawers, she picked out a pair of sweats and a red tank top.

"I'm really excited! This is going to be soo much fun!"

"Yes…"

"Do you realize that your bet ends in two days, so you should bring your ten with you, because I'll want it for a celebratory treat," Quinn smiled through the mirror to the angry friend, pulling her sweats on over her pajama shirt and ducking into the shower so she could change her shirt, but they could continue their happy argument.

"Don't count your pennies get, honeybee. I have on good authority that Matt and Mercedes went out last night."

The screech of metal on metal added to Quinn's horrified squeak, as she flung the curtain open, mouth hanging. She wouldn't believe that. She didn't have ten bucks.

"Well, it was with Kurt and Mike, but…" Quinn rolled her eyes, not this again. Sure, Rachel might think that Mike and Kurt had something together, but Quinn knew things. In odd, excruciating details. Santana never shut up about them. It's like she wanted the world to know what a slut she was.

Rachel had constantly persisted that Mike and Kurt needed each other and that on their 'quest of fulfillment for Matt and Mercedes' should include Kurt and Mike in it too. Why couldn't she just give up? Gays just wouldn't work in this town.

"Can we just go now?" She asked, tartly, grabbing her single Cheerio bag off the floor and seizing Rachel's arm. "Dylan, Jack, we're leaving!" Quinn yelled through the house before remembering that the neighbor hood was asleep.

The two phenomenally dressed men rushed through the door, each pulling a girl into a hug. Jack smelled like vanilla soap and mint. It was so refreshing, and somehow made her feel…clean? She released him slowly, the smiling fading as Dylan pulled her into a hug.

Where would she go when school started again? She had called her mother, but they had gotten into another fight, and both agreed that she should stay at the Berry's for the rest of the summer. Quinn loved that idea, and the family apparently had too. But once school started…

Quinn shook her head as she made her way to the car, no way would she let those thoughts ruin her camping attitude. She would deal with that when the time came. And that was after their amazing camping trip, hanging out with her friends for a solid seven days, and (hopefully) getting a hot tan before the cool winter came.

She listened with half her hearing as they wound their way to the school parking lot, a ten minutes drive, so just enough for Rachel to explain just how excited she was. Quinn just nodded and agreed bubbles of her our excitement building in her chest.

As they pulled, much to slowly into the empty parking lot, the bubbles exploded, and both girls squealed, jumping out of the doors, grabbing their bags and joining Tina, Brittany and Mercedes in a jump hug or bounciness.

Quinn heard Santana's huff of frustration. She wanted in the group, but how could she keep up her bitch act? Quinn grasped her hand and pulled her into the middle, just so the boys (who where gazing awkwardly at girls, looking a bit scared) couldn't see the colossal smile taking over the Latino's face.

Mr. Schuester shoved them into the bus, smiling as Ms. Pilsbury teetered towards them on her purple heels. Quinn was more than surprised, wasn't she like, OCD? Working on, but camping wasn't a slow decent; it was smelly, dirty, outdoorsy. How would she deal with getting marshmallow off her fingers from the smore?

Rachel snorted and plopped down on the seat beside her. Mr. Schuester hadn't been able to get the short bus, so they had a regular school bus, so everyone got their own seats, even Artie. Although, Tina had chosen to sit with him, and Quinn felt a little bad, because he wouldn't be able to sit in his wheelchair, but he was all smiles and giggles.

The first hour of the bus ride was spent in random break outs of singing, laughing smiling. But after that, Quinn started to feel more than a bit exhausted. Yawning, she tucked her back between the window and the seat, and flung her feet into the aisle, letting the cool of the window wash over her, and her eyes slipped closed.

Rachel smiled a bit, reaching into her 'carry on' backpack and pulled out a flannel, checkered blanket before placing it over Quinn and stumbling back to her seat. She wasn't very tired, she had become used to getting only five hours of sleep, because she like to practice her vocal runs, dancing and performing before she went to sleep.

She was excited, she had talked with everyone and Puck had even said that she was "alright" and must have "been hit by an alien because she was almost normal". Smiling, she decided to have a little nap of her own, grinning as Mercedes started on "Black Horse and Cherry Tree"

She was shaken awake by a tired looking Quinn, rubbing her eyes, Rachel followed her down the steps of the yellow limo, stumbling to the dry green grass where her friends had gathered.

They talked amongst themselves, and Rachel took the time to shake from her fitful nap. Accepting a clean, fluffy, whole-grain, peanut butter and jelly sandwich from Emma, she shoved it into her mouth, savoring the taste. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.

"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her tongue over her teeth in attempt to get them unstuck from her lips.

"Quarter after one," Quinn replied quickly, mustard sticking to her fingers, "Oh, drat it all…" she rubbed her cheek with one hand and wiped the other on the grass beside her.

Rachel giggled staring at the mustard stuck to the girls cheek, "Here…you have some mustard…" she locked eyes with the girl, and suddenly she was nervous for the caressing she was about to give.

Rachel growled in frustration as Puck leaned over a licked the sauce from her cheek. She had to get over that, and quick, she could see the Gleeks looking over at her. She smiled at the wolf-whistles, imaging it was Artie and Tina, and smiled along with the rest of the group.

After all, this was the baby daddy, and he was hella-hot. He was Puckasaurous! Quinn deserved something stable in her life, and right now, Rachel was far from stable. Sighing she turned and stood, stumbling slightly at the sudden use of her legs.

"Rachel, Baby, wait up."

Rachel ground her teeth in frustration. Couldn't a girl get a spare moment around here? She looked to her side, way, way up at Finn and threw on her best smile; at least she could get some practice. "Hello, Finn. What can I do for you?"

Finn reached a hand out and clasped her shoulder, spinning her so he could press his moist lips to hers. Placing strong hand on his chest, she pushed away and wrenched her arm from his grasp.

"Hey, Rach. What's the problem?"

"What's the problem? WHATS THE PROBLEM?" Rachel was very, very happy that they had somehow made it to the other side of the bus, far away from any spying eyes, "You haven't talked to me all summer, and now you expect me to come falling back into your arms? No, Finn. We aren't together and please stop kissing me."

She would have felt a little proud, after all, this was probably one of the only times she had stuck up for herself, and it was when Finn was making his ridiculous wounded puppy dog faces.

Rachel was not a violent person, but she fingers locked into a tight fist when Finn finally spoke, "Can we still be friends?"

"Yes, sure, why not?" Anything to get you to shut up. Rachel huffed as Finn grinned and pulled her into a tight hug.

She was probably going to pay for that moment of angry for quite a while, because Finn didn't look like he actually understood what she was saying.

Rachel sighed inwardly, heading back onto the bus, and let out a moan of disappointment as Finn sat directly behind her, chattering away about something. She honestly didn't care, and because he was behind her, she didn't think he would realize if she put some music in.

She flicked on her iPod, growing angrier as she seen the 20% battery flicker onto the stage. Evidently, no, her iPod hadn't charged last night. Sighing she looked around the bus, because Quinn was no longer at her side.

The blond head was bouncing up and down as Mercedes did a few vocal runs, warming up for their karaoke.

Finally deciding on what to do, Rachel stood, ignored Finn and headed to the back of the bus, plopping down beside Kurt, and smiling at the stunned friends. Tina and Artie started on some Disney Barbie song, and Rachel doubled over, laughing when he attempted to sing the high C girl's part.

Soon, Santana and Brittany had headed back, sitting in one of the seats a few benches ahead of them, eager to sing. Not long after they had all started in a little mermaid song, Quinn came back and perched on edge of the Cheerios seat, grinning at Rachel, and she couldn't help but glance at the front of the bus.

Mr. Schuester was completely oblivious to the fact that only two members were left out, Finn, who had taken to staring at Rachel, in which she blushed and looked to Puck, who was completely transfixed with Quinn.

Boys. Stupid teenage boys. Grr…