A/N: So sorry this took so long, it was a busy week. Hopefully you enjoy though and thanks to everyone who's been reading :)


"I am so going to win," Sugar teased as she tied up the laces of her bowling shoes in the almost empty bowling alley.

"No you won't," Dylan argued back.

"Trust me, I will," she smirked.

"Trust me, you won't. You've never seen me bowl."

"Didn't have to. I'm Sugar Pierce-Lopez. I'm the best at everything."

Sugar bounced up of the bench she was sitting on, getting used to her shoes. Dylan followed. It was the first time her and her best friend had gone bowling together. It was Summer before high school, just a few weeks after Sugar had time traveled to 'Between the Sheets' for the second time. Her and Dylan had decided that they'd try to make the Summer vacation the best one ever. Sugar's Mommy had told her about this show that her and Sugar's Mama used to watch back in high school called Phineas and Ferb. Phineas and Ferb did different, exciting things every day to have the best Summer ever. The idea had kind of sparked from there.

They'd done tons of things already-go to amusement parks, the Bronx zoo, went to Manhattan and bought those huge pretzels from every stand they saw, just for the heck of it, then raced up and down the red stairs in Times Square. It didn't work out too well because of all the people crowding them but they did have a good run through Central Park later in the day! They volunteered at an animal shelter, read stories at an old age home, and served food to the homeless at a shelter nearby. They made a lemonade stand, had water balloon fights, and went fence jumping on Dylan's street. In July, the two of them spent the entire day at a movie theatre watching all the movies that had looked interesting. And today they were bowling. Sports weren't really Sugar's thing, but Dylan had had a 'My Little Pony' marathon- an older show that her Mommy had on DVD- with her the day before so she figured it was only fair to do something that he wanted today.

"So Little Miss I'm-Too-Good-For-Everyone-And-Everything," he mocked. "You wanna go first?"

Sugar rolled her eyes, but in a playful way, at her best friend. "Yup, that shouldn't be a problem."

The girl picked up a bright yellow bowling ball because she thought it was the prettiest and then took a few steps until her toes were right on the line that marked the spot you were supposed to bowl from. Sugar took a deep breath and practiced swinging the heavy ball back and forth a few times. She turned her head to see Dylan laughing at her. Before turning back she stuck out her tongue at him.

"Okay, she said to herself quietly. "You can do this."

Even though it had been a while since the last time she bowled, Sugar was confident. She took another deep breath and swung her arm back, then forward and then, let go of the ball. Suddenly her vision blurred and a feeling that she knew all too well took over. It had happened twice already this month. As much as it was thrilling, and amazing, and made her feel alive, it couldn't be happening right now. Not in front of Dylan. But there was no way to stop it, was there?

Sugar clenched her balled up fists and dug her sparkly, orange nails that her Mama had painted for her, into the palms of her hands. The girl kept her eyes open and this time, didn't flinch when the first ray of light poked its way through the darkness that took over each time she traveled. She was starting to get used to it, especially since it had happened three times this month already. Maybe it was making up for the few years it skipped? Or did it just happen randomly? Sugar thought back to her conversation with Mr. Motta, the only other time traveler she'd ever met, and wished she had asked him about it.

As more and more light poked through, Sugar could feel the yellowy sun rays beating down on her. After a few seconds, a thing layer of sweat built up above top lip. Damn, it was hot out. Everything became clear and Sugar took a step forward, looking around, once she knew for sure that the ground was really there beneath her. She was in a big, open field. There were a few people not too far away from her. They were turned from her, so she wasn't spotted. She could tell that they were adults. None looked like her either of her Moms though. Was that what she was supposed to assume now? That she'd be time traveling back to one or both of her parents? It had happened every time as of now. But why?

The sounds of a yellow school bus pulling up on the dirt road behind her, caused the girl to turn. The bus stopped and out came a bunch of girls that looked to be about her age. They were all dressed in t-shirts, and shorts or skirts. For once, Sugar didn't feel out of place. It was Summer where she was from too and she had on bright orange shorts and a light blue t-shirt. Each girl also carried a backpack or duffel bag. That, Sugar didn't have, but hey, it wasn't her decision to come here.

As more and more girls stepped off the bus, Sugar slipped into the crowd, unsure of what else to do. She looked around and didn't see anyone that she recognized. She moved along with the crowd meeting a women-one who Sugar had seen from the back before- halfway down the field. Her blonde hair was styled in a boyish cut and she was wearing a blue track suit with white stripes along the sides. Wasn't it a bit hot out for that?

"Welcome to Camp Cheer." Her voice boomed from her bullhorn, silencing the crowd. "As all of you already know, I'm Coach Sylvester."

Coach Sylvester? Wasn't that… her parents' cheer coach in high school? They never told Sugar anything about camp. Maybe they really weren't here then. It made Sugar kind of uncomfortable, being in a crowd of strangers. If her Moms had been here, at least she would've known them. They wouldn't know they knew her, but still, she would know them.

"So," Coach Sylvester's booming voice continued. "I want you all to get into groups of either six or eight, depending on how many people you want to share a cabin with."

Sugar could already see girls looking around and whispering, already starting to form groups.

"No odd numbers!" the Coach stressed. "Now, if this takes longer than two minutes, I'm picking for you. Go!"

Sugar spun in circles, looking at the commotion surrounding her. She shouldn't try to get into a group, right? Her visits to the past usually didn't last very long so there was no point. The girl's eyes fixed on Coach Sylvester who was coming her way. Sugar cringed, crossing her fingers in hope that the Coach wasn't coming for her specifically. From the stories her parents had told her, it seemed as if it was best not to get on the Coach's bad side. Sugar let out a sigh of relief when the woman walked passed her. Curious as to where she was headed-most likely to yell at someone- the tiny time traveler let her eyes follow her.

"Coach Sylvester," a tiny blonde who's hair was up in a high ponytail called in her sing-song voice. "I'm going to be attending McKinley this September and plan on joining the Cheerios."

"That's nice," Coach Sylvester said in a tone that showed she really didn't care. The woman barely even glanced in her direction. She just kept walking, looking as if she was in a hurry to get to wherever she was going.

"You're such a kiss-up, Quinn." Sugar followed the voice to a Latina with dark hair that was also up in a high pony. Sugar beamed. It was her Mama!

You're such a kiss-up, Quinn. Sugar replayed the words. Quinn? Could it be…?

Her train of thought was broken by the woman in the track suit retracing her steps back to the girl who's name was Quinn. Sugar looked up, studying her face carefully. She was younger of course, but that was definitely Auntie Quinn. Or Auntie Q, as she liked to call her. She wasn't actually her aunt, there was no blood relation. But she was a close friend of both her Moms. They'd gone to high school together. And apparently cheer camp, as Sugar was now finding out. They didn't see her a lot a lot, but Auntie Q tried to visit every few months or so. Or the Pierce-Lopez family would occasionally take a trip to Connecticut to visit her. Sugar had only been there a few times but she remembered there being a big pool. And she had a few dogs, too.

"Little Miss Oh-So-Eager-To-Be-On-The-Cheerios," Coach Sylvester nicknamed her. She spoke using the bullhorn even though she was only a few feet away from the girl. Quinn flinched, and the crowd silenced again.

"Yes?" she croaked.

"Who's in your group?"

"Me," she pointed to herself with her thumb. "Santana, Brittany."

Brittany? Sugar looked to her right where Santana was standing. She was helping a blonde, who's long leg was up extended on her shoulder, with a stretch. The blonde was Brittany! Her Mommy!

"Mindy, Aubrey, Alex, and Sophia," Quinn continued, pointing each of them out to the Coach. Sugar didn't recognize any of the other girls.

"That's only seven," Coach Sylvester said, unimpressed.

Quinn shot Brittany a look. Brittany shrugged, taking her leg down and placing it on the floor. "I told you, I'm not good at math," she mouthed.

Quinn rolled her eyes and turned back to the tall woman in the track suit. "So sorry. We'll just get another girl to join our group and-"

She was cut off by the Coach. "I gave you your two minutes."

"But-" Quinn protested.

"Quiet!"

Quinn jumped back. The bullhorn had only been a few inches from her face at that point.

"You two seem to be good friends, now don't you?" She walked over to Santana and Brittany who now had their pinkie fingers linked, standing side by side, not even the tiniest gap separating their two bodies. It was like they were built to fit perfectly together.

"That's right," Brittany said, her face brightening into a smile. Could she not tell that the Coach was angry?

"Well, isn't that cute? Brittany, is it?"

The girl nodded.

"I want you to go join that group over there," she pointed.

Santana opened her mouth to protest but Coach Sylvester gave her a warning look, silencing her, just before she could. Brittany turned her head to look down at Santana. The Latina sighed, giving the girl a sad smile.

"Wait!" Sugar yelped, breaking the silence. "I could join their group. That way it'd be eight, right?"

The girl could feel her heart beating faster as all eyes turned to her. As much as she loved being the centre of attention, Coach Sylvester really scared her. And she'd only known her for about three minutes.

"I suppose," the Coach said, not bothering to use the bullhorn.

Sugar held her breath and bit down on her bottom lip as the woman stared at her.

A good thirty seconds went by before the Coach said, "Well are you just going to stand there and stare at me? Go join your new group!"

The Coach walked away and a sigh of relief washed over Sugar. Her face broke into a smile and she saw that her Moms, Auntie Q, and the other girls were quietly celebrating.

"Who's she to think she can break up the Unholy Trinity?" Quinn rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips.

"Better be quiet Q," Santana teased. "You wouldn't wanna lose your spot on the Cheerios."

"Can't lose something you don't have yet," another girl who Sugar remembered being Alex from when Quinn introduced them to Coach Sylvester, joined in.

"Oh shut up, you two," Aubrey joked. "We get our cabin. Be happy."

The girls pulled into a group hug. Brittany pulled out, looking at Sugar.

"Hey!" she called, motioning her over. "Get over here!"

Sugar took a deep breath and skipped over to the group who were now finished with their group hug.

"What's your name?" Brittany asked.

"Sugar," the girl blurted out, only a millisecond later realizing it probably wasn't a good idea to reveal her real name.

"Sweet!" Brittany beamed. "I'm Britt, this is San, Quinn, Aubrey, Alex, Mindy, and Sophia."

"It's nice to meet you all."

Before the girl could say anything in return, she found herself being pulled into a hug by her Mommy. Well, her future Mommy. Sugar's smile widened as she felt the rest of the girls pile into the hug one by one. After a few seconds, they all pulled out and her Mama- she'd have to start calling her Santana, her Mommy Brittany, and Auntie Q, Quinn, in case she slipped up in front of one of them- took her hand and it raised it above their head.

"Well, it's because of this girl right here that Britt's not stuck with a bunch of losers," she started. The 'losers' part was kind of mean, but Sugar doubted anyone else was listening to them. Everyone had gotten back to their own conversations as soon as Coach Sylvester had walked away. "So cheers to her!"

The group started to chant her name.

"Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, Sugar!"

They started silently and built it up until it was so loud that the entire crowd was looking their way.

"Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, Sugar!"

Girls from other groups had even joined in. Sugar did nothing else but laugh. She liked the attention she was getting. Would this be her chance to become friends with her Moms from the past?

The first day of camp had been awesome. They got their first pick in their cabin. Sugar shared a bunk with Quinn. Quinn got the top. Although Sugar herself had wanted the top bunk, she didn't say so. Quinn was the type of girl who got what she wanted, and Sugar was not up for a fight. Brittany got the top of another bunk where it was safe from monsters, and Santana got the bottom. The two of them mostly lay sprawled out on the top bunk, eating candy or listening to music, for the few hours they got to spend in the cabin. Sugar didn't really pay much attention to what the other girls were up to.

It didn't take Sugar long to realize that the group she was apart of the popular group at Camp Cheer. Not only did they get first pick at their cabin but they got first pick at their cabin, but they got the table at the cafeteria with the best view of the lake. They butted their way in front of everyone in front of the cafeteria line and no one seemed to mind. Wherever they walked, the crowd would part like the Red Sea for them. They got first pick of canoes and life jackets. Sugar didn't see what the big deal was. They were all plain orange. But she had to admit, it was fun getting first choice at everything.

They were practically treated like royalty and it was nice to be apart of the it group for once. Her and Dylan had never had that at school back in New York present day. They were kind of the outcasts. But everything they did was much more fun than what other kids their age did. Dylan. It was the first time she'd thought of him since she'd gotten here. He'd seen her just… vanish. And she'd been here for hours! It was already longer than her previous visits to the past put together. How was she supposed to explain this? Would he tell her parents? Would they take her to the hospital to find a cure? They wouldn't, would they? And was there a cure? She hoped not. She liked this. It was the only thing that made her feel special. She was chosen to do this. Not those popular kids at her school, but her. She could trust Dylan though, couldn't she? She sure hoped so.

Sugar turned her focus back to the other girls who were by the canoes. They were all watching as Quinn flirted with one of the hot, male life guards who looked like her was only a couple of years older than them. They were all going to high school in September. They all giggled quietly, Sugar included, as the life guard eagerly helped Quinn buckle up her life jacket. Like she couldn't do it herself.

"Thank you," they heard her sweet voice, that sounded angelic, say to him. She skipped on over to the group, who had all put on their own life jackets, with a devious smile on her face.

"Guess where we just got invited?" she asked the group excitedly.

They all gave each other confused glances.

"Hottie McHotters just invited all of us to the bonfire after the festival tomorrow!"

The girls all squealed with excitement.

"His hot life guard friends gonna be there?" Santana asked.

"Yes," Quinn replied, raising both eyebrows twice, in a quick motion.

Once the excitement died down, Sugar asked, "What festival?"

"They do it every year," Sophia started. "As a welcome to the camp kinda thing."

"Yeah, they have fortune tellers and games and prizes," Brittany squealed.

"Yeah, but it's sorta lame," Quinn shrugged.

Brittany pouted. "Quinn we're going!"

"I never said we weren't, but I'm looking more forward to what we just got invited to afterward"

"The bonfire?" Sugar croaked.

"Uh huh."

"The older kids that work here do it every year. We've been wanting to go since like… forever," Santana smirked.

"Oh so this isn't your first year here?" Sugar asked, curiously.

"Nope, we've been coming up together since the Summer before middle school," said Aubrey. "We're from Lima."

"Oh, that's awesome."

"So where are you from, Sweet Thang?" Quinn smirked.

"Umm, New York," she blurted out.

"And you came all the way here?!"

"Umm, yeah," Sugar panicked. What was she thinking, saying New York? She really was from there. At least it wasn't a lie. "I heard it was Coach Sylvester's first year here and she's supposed to be really good so I decided I'd come."

Sounded legit, right?

"Well good thing you did," Quinn said. "This is going to be the best Summer yet!"