Title: Real Magic- Chapter 11

A/N: This is the chapter I've been looking forward to ever since BIOTA and since I did drinking around the world last summer. Really is one of the most fun 'extras' that you can do as an adult in WDW, but you get drunk, so trying to make this really fun.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the Walt Disney Company, or anything that both entail within.

"We are goin Drinking around the World in EPCOT."

Santana had no idea what Puck was talking about since she hadn't wasted any time doing research like Berry. She was shocked that Puck had wasted his time when he spent almost all of his free time getting drunk and sleeping with housewives. Although if he was worried enough about drinking while here she supposed he might have thought it was important enough to look up.

"How are we gonna go around the world? We don't have a hot air balloon."

She couldn't help but smile at Brittany and her typical confusion about the world. Santana wished that they could make-up so that she wasn't so alone. Last night having to sleep on opposite far ends of the bed instead of cuddling was bad enough, but she had spent hours today alone, being forced to talk to Puck, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Brittany, what Noah is referring to is a drinking game that occurs in this theme park, where participants go from one country to the next and consume one alcoholic beverage at each of the eleven countries."

"Oh… We should totally do that then!"

"Brittany! We most certainly should not participate! Not only would we be breaking Mr. Schuester's trust, but we would also be breaking the law!"

Santana wondered what Quinn saw in Berry that made her think that dating the diva would be worth it. Santana hoped that the stick jammed up Berry's ass would make her job breaking them up easier, but Q was so off balance since Beth that she probably liked it.

"C'mon Berry, it's a once in a lifetime experience and it'll work twice as well for our team bonding than you and Baby Mama huddling away in your private friendship circle all day."

Santana smirked at Puck's subtle maneuvering of Berry into position for her to agree. If they didn't participate and hung back on their own it might cause Frankenteen to question their 'special' friendship.

Unfortunately Toyota had to speak up, "Puck, how we gonna even get alcohol? We ain't 21 white boy."

"Chill girl, I've got a fake and I know I'm not the only one."

Santana knew that was true, since she, Brittany and Quinn all brought them too. If she had to guess she would expect the other football players to have them, with Artie being the obvious exception. Finn might not either since he had spent so much time around Berry in the last year.

"Noah, what good does your ID do anyone else… not that we should use it anyway!"

""Cuz, my fellow Jew, you're allowed to buy two drinks per ID, so we should have plenty for everyone."

Santana knew that other than Berry, everyone was seriously considering and even favoring Puck's suggestion. She was all for it if it got her mind off of Brit, or made the blonde forget that she was planning on breaking their best friend's heart.

It wasn't long before everyone began to agree leaving Rachel and Quinn on an island. It wasn't terribly surprising to see her friend lean in and whisper to the diva, followed by slow and wary acceptance coming over her face. "Fine, Noah! I will participate in your hoodlum activity as long as I am allowed to have Quinn as my drinking partner, using her ID."

"No problem babe. I'm gonna roll with my boy Artie since he's ID-less, but we need to figure it out so everyone is covered."

"Me and Tina will use my ID." Santana thought it was redundant that Other Asian even mentioned it since everyone could see it coming.

The next pairing did shock Santana, as Sam said, "I'll pair up with Kurt if he doesn't have an ID."

Santana guessed that it had shocked fairy boy too, since he took several seconds to squeak out a, "Sure." She would've thought that Sam and his football butt-buddy Finn would go together, but maybe those giant lips were good for what Kurt had hoped at the beginning of the year.

"I get Mercedes! We get to be the hot couple, since Q and Rachel are the cute one."

It hurt that Brittany jumped at hanging out with Wheezy over her. She wanted to be able to spend the day with her girl, but she had to do what Sue wanted. She wished Brittany could see that.

"Guess I'm stuck with Finnept. Good thing we're getting smashed." She smirked as the giant glared at her, but he quickly turned his glare on Q and Berry. The way he was looking made her think that he knew. She would definitely have to see what she could use Finn for as she came up with a plan to break-up the new couple.

Puck seemed to have taken charge from Rachel with his new day-plan, "Well then let's get going bitches. First stop is Mexico, so lead the way Santana."

"Fuck you Puckerman!" She saw that he tried to play it off as a joke, but she couldn't help the pressure building behind her eyes as the group began to move out of the restaurant. As one of the very few Latino families in Lima life hadn't been as easy as if they lived in New York, Texas, Florida or California. Sure it wasn't as bad as the Berry's life, but Russell Fabray certainly hadn't been happy that his daughter's best friend wasn't white, and he wasn't the only one.

She knew that Quinn would know it hurt her, and that the blonde was trying to catch her eye, but she turned away. She wouldn't be able to go through with Sylvester's plan if Quinn helped her now.

They headed outside and started around the fountain that dominated the Future World plaza. On the other side Santana saw it was a straight shot back to the lake that the countries were all situated around. Somehow she had ended up next to Finn and watching his ridiculous angry face focused on Q and Berry's backs was distracting.

"Got a problem with the new BFF's Finnocent?"

"Are you trying to rub it in my face?"

"Rub what in your face?"

"You know what!"

Santana smirked, "So you do know."

"I saw Quinn kiss Rachel on Saturday night. She must be doing something to mess with Rachel. I know Rachel loves me!"

"I know what you're sayin'. I'm worried that Sue put Q up to this just to break Berry's overly clingy heart and destroy Glee."

"You think that she would really do that?"

Hook. Line. Sinker. "Sure. Sue has done things that were much crazier than that. Just imagine what will happen if someone doesn't save Rachel in time by showing her that they love her more than Quinn."

It took longer than Santana thought possible, but Finn eventually got it. "I have to save Rachel! Thanks for your help Santana. I guess you're not quite as soulless as I thought."

The rage that coursed through her body at the soulless remark was crushed beneath the need to keep Finn on track as part of her plan. She knew it would take more than Finn trying his best to 'woo' Berry, but it was a start.

They had made it out to the edge of the lake and had taken a left towards a large Aztec-based temple. They had to cross a small bridge to enter the center of what was Mexico. It was crowded in the smallish space between the temple and a restaurant that sat on the edge of the water. Now that they had arrived Santana had no idea what Puck's plan was but he led the group over to the restaurant first.

They entered a small archway with the name, La Cantina de San Angel, over it and walked to a counter service station where she saw the menu. It was mostly standard Mexican fare, but she focused on the margarita section and tried to decide what she wanted.

Puck turned back towards the group and in a soft voice said, "Everyone who doesn't have an ID should go grab us a table and not hang around."

Santana figured it was probably smart since she didn't think Schue would appreciate it if Berry or another of the gleeks got arrested, no matter how hilarious it would be. She was surprised to see Finn stick around. "What are you still doing here Finncompetent?"

"I have my own ID Santana, I don't need you to buy my beer for me."

She shrugged and figured it would be fine since he was a giant anyway and who wouldn't think he was 21. She thanked God that she was a girl and that a little flirting would distract from whether the ID was real, and knew that Q and Brit would make it work too. Puck looked far older than he was, so the only real problem was Mike, but he was Asian and they all looked young anyway.

The orders in front of her went off without a hitch as Puck got Dos Equis for him and Artie, Mike had a beer and a margarita, two margaritas for Brit, but Quinn only had one. She guessed Berry wasn't going to drink after all, but then saw her grab two straws. She thought it was weak, but it was her turn so she didn't have time to let Quinn know it.

Stepping up she gave the cashier a smile, "Hi there, can a girl get a Passion Fruit Margarita?"

"ID?"

Pulling out her fake she gave it to him making sure to brush over his fingers as she handed it to him. He didn't take long before handing it back and saying, "That'll be $9.62."

She couldn't believe how expensive it was for one margarita, but paid, got her drink and then went to find the rest of the group. She found them sitting at a group of tables overlooking the water starting on their drinks. She took a sip of hers and found that it was a fairly cheap and sugary excuse for a margarita, but quality wasn't the main goal when she just wanted to get wasted and forget her fight with Brittany.

Santana stood there watching Q and Berry, and felt simultaneously sick at their cutesy looks of affection while sipping out of opposite straws, and happy that Quinn looked so free. Ever since she had known Quinn she had been under such strain, whether it was her father and his expectations or the pregnancy and the destruction of her life. She really didn't want to ruin what Quinn had found, but she couldn't see an alternative.

Looking away to ease her guilt she saw Finn walking over to them with his beer, but he also had a basket of tacos. "We just ate lunch and you're eating again?"

"I'm hungry."

"Guess you're happy about the man-boobs then."

"Screw you Santana."

"Whatever."

She had finished most of her margarita and felt herself loosening up slightly and knew that by the end of the day she would probably break down like her usual weepy drunk self. Between Brit ignoring her and having to ruin Q's relationship she could feel the tears coming already and she was just feeling a buzz.

Incapable of sticking around and seeing either of them anymore she downed the rest of her margarita and stood. "I'm gonna go check out the inside of the temple thing now so hit me up whenever you're done."

"What's the rush Satan? Need to remind yourself of home by buying a sombrero or something?"

"Fuck you, Puck." She could feel the tears threatening to fall as she rushed away.


Rachel had been far less than enthusiastic when Noah had made his suggestion at lunch; in fact she was dead set against it. She wasn't sure how Quinn had convinced her, but she found herself approaching the Mexico pavilion and could feel her doubts return. "Quinn I believe I am having second thoughts and no longer consider this to be a good idea."

She didn't think it was fair of Quinn to give her such a reassuring smile and could already feel her new objections breaking down. "Rach, I promise that I will take care of you, so there isn't anything to worry about. This is a trip about bonding and trust me, this will be great way to bring the club together, so we really should participate."

"I am simply worried, Quinn. I most certainly cannot have an arrest on my record when I am applying to schools and auditioning for Broadway."

"Rach, we'll split our drinks and consume a lot of water and carbs to keep from getting too drunk if you want."

"You would do that?"

"Of course. It's about the experience and trying the drinks, not getting hammered, but we should at least be involved."

"Okay, Quinn, but I am trusting you."

"Don't worry Rach."

She tried to keep herself calm, but felt her apprehension grow as they entered La Cantina de San Angel and she was sent to get tables with the other ID-less members of Glee. She tried to calm down as Puck, Mike and Brittany all returned with drinks for Artie, Tina and Mercedes, but her nerves remained until Quinn appeared with a pink and green concoction in her hand.

"I got us a Lime-Raspberry Margarita to share."

"Is it vegan?"

Quinn let out a tiny laugh, "Yeah, Rach, it's just ice, sugary fruit flavoring and tequila. No animals involved."

"Okay"

Rachel could feel her stomach roll in nervousness as Quinn sat across from her and placed two straws into their plastic cup. The blonde took the first sip and recoiled slightly. "Wow, that is sweet. C'mon try some."

Rachel was deliberately slow as she leaned down and took her first sip. It was sweeter than she expected, even with Quinn's warning, and caused her face to pucker. She could hear Quinn chuckle softly, but as the shock went away all she could taste was the fruit. "Are you sure there's alcohol in here?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just because you can't really taste doesn't mean it's not there, so go easy."

Rachel figured Quinn would know so she stuck to taking small sips while staring across at Quinn. She was enjoying the romantic cliché so much she didn't notice Santana's outburst right away, but she did hear Noah. "What's the rush Satan? Need to remind yourself of home by buying a sombrero or something?"

"Fuck you, Puck."

Watching Santana hurry away, Rachel was shocked but Quinn quickly stood, "C'mon we need to go find her."

Confusion reigned as she rose and followed Quinn with their margarita in hand. She caught her girlfriend outside the restaurant as she made a beeline for the steps up into the temple. "Quinn what is wrong?"

"Santana… when she drinks she becomes a weepy drunk and between her fight with Brittany and Puck's asshole comments, I want to make sure she's okay."

Climbing up and entering into the dark entrance of the temple, Rachel's confusion changed "Santana and Brittany are fighting?"

"Have you seen them speak at all today? They're normally all over each other."

Rachel thought about it and realized that Quinn was right in her observations and wondered what had happened between the two. Absentmindedly sipping on her drink, Rachel looked around briefly in the small entrance area at the Mexican wood animal carvings that were on display. She didn't have time to look for long as Quinn continued through to the main area.

Recalling her research Rachel knew that this was the Plaza de los Amigos, and that it contained most of the shopping for the pavilion, but also had a ride and a restaurant, and that finding Santana wouldn't be easy. The interior was set at 'night' so it was dark and had limited visibility that wasn't helped by the fact that it was a market with stalls taking up most of the floor space.

"Quinn, I think it would be beneficial for us to spread out in our search for Santana."

"Alright just call me if you find her."

Rachel nodded and set off to the left of the fountain that sat in the middle of the plaza entrance, while Quinn went right. Walking around the various carts that dominated the Plaza, she saw a bunch of things that she wanted to take a closer look at, but Rachel knew that she had to find Santana first, despite obvious misgivings about helping the girl.

Luckily Rachel was able to spot her target wandering aimlessly among one of the stores located on Rachel's side of the Plaza. "Santana!"

The taller girl turned and Rachel could see that her eyes were red and puffy, with tear streaks marring her normally perfect, stoic face. The look of recognition in her eyes was followed by Santana fleeing deeper into the Plaza.

"Santana! Wait!" Rachel hurried after her and saw her passing under an archway and entering the line for Gran Fiesta Tour starring the Three Caballeros.

She went to follow when she was stopped. "Ma'am, you need to finish your drink before entering the ride."

Rachel stopped and looked at her cup, which still had nearly half of the margarita left. Quickly removing the straws Rachel up-ended the cup and downed the rest before following into the line. Thankfully, she had reached the entrance before anyone else had followed Santana and was able to catch up to her as she reached the loading area.

"Santana! Why are you running from me? I am attempting to make sure you are okay."

The Latina avoided her gaze, even as they were seated together on a boat. "Did it ever enter your Broadway filled brain that maybe I don't want your 'help'."

"Yes Santana, it did cross my mind that you would probably be against talking to me given your previously stated distaste for me and your need to appear strong and in control all of the time. However, Quinn was worried for your emotional well-being and what I have seen has made me worried as well."

The boat began to float along the ride through a Mexican jungle and past a Mayan temple and a volcano. "Please just drop it. I'm fine."

"Really? Then why has Brittany avoided you all day? It is clear that something is wrong, and I will not cease my questioning until you answer me and allow me to help you."

Their boat had entered a canal filled with video screens showing Donald Duck running around various parts of Mexico, while his friends were trying to find him. "Okay, fine! Britts is angry at me because I'm a coward okay!"

Rachel could see that Santana was on the verge of a breakdown, so she reached over and placed her hand on the Latina's back and began to rub in small circles. She had no idea how she had the courage to do it, but she felt an overwhelming need to help. "Hey, you are Santana Lopez, you are not afraid of anything. What could possibly be so bad?"

Rachel didn't expect for Santana to start bawling, but she quickly wrapped the taller girls in her arms and allowed her to cry on her shoulder. "It's S-sue"

"Coach Sylvester?"

"She's threatening to kick me, Britt and Q off the Cheerios unless I do what she wants."

Rachel was shocked that Sue would be so heartless and wondered what she would force Santana to do. "Santana what does she want?"

"I can't."

"Please, Santana, I want to help."

"She… she wants me to find a way to make Quinn break up with you." Rachel was shocked and knew that she spent too long responding when Santana started sobbing again, "I'm sorry… I didn't want to, but I don't have a choice. I can't let Britt be kicked off Cheerios."

Rachel understood immediately why Santana had agreed to do Sue's bidding. Brittany was protected on Cheerios, but without it people would be free to attack her intelligence. "It's okay, Santana."

"W-what?"

Santana pulled away looking as confused and stunned as Rachel had ever seen her. "I understand why you would agree. Sue picked the one thing she knew would force you to do her bidding. I know you love Brittany and would do anything for her."

"I don't want to though. Q's my best friend and you make her so happy. I just don't know what to do."

"Well I would prefer if Quinn did not break up with me, but I am positive that we can come up with some solution to your problem."

"What?"

Rachel smiled and tried to cheer the distraught girl up, "We are Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez. If we work together, not even Sue Sylvester can stop us."

This finally got a smile and small laugh out of Santana. "True." Rachel watched as Santana stared at her for a few seconds, before the Latina reached over and pulled her into a hug. "I know I don't deserve your help, but I'm really grateful. I can see why Quinn likes you."

"Thank you Santana." Rachel focused on the ride even though they were nearing the end, and said, "You should take Brittany on this ride when we're done, she'd probably love it."

"She doesn't even want to speak to me."

"Don't worry, I'll help you out. Just take her on here and apologize and tell her that we're going to fix everything later."

The boat pulled in and they exited onto the platform where Santana hugged Rachel again. "Thank you Rachel."

"Wow, no nickname."

"Least I could do."

Rachel detached herself and started walking out the exit, when she felt herself lose her balance briefly and tilt, before coming back to center. She stopped for a second and Santana asked, "You okay?"

Rachel whispered back, "I think I am becoming drunk."

"You had less than a whole margarita, you're probably just a little buzzed. Here, "She wrapped her arm under Rachel's and held her steady, "We'll get you back to Quinn and then you can get really drunk on your time with her."

"Thank you Santana, that is probably a good idea."

Together they walked out into the plaza and saw the glee club congregating in the middle. They walked towards them and Rachel shouted, "Hello fellow Glee clubbers!"

"Rachel!" She watched Quinn run over and engulf her in a hug, "Where were you?"

"I found Santana and we had a good chat on the boat ride."

Rachel watched as Quinn turned to Santana, "Are you okay S?"

"Yeah, I'm good now Q, thanks to Berry." They shared a last smile before Rachel stepped away with Quinn. "Hey Britt, do you want to go on the boat ride? I think you'll love it."

Rachel could see that Brittany wanted to say no, but she caught the blonde's eye and mouthed 'go' until Brittany understood. "Okay, San."

Watching the two go back to the entrance Quinn turned to her, "So you got through to Santana?"

"Yes we had a very good chat and I think everything will work out now."

"You want to talk about it?"

"No, I think it would be best if it stays between us, no offence."

"Okay." Quinn began to walk them among the stalls, "It's probably good you both had a drink to loosen up before hand, or it could have been a disaster."

"Yes, I am quite worried that I have begun to become drunk."

"You seem fine to me. We don't even know what kind of drunk you'll be. Guess we'll see how you are later."

"You better keep me safe Quinn, I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Rachel felt that Quinn was right and that things were looking up on almost all fronts.


Quinn didn't want to push but she did want to know what was wrong with Santana. She trusted her girlfriend when she said that everything was okay, but S was her best friend and she wanted to do what she could to help.

Now she was distracted as they waited for S and B, by Rachel trying on a sombrero and having it fall down over her eyes. "Nice hat."

Taking the hat off Rachel stuck her tongue out at her, "Meanie."

It wasn't long before Brittany and Santana were exiting the ride and coming over to them. Brittany hurried ahead and grabbed Rachel, pulling her along towards the exit. "That was such a good ride Rachel! Donald is like, the coolest duck ever."

Quinn smiled as her girlfriend was trying to keep up with Brittany, and began to walk after them with Santana at her side. "So, everything really is good?"

"Yeah Q, I'm good. Your girlfriend is totes a pro at the whole comforting, feelings thing. Which is good since she might melt your icy heart."

"Shut up, S." Quinn smiled at her best friend and hurried after their girlfriends as they left the pyramid and met up with the rest of the group. As they walked up to the group Brittany came bounding back to them, "San, you totally have to join me and Mercedes to make a super hot group."

"Sure Britts, as long as Wheezy keeps up it's cool."

"I will drink you under a table, Satan."

"Oh, it's on homegirl."

Quinn laughed and wrapped her arm around Rachel's shoulders, following the now arguing trio. The group headed through the crowd in front of the pyramid and walked towards the next country, Norway, which was visible from its large stave church that rose above everything else.

"So, are you ready for drink number two?"

She saw that Rachel now looked determined, "Yes Quinn, I am certainly ready. Although I was hesitant before we began, we have already succeeded in one country so I do not believe we will have many problems going forward."

Quinn smirked, "I thought you were worried about being drunk already?"

She could see that the smaller girl was embarrassed, "I know I am not drunk yet, but I do feel slightly off."

"Well hopefully you wont end up like me when you're drunk or we might do something we'll regret."

Rachel looked up at her confused, "Why? How are you affected when you are intoxicated?"

"I end up becoming an angry drunk and yell at people, so hopefully you'll be a happy drunk and will be able to keep me in a good mood."

Quinn was having second thoughts about revealing the information she just had when Rachel looked at her concerned. "Quinn, should you be drinking if you have an adverse reaction to alcohol?"

"No, it's not that bad, Rach. Sometimes Santana or someone else annoys me and I get angry and yell at them. And it's usually Santana. For obvious reasons."

"Okay Quinn. I will continue to trust you in this endeavor and will do my best to ensure that you remain in a positive mind-frame to enjoy our day."

"Okay, thanks Rach."

Their conversation was interrupted by Santana shouting from ahead of them, "Hey bitches, move your asses! I wants to get my drink on!"

Seeing that the rest of the group had reached the church, they hurried slightly. "I see that she's completely back to normal."

"Yes, but I would like to believe that she will not be as hostile to me now."

"Don't worry, she acts like she is a gangster but inside she's a softy."

"I thought that it was just the alcohol that caused her to be so emotional during our conversation."

"It probably helped, but her gangster act really is an act, which I'm sure you'll see as soon as we all hang out more often."

They reached the group as they stood in front of the church and everyone looked to Puck for what their next stop would be. "Alright we're at stop number two: Norway. There's a beer cart right outside for those who want that, and there's other drinks inside some little bakery for those who want that."

"Are you referring to Kringla Bekeri Og Café Noah?"

"Yeah Berry that sounds like the one. So meet ya in the middle of the country in 15."

The group began to break up as almost everyone headed to the beer cart with the exception of Sam and Kurt who went around the church in search of the bakery. Quinn turned to Rachel, "So beer?" The blank look she received made her laugh, "Didn't think so. Okay let's find the bakery."

Walking around the church they were met with a cobble stone courtyard surrounded by large stone buildings. Towards the back a waterfall fell next to a ride entrance that the sign named Maelstrom.

"Quinn it's right there."

Following the pointed finger of her girlfriend Quinn saw that the bakery was tucked directly behind the church on the left side of the courtyard. "Let's go then."

They walked around and entered the shop to find ?

Entering the line Quinn looked at the menu to see what options they had alcohol wise. "Looks like it's either Viking Coffee or Bailey's Coffee, unless you want a beer."

"I suppose for the sake of semi-authenticity I would say the Viking Coffee. Oh, and a waffle."

"A waffle? Seriously?"

"I happen to enjoy waffles, thank you very much. It's far more sensible than wanting bacon."

"I could get the sandwich that has bacon on it if you want."

"You will do no such thing. You will buy waffles so that we have a bread product to assist in the absorption of the alcohol."

"Fine, now skedaddle over to Kurt while I order."

"Skedaddle Quinn? Seriously?"

"Just go!"

Quinn watched as her smirking girlfriend went to stand by Kurt and couldn't help be reminded of what Brittany had said earlier about him and Sam. She hadn't thought much of it until the blonde asked for Kurt to be his partner, but now she wasn't so sure.

It would certainly make her life far easier if the other blonde was gay, but she had asked him on their first date and he had said no. She wasn't sure if she believed him anymore and decided that she and Rachel would have to keep an eye on it.

It certainly looked gay after Sam had bought them both coffee and they stood there chatting over it. She finally reached the front and ordered their coffee and two waffles. Getting her order she walked over to Rachel, "Here's your waffle and one coffee to share."

"Thank you Quinn."

Walking back outside she saw that various groups still had to order their beer, so Quinn found the nearest bench and dragged Rachel to sit with her. It wasn't long before Rachel spoke up, "Quinn, I know that many people are skeptical of my sixth sense, but I must inform you that it is detecting that something unexpected is occurring between Kurt and Sam."

Quinn had to laugh, "Rach, that's not your sixth sense, it's gaydar."

"What! But…. Quinn just because we have entered a homosexual relationship does not mean we automatically have gaydar!"

"No, it doesn't, but I'm totally right on this one."

Looking across the courtyard, the two boys were standing rather close and were clearly enjoying their conversation over their coffee.

It took several seconds for Rachel to examine the pair and then turn to Quinn again. "I suppose you may be right, but how do we know? Sam is obviously in the closet and does seem to put a great deal of stock in his popularity."

Quinn knew Rachel was right and that it would be hard for Sam to admit his feelings if they were right. "I don't know. I guess we keep watching and hope that loosened inhibitions are enough."

"Yes I think you have chosen a good course of action Quinn." Quinn smiled at Rachel but could see that her girlfriend had something on her mind. "Quinn, what are you going to do about us and how we would affect your status in school?"

Quinn was shocked by the question and couldn't really answer at first. She finally managed to force out, "I don't know."

"Oh."

Seeing how upset Rachel became at her answer Quinn clarified quickly, "No, Rach, I don't mean it like that, I am not ashamed to be with you. I just… I'm worried about my mom and what she'll do if she finds out."

"I thought you were working things out with your mom?"

"We are, I just don't know whether her newfound caring will extend to a daughter who's gay."

Rachel had a look of understanding on her face as she hugged Quinn from the side on their bench. "I understand, Quinn. I don't want to cause any problems between you and your mother."

"It's okay. I just don't want to lose her again after she tried to fix everything."

They sat there for a while with Rachel leaning into Quinn's side, eating their waffles and drinking their liquored up coffee, Quinn still felt good and sober, but could tell from the flush in Rachel's cheeks that alcohol was beginning to affect her girlfriend. She didn't know how high Rachel's tolerance would be, but if she had to guess, she would guess low.

As she watched the rest of the club finish getting their beer and stand around drinking it, Rachel buried herself further into Quinn's side. "Rach, what are you doing?"

"Mmh, cuddling."

"And why are we cuddling?"

"Because I like our cuddling."

Quinn had to smile at how adorable Rachel was, but the odd looks from Finn made her try to sit Rachel up on her own. "I like our cuddling too, but our childish ex is looking at us weirdly and we don't want him to find out, do we?"

"No." Rachel sat up with a pout on her face. "I wish we could just act like a couple and not have to worry about him."

"Yeah, me too."

They sat and finished their food and drink, while waiting for the others to finish as well. Quinn looked at Rachel's flushed face and asked, "So how are you now?"

"I feel a little warm, but I believe I am still what you would call 'buzzed.'"

"Okay good, just let me know if you want to stop and we will."

"Quinn! Rachel Berry does nothing half way!"

The answer was slightly worrying, but she figured it was better to cross that bridge if it was necessary. Her line of thought was interrupted by the excited yelling of Brittany, "Q! Rach! Come on! I want to go on the ride and you two have to come."

Sharing a quick glance with a bemused Rachel, Quinn answered, "Of course B, anything you want."


Brittany was so happy after her ride with Santana. Santana had decided not to break up Quinn and Rachel, which was good because they would be sad, and Rachel was going to help Santana not get in trouble with Coach, which was good because Coach was mean sometimes, especially when you didn't do what she wanted.

Now that San was going to be good she could forgive her and spend the whole day getting super drunk together with Mercedes. Sure she wanted to be alone with Santana so they could have sweet lady kisses, but she didn't want Mercedes to be with Finn. He was really angry about Quinn and Rachel.

"Britt, you want a beer?"

"Oh, totally San." Britt followed Santana onto the line for beer, but then remembered, "Oh, Mercedes, do you want beer?"

"I'm down Brittany."

Brittany smiled and nodded before turning back to the line, where Santana looked annoyed, "Is she gonna be all up in our business all day?"

"San, be nice, she is my buddy, and I don't want her to have to be with Finn."

"True. I wouldn't want anyone near that man-child right now. He's pissed at Quinn for being so far better at anything romantic than he ever will be and that Berry likes someone he can't compete with."

"Plus he's too big. Q and Rachel are perfect sized for each other, cause even if Rachel is fun sized, Quinn is only a little bigger and fits perfectly."

Santana looked like she didn't like that. "Britt, I might be starting to like Berry, but I don't wanna think about Q and her fitting anything together."

"San that would be hot."

"Ew, god no. Quinn's like our sister, so that's just wrong, and Berry is Berry, so super wrong."

Brittany smiled and linked her pinky with Santana's, "Just say it, you like them together."

"No, definitely not." Brittany kept staring at Santana and she finally cracked, "Alright yes, Q will probably chill out Berry's crazy, and Berry will push Quinn to realize that she doesn't have to be like her mom. Happy?"

"Yes!" Brittany laughed at the uncomfortable look on Santana's face, "Don't worry San, I won't tell anyone that you think Q and Rachel are cute together. I like that I get sweet Santana all to myself."

Brittany wrapped Santana in a hug and continued to wait on the line until they could order three Carlsberg beers. Walking back over to Mercedes they wandered past the church and into the middle of the courtyard where Brittany could see a waterfall in the back. Then suddenly a boat appeared about to fall over the edge.

"San! That boat's gonna fall!"

"What Brit?" Pointing she watched as the boat stopped and then returned back into the cave that the waterfall poured out of.

Brittany gasped, "Is that a ride San? We totally have to go on it when we're done with our beer."

"Sure Brit, anything you want."

"Okay, I want us to sit with Q and Rach too."

Santana groaned and looked over to where the couple was sitting on their bench sharing their drink. "B, I might be happy for them, but they're so cutesy they'll ruin our rep, and I ain't letting preggers mess up my badassness."

"But San, Rachel already knows that you're a softy and everyone knows you love Q even if you are mean to each other. Only Finn wont be happy and that's not a big deal."

"Actually that's enough of a reason itself. Alright I'll sit with the newlyweds."

"Q and Rach got married!"

"Not yet B, but it wouldn't shock me."

Brittany was disappointed it wasn't true, but hoped that they would get married. She drank more of her beer and looked around to see Sam and Kurt. "I'm so happy that Glee is becoming gay."

"What are you talking about Brit-Brit?"

"Sam. He's so gay now, he's like so rainbow when he's with Kurt."

"I knew Bieber was gay. He totes wants his guppy lips all up on that fairy."

"San be nice, he's just scared to be made fun of. You used to be like that too."

"Alright fine, I'll wait till the gays are drunk and making out before I make fun of them, okay?"

"Yup!" Brittany chugged the rest of her beer and threw out her cup. "Now come on San, I want to fall over a waterfall."

Brittany ran over to where Quinn and Rachel were getting their cuddle on and yelled, "Q! Rach! Come on! I want to go on the ride and you two have to come."

"Of course B, anything you want."

Brittany pulled Quinn and Rachel after her and back to where Santana was smirking at them, until Brittany grabbed her as well and dragged them into the line. "Brit, what about everyone else?"

"Kurt and Sam are having so much fun alone, Mercedes, Mike and Tina went shopping, Puck and Artie are getting more beer and Finn wants to hurt Q so I don't like him."

"Oh. I guess it's just us hot bitches then."

Rachel cringed, "Santana, as nice as I find your sentiment since it included me, I must protest the use of your language."

"Lighten up Tiny, it's all good."

Brittany smiled, "Yeah Rach, Santana definitely spoke English and not that weird one that she and Mr. Schue know."

"You mean Spanish B?"

"Quinn this isn't Spanishland, it's Vikingland. Didn't you pay attention to the Vikings?"

"Brittany I think you mean Norway."

Brittany was confused by what Rachel meant, "No way what Rach?"

Quinn and Rachel shared a look, "Never mind Brittany, let us just enjoy the ride."

"Okay!" Brittany led them into the line in front of the door that was right near the waterfall. Looking at the sign she asked, "What does Maelstrom mean?"

"It is a large whirlpool, Brittany, that in mythology is able to swallow whole ships."

"I don't wanna get eaten!"

Santana wrapped an arm around her, "Don't worry Brit, I wouldn't let anything eat you."

"Thanks San!" Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and attacked her girlfriend's lips with abandon. She was so happy that they could make out again that she didn't think about stopping.

"Can you two ever keep it in your pants?"

Santana pulled away from her and smirked at Quinn, "Jealous much Q?"

"You wish S. All of your lonely Quinn jokes don't really make sense anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, whatevs."

Brittany held onto Santana as they walked into the building where the line to the boat was surrounded by giant murals of Norwegian sea exploration and work. As they approached the boats Brittany turned to Santana, "San I want to sit in the back row!"

"Anything you wants, you gets Brits."

"Aw, Santana it is so nice to see you being the kind person that is hidden beneath your hard exterior."

"Stuff it, hobbit."

"Hey! Quit it with the nicknames S!"

"This is how I roll Juno."

"Be nice San."

"Fine"

Brittany didn't notice Quinn and Rachel smirking at the Latina, or her glare back, but they did end up getting the back row of the boat that Brittany wanted. It was a classic dragon-head boat that even Brittany knew that Vikings used. They pulled out of the dock and into a dark tunnel.

Suddenly there was an accented voice in the darkness, "You are not the first to pass this way." The end of the tunnel suddenly had a light shining at them as the voice continued, Nor shall you be the last. Those who seek the spirit of Norway face peril and adventure."

"San I don't think we should go to the light at the end of the tunnel."

"Brit it's a ride we're fine."

"But more often find beauty and charm." They came up to the light and found that it was coming out of the eye of a Viking. "We have always lived with the sea, so look first to the spirit of the seafarer."

They passed by a Viking encampment and a scene of Viking ships going off to the sea, "There are those who see Norway's spirit veiled in a land of forests and mystery. Where trolls still walk the waters edge."

"Trolls? San why would there be little pink haired men walking near the water in Norway?"

"Wrong trolls B."

"How dare you come here?"

"Invaders!"

"Stop! This is troll country!"

A three-headed troll had appeared in front of them with its angry declarations. "Go away! Go away! Be gone! I'll cast a spell! Yes! Yes! You'll disappear! Disappear! Disappear! Back! Back! Over the falls!"

The boat reversed course and headed backwards down another tunnel, passing polar bears in an arctic landscape. "Before recorded time, Norway's spirit ruled the North Seas and beyond. Today Norway's spirit still remains in the great fjords."

They had entered a fjord and finally backed up over the waterfall in front of another troll before they went down a waterfall on the inside.

"Wooh!" Brittany yelled and threw her hands up, only to realize that the fall was already over. "Aw, no fun."

They passed into the middle of a thunderstorm among North Sea oil rigs. "Norway's spirit has always been, and will always be: Adventure." They pulled through a Norwegian town before docking and climbing out.

Brittany felt a major sense of letdown after the short ride, "I wanted to go down a big waterfall. That was the smallest waterfall ever."

"Well Brittany, there are plenty of other rides here in Walt Disney World that would provide the experience that you are seeking. I can assist you in choosing some if you would like."

"Really Rachel?" At the brunette's smiling nod Brittany threw her arms around her in a massive hug, "Thank you Rachel! You're so awesome! Isn't she awesome guys?"

Quinn smiled widely, "Yeah, B, I think Rach is pretty awesome too."

They stood looking at the fourth member of their group, "San?"

"What? Oh, alright fine, Berry you're pretty nice for someone who probably can't reach the pedals and drive a car. Happy?"

"Yes!" Was resoundingly echoed from all three of the others.

They walked through the town and entered into a theater where everyone was seemingly walking right out the other side. "C'mon B, I ain'ts waiting for this movie."

"Santana! This is a very educational experience! You can't just walk out!"

"Watch me Berry."

Brittany decided that Santana was right since she didn't want to learn anything either. They weren't in school so why even wait? Plus she didn't like learning very much anyway.

They headed out while Quinn and Rachel remained behind to watch the movie. Waling out they ended up in a gift shop where there were a lot of random items from Norway. Brittany immediately grabbed a Viking helmet and put it on. "Look San, I'm a warrior!"

"Damn straight, sexiest warrior I've ever seen."

Brittany put it back and they wandered around until Santana started laughing, "What San?"

"Look at this!" She walked over to a section filled with troll dolls. "They look like Berry!"

Brittany looked at them and saw that they were tan and short with really big noses. "San that's not nice. Rachel helped you, you should be nicer to her."

"But…" Brittany frowned at her and Santana sighed, "Fine, Brit. But Glee will be far less fun now."

"What? Are we gonna stop singing and dancing?"

"No, B. We're still gonna dance."

"Yay!" They continued through the store until they reached the outside and were back into the courtyard. "San, what are we gonna do now?"

"I don't really know Brit, guess we gots to wait for the walking guide book and find out."

"We have a walking guide book? A guide book can walk?"

"No B, I meant Rachel. She knows what's going down so we got to wait for her."

"Okay, but I want to get back to drinking soon."

"Yeah, me too Brit."

They wandered around waiting for everyone to meet back up in the middle, until Quinn and Rachel finally showed back up. "Took you two long enough."

"Well Santana if you had stayed you wouldn't have had to wait."

"Whatever, Brit wants to know what's next."

Rachel turned on lecture mode, "Well that would be the Chinese pavilion, which is next if we continue on our current course around the lake."

"Chinese? Isn't that where Mike and Tina are from?"


Mike tried not to get annoyed since it was Brittany and he knew that she one, didn't actually know better, and two, wouldn't try to be hurtful to them since they were close with their shared love for dance. But it was still annoying to have to hear more about them being Chinese all the time. Even if it was true for him.

He was about to correct her when Rachel cut in, "No Brittany, although China is in Asia where both of their ancestors came from, they are both from America. If you were technically talking about their ancestors, then yes Mike does have a Chinese heritage, but Tina's heritage is Korean."

Mike was stunned to know that Rachel knew where they were actually from, but was grateful that she had explained it. "Oh. Well can we go then? Me and San want to drink."

A chorus of agreement went up and Mike joined in, as he was ready to continue as well. "Yes, well just follow me."

They followed Rachel and Quinn as they led them back out of the courtyard toward the edge of the lake and then left toward a large gateway that clearly looked Chinese. Before they got to the gate leading into the main area of the pavilion, Puck finally seemed to realize that he was the one who knew about the spots to go to. "Yo, Berry the drink stand is called the Joy of Tea Stand."

"You mean that place right there Noah?"

They looked to the right and saw that outside of the gate there was a stand across the way, right on the water. "Oh… yeah, nice call Berry."

Mike shook his head and walked over with Tina to look at the menu of the stand. "Babe, what do you want?"

The goth girl turned and answered, "Can you get me the Mango Gingerita?"

"Anything for you babe."

Mike got on line while Tina went to stand with the others who didn't have ID's. He ended up behind Quinn in the line, so he asked, "So how's everything going with you and Rachel?"

The blonde turned and smiled, "Great. I'm a little worried for her doing this drinking game, but other than that everything's perfect."

"That's good, I'm happy for you Quinn."

"Thanks, Mike."

The boy looked around and saw Santana and Brittany all over each other again after their odd morning, so he figured Quinn might know happened. "So, what happened between your minions and how'd Santana make up for it?"

Quinn scowled, "They aren't my 'minions' Mike."

"Sure they aren't."

"Whatever. And to answer your question I honestly don't know, but Rachel talked to Santana and everything's back to normal so I won't question it."

Mike laughed, "Yeah, probably a good idea."

They passed through the line until they got to order, where Quinn ordered the Canto Loopy and he got Tina's Mango Gingerita and a Tsing Tao beer. They walked them back to their girlfriends and passed them their drinks. "Quinn, what did you purchase for us this time?"

"It's cantelope juice and vodka, so try and not down it like you did the margarita."

"Quinn! I am perfectly in control of myself."

"For now."

Although the last part was said under his friend's breath he knew that everyone heard it and he couldn't help his chuckle. Unfortunately Tina did as well and Rachel had heard it all and decided to take a very large gulp.

"Rach! Stop that!"

Quinn grabbed the drink away and held it away from Rachel. "That's what you get for being a meanie Quinn."

"Rach, I'm not trying to be mean, but you are tiny and I don't want you getting too drunk."

Rachel started pouting, "Fine."

Mike and Tina couldn't help the laughter at the couple's banter and the fact that Quinn was actually able to get Rachel to calm down when she could easily have diva'd out. "It's nice that you two calm down the worst in each other."

He probably should have shut his mouth, as he received identical glares and a simultaneous, "What does that mean?"

"Uh, just that Quinn seems to stop any diva-ness from Rachel, and Rachel brings out nice Quinn."

"Friend or not I will smack you Mike."

"Uh-oh, scary Quinn, time to bounce."

He gave her a quick smile, took Tina's hand and began to walk away. They walked through the pavilion and Mike did appreciate the effort to bring at least a part of the culture of his ancestors to life. They walked under the gate and into the pavilion, over footbridges and ponds and through bamboo groves, just enjoying their drinks and each other's company.

They came out into the center of the pavilion and ended up in front of a large store with a sign that read The Yong Feng Shangdian Shop. Tina turned to him, "You wanna go in and get our fix of Asian culture?"

"Sure, you know I'm missing eating dim-sum every night."

Missing her eye roll they entered and found that the shop was actually not really touristy at all and was fairly nice. Wandering around they looked among china teapots, jade carvings, oriental carpets, and even a jewelry section. "This is actually really nice."

Mike looked down at Tina, "Yeah, it does actually make China look good, which is nice with all the bad publicity we get most of the time."

Walking back out of the store they headed back out to the front of the pavilion where others of the club seemed to gather to head on to the next country. They were gathering near a bridge that led on to the next part of the Showcase.

As they approached Mike could see that the alcohol was beginning to get to some of the less experienced members, especially Rachel who was flushed and trying her best to keep all of Quinn's attention on her while she buried her face in the blonde's chest. Mike wondered what the two would do when Finn saw them cuddling all day, but figured Quinn would deal with it like she always did: by being extremely possessive and angry. He hoped this didn't cause any problems.


Rachel loved the new drink that Quinn had gotten them in China. Not only was it flavored with a delicious fruit juice, but it had also left her feeling great. She could feel her cheeks and ears heating up as a warmth filled her chest. She couldn't help the unstoppable urge that she had to be near Quinn and she was acting on it freely by taking advantage of her place under Quinn's arm to lean her head against the blonde's chest.

"Quinn! What was the name of the drink you got us?"

"It was called a Canto Loopy Rach."

Haha, loopy, Quinn! That's a great name! I feel loopy right now! Can we have another?"

"No Rach, we most certainly are not getting another right now."

Rachel was confused and started her patented pouting face, "Why not? It was so delicious and I feel so awesome!"

"Rach you are getting drunk quick, and we need you to slow down or we're gonna have problems."

"I'm not drunk." Rachel kept pouting but buried herself further into Quinn and without even thinking about it changed subjects, "Quinn? Can we go somewhere by ourselves? I wanna kiss you, but we cant with Finn around."

"No Rach, we told Schue we would stay with the group and if we don't who knows what he might do to punish us. I don't want him to take away any songs from you."

Rachel knew that Quinn had a point, but her head was fuzzy and she wasn't thinking perfectly straight. All she could focus on was that Quinn didn't want to go anywhere with her. "Do…do you not want me anymore?"

"What! What are you talking about?"

"You don't want to drink with me and you don't want to kiss me. Please don't leave me Quinn."

Quinn pulled her tighter to her body. "Rach, I'm not going anywhere. You're making this all up in your head and the alcohol is talking. You know I only want you."

Rachel felt a hundred times better, "Aw, Quinnie! I only want you too!"

"Quinnie?"

"What? I like it. I think it shows the sweet side of you that you have shown me over the last three days."

"I don't mind a nickname Rach, but Quinnie is what my Mom calls me. I would prefer something else from my girlfriend."

Rachel started giggling uncontrollably into Quinn's shoulder, "Okay fine! But I will have to think of a new nickname and it might take some time."

"It doesn't matter what you call me Rach, I'll still feel the same way about you."

Rachel felt her chest swell and took a minute to enjoy everything that had happened in the 72 hours since they had left school on Friday. She already felt so much closer too and happier with Quinn than she ever had with Finn, and she was believed that she had become friends with Santana, her other main tormentor. She didn't know what else could possibly make what she had better.

Unfortunately her bubble was burst by the more enthusiastic than ever Noah, "Yo! Three down, eight to go! Time to move on to Germany and get our Oktoberfest on!"

Rachel missed why this was exciting, but the rest of the club other than them seemed to be very excited to go drink beer. They moved out of China and across a bridge to a small area that was set up like an African outpost. "Rach, I thought Germany was next?"

"Yes, it is, Quinn, but there is a small outpost first that rather pitifully represents the entirety of Africa. I have to say that I am rather offended by its portrayal of the country of my people."

"What are you talking about? You're Jewish."

"I am half African-American Quinn!"

"I know that one of your Dad's is black Rach, but—"

"But nothing Quinn!"

"I'm not trying to upset you Rach, but don't you look like your Jewish dad?"

Rachel felt herself deflate, "Quinn my looks come almost exclusively from my mother."

She could feel Quinn tense up and knew that this conversation was going badly. "Oh, Shelby…right."

Trying to redirect Rachel hurried to respond, "So! I will continue to feel that my African ancestors are being underrepresented and I would like your support in my efforts!"

"Sure Rach."

Rachel got a small smile from Quinn before they headed towards the two small buildings that made up the outpost. Rachel knew that they would need to have a conversation about Shelby and Beth one day, but she didn't want to have it now. She was having a tremendous amount of fun on their vacation, and was even enjoying their drinking adventure. There was no way that their awkward familial ties would affect them this week.

She saw that Puck and Artie were heading over to one of the buildings, which she identified as the Refreshment Cool Post. "Where are they going?"

"To get more beer."

"Oh! Can we?"

"Not yet."

"Why?"

She knew that her whining was probably unbecoming but Quinn just smiled at her, "Because miss diva, you need to wait some more before you have another."

"Fine, but I am most certainly having another in Germany. I have found that this is very enjoyable."

"Okay, fine. But I want you drinking water and eating too. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"That is so sweet Quinn! Don't worry, whatever you think is best I will do Quinn, as I trust you and your judgment."

"Then let's do it."

Rachel held onto Quinn as they waited for the boys to get more beer and she wondered what else could possibly happen on this trip to change their worlds any more than they already had. But whatever it was she wasn't afraid because she knew that Quinn would be there with her.

A/N: Sorry this took so long but school has been unbelievably hectic the last two weeks and I didn't have any time to work on this. Trying to go through everyone's POV qt least once while drinking around the world so the rest of this day in story will end up being a few chaps, but it will set up everything for the rest of the story with different plot points set up starting with this one so it's important enough to take a few chaps to do.