Hey guys, sorry about the wait but I decided to wait for the Christmas buzz to pass before I posted. This chapter is pretty jammed with stuff, so I hope you enjoy.

Also, for those who have seen Special Education, is anyone just a little annoyed at Finn? I have like a whole rant on it in my profile at the bottom, and in my other story if anyone is interested. Don't want to spoil the episode for people who haven't seen it, otherwise I would rant again here. Hey, I'm opinionated what are you gonna do…

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I would probably buy a boat and not bother with this story…

"Puck, this has got to be by far the worst idea you've ever come up with," Finn plainly stated.

Afternoon jobs were nearing its end, and when Puck coincidently discovered four of the Vocal Adrenaline boys; Broady, Jesse, Alex and Declan, all in cabin A (Daniel and Liam were cooking), he decided to snatch the duck tape in Finn's bag as fast as possible. He then proceeded to tape the door shut, jamming the knob and sealing the boys inside. They had spent a gruelling minute already banging on the discrepant wood, bellowing at Puck to let them out. Alex especially was unhappy, due to a certain phobia related to small spaces.

"Did you miss the whole Quinn getting pregnant thing Hudson?" Puck replied, returning from the kitchen with tomato sauce in his hand, completely discounting the noises from inside the cabin.

"What the hell Puck? What's with the sauce? We are so gonna get caught! I'm telling you this is not a good idea!"

"Oh stop whining, the leaders, Schue and the Rachel's hot mom are all having their own little gathering. We will be fine."

Puck began to lift the bottle of sauce up, stretching his arms so the top reached the slight crack between the door and roof. He was about to gently squeeze, when Kurt came bursting from the kitchen, wailing and rapidly approaching Puck with his arms desperately stretched out.

"NO!" Kurt tackled Puck's arm so that it flew away from the door, holding it firmly in place so that the bottle was upside-down. "Puck I won't let you do this! My bed is in there, and I don't have spare sheets!"

Puck scowled, then quickly flicking his arm, he forcefully pushed his way back upwards, yanking Kurt's grip away with his spare hand. The bottle was now pointing directly at Kurt, who held his arm up in surrender.

"Back. Away. Kurt."

Kurt began shaking in fear, bringing his arms downward to cover his uniform.

"Just so you know, if something happens to my bed I'm calling my lawyer!"

"You don't have a phone?" Finn queried.

"When I get back!"

"Gigantor! Puckerman! Kurt! We can hear you out there! Let us out of already!" Jesse's banging and hollering brought the three boys attention back towards the door, where four boys were still waiting to get out.

Puck, with his attention brought back to the cabin and away from the terrified gay boy, returned the tomato sauce to its former position, tensing his muscles so he could squeeze as powerfully as possible.

"Let it be known," Finn announced, "I had nothing to do with this!"

Then, Puck squeezed. Almost instantaneously after the 'squirt' sounded (what Puck what later describe as the bottle doing a fart) the boys inside the cabin began to ferociously yell. First came the waves of shock and surprise, then the pure rage emerged and the door began to shudder at the command of the four boys inside.

"Screw you Puckerman! Now suffer as I destroy your bed with your own cruelty!"

"NOO!" Kurt again cried out in response to Jesse's comment, throwing himself towards the door before Puck sprang to restrain him.

"It's worth it Kurt!"He tried to convince him.

Finn seemed to be the only one silent in the hail of shouts that surrounded him, and he had to push his fingers into his temple to try and prevent a headache. All the noise though attracted other unwanted attention, and both Daniel and Liam materialised from the kitchen, suspicious of what was happening. Mike was close behind, his curiosity also reaching breaking point.

"What the hell is going on?" Liam demanded while Puck was still holding Kurt.

"Liam!" Alex yelled from inside, "Get us out of here! I'm hyper ventilating!"

Although Puck wouldn't hesitate to withhold Kurt, trying to stop Liam was a different matter. He was definitely more bulky, and honestly had not done much to piss Puck off. So without interference, Liam was able to angrily approach the door, ripping the tape off so even some bits of wood flew away with it. Finally, the door opened. This proved to be a grave mistake though, at least, for Puck it was.

"You son of a bitch!" Alex howled at Puck when, immediately stomping from the cabin. Unknowingly to Puck, he had also charged his arm, curling his fist and swinging in a smooth, rapid motion aiming to land squarely on Puck's jaw. However, with his experienced reflexes, Puck was able to move back at the last second, causing the arm to miss and instead bruise his shoulder. It hurt…a lot. Puck had to admit, Alex could join his fight club any day.

"What the hell man!" Puck screamed back, quickly ducking another swing, then thrust his arms out to clutch at Alex's collar, doing a full revolution before hurling him harshly into the wall. The other guys were flooding out at that point, rather taken back by the sudden violence that had emitted from Alex. They were pissed, but not that pissed. Then again, he had another reason to be upset.

"You don't just shut people with claustrophobia into practically airtight cabins you bastard!" The animosity in his voice was unmistakable, and it was even more blatant in his fist. Things were getting even more out of control as another one came swinging in Puck's direction, and like a pro he dodged once again.

"Oh so sorry, I get how the whole three other guys and tight spaces can be tempting for you! Next time I'll keep your sexual frustration and desperation in mind!"

Alex could only smile at Puck's smug comment however, adding with a firm shove, "Yeah I bet if I stuck you and Quinn in there you would do her all over again right? Ruin her life all over again? No wonder she gave away the kid, what with a father like you!"

Then, the ducking ceased, and Puck returned the fire. Blow after blow the boys went at it and the surrounding viewers were cringing after each blow, but quite afraid to get close to the conflict. If one of them didn't get hurt, the leaders would do that for them. The noise must have been attracting some sort of attention by that point.

Finn by this time had removed his hands from his pained head, and began to shout at the two boys to try and calm them down. Jesse and the other boys were also attempting to, and even Kurt was yelling at a safe distance. Eventually they realised the shouting wasn't helping, and when Puck rammed Alex into the wall, followed by him receiving a painful elbow to his spine, Jesse and Finn finally tried to intervene.

Finn and Jesse both reached their respective team members while Puck was bent over, digging is fist into Alex shoulder, and Alex was trying to get a solid grasp on Puck's head. Finn took a cautious step forward, solidly grabbing Puck's hips and trying to pull him away from a waiting Alex. The second he grasped Puck however, he felt a harsh fist colliding with the side of his head, and sending Finn sprawling on the ground, head crashing into the wooden railing. Puck obviously had been unaware of who was trying to restrain him, and the arm instinctively came flying out. Luckily his momentary distraction did not prove to be a problem, as Alex had spent the lost second jabbing Jesse in the stomach, elbowing the air out of the lead. Jesse ended up curled on the veranda just like Finn, helpless and groaning in pain. When no one thought the fight could be stopped; Donnell, Handlan, and Mr Schue made their appearance.

"HEY!" With their arrival, the fight was over as quick as it began. Donnell had ripped Alex away from Puck, who he was still desperately attempting to claw at, and had pinned him to the wall as if he was getting arrested. Will on the other hand had one armed tucked under and around Puck, holding his chest firmly with his forearm at a safe distance away from his nemesis.

"Puck, this is not your' fight club do you understand!" Puck did not respond to Will, keeping his eyes locked on a squeamish Alex, but he did relax in Mr Schue's grip. However, Will decided to keep him in that hold just in case.

"Handlan!" Donnell ordered, "Get all the other ones out here will you? We can find out what happened. And don't you boys think you're going anywhere!"

"Adrian!" Just as Finn and Jesse were both gradually rising, Sandra was hurriedly ascending the short steps, pausing momentarily when she noticed separate boys' stances. "Umm…we sort of need you at the girl's dorm."

"Them too?" Donnell impatiently yelled, trying to comfort himself by rubbing his head with his free hand. "You know what; just bring them to the campfire. All of them."

He was holding a solid, cold and soothing ice pack to his eye when she saw him.

"Finn!" Rachel sprinted up to Finn with extreme worry, smashing into him and almost knocking him off the log he was comfortably seated at. If she wasn't so small and he wasn't so enormous, then there was no doubt Finn would have catapulted back onto the bricks below. But the way his head was feeling, the bruising contact wasn't welcomed, so it didn't make a difference. To avoid any further displeasure, he lifted them both up to a standing position so he could steady himself and prepare for further contact.

"Oww, Rach!" At his pained tone, Rachel swiftly untangled her arms from around Finn's neck, then quickly grasped his head in her hands, examining the arising, indigo bump that was forming alongside his left eyelid.

"What happened? What it Jesse? Cause I swear I will kill him if he…!"

"No it wasn't. You see Puck…"

"Puck!" Rachel interrupted, briskly turning her head to Finn's best friend, who was in possession of many ice packs himself. Puck simply threw his hands out apologetically, and returned to caring for his own wounds. Quinn also arrived to lend him a hand, only she was less worried than Rachel, merely rolling her eyes and criticising her boyfriend.

"Don't worry Rachel, it was just an accident. He apologised already."

With that Rachel sighed, sadly gazing at her boyfriend's injury before slowly leaning up on her toes, and cupping his cheek so she could kiss the bruise. However she halted when suddenly Wyatt growled at her.

"Hey! You know the rules!" Rachel was forced to return her foot to a horizontal position, and gestured to Wyatt in annoyance.

"Well can I at least hug him? My poor boyfriend is in torment!"

Wyatt scoffed at her comment, but was smiling nevertheless. One thing Rachel had noticed about him was that he was less strict then Donnell, perhaps because he was younger. "Fine, but make it quick! And stop being a sook."

Finn was about to protest, but Rachel's warm embrace was satisfying, so he quickly snapped him mouth shut. Surprisingly, he did feel Rachel's soft lips briefly brush against his eyelid just long enough for Wyatt to notice her rebellion.

"Hey!" Rachel just slightly poked her tongue out at the Private, who unexpectedly just shook his head humorously and made no further comment. Noticing the encounter, Finn thought he would give it a go, and bent over eagerly to return a kiss to his girlfriend. Unfortunately Wyatt was less inclined to allow that.

"Ah! That's enough! She's not injured."

He sighed in disappointed, but when he detected Rachel's warm smile the feeling quickly disappeared, and he was almost happy that Puck had smashed his arm into his face.

"So can I have a kiss too? I'm sort of hurting over here." Jesse's arrogant statement alerted Finn and Rachel to his presence, but both their glaring looks persuaded him to back away. "Maybe tomorrow then…"

Jesse left Finn's vision, who frustratingly growled at the constant annoyance that was his rival. Looking back at Rachel however, he had to smile at the cute expression that was formed from crumpling her eyebrows and cheeks together angrily. She noticed his amusement, playfully placing her hands on her hips questioningly.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're just adorable." Finn complimented with a grin. Rachel smiled in return.

"Well I must admit myself that that uniform is rather flattering on you…"

"Flattering?"

"Fine, sexy."

Finn chuckled. "Well you know I reckon when I get home maybe I can borrow my dad's old one just to please you," he flashed a teasing smile, "One of your dad's wouldn't happen to be a nursery would they?"

"You mean a nurse…"

Finn's smile dissipated, "Had to ruin the moment didn't you." However Finn's smile returned when he heard his girlfriend giggle, and for some reason in that moment the previous events didn't matter. But Rachel also brought him back to reality.

"Well since that won't be for a while perhaps we should just sit down and care for that battle wound of yours," Rachel winked.

Bowing slightly, Finn indicated back towards the log, outstretching his hand to Rachel. "After you ma'am."

So Rachel and Finn both proceeded to take a seat, basking in each other's company and smiling while they could before Donnell would address them.

On the other side of the campfire, the coaches were in pain. Mental pain.

"Will," Shelby began, "I am so sorry…this is just a disaster."

"Hey!" Will immediately replied, "Don't start apologising, I mean I didn't even have an idea! And come on let's be honest if throwing these kids into a survival and teamwork camp for five days doesn't work what will?"

Will's comforting smile somehow was making Shelby feel better; he just had a way of finding the right words at the right time.

"I just…I don't know. I feel like I'm letting these guys down you know? I mean I'm the coach! And sorry if I'm making you feel crappy but…you know I'm supposed to be able to do these things, to show them how to fix their problems! To teach them morals," She inhaled sharply. "But after only two days I'm beginning to think it's hopeless."

'I don't believe that," Will firmly stated, resulting in a curious glance from Shelby. "I mean look at us for example, we get along perfectly fine!"

Shelby chuckled. "We aren't moody teenagers Will, and not to mention we were both conspirators in quite a steamy make out session…"

"But we are the representations of our glee clubs. You successful, amazingly talented, stunningly beautiful and widely known! Someone who knows exactly what she has, and has the brilliant abilities to make the best of it! Then there is me, average; a failure with enough talent that he maybe could have made something special with it, but too stupid to give it a shot. So now I'm underrated, but still coming back because I have the slightest hope that someday something will change. That I can make something out of those kids that I couldn't make of myself…The only one that doesn't seem to need it is Rachel, but then I guess we know where she gets that quality," Will added with a smile, looking back towards the kids.

Shelby laughed once again. "You know, you really have a way with words."

"I've had a lot of practice…all these moody kids just can't seem to stop having problems."

He turned his head back toward Shelby, and awkwardly, their eyes met. For a moment, the two coaches really absorbed one another's presence. They were almost complete opposites, but still incredibly close and found more similarities than there should exist between two such people. Shelby had to admit Will was strong. She was just thrown into the Glee business, basically handed certain victory on a silver platter, yet he had to really educate his kids, and show them they had potential. To get as far as Will had gotten was truly remarkable, and difficult not to appreciate.

Shelby realised they had been silent for a long time, and quickly tore her eyes away to return to reality.

"Still, if tomorrow doesn't work I don't know what will. I mean what else could you do?"

Will nodded, "Yeah well it will be either a complete success or huge disaster! I sure hope Adrian knows what he was doing because for a second even I was mortified. I mean it is quite a drastic measure and I'm not sure the kids will handle it well."

"Don't worry; he always has a plan and system. And he is an expert, so the kids should be fine. Oh look, here he comes now."

Will looked over towards Donnell who was marching angrily towards the campfire, ready for his assault.

"Guess this is our cue."

"STAND UP!"

Everyone saw Donnell coming, but his roaring command still jolted some kids, and they stood up rather sloppily at his command.

"Sergeant Donnell sir…" Andrea attempted, but was quickly cut off.

"I didn't say speak!"

The next many seconds were very uncomfortable. Donnell just spent the next seconds circling the campfire, death staring each student until they flinched. After making them suffer and shake until they couldn't balance, Donnell decided to speak again.

"In all my life, I have never encountered such a group of idiots." Students began gasping at his unnecessary and unprofessional words, but he overpowered them with the authority in his voice. "You come to teamwork camp, and each and everyone one of you are naïve enough to think playing pranks is actually going to solve something."

Rachel immediately found the urge to burst out, but Santana beat her. "But sir! They were the ones who put a mouse in our food!" She yelled, waving her finger accusingly.

"Don't try that with me!" He bellowed. "You have no right to speak after that not so subtle alarm clock trick you played this morning!"

Rachel gaped. How did everyone find out about it! She glanced over to the Vocal Adrenaline girls to try and pinpoint a culprit who may have spilled, but they seemed just as surprised as Rachel was.

"Yeah, that's right," he continued, "I knew! You don't think I can't tell something's up when one entire team shows up and the other doesn't!"

"Wait!" Andrea quickly interceded, "So why the hell did we still have to run laps if you knew we did nothing wrong!"

Unexpectedly, Donnell stepped back, allowing Will and Shelby to step forward to answer her question.

"Because," Will started, "For you guys to truly understand your mistakes you have to experience the consequences. It's no use just us telling you it's wrong and you not knowing why. You had to see for yourselves how bad it would get if you just kept pushing each other to the limit."

"I mean," Shelby continued, "Are any of you happy right now? Seriously? It's getting dark and cold, you are now going without a proper dinner, we have injured boys spread around the place and more than ever you guys hate each other. What have you achieved?"

The group stayed deathly quiet and solemn when she finished. They all consumed the coaches' words little by little; trying to find any excuse as to why what they did could be reasonable. But they all came up empty, and when Mr Schue believed they had reflected enough, he added a final statement.

"We are just…disappointed in you guys. We expected more out of you and I can do nothing but believe you do as well, as little as you like to show it."

With that, the coaches stepped back again and Donnell appeared at the helm.

"Alright, now all of you are going to be doing some lovely weeding in the 'high ropes' area for me as punishment." There were numerous groans, but they ceased at his next statement. "Shall I make it two areas?"

At that moment Rachel squeezed Finn's hand, searching for comfort. Weeding was one of her least favourite jobs in the world; she would take almost anything else. But of course, there was no arguing against Donnell, and within five minutes she had extracted her first thorny plant.

Alex was angry. More like furious, still having not completely recovered from the Puck debacle earlier on. Yanking the plants out as ferociously as he could, the soil spattered everywhere, spraying dirt over his face and uniform, not helping his mood. More like tainting it. Santana,who was next to him, just laughed.

"What?" he demanded.

"You are such an idiot," she chuckled back.

"Why? Because I don't like plants with thorns?"

"No because you are stupid enough to challenge Puck! He's in a fight club you know…and plus the cabin is like three metres wide, what type of claustrophobia do you have!"

Alex scoffed. "You would understand if you were me okay! And I do kick-boxing, I think I did fine thank you very much! Had some pretty good shots…and why do you even care? He your boyfriend or something?"

'No, I just sleep with him. Although that activity did decrease after he got together with Quinn, but we still have fun sometimes…"

Alex shook his head in disbelief. "What a player!"

"Oh yeah like you aren't!" Santana fired.

'Hey! I am a bastard; not a man whore! At least I have some dignity! Which is more than I can say for you…"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know guys might actually be interested in more than just sleeping with you if you weren't such a bitch! You are incredibly hot, pretty damn smart, and could have any guy you are interested in bowing before you! But instead you give it to the first one that wants action!"

"What I do with my life is none of your business! Why do you care anyway?"

"I…I don't okay! It's just another reason why you New Directions people are such idiots!" Alex was beyond frustrated by this point, and decided it would be better for him to storm away and work on a new section. Santana on the other hand was left behind, bewildered at his outburst, contemplating Vocal Adrenaline's sanity for a hundredth time.

"OW!" It was the eighth time that night that Rachel had cut herself on a sharp, hungry thorn, and Liam who was working next to her could not withhold a sigh.

"You really should stop trying to claw at those thorns you know."

"Well they are annoying me!" She defensively yelled.

Giving up, Liam just rolled his eyes and continued work. They had been going for almost an hour by this time, and the 'high ropes' area which they had to clear was beginning to actually look neat and tidy without the irritating plants sticking their heads out from the ground. But everyone was cold and tired, and especially hungry. Those elements did not mix with teenagers, and everyone seemed moody.

"Everything okay over here?" Shelby queried.

Rachel angled her body so she could see her mother, whose face was barely recognisable in the dark.

"Yeah, I'm just getting assaulted by thorns and not eating my omelette. Really, every time I think Vocal Adrenaline can't get worse they do something to destroy me!"

Liam rolled his eyes, and wanted to comment, but his coach had won that race.

"Rachel, we both know that the mouse isn't the first flame that was set!"

Not expecting Shelby's comment, Rachel was rather taken aback. "Huh?"

"You and your team messed with the alarm clocks long before any mice were found." She firmly stated.

"Okay, but still we didn't go so far! That just crossed the line!"

But Shelby just shook her head firmly, dismissing the statement. "Your action may have just been what pushed my girls over the edge! Look I don't approve of two wrongs make a right, but Rachel you have to stop this innocent act and start taking responsibility for your actions. None of you can seem to accept your own mistakes and that has to stop!"

Shelby was unsure of how Rachel would take her short pep talk. Her daughter was mostly just glaring unhappily back, and it was nerve-racking anticipating her response.

However, Rachel finally spoke. "So is this how you plan to get closer to your biological daughter?" It sounded like a challenge, and as usual, Shelby met it without hesitation.

"Rachel, I promised I would try and be your mother, not that I would agree with you on everything. I'm showing a little of what It would have been like had I actually kept you. There is no way I would just let you get away with everything, as no parent should do. I'm trying to teach you morals, and if you don't like that then I'm sorry but we would not have made a very good family."

Rachel admired Shelby's complete confidence in her statement, and couldn't help curving her lips upwards into a smile, which in turn slowed Shelby's own unhealthy and rapid heartbeat.

"That isn't a bad answer."

Shelby winked, "That's because I don't have any."

They both laughed, but realising Rachel had a job to do Shelby decided to leave her to it and return to Adrian. The kids were almost done and there was one more matter to take care of.

"Adrian..." she called out as she approached him. "I think we should tell them now. They will be done in like five minutes."

He nodded, "Shall I tell them?"

"No," she firmly replied, "Me and Will should do this. It would be better coming from us, and plus I think in this case stopping them from yelling at you would be impossible."

Donnell smiled. "Okay then, I think they have learnt their lesson. Let's round them up!"

"What do you think they want to talk to us about?" Finn asked Rachel as they lowered themselves down onto the same log at the campfire.

"Hopefully: showers and dinner."

From the moment she saw Will and Shelby's expressions, Rachel knew she was wrong. There was a dread glistening in their eyes, and their lips seemed hesitant, as if opening would bear a grave consequence. But once the students were all comfortable and quite, Will broke the silence anyway.

"Okay guys, we brought you back here so we could talk about tomorrow for a moment." Making sure he had all of their focus, Will continued. "The two activities you had today; they both had a purpose."

"Wasting our time…" Nikita murmured, but Mr Schue did not acknowledge it.

"You learnt about maps and compasses today because tomorrow, you will be using those techniques. Tomorrow, you are all going rogaining."

"What the hell is that?" Mike asked.

Shelby answered. "It is where you are given a map with a certain point or points that you must find and get to within a certain time."

"What does that have to do with socks?" Finn asked.

"The sock activity was important because…you will all be going with the person you were paired up with."

Rachel froze. The hand that was nestled safely on Finn's knee suddenly hardened, and at the same time Finn completely stiffened next to her. Both their breaths shortened until they barely breathing, and Rachel had to suck a bucket load of air before playing the sentence back in her head. It wasn't hard to understand why the two teenagers were terrified. If they were going in those pairs, Rachel would be going with Andrea, and Finn would go with Jesse. Those four students were perhaps the most petrified teenagers in that moment, none of them saying a word but simply gaping at their respective coaches. Puck was next on the list, being paired up with the only boy he had had a real fight with. Alex. Puck ended up being the first to speak…

"This…has got to be the stupidest idea I have ever heard! And I've known Brittany for years!" He erupted dangerously, and Brittany nodded.

Will however had one last horrific fact to add.

"Guys…you will be handcuffed together. You will be handcuffed in your pairs while you go."

It was a very long time before Puck spoke again. "I stand corrected…"

If Rachel could open her mouth wider, she would break her jaw. And Finn could not stiffen more, or he would become a statue. No one spoke; it must have been twenty seconds before they all could really process what had just been said. Somehow, they all came to their senses at the same time, and the coaches prepared for an onslaught.

"Are you kidding me?"

"You guys are insane!

"Why do I feel like I'm in prison?"

"I feel like Donnell is going to suddenly tear his clothes off and Hitler is going to jump out…"

"Handcuffed? We aren't your puppets!"

'Who the hell though this could work!"

"Do you want me to die? Is that it?"

"Wait till my dads hear about this! They will be furious!" Rachel added as a final statement before Shelby replied, having to scream over the protests.

"We already called your parents! All of them, and each have agreed to the activity. Donnell will be supplying walkie talkies and GPS chips for your safety, and every two hours you will have check in at different checkpoints so we know you are okay. Trust me you we all be safe, but the rest is up to you."

Rachel could barely hear anything over her own thoughts, but the sheer realisation that her dads agreed was enough to make her face go red.

"How could they do this to me? How useful is a lawyer in this situation?"

"And we have to carry stuff! Oh what is this!"

"So, does this like mean I'm going to jail? Because I have people to say goodbye to…" Brittany asked.

"What are we actually looking for?" Broady asked.

"And how am I going to go rogaining with a kid in a wheelchair?" Liam reasonably questioned.

Mr Schue had to continue before the comments overwhelmed him. "Okay, guys listen up. To answer your question Liam, we have a special path for you and Artie so you will still be perfectly capable to participate." Artie scowled, and hung his head in disappointment. "And, I'm sure to your delight; all of you are looking for the key to your handcuffs. However if anyone returns by themselves, you will be begging for weeds again are we clear? Just think of it as the quicker you find the key, the faster the handcuffs disappear. You will have all day tomorrow, starting nine in the morning and returning by four. If you work together you will find the time flies past."

Finn, speaking for the first time after the announcement, painfully shot his comment toward Mr Schue. "Delight? That is the last word that comes to my mind! How could you do this to us?"

"Yeah," Rachel contributed herself, "You want us to get better by throwing us into the wild with the one person we hate the most! You really expect us not to get into a fight!"

Rachel and Andrea, and Finn and Jesse at that point found the sudden urge to glare at one another, and soak up each other's hate just to prove that point. Shelby wouldn't take it though.

"If any of you come back without those handcuffs off, and without the key you might find they are on for longer! Just think of it as the quicker you finish the quicker hell will be over! Now no more questions! This is happening tomorrow and there is nothing you can do about it! I suggest you all eat a sandwich and have a cool shower to calm yourselves, because you will need to be prepared tomorrow."

Jesse was about to protest, but Shelby spotted the movement and shut him up before he could utter a sound.

"No! That's it okay! We are doing this because we want to help you, not because we hate you. If Mr Schuester and I did not believe this couldn't work then we wouldn't be doing it! But we have faith in you, and tomorrow, please show us that it isn't misplaced." Her last sentence was more of a plea then a command, but nevertheless the students were silenced, and one by one they silently seemed to disperse. All were very solemn and shaken, but as Shelby said, there was nothing they could do.

Realising that Rachel would be spending the entire day with Andrea, her and Finn who were the last ones left gave each other one last desperate glance. Rachel clutched at Finn's hand, and he squeezed it encouragingly in return. Neither of them needed to talk, but for that moment they just needed each other's presence.

For tomorrow, they would only be in the presence of their worst enemies. And sure enough, the alarm sounded and had Monday arrived.

I hope everyone can see why I am so excited now! And I hope this story is still worth it. As usual, I really do beg everyone who appreciates this story to review. It is the best reward you can give, and only takes a click of a button, with some opinionated words. A 'good job' is seriously worth it, so for you fanfic reader's please think of how much work goes into these stories. After I became a writer I now review at every story I find well done because I know how it feels. So please think about that. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you are as excited as I am for the next instalment. Hope you all had a merry Christmas, and have a happy new year!