"So...how are we going to do this, O Captain My Captain?" Santana said lazily, flipping though a magazine while she watched Quinn out the corner of her eye. The blonde had been silent for a while, obviously contemplating and Santana knew her enough to just let her be. The girl was more stubborn when you tried to force her to accept things she really didn't want to.

"One way or another, they're going to have a solo. It's a given, period. I need to have a firm enough grip on her that she doesn't get swayed by his fake-ass words."

"If she's distracted enough that she doesn't think about how he's single now and what she feels for him, you should be good. Or you could just argue how bad he really is for her. Hypocrite much?"

"What about?"

"Remember why he broke up with Rachel? Because she kissed Puck while they were dating. He's ignoring the fact that he kissed her while he was dating you. Remember when he guilt tripped us for choosing Cheerios over glee on Halloween? I seem to remember him choosing football a few times too. He talks a whole lot but rarely backs any of it up," she said, shrugging.

"You may just be right..."

"BB, it's me; I'm usually right."

Quinn rolled her eyes but grinned anyway, leaning back with a sigh.

"I'm really doing this, aren't I?"

"Yup."

"I must be out of my mind."

"Probably."

"And you're going to help me."

"As if you could seduce Rachel Berry on your own. Bitch please. And don't look now but it seems like your thorn is trying again." Santana was careful to keep her smirk hidden in the magazine when Quinn stepped over her with a growl, throwing her shoulders back, and adopting the stance that sent fear quivering through countless McKinley High students.

Head Cheerio, Quinn Fabray, was done sharpening her claws and eager to dig them into something. Or rather someone.

Being two rows behind Rachel and her seats, she was easily able to get there before Finn.

"Hey Brittany, Rachel. What are you guys talking about?" she said pleasantly, leaning against the seat in front of Brittany. Both turned eager smiles on her.

"Ironing out the choreography for the group number. Rachel had some amazing ideas."

Quinn turned her eyes on their Diva, noticing for the first time the slight darkening of Rachel's cheeks as she ducked her head and looked back up.

"Really now?" Her voice came out far more sultry than she had anticipated, if the quick glance Brittany gave her was anything to go by. The slight color got much darker and she filed that away to examine later.

"Uh...yes! It's always been something I wanted to do with the team but never got the chance to. Of course, the idea was reinforced by 'battle' numbers receiving favorable scores from judges many times in the past so there is a measure of precedence I took into account."

"She just means she knows it'll be good because it got good scores in the past, B," she said, grinning at the confused pout on Brittany's face.

"Oh! Why didn't you just say that? You speak in too many words, Rachel."

"I most certainly do not, I just have-"

"What are you guys doing?" They all turned to Finn, puzzled, slightly annoyed, and majorly annoyed respectively.

"Songs and potential choreography, Finn," Rachel answered. "Would you like to help?"

"Can't that wait until we get there? I thought we could just chill," he replied, careless grin in place.

Quinn rose from her slouched posture, crossing her arms with a glare. "And you expect this team to create two functional songs in three days? Let's be realistic. The moment we land, we're all going to be too tired and too wired from being in New York to even want to do any work. Then we're going to want to sight-see, which will take another day. That leaves just one twenty-four hour period to make two songs, two melodies, and two choreographies, not to mention making the music sheets and getting the band to practice them. As a captain, you should be the more responsible one here, Finn, not just sitting back and waiting for Rachel to take control like she inevitably always does."

The rest of New Directions, along with a few of the passengers, all stopped what they were doing to watch. To be honest, most of them had been waiting for the fallout of Quinn and Finn breaking up. None of them thought they'd do it on a plane though.

Finn sputtered uselessly for a full minute before finally saying, "That's not true! I don't wait for Rachel to do everything!"

She raised her eyebrow, unimpressed. "She wrote 'Get It Right' and gave me the melody we used to make 'Loser Like Me.' What did you do?"

"I supported her idea for original songs to behind with!"

"Yeah, after I suggested she and I work together to do it. Face it Finn, if Rachel didn't need your help corralling the rest of glee into doing the work, you wouldn't even be necessary."

"That's not true either! I'm the best leading man!"

"And why is it I had more chemistry with her in one song than you did in ten?" Heads swiveled to Finn, awaiting his rebuttal. Quinn was doing her best not to smirk although it was getting painfully hard.

"Well, you're just using her!"

She blinked. "Is that really all you have to say? What would I be using her for? It's the end of the year. We're already at Nationals. What in the world would I do?"

"You're trying to keep her away from me so we won't be together!"

"Well. That part's true, at least partially," she admitted. She looked at Rachel. "And you know why. I still stand by what I said before."

Rachel remained silent, looking from one to another.

"...Finn. Please go sit down."

Yes, because I love all of you, some of the chapters will be 1000 words rather than 100. To my last count, I think there's four or five more of these spread out throughout the story. They're generally used to handle bigger issues that I feel needed more than just 100 words.