"No clues?" Brittany whined at lunch when she finally got to talk to Santana.
Santana smirked, "Mmm…we went there in sixth grade."
"Sixth grade?" Brittany asked, trying to remember back that far.
Santana nodded. She wasn't going to add that it's where they met for the very first time triggering the greatest friendship/relationship Lima, Ohio had ever seen. She just handed Brittany the milkshake she bought for her and smiled.
Brittany took it, a thoughtful look still on her face. She sipped from the straw and was about to ask another question when Becky walked up and started talking to her.
Santana zoned out, mentally going through all the things she had packed into the trunk of her car the night before. After deciding she didn't forget anything, Santana stood up. She needed to get one last thing from her locker to her car and now may be the only time she had to go to her locker without Brittany hanging around.
"I'll be right back," Santana smiled to the two blonde Cheerios before taking off.
As she meandered to her locker, she paused when she saw people in the choir room. It wasn't unusual, but the two people that were in the room intrigued Santana. She ducked down a little so that she could see though the window, but not be seen by Rachel and Quinn.
They were sitting behind the piano while Rachel had her fingers on the keys and Quinn watched. After a few seconds, Quinn leaned forward and kissed Rachel's neck. Santana's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. Then Rachel withdrew her hands from the piano and wrapped them around Quinn trapping the blonde in a quick, but sweet kiss.
Santana stood up and opened the door as loudly as she could. The two girls jumped away from each other before their eyes settled on her. She smirked at them, "You are so lucky I'm the one that caught you two."
Rachel sent a panicked look at Quinn. The blonde looked at Santana and evenly asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to know what's going on," Santana stated, closing the door behind her. "When did it start? How did it happen? Brittany is going to freak out that you didn't tell her."
"We haven't told anyone," Rachel answered quietly as if there were people in the room she didn't want to hear. "It happened last night."
Santana smirked at Quinn, "Well it took you long enough."
"I know," Quinn let out a small smile.
Rachel looked at her quizzically, "What is she talking about?"
"Santana had us figured out a long time ago," Quinn shrugged and scooted closer to Rachel now that Santana was blocking the window, "And she tried to help me finally kiss you."
"Are you going to tell your dads?" Santana asked, looking at Rachel.
The singer vigorously shook her head, "No. I'm not ready for that yet."
"What about Finn?" Santana tilted her head to the side. She was almost positive she knew the answer.
Rachel sighed, "I'm going to break up with him after school. I don't want to tell him why…I just…can't cheat on him."
The Cheerio suddenly felt like an ass for stringing Puck along for so long, but it did all seem to work out for the best. He turned out to be a really great friend, especially to Brittany. Although Santana would probably always be suspicious of his true intentions with her girlfriend.
"Well," Santana looked at the clock, "I gotta go. Try to be a little more discrete if you want to keep this a secret."
"Thanks for the warning," Quinn answered a little snarkily.
"Where are you taking Brittany after school?" Rachel asked before Santana could leave, "Daddy said she wasn't going to be home all weekend."
"It's a surprise," Santana grinned, "But I'll text you on the way back." She started to leave but ducked back in for a second, "No sex on Brittany's bed." With that she left the two girls in the choir room.
It was hard for Rachel to be discrete around people with Quinn. She loved being able to touch her or just put her hand on the blonde's arm whenever she felt the need, which was starting to be all the time. When people were around she almost had to sit on her hands to keep from doing what she loved.
It was just the same for Quinn. Plus, every time Rachel sang Quinn had to look like she didn't just melt into a puddle in her seat. Even if Rachel was just humming while she did the math assignment, Quinn would get a big stupid smile on her face that she tried her damnedest to hold in.
"Where are we going?" Brittany asked again, as she and Santana sat in their study hall.
Santana smirked, "Somewhere fun. Don't worry about it. I already packed your stuff and my stuff. Rachel's dads and my parents know where you'll be going. You'll love it. I promise."
The blonde furrowed her eyebrows. She loved surprises, but not surprises that she knew were surprises, but couldn't know what they were. So she sighed and resigned herself to her Spanish homework.
"Hey," Finn smiled and slid into the chair next to Rachel in their Spanish class.
Rachel eyed him and glanced over at Quinn who was on her other side, "Um, hey."
"So I was wondering if you could come over this afternoon," he asked sort of nervously, "It's, uh, my dad's birthday. Err…well it was. My mom's going out with Kurt's dad and Kurt is going over to Mercedes' house. I just…don't really want to be alone."
Rachel could feel the heat coming off of Quinn because the blonde seemed to sense the words that were about to come out of Rachel's mouth. The singer sighed, knowing that she couldn't dump Finn right then and that Quinn would undoubtedly be mad at her for not doing so before he could guilt her into coming over.
"Of course," Rachel answered, but kept her eyes on her paper. She didn't want to look at either one of the people sitting at her sides.
"Thanks," Finn smiled his stupidly cute smile before returning to his assigned seat.
Rachel slowly moved her eyes over to where Quinn was busy filling out the worksheet that Mr. Schue passed out earlier. She whispered, "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you?" Quinn asked robotically without any sort of inflection.
"Quinn, Rachel," Mr. Schue called from the front, "No talking."
Rachel frowned. She couldn't tell if the question from Quinn was sarcastic or genuine. She decided that the best way to take it was the worst way, just in case. She whispered quietly, "I-I…you heard him. I can't just break up with him on his dead dad's birthday."
Quinn just shrugged trying to look indifferent, "I didn't say I was mad at you." That time Rachel detected a hint of pain in the blonde's voice.
Rachel covertly took Quinn's hand under the table, "We'll watch a movie or something and I'll be right home. Then we have the whole weekend to ourselves. It'll sever all ties Monday. Please don't be mad at me."
Upon hearing Rachel's last sentence come out laced with desperation, Quinn softened, "Okay, but Monday for sure. And you're all mine this weekend."
Rachel grinned, "I can't wait."
Brittany practically ran to Santana's car to meet her girlfriend for their mystery weekend of fun. Santana was already in the car with the engine running, waiting for the blonde. When Brittany opened the door, there was a book on her seat. She slowly picked it up and sat down, closing the door and getting buckled before opening it.
"There's your last hint," Santana told Brittany as she pulled out of the school parking lot.
Brittany carefully examined the book in her lap. She had one exactly like it in a box at home. It was a Girl Scout manual. She smiled remembering that Girl Scouts was where she met Santana. Shortly after Santana decided it was a stupid club so they both quit together, Santana having had been a Girl Scout for seven years and Brittany having been one for three months.
Santana book definitely had more wear and tear. Brittany wondered what kind of hint this was. They couldn't be going to Girl Scouts. Santana would never do that again. The blonde slipped through the pages and finally found a picture, tucked carefully in the pages. She slowly reached down and took it, smiling again at the memory it triggered. It was a picture of twelve-year-old Santana and eleven-and-a-half-year-old Brittany sitting in a tent. Santana didn't look happy to be there in the least, but Brittany was grinning from ear to ear. They were sort of leaning together like people did when being photographed, but not like two girls who really knew each other yet. That was the first picture ever taken of the two.
Brittany had the next picture ever taken of them framed in her room. It was after twenty-four hours of camping with Santana and the other girl scouts. That was all the time it took for them to become best friends.
Finally all the circuits connected and a light bulb went off for Brittany. She smiled and turned to Santana, "We're going camping."
Santana just grinned and pulled off the road into the camp ground where they first met.