Santana was pissed. She had literally and figuratively shoved them into a linen closet and they hadn't made out. Yet. Santana was still trying to figure out how to get them together because she wanted Quinn happy. And maybe the hobbit deserves happiness too, but she never thought that. Ever. Or else.

It was hilarious just watching them. they were practically eye-fucking and they were still completely oblivious to the other's feelings. Even she knew that Brittany was into her when they were still just making out. And she's bad at feelings, so that's either impressive for her or depressing for them. how the hell can they be so oblivious to the sexual tension? Christ, they needed a new plan.

"Here's what we're gonna do," Santana said smirking. She had the perfect plan and it all involved New York, which was their next stop. "We're gonna get to New York."

"That's the plan?" Kurt sounded utterly unconvinced, which was a shame because the plan was flawless. New York had got to be the gayest city ever. Except Provincetown. Santana smirked, it wasn't the entire plan, only part of it. The rest would have to wait until later.

"Morning." Rachel said as she entered to room after her morning jog. Rachel preferred her elliptical , but she had to settle for a jog instead. The diva had a very intricate morning ritual in which there was moisturizing, face rinses, exercise, and singing. She had decided to forgo the singing, and instead explored their surroundings. It turned out that they were just outside Pittsburg. She had expected the blonde to be up by now, but she found a sleeping Quinn Fabray with tousled hair clad in only a teal tank top and underwear. Rachel blushed and startled when she heard a voice.

"Like what you see?" Quinn grinned sleepily at her an yawned, stretching her arms above her head, exposing her midriff which only caused Rachel to blush harder.

"I-I, uh, I mean," Rachel struggled to find words.

"Relax, I was just kidding." Quinn got up and retrieved some clothes from her bag and passed Rachel as she went into the bathroom. The Diva Sighed and ran her hand through her hair, Pull yourself together, Rachel. She's never going to like you, she was just teasing.

Gosh, the beginning of this chapter leaves something to be desired. Oh well.

-Elle