Rachel's Point of View

"Let's get shit done at nationals!" I heard Santana scream. I could only chuckle at her antics and love her newfound excitement for the glee club.

"Look at you, Lopez. Out and proud." Quinn said with one of her eyebrows raised. I looked over to her questioningly, because she laced her sentence with suggestion. She took a breath in before she added: "About being in the glee club of course."

Santana just glared and I made a mental note to ask Quinn about it later. It had been about a week since our kiss at the Lopez household, and about one class period since the most recent kiss we shared. Once we shared that first kiss, it was hard for us to stop. So school days dragged. We hadn't really conquered the girlfriend talk, but even though we hadn't really gone on our first date yet it was just kind of assumed we were dating. We definitely weren't public yet, but I got the feeling that Brittany might know. She was so intuitive and she just…I don't know. Something in her glances just told me so.

Brittany brought her hand up to rub Santana's back reassuringly and that seemed to calm her down a bit. "Guys. This is it. One bus ride and we'll be in New York." The taller blonde said while still continuing her menstruations on the latina's back.

This made me jump a little, giddy with excitement. Quinn followed me with her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. "I'm so excited that we convinced Mr. Schue to let us leave after school." I said, still clapping my hands lightly.

He had originally wanted to leave tomorrow morning, us getting there at a very late hour and having no time that day to explore New York. But through my multiple threats of leaving the club and not participating in the competition he finally gave in.

"Me too, Rach." Quinn said from my side. We were looking shyly at one another when we were interrupted by our teacher.

"Alright guys! Puck, Mike, and Finn- grab the bags and throw them under the bus. Now as you can see, it's a coach bus, and no one will be toying around on the ramp except for Artie." He said pointedly. "Now I trust you guys enough to not to break too many rules, so you can sit wherever you like. Ms. Pillsbury and I will be taking the front set of seats and will be making hourly trips to the back to make sure everything is okay. Don't make me regret it guys."

And with that everyone ran onto the bus, the Latina leading with Brittany in tow. She claimed two seats at the very back on the right side of the bus, sitting next to the window and pulling Brittany down to sit next to her. I was next so I picked the two left back seats, right next to the two that were claimed by the girls Quinn and I knew so well.

I motioned for Quinn to get next to the window and she obliged. She had a weird thing about sitting next to the aisle, so I always made sure she had the pleasure of the window seat. Anything to make the blonde happy.

…I sound like Santana.

Speaking of Santana, she's been awfully quite. I thought she was excited. I looked over to where she sat, she was leaning against the window with Brittany under her arm, staring straight at me. She whispered something into the blondes ear and Brittany just nodded.

"Berry. Switch seats with Britts for a minute." I looked over to Quinn who just shrugged. Honestly although Santana and I had grown into somewhat good friends, I was still a little scared. But I complied, getting up and letting Brittany file into my seat- handing her my iPod and watching as she shared the ear buds with Quinn.

I sat down in the recently occupied seat and the Latina cleared her throat.

"You wanted to speak with me, San?" We finally hit the point where we could call each other by nicknames, so I took every opportunity I got, just so she'd get used to it.

She looked really nervous, so I took down my front a little. Upon seeing this she leaned back into her seat and relaxed a little. "Look, Man han- Rach." She paused. "Sorry…old habits die hard. But look, there really is no reason I should be afraid to tell you this. I mean, we're friends now or whatever. And I know you'd never tell anyone anything you've sworn yourself to secrecy to. If Quinn can keep it shut, you can too. But…I figured I'd might as well. I mean, you probably already know you've been around us so much, but-"

"You and Brittany are together." I said matter-of-factly, interrupting her ramble.

"Wha- how'd you know?" She said. I could tell she felt a little blind sided so I felt I had to do damage control.

"Like you said, Quinn and I are with you two constantly. Honestly, I was waiting for you two to realize you had feelings for each other, but apparently it's already happened. Which I'm glad for, because you guys are amazing for each other. You're amazing for her, San. I see the way she looks at you. You're her everything, and I'd warn you not to hurt her, but I know you wont, because you need her just as much as she needs you."

She seemed to ponder this for a minute and I could've sworn I saw a tear in her eyes. She let out a shaky breath and to my surprise she pulled me into a hug. She was right next to my ear when she said: "She'll be scared, at first. When she takes her parents into account she'll think of all the reasons behind why they think it isn't okay, and she'll start to question everything. Not you, she'll never question you, because you know Quinn. But she'll question herself, and everything around her. You'll have to be there for her. Let he be scared, but don't let her lose herself in it." She pulled back and whipped a tear from her eye. "You got me Berry?"

All of what she said took me by surprise, and she must have read that on my face because she continued: "Oh come on, Rach. I hang out with you two all the time now. Plus I've been through all of the motions with Britt. I just know. Santana Lopez always knows." I was still a little shocked, I didn't think we were that obvious about anything. Plus that stuff she said about Quinn…I don't want her to have to go through that. She broke me out of my thoughts again: "Now go back to your girl. She's been staring at us this whole time."

The realization of reality, of Quinn being called my girl, had me smiling like an idiot and glancing over my shoulder. Santana was right, she'd been looking our way for a long time. Judging by the way Brittany was going on animatedly about something and she looked totally detached from whatever that something was.

I guess it wasn't bad that we knew about each other. That's just one more place were we can be open.

As I got up to switch seats again she grabbed my hand, causing me to turn back to face her. "I'd warn you not to hurt her, but I know you need her just as much as she needs you." She said, smirking at the reference from earlier.

"Touché, Lopez. Touché." And with that I sat back down next to Quinn and filled her in. There were 3 rows of empty seats in front of us, so when I finished I pulled her in and kissed her deeply, both of us smiling into it.

I heard Santana laughing loudly and say 'Get yours Berry.' I looked over to see Brittany clapping softly and the Latina giving us a thumbs up.

"I'm so glad we all know about each other." Quinn whispered against my lips. All I could do was chuckle in agreement and pull her in again.

Quinn's Point of View

"Rach, babe. Wake up, we're about to stop for dinner." I said, nudging her softly. She had her head on my shoulder and her arm around my waist. This could've been problematic but Ms. Pillsbury was the coach making rounds until we picked up Coach Beiste at wherever we were eating tonight. Ms. Pillsbury trusted us, so once she reached the last row before the three empty ones ahead of us, she'd just make eye contact with Santana or me (we were the only two awake) and we'd give her a nod.

Rachel mumbled something incoherent, dug her head into me a bit more, and squeezed just a tad tighter. I laughed a little and this prompted her to speak. "No."

"Babe, come on. You can sleep when we get back on." She seemed to be a little more awake by now, so what assumed was her stretching was really her leaning into my ear.

"And what if I don't want to sleep?" She murmured. I felt her breath hit my ear, causing my own to hitch. I wasn't going to let this happen now though, no make out sessions when we were 2 minutes away from where we had to stop.

So I leaned into her, our lips barely touching. "Then I guess…" I said, licking my lips and breathing against hers. "We'll just have to play card games with San and Brit!" I said loudly, pulling back from her completely and leaving her looking a little pissed off.

The look quickly went away when we heard Santana jump up so high her flailing arm hit the roof above her seat and turned the light to her row on. Brittany looked majorly disheveled and both of their lips looked bee stung.

"Oww, what the fuck Fabray?" she cursed.

"Baby, are you okay?" a worried Britt asked, taking the hurt arm into her ands and kissing it better.

"A little better now." Santana said leaning in to kiss the blonde. Rachel and I just watched a little shocked at how heated things were turning so quickly. As a tan hand started reaching up a top I got bug eyed.

"Oh seriously you two? Right now?" Rachel asked and threw her pillow their direction. Santana just removed her hand and flipped her off, but never left Brittany's lips. Rachel got up leaned over the two of them and flipped their light back off. "We're rooming with them right? Is this how it's going to be the whole time?"

I was about to reply with some joke about their sex tendencies, but was interrupted by Schuester's booming voice. "Okay guys! We're meeting Coach Beiste here, and then we'll eat, get back on the bus, and be on our way. This is our last stop, so make sure if you need anything you go to the gas station right next door. Buddy system you guys! Don't forget!" He said as everyone started to file out anyways.

The four of us walked out and Rachel walked over the side of the bus. The other two looked at me questioningly so I filled them in about her tote bag full of vegan snacks and foods and they nodded knowingly but still cringing at the thought of eating vegan 'crap.' In Santana's words.

"It's not in here." Rachel said, sifting through bags, a little rushed.

"What? What do you mean, baby?"

"It's not," she paused, throwing her hands down. "It's not in here. My bag isn't here. Anywhere."

I walked over to where she was and sifted through as well. I'd helped her pack that bag and I knew for a fact she brought it and threw it in the pile to be put in. "That doesn't make any sense, Rach. I was with you when your threw it down."

She looked a little exasperated but said: "You know what? It's fine. Most every restraint in New York has vegan selections and I can just eat a salad tonight. It's all good."

"But Rach, that's got all of your-"

"No, Quinn." She interrupted me. "It's fine. I assure you." She grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me in for a chaste kiss.

I smiled. "If you say so." And with that we all four walked in, took our place and ordered. We were listening to Brittany and Santana animatedly tell a story about their first date and how disastrous it was, but according to the blonde that's what made it so great. Rach and I just laughed along with them because we couldn't not. Hearing how Santana had crashed a burned was just too good.

I was holding my stomach when Finn walked up to our table. "Hey, Rach. You're dinner looks…delicious." He said with that stupid little smirk on his face. I looked at him through squinted eyes.

"Okay, Finnessa. I suggest you leave my girl Rachel alone and walk the fuck away before it gets ugly in here. Got it?" Santana said in her infamous Lima Heights Adjacent accent.

"Hey! It's whatever." He said holding his hands up, but he still had that damn smirk. "I'm glad you guys are all little friends now. Keeps her from bugging me 24/7. I just wanted to make sure you didn't miss your bag too much. I think I might have forgotten it at home." He said, letting us all know he did it on purpose. I wanted nothing more than to slit this little fuckers throat.

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem with her? You're the one who won't leave her the fuck alone." I said, standing up, our bodies were a mere centimeter apart. He snarled a bit like some fucking dog and I could feel my arm drawing back to punch the little asshole in the face.

"Finn. While I appreciate you're complement, how ever sarcastic it might have been, on my meal, I suggest you walk the hell away before things get too bad. Yes Santana and Quinn might bring forth blood shed, but that wouldn't be before I made you taste your own swimmers. So like I said, Finn wanna-be-rock-star Hudson- Take your two left feet, your shit of a singing voice, and walk the hell away before it gets ugly. Toodles." She finished with a little wave and a drink from straw.

He looked pissed off but walked away. Santana was the first to break the pissed/shocked/mesmerized silence. "Holy shit Berry, high fucking five!" she said and reached across the table, Rachel only laughed and punching her knuckles to the Latinas hand.

"Aww, baby. You're totally rubbing off on Rachel." Brittany said smiling. I was still pissed as all get out and Rachel leaned over to me, whispering.

"It's okay. You'll see when we get to New York. You wont have to worry about Finn at all." The words soothed me a little, and my anger was replaced with curiosity. What did this girl have planned?

When I snapped back to reality I realized that Brittany had left. Rachel saw me look towards her seat and answered my silent question. "Bathroom."

'Oh' I mouthed. But then I noticed something missing. "Why did she take her drink to the bathroom?" I looked to Santana and she just shrugged, obviously as unaware as I was.

"Oh my gosh." Rachel said, and we both followed her line of vision. We caught it just in time: Brittany 'tripping' and spilling her drink in Finn's face.

"I am sooo sorry!" we heard Brittany gasp. Most people would chalk that up to her ditzy ness, but we knew that Brittany sometimes used that to her advantage- she knew exactly what she was doing. She looked over to us and through my smirk I mouthed 'thank you' to her. She just winked at me then went right back to her proclamations of apologies.

Rachel was hiding her face in a chuckle when Brittany walked over after dropping some napkins in front of Finn onto his food. Her eyes and face showed amusement, but she still continued to say: "Brittany! Now as funny as that was it was totally unnecessary."

The blonde just looked at me and smirked again. The Latina pulled her down by the hand. "Don't listen to her babe, that was fucking awesome." Brittany lit up at the praise so I figured I'd add in.

"Yeah, babe. You gotta admit that was good." She seemed to ponder for a minute, before she broke her façade and joined us in laughter.

"Yeah, Britt. That was…great." We looked back over and Coach Beiste was trying to help the boy clean up, but he was pissed off and swatting her hand away. Finally she just gave up and smacked Puck on the back of the head for laughing so hard, although as she was walking away she was snickering as well.

We all had our fair share of laughs and stories and we were truly having a great time. Rachel held my hand under the table and played with my fingers through out our entire span of conversation. We all took advantage of the clean public bathrooms- not wanting to use the one the coach bus provided, and headed back to our seats.

This time Santana snuggled into Brittany and they were both asleep pretty quickly, leaving Rachel and I to cuddle into each other and play with each other's hair, fingers, ears, noses, whatever our fingers landed on really. We weren't really carrying on a conversation, just saying little sweet things and smiling at each other even though it was dark.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so glad we can be together like this."

I smiled, my heart clenching. "I know exactly what you mean, Rach." And with this I kissed the top of her head and brought it closer to me, letting her rest it there and hearing her breathing slowly even out.

I looked out the window then back to the front. Finn was glaring at me. Hard.

Just letting you guys know: I'm not a big fan of Finn. So a happy friendship at the end might not happen.