Chapter Two; I care the most about you.
Word Count: 1159
Author's Note: Sitting on the couch in Denver whilst my family watches the Broncos game. Pray that Tebow does his best for the team, I'd like to have an enjoyable evening! Anyway, this is centered mainly on Santana. And that's kind of how it will go. (I come from an rp background, so single characters are easiest for me). But it will go back and forth from centered posts and group ones. Enjoy!

A huge ball of yarn was not going to be fun. What kind of idea was that? Who in their right minds actually thought it would be enjoyable to look at a huge ass ball of twine? It was brown and ugly and Brittany probably thought that it'd be incredibly colorful. Whatever, it didn't matter anyway. It was incredibly possible that they'd spend two minutes there, be bored, and go find some diner to eat in that served mounds of bacon. At least if Quinn had her way and with Puck around, she always did.

Santana sighed, rolling her eyes. Sure, she loved Brittany, but the whole cutely dumb thing was so not that adorable anymore. It was impossible to feel like she was genuinely having a good conversation and it felt as though she was daily conflicted about whether to stay or leave. Of course, at news of the road trip, she knew she had to stay. It'd already be awkward with Finnocence and Berry breaking up. There was no way in hell that she would contribute to it.

After six hours of driving, San was sick and tired of Puck's voice. Sure, they were friends and usually it wouldn't bother her, but Puck was talking so damn much. It was almost like Berry. But he wasn't even saying anything important. It was shit about how excited he was for flight school. Sure, they were all ecstatic that the guy was even doing something with his life, but god damn. It wasn't like she was flaunting her NYU acceptance. Not that anyone in the car knew. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't want Brittany to know that she was going to New York. It was just part of them being together. Santana withheld information and Brittany believed her no matter what she said. Sighing, San cuddled into the seat, rather than the blonde beside her.

"So, basically I'm going to be cooler than shit with those cool aviator glasses and shit." Puck concluded his story of why he was going to be the greatest pilot ever known to human kind while Santana groaned in the back of the van.

"Will you just shut up? No one cares." She snapped, gaining looks from everyone, including Puck. It was, of course, normal for her to be annoyed, just not with him. She huffed, directing her gaze out of the window. Brittany was asleep on her lap, but she could feel her stirring. The only girl to ever defend her- that's what it came down to. She was the person who cared about her even if she was a total bitch to her. It wasn't normal, but then again, nothing about Brittany Pierce was normal.

"Santana…" Rachel's voice whispered through the dense air two hours later. Brittany was slumped against the opposite window, Puck was rocking out to John Mellancamp, Finn was snoring in the front seat, and Quinn was neatly resting onto the window beside her. That chick was so perfect it was unbelievable. San's heart pounded in her ears. Why was Rachel even trying to talk to her right now?

"What do you want?" Santana snipped slightly, pulling her legs up to her chest. Thankfully, the backseat was able to give her a slight bit more room on the actual seat. Especially since her and Britt were so small.

They never talked. There were moments in high school where they exchanged words but they were rarely kind. It was moments of handholding, standing together on stage, silent moments that they bonded. She knew in the back of her mind that Rachel Berry wasn't entirely awful. But, in order to keep up with her reputation, it was easier to hate everyone, including her friends. If that's even what she could consider Rachel. Shaking her head, she tuned into the rare softness of Rachel Berry's voice.

"Well, other than Puck singing, it's quite quiet in here. Is there any chance you'd talk with me about whatever is bothering you? I mean… It's kind of obvious that you're bothered. You never make a fool of yourself as you did earlier." Rachel pushed her bangs back as she spoke. She had recently gotten side bangs, making her look much older than the hobbit looking girl at the beginning of their high school years.

"Nothing is bothering me, Berry. Go back to playing Name That Song on your iPod." Santana grumbled, looking away. She felt something inside of her yearn to tell Rachel or someone. She wanted to explain why she was so unhappy- explain what she was feeling, but no one would ever forgive her. She couldn't do that.

"Whatever, Santana." Rachel bit her lip as she turned forward again, her hands moving to her iPod. How had San known that she was playing this game anyway? See, while she was sure something was bothering her friend, she was also sure that she had more than platonic feelings for the girl. Breaking up with Finn was simply due to different life choices. So he thought. Rachel was more than interested in Santana, though. It was clear to her and she couldn't help but try to make her life a little easier. The intro to Funny Girl by Barbra Streisand popped into her headphones and she jumped, tapping the choice quickly.

Santana Lopez was irked at this point. Eight hours in a freaking car was not her idea of fun. And they still had 7 more to go. The carload was shifting, every one who was asleep began to wake up and Puck was yawning like crazy.

"Puck, we need gas anyway, just pull over and let someone else drive." Quinn's soft voice floated through the car, a smile placing itself on Puck's lips. He always melted internally at her. Nodding, he yawned once again and pulled off of I-70, the Shell gas station lights never looking so welcome. After eight hours of driving he just wanted to cuddle up with the blonde he so admired. Looking into the rearview mirror, he could feel her gaze, knowing she was thinking the same exact thing.

"Everybody up." Rachel and Quinn demanded at the same time. Simultaneous actions made them friends, right? Neither of them knew. Everyone piled out of the van, stretching being all of their first choices.

"Come 'ere." Puck mumbled under his breath, pulling Quinn to him by her sleeve. The next second they were hugging and Finn was filling the vehicle up. Brittany and Santana were talking- well, Britt was. And Rachel? She was staring, but when Santana looked up, she quickly darted inside, choosing to use the bathroom and buy a thing of tea.

"I'll drive next." Finn smiled, topping the tank off before putting the nozzle back. He looked at Brittany and Santana waving a little before backing off. Santana had one bad attitude. Shaking his head, he climbed into the front seat, hoping this trip wouldn't bore him.