Chapter Three; Oh, honey, If I get restless.
Word Count: 1067
Author's Note: Late night writing isn't my favorite, but I made a promise and I kept it. Fritters is cute here, Quick is too. Oh, I don't own the company that makes Raisinets. Nor am I a huge fan. Enjoy the glorious 3:30 AM post.

Finn twiddled his thumbs as he waited for the rest of the group to pile into the van. He knew Puck would ditch him for Quinn, but hey, he didn't blame the guy. He finally was catching the girl he'd been chasing for three years. It was nice to see his friends all in love. What Finn was really thinking about was the short brunette headed toward the van from inside the gas station. Wasn't he supposed to feel heart broken? Or… anything? He didn't, but that was something he didn't understand. He should have felt helpless and lost. Shaking his head, he reached forward and began to play some music, messing with the station.

"Don't go breaking my heart, I couldn't if I tried, Oh honey if I get restless, Baby you're not that kind." Rachel sang as she spun in a circle in front of the van. Puck and Quinn were currently making their way into the white mass of metal and Brittany was in the bathroom. And little did Rachel know, Santana was staring right at her ass. It was a nice ass attached to even nicer legs. Besides, her voice wasn't sounding so much like needles flying into skin right at that moment. Santana convinced herself it was merely too late for her to even comprehend her own thoughts. The female raked her fingers through her hair before getting into the van after Quinn.

Rachel saw Santana get into the car and let her eyes dart to the two spots left. She heard Brittany leave the gas station and almost panicked. She couldn't sit with Finn- that would be awkward like the time when he got her a star and her fathers had also purchased her one- every year since she was four. The Jewish girl ran to the door and pushed in, plopping next to Santana. Of course, she gave her a look to point out it was due to Finn, but it didn't matter. Santana still glared.

"San, don't you think you should like… look happier?" Finn asked tentatively, not wanting to make the girl feel incredibly angry once again. She was possibly the chick with the biggest temper known to human kind. Shaking his head, he started the car, his breath evening out when he realized the Latina wasn't going to rip his head off.

Rachel tapped her feet to the beat of the song flowing through the radio, trying not to pay attention to the kissing noises coming from the seat behind her. Everyone was doing the same thing. Quinn was currently sitting on Puck's lap, pushing his hands away from her waist. He was a handsy mother fucker and it wasn't often that he was able to tear himself away from a girl. Puck continued to kiss his girl, not caring who was around to watch.

"Puck, stop." Quinn mumbled, not making an effort to stop him from letting his hands move up a little more. Even if she had been fighting it, she still wanted it. The two of them slowly stopped, moving into a more comfortable position for cuddling rather than kissing.

"Okay! That was gross." Rachel commented, pulling her knees to her chest. "Can we do something fun?" She ran her fingers through her brown locks before biting her lip. Brittany was the one most excited about it all, of course.

"Can we play I Spy?" The blonde in the front seat jumped, her hand settling onto Finn's forearm. She got incredibly excited at the small things, Finn noticed. But her hand felt like sparkles actually hitting his skin. Nods and groans were earned from those in the vehicle and Noah Puckerman wanted to go first, of course. Clearing his throat, the muscular teenager nodded.

"I spy with my little eye, something fake." Puck nodded, staying close to Quinn as he saw people begin to look around. Guesses like 'Plastic!', 'Oh! Quinn's nails!' and 'My Gucci handbag?' were thrown out, but no one even came close. He was surprised that no one was witty enough. Sure, Finn and Brittany were a little off of the deep end but he swore Quinn or Santana would get it. Everyone looked to Puck like he was crazy.

"What is it?" Rachel asked curiously, unsure of herself.

"Santana's boobs." Puck nodded, chuckling into his hands before getting a hard slap on the arm from his not-girlfriend. It wasn't a bad thing; it was just the truth. Some laughing went around before he began to feel Santana's icy glare.

"I spy something beautiful." Rachel let her words out slowly, looking right at Santana. Which, of course, was the answer. But no one would get it and that was fine. They played the game a few more times before Quinn and Puck fell asleep, his arms draped over her as though she was needing to be protected. It was truly adorable. Santana was out hard against her pillow and Rachel was falling asleep to the sound of Brittany's voice. She was singing along to the radio.

"Finn, do you think that the ball of twine is going to be amazing? I think it's going to be amazing!" Brittany let her eyes brighten as she spoke. A small laugh was emitted from the mouth of the young man sitting beside her. Finn Hudson was one good guy and Britt knew that- so why was she so nervous around him? Not knowing, she shrugged her shoulders and shoved her hand back into the bag of Raisinets.

"Those taste good in popcorn, y'know." He nodded toward her, sighing. It was fun to have it be the two of them. They didn't talk that often, but Finn had a feeling the small conversations between them would make them feel so different. Maybe. It all depended on just how good they got along. Besides, Brittany was hard to understand. "And the ball of twine is going to be so cool. I just wish your buddy Lord Tubbington could have come along."

"Wait? He could have come?" Brittany looked shocked. "Finn! Turn around, we have to go back and get him!" She cheered, tugging on his sleeve.

"What if we do this? What if we get him a souvenir of yarn and take lots of pictures for him?" Finn smiled genuinely, biting his lip.

"You're perfect." Brittany giggled, looking onto the road, he hand still on his arm.