Haha! Take that writer's block! SUCK IT! Really? I forced this out so that I could do another chapter of Misft Toy Hero Squad. I'm so bad. But, I hope you enjoy Fuickleberry nonetheless. We should be done with this in the next three chapters or so, believe it or not! YAY!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

***July, 2010 – Hershey, Pennsylvania***

"What's the winner get again?"

"2500 dollars and season passes for next year," Mercedes smirked as Finn's mouth literally began to water.

"And we just have to sing a song and win?" Quinn furrowed her brow. "We can do that…I mean, we regularly put together like, four routines a week. We can come up with something in the next few hours."

"And the money would be particularly helpful," Rachel admitted softly, staring at the poster outside of the amusement park's amphitheatre. There was a talent show that very evening run by a local radio show.

"Seriously, it'd be like a cake walk," Puck nodded. "We're in the middle of Pennsylvania. Its not like we're on America's Got Talent or some other shit like that."

"Actually, there is one group that we saw rehearsing this morning. Personally, I would LOVE to give them a run for their money," Kurt said nonchalantly. One eyebrow arched in a very sinister manner as he nudged Puck's shoulder ever so slightly. "Starts with a J and ends in, how did you always put it? St. Douchebag."

"I'm in," Rachel piped up immediately. She looked between Mercedes and Kurt and immediately went into commander general mode. "You will find us the most lovely outfits you can. Nothing too risqué. This is a family establishment."

Rachel smiled at Quinn and looked at Finn warily. "Our best dancers are kidnapped. You have to be able to figure out easy steps that Finn can do without looking entirely spastic."

"You know what would make me look less spastic?" Finn said eagerly, not even bothering to dispute his spastic status. He pouted with as much charm as he could muster at the girls before pointing forlornly at the rides in the immediate area, "Coasters…"

"Noah and I will work out the arrangement. Give us an hour, meet us back here and we'll start rehearsing immediately after lunch," Rachel insisted. Her teammates remained stationary for at least five seconds too long and soon Rachel was waving her hands at them wildly, demanding, "Go, Go, GO!"

***On The Road***

"Whaddup Divalicious? You two alone?" Santana demanded over the cell phone she held in the air so that all the inhabitants of her truck could hear.

"Cadi?" Matt whispered hopefully, before Mike seriously pinched him to get him to shut the hell up. There was no saving him from Santana if the lovesick boy interfered with her plans.

"We're here, Santana," Kurt eagerly piped up as Mercedes eyes misted with tears at the sound of Matt's voice. "Ready for orders."

Santana smirked. She loved that Kurt was a Cheerio. He completely understood the Order of the Bitches. She cleared her throat slightly and said, "I'm only saying this once. Do exactly as I say. This summer is still salvageable. Number one, you guys are going to win that prize money. Got it?"

"We'll do our best," Kurt promised.

"Uhm, hello? I didn't say Number one, do you fucking fluffy best! I said you were going to win that prize money or you will stab yourselves in the face with amusement park sporks!" Santana barked authoritatively. "You will make sure that Rachel and her band of merry idiots take all the prize money. And when they get into contact with Chang again, you will send them West. Understood?"

"Absolutely," Kurt assured her. "We won't let you down, Santana. But if I might ask…why are you doing this?'

"I owe Berry a favor," Santana said shortly before hanging up the phone. She grinned at Brittany and confidently claimed, "I'm like the best friend ever."

***Hershey, Pennsylvania***

"Rachel Berry! Where on EARTH did you find those horrendous things on your legs?" Kurt screeched at the girl as they all prepared for their performance, minus Finn and Puck. Mercedes and Quinn were currently giggling their heads off while they reapplied another shellacking of lipgloss onto their already heavily coated lips. "I was willing to let the tiny skirt slide because I was being generous and even I can realize that a little of your legs goes along way with the male demographic, but if you were those, we'll get point deducted for inciting a perverted Asian business man sex riot."

"Noah picked these out at one of the souvenir shops," Rachel pouted slightly, adjusting the pink knee socks with Hershey kisses pattered over them. "He knows that I prefer to wear knee socks."

"You are SO very misguided," Kurt blew out an exasperated breath. "Puck likes the knee socks. You've tricked yourself into thinking that you like them too."

"I do like them," Rachel mumbled miserably.

"Where is the perv, anyway? And tall dumb and whitebread?" Mercedes wondered as she fluffed Quinn's hair needlessly. She shot a knowing smirk Rachel's way and said, "I'd give you hot pig-tails, Rachel, but I think Puck is going to have to be mobile."

"I really resent the fact that you all seem to think that Noah and I are prime gossip material," Rachel rolled her eyes. She caught Quinns' eye and announced with a measure of eager spitefulness, "Finn and Quinn consummated their relationships in the woods of West Virginia a few days ago, you know."

"WHAAAAA?" Mercedes gasped.

Kurt turned on his heel and arched an eyebrow at Quinn. Sure, he was over the lovey dovey feelings towards Finn Hudson, but he was a human being, not a saint. He couldn't help the angry vibes he threw Quinn's way. "Let's hope you used protection this time?"

"We didn't…I mean. He thinks we did, and he, well, he got there, but there was no actual…interlocking of parts," Quinn stammered nervously. She pointed an accusatory finger at Rachel and said, "Rachel got us all HIGH!"

Kurt and Mercedes head's swiveled Rachel's way again curiously, finding the girl lost for words for a moment before squaring her shoulders and throwing back.

"Quinn KILLED Thumper with her BARE hands!"

"Rachel spent five hours in a sweaty box crammed next to Puckerman. I swear to God she WREAKED of sex when I let them out!"

"QUINN KISSED ME AND TOUCHED MY BREASTS!" Rachel shrieked.

"WOAH."

The quartet turned around to see a newly arrived Puck and Finn standing behind them. Rachel's accusations had put a smile on Puck's face and a dazed Finn swayed uncertainly on his feet at the heady feelings. Puck looked Rachel's ensemble up and down, a cute denim skirt and pink Hershey park t-shirt topped off by those totally awesome pink socks he had liberated from a gift shop after their time spent in the park's "Record your own Song" booth. Each of the teenagers had a variation of denim on their lower halfs and a brightly colored Hershey t-shirt on top. Schue had drilled them well in looking like a true group whilst still retaining their individuality after all.

"Thought you guys might want to know that the Douche is performing next. We can watch, or we can all have fun time talk instead?" Puck shrugged, his eyebrow quirking at the choice he obviously felt was the correct choice. Rachel rolled her eyes and stalked towards him, gripping him on the elbow and leading him to one of the top rows of the outdoor amphitheatre. The rest of their group joined them and they watched with intense scrutiny as a single beam of light lit Jesse St. James' regrettably beautiful face.

Puck squirmed in slight discomfort and mumbled a low, rumbling, "Booooooooo…" until Rachel's hand gripped his thigh in an entirely delightful way, assuring his silence.

"This is so boring," Quinn whispered to Mercedes as Jesse began to sing an acapella version of an old eighties power rock ballad. The spotlight on the boy's face widened ever so slightly and what could only be explained as Jesse's backup singers began their oooohs and ahh's unenthusiastically.

"If I start snoring, don't hit me too hard," Finn demanded of Puck. "And don't let Kurt pinch me to wake me up. I always wind up screaming."

"Cold Hands," Kurt explained to Rachel, who shushed her teammate.

"Seriously this is so vanilla," Mercedes grumbled. "We've got this in the bag."

"Will you please shut your mouth? No doubt you would find it incredibly offensive if someone were interrupting your song," Rachel hissed, missing Puck's pouting reaction to her words. "Although I think this number is lacking in exciting pizzazz that is necessary in such a theatrical setting, Jesse's voice is flawless and it will be exceedingly difficult to overcome that particular skill."

"Whatever, my ASS is flawless, but you get all mad when I pass gas," Puck grumbled.

The crowd erupted in applause when Jesse's number was finished. Rachel rose to her feet, not to applaud, but to shepherd her group towards their places before they were announced. The announcer already thanked Jesse and went on to read from his card, although Jesse seemed reluctant to give up his spot on the stage.

"Ladies and Gentleman…all the way from Lima, Ohio, give a warm welcome to our next contestants, New Directions!"

Jesse's brow furrowed as he spun in a circle on stage, expecting to see Rachel and her band of merry misfits and testosterone fueled romantic attachments. Instead, he heard six perfectly blended voices singing out the opening woohs and wahh's to Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl". The spotlight searched the audience finding the six members of the Glee club one by one as the boys made it to the stage first.

"Uptown Girl…she's been living in her uptown world…I bet she's never had a backstreet guy…I bet her momma never told her why…."

The three boys did simple steps in front of the audience and brought their hands down to the girls, helping them up on stage as the music Puck and Rachel had arranged began to kick up, the girls sang,

"Come on Rude boy, boy, Can you give it up?"

"Uptown girl…"

"Come on Rude boy, boy, Are you big enough…"

Jesse had been pushed to the wings of the amphitheatre at that point and could only watch in horrified fascination as six high school students from a subpar, loser Glee club mashed up Uptown Girl and Rude Boy effortlessly. Their choreography was incredibly basic, but the six of them had practiced so thoroughly together in the last school year that it was perfectly synchronized and accommodating to each of them. They were rough around the edges, certainly. But the roughness only endeared them to the crowd.

Even the tall doofus that had presumed to be able to take Rachel away from him, THE Jesse St. James, was making his spastic movements work as he harmonized with that ass hammer Noah Puckerman. Noah Puckerman. Rachel was fooling herself if she thought she had pulled the wool over her eyes for one moment. Sure, the pictures had always been hidden those three times he came over to her house. But they were barely hidden. Sometimes Rachel had been so lazy that she had simply faced the framed pictures towards the wall.

Pictures of the two of them together, grinning and happy since they were ten. She may have half-heartedly tried to hide it from him, but Jesse always knew that Finn Hudson wasn't the threat. Noah Puckerman was.

The young man in question was currently belting out the final words of Uptown Girl as the rest of the group sang a perfectly harmonized "Rude Boy" line at the same time. The crowd went absolutely insane, jumping to their feet, whistling and yelling at the top of their lungs. Jesse took a deep breath. Sure, he had felt something like that before. He had dazzled hundreds and thousands at competitions. Competitions already full of paying customers that had sought him out. These idiots from Lima had just completely enamored a group of total strangers who had only wandered into the amphitheatre to find a place to sit while they nibbled on amusement park food.

He'd never quite been able to do that.

He didn't stick around for the awards ceremony. Second place was never something he wanted to stick around for. That's the reason he never tried to fight for his chance at a relationship with Rachel when his team had pressed the issue.

Later in the day, when the park was closing and he was making his way out to his car, he saw Rachel giggle and laugh and launch herself at Noah Puckerman, who was pointing at a ridiculously large check for first place. Jesse steeled himself and walked up to them, professionally offering,

"Congratulations. Although, a word of advice? A performance like that will NEVER win regionals. You have a lot of cleaning up to do," Jesse offered.

"We'll get there," Puck promised. His hand found its way to settle on Rachel's back unknowingly. "We'll get there in no time."

The six McKinley High students watched in interest as Jesse strode off, obviously disappointed, but certainly not angry. Quinn shrugged when Mercedes poked at her and she muttered, "He deserves this. He's an asshole. Maybe this is making him a better person."

"Thank you for what you did, Quinn," Rachel said suddenly. "I know its probably really evil of me, but I've never been exactly completely innocent so…it really means a lot to me that you and Santana would go to suck great lengths…"

"Berry-pants?" Noah wondered, reaching into their stolen car and gripping her cell phone in his hands. "We gotta message from Mike…"

Rachel grabbed for her cell phone and read aloud,

"Don't call…Matt was punished for the noise. Don't know how much time I have…head west. Help us."

Since when did Jesse get so introspective? Since when did I decide to climb into Jesse's head? How awesome would a mashup of Uptown Girl and Rude Boy be? Uptown girl was definitely Puck's idea...I"m thinking Rude boy was Kurt's. And seriously, we know that Fuickleberry and the dancing Cheerios and jock's mash up in Vegas...but how on Earth do they get there? And since I'm on vacation until Monday (YES!), maybe I can finish this thing once and for all and move on to more supernatural pastures...

Thank you seriously very much for your patience. I appreciate the kind words I received about continuing this. let's hope writer's block stays dead.