Disclaimer: Glee is not mine, and the only Pokémon I own are in my video games. The title of this fic is from the Offspring song of the same name. I don't own Star Wars.

"I can't believe it's almost been a month since I started my journey," Quinn stated as she sat down on the sand next to Sam.

"Yeah, it seems like just yesterday I was in the backyard with my little sister and showing her the wonders of bug Pokémon." He gazed at the sun rising above the water with a nostalgic smile.

"You have a little sister?"

"Mhmm. Stacey. And a little brother named Steve."

"Stacey, Steve, and Sam?" Quinn quirked an eyebrow at the alliteration.

"Yeah… hey, what's so funny?"

Quinn shook her head with a smile. "Nothing."

Sam furrowed his brows before shrugging and lying back in the sand. "Do you have any siblings?"

Quinn sighed and lied next to him. She looked upwards to see Sam's Butterfree fluttering overhead.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah. An older sister."

"What's her na—"

"You know, Rachel doesn't have any siblings."

Sam scrunched up his face at the interruption. "She's an only child? Hey, speaking of Rachel… Where is she?"

Quinn chuckled at a memory of Rachel singing a song with a similar name when they were younger. She shook her head and answered him. "On the phone." She pointed across the beach where Rachel was walking in a circle as she talked animatedly on the phone. "But yeah. Our friend, Puck, is kinda like an older brother to her though. He's like a brother to the both of us, actually."

"Isn't he the one that traveled with you guys before I joined the group?"

Quinn nodded in affirmative. "I think you two would get along."

Sam smiled. "I hope I get to meet this Puck someday—"

"Lemme talk to this guy!"

The two blondes jumped at the sudden voice. They quickly sat up to see Rachel with her arm stretched out towards them with the phone in her hand. They looked at her in confusion before she turned the volume on the speaker up even more.

"Am I on speakerphone? Put me on speakerphone, my Jewish Princess!"

"Puck?" Quinn stood up and wiped the sand off her outfit.

"Hi, Q! Rachel tells me you got some blonde Ken doll traveling with you two now!"

"Hey!" Sam jumped up.

Rachel gave a half-hearted shrug. "He said it, not me!" Though she may have described him as such when she first told Puck about how they met him.

"Is that him? Hey! Hey, Sean!"

"It's Sam," he grumbled.

"What's that? Speak up! Rach, is this thing on speakerphone?"

"Yes, you're on speakerphone," Quinn laughed.

"Okay. Awesome. So, Sam, right? I was just pulling your chain earlier. But I'm about to be super serious right now. See those two beautiful, strong, and talented young women right next to you?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Are you asking me or are you telling me?"

"Yes! I see them!" Sam saluted out of instinct. He blushed when he heard Quinn and Rachel's giggles.

"Okay. Cool. So, they're two out of the four most important women in my life. Right next to my mother and my little sister. If you let anything happ—"

"You just said yourself that they were strong women. I'm pretty sure they don't need me to look after them." It got silent on the other line, and Sam rushed to continue. "Um, I mean, if anything, I'll probably need them to look after me," he attempted to joke.

"…You know what, Sammy boy?"

"Um…"

"You're okay."

"Thank you? You're, uh, you're okay, too!"

"Damn right I am! I'm more than okay! I'm—"

"Okay, Puck, you're off speakerphone now." Rachel laughed as she put the phone up to her ear.

Quinn turned to Sam. "You okay?"

Sam blinked. "I'm not sure what just happened. But… yeah. I guess I am? Well, apparently according to Puck."

Quinn smirked. "Let's just say you passed his test."

"Oh." Sam blinked again before he smiled. "Oh. Cool."

"Quinn, Noah wishes to speak to you!" Rachel skipped over to Quinn and once again held out her phone.

Quinn took it with a smile and walked a few feet away. Her smile slowly faded as her brows furrowed and her face turned a light shade of pink when Puck started speaking. She glanced at Rachel before whipping back around and stomping away out of ear shot.

"I wonder what they're talking about," Sam inquired.

Rachel studied her childhood friend who seemed to be whispering frantically into the phone. "I have absolutely no idea."

Quinn looked over her shoulder at Rachel once more. Rachel gave a little wave and Quinn abruptly turned back around with a darker blush on her face. "No, you can't watch! I doubt it will ever happen, anyway! Goodbye—" Quinn yelled into the phone, only to be interrupted by something Puck was saying. Her facial expression softened and she sighed.

"Peculiar," Rachel observed.

Quinn shook her head and made her way back over to the two trainers. "Trust me, I know… Yes. Of course. Do you want to speak to Rachel before I hang up?" She rolled her eyes at something he said. "Nope, you can't keep your lady waiting, now can you?" Her smirked dropped off her face as another light blush appeared. "She's not my—that's different and you know it! Whatever. Tell Lauren I said hi. Now goodbye, Puck… Yes, we love you, too. Talk to you later."

"What was that about?" Rachel asked as she took her phone back.

Quinn's eyes widened. "Um, just Puck being Puck. You know how he is."

Rachel bit her lip. "If you say so—"

The sound of a horn interrupted her sentence. The three trainers looked out onto the water.

"Hey! I bet you that's the boat that will take us to the island!" Sam shouted in excitement. "Let's hurry to the harbor—ack!"

Rachel yanked on his shirt collar as he was about to start running. "Not so fast! We have to put away our sleeping bags, put out the fire, clean up our mess, and put our Pokémon back in their balls!"

"But—" Sam groaned when Rachel glared at him. "Fine."

Quinn chuckled at the people she surrounded herself with before helping to clean up.

"Oh, would you look at that." Rachel stated smugly. "Not only did we manage to make our spot on the beach all clean and pristine, but we also managed to make it to the harbor with ample enough time before the boat sets sail."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Can we just board already?" He asked excitedly as he jogged up to the boarding entrance.

"Ticket, please?" A worker asked.

"Wait, what? Ticket?" Sam asked in confusion.

"You need a ticket to board the S.S. Sue."

"Since when do you need a ticket? It's summer; trainers from all around the region will need to use this ship to finish their journeys," Rachel argued once she and Quinn caught up with Sam.

"S.S. Sue?" Quinn mumbled. "I wonder…"

"This is preposterous!"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but it's a precaution. Ever since Team Sylvester had been on the loose, we have to monitor who boards the ship. Now, if you don't have tickets, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of line and let the trainers who actually bought tickets onto the ship!"

"I can't believe this! I'll have you know that my fathers are gay and—"

"Come on, Rachel," Quinn grumbled as she grabbed onto her sleeve and motioned for Sam to follow them off the boarding dock.

"This is such bullshit." Sam sulked on a bench as Quinn placated a fuming Rachel.

"Psst. Hey."

"What?" Sam looked up and around.

"Here!"

He looked next to him only to find a trashcan. "Um…"

"Hey!"

His eyes widened and he jumped up from the bench. "Guys? The garbage is talking to me!"

"No, you idiot! Over here!"

"You're breaking character, S! You're gonna blow our cover!"

"Well if blondie over here didn't think the fucking trashcan was speaking to him—"

Sam stood up and saw two people dressed in peculiar garbs. He glanced back at Quinn and Rachel only to find them entering a nearby Pokémon Center. He looked back to the other two people and walked up to them.

"Shh! Quiet! He's coming this way!"

"Um, were you two talking to me?"

The woman brought her hood up as she addressed him. "You and your friends, board the boat, cannot?"

The guy next to her chuckled until she elbowed him in the side. He coughed before speaking, "Um, what she said."

Sam quirked an eyebrow. "That accent sounds familiar. What region are you guys from?"

"Shit." The woman's eyes widened. "Important that's not!" She waved the topic off. "But I am right about you being able to board the boat not, right?"

Her companion snorted.

Sam looked on in confusion. "Um, yes?"

"Well, in luck you are! Three free tickets I have!" She reached into her sleeve and pulled out three tickets labeled S.S. Sue. "Have them, you can!"

The guy next to her couldn't hold it in any longer and ended up clutching his stomach as he let out a hearty laugh.

Sam ignored him as he gazed at the tickets in awe. "Really? And for free?"

The guy wiped away a tear before straightening out his posture. The woman went to respond, but he grabbed the tickets out of her hands and gave them to Sam. "You better hurry before the boat leaves."

"Hey, what happened to your accent?"

He grabbed onto his friend's sleeve and ran in the opposite direction.

Sam stared after them before a thought hit him. "Wait, the way they were dressed…" He glanced at the tickets in his hands and back at the retreating figures. "The way she spoke…" A thought hit him. "I just spoke to a Jedi warrior! But wait, they're just fictional characters." He stared at the space the two occupied before shrugging. "I guess she must have traveled a lot to have picked up on that dialect," he concluded before running to the Pokémon Center. "Hey, Quinn! Rachel! Look what I got!"

Dave panted from laughter as he and Santana ran away from the bug trainer. "I don't know what's worse," he came to a stop as he continued to laugh, "these Star Wars costumes or your Yoda impersonation!"

Santana pulled the hood off her head. "Don't blame me for the clothes; Goolsby's the one who gave them to me. And shut up about the accent! I tried my best; therefore, no one should criticize me!" She bundled up the material and threw it at Dave.

He laughed even harder before catching his breath. "Okay, okay." He sighed out one last laugh. "Phew. At least we got them the tickets. Which… why did we do that again?"

"Goolsby told us to monitor them ever since the circus incident."

"Ah. Okay, okay." He was silent for a while before, "pain in my ass, Goolsby is."

Santana nodded before she realized what he said. "Hey! Mock me one more time and see what happens!"

"Lima Heights Adjacent on my ass, you will go?"

"So you're saying two cloaked figures just gave you three tickets for free?" Rachel asked dubiously as the three of them once again stood in line.

Sam nodded.

The worker from before stared them down as they walked further up the line. The gang held their breath as he scanned the tickets before rolling his eyes. He stepped to the side and let them through.

"Yes!" Sam stuck his tongue out at the back of the worker's head and ran up the stairs to the boat.

Quinn released a sigh. "It would've sucked if they were fake."

Rachel hummed in agreement. "It is quite peculiar how—"

"My lady!" A curly haired boy with glasses ran up to them once they made it onto the boat. His face turned bright red when he got a good look at Rachel. "Oh, you're not… I could've sworn…"

Quinn quirked an eyebrow as the new arrival stared intently at Rachel. She grabbed onto her arm and gently guided her away. "Come on, Rach, let's find Sam and then our rooms," she looked over her shoulder in distaste at the guy.

He shook his head before running after the two. "Wait!"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "What?"

He ignored her and gazed at Rachel. "I apologize for earlier. It's just… you looked like someone." He took his glasses off and gave what he hoped was a charming grin. "But, I must say, you're ten times more stunning than she is. I think I need a Full Heal, actually."

Rachel scrunched her face in confusion and a little bit of disgust. "I beg your pardon?"

He put his glasses back on and leaned against the railing of the boat. "Your beauty is so electrifying that it left me paralyzed!"

Quinn narrowed her eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Jacob Ben Israel," he ignored Quinn and offered Rachel his hand, "and you, my fair lady?"

"Um," she eyed his hand warily, "Rachel. And this is my… friend, Quinn." Instead of shaking his hand, she shrugged Quinn's off her arm to hold it in her own.

"Quinn, Rachel!" Sam ran up to the two enthusiastically. "You wouldn't believe the stuff they have on this ship! A buffet, a swimming pool—who are you?" He finally noticed the other person.

"Jacob Ben Israel," he repeated. "Bug trainer extraordinaire and president of the Pokémon fanclub!"

"Pokémon fanclub?" Sam asked in confusion. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Wait, bug trainer? Me too! My name's Sam!"

"Yes, Pokémon fanclub. We're quite notorious around these parts. It's where trainers gather together to discuss their favorite Pokémon, gym leaders, or elite four members." He winked at Rachel. "You should come down to my room for a personal meeting."

Quinn's eye twitched. She opened her mouth to say something, but Sam beat her to it. "She'll do no such thing, buddy."

Jacob frowned. "Am I to assume that you're her boyfriend?"

Sam tilted his head, "um, n—"

"No!" Rachel and Quinn shouted in unison.

Jacob grinned at Rachel. "So you're single?"

She hesitated. "Well, I mean…"

"I feel the urge to kiss you." Jacob leaned forward. "I'm just gonna go for it—Ouch!"

"Quinn!" Rachel grabbed the blonde's hand and inspected it. "Are you okay?"

"What about me?" Jacob whined as he clutched his cheek. "She slapped me! I think I need a kiss to make it better!"

"Listen you little creep," Quinn seethed, "we're on this boat for three days and two nights, and we better not see you even once during the rest of this trip. Do you hear me?"

Jacob gulped before putting on a brave face. "You don't scare me."

Quinn stepped forward and he squeaked in fear.

"Quinn." Rachel slid her hand up to the Quinn's shoulder. "He's not worth it."

"It's bug trainers like you that give the rest of us a bad name." Sam shook his head as the three of them walked away.

Jacob grunted in frustration. "Pokéball, go!"

"Pinsir!"

Quinn whipped her head around to see the brown bug Pokémon charging after them. Her eyes widened. She jumped in front of Rachel and Sam before throwing out her own pokéball.

"Quilava!" The fire Pokémon grabbed Pinsir's arms and held them in a lock.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Quinn shouted as the two Pokémon came to a standstill.

"Battling for my lady's hand!"

Quinn glared. "Excuse me?"

"My hand?" Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "I would never get married at such a young age." She leaned towards Sam and stage whispered, "Getting married before my twenties would be completely out of character for me."

Jacob's eyes lit up. "So you're saying that if I win, you'll wait for me?"

"No, she won't!" Quinn yelled. She blushed when she noticed a crowd had gathered.

Rachel shook her head with a smile. "What I'm saying is that you have to leave all of us alone when Quinn wins."

Jacob narrowed his eyes. "Deal. Get ready for our honeymoon!"

"Let the battle for Rachel Berry's heart commence!" Sam spoke in an announcer-type voice. He flinched at the glare Quinn sent him. He shrugged and scurried off to stand next to Rachel. He took out his pokédex and pointed it to Jacob's Pokémon.

"Pinsir: The Stag Beetle Pokémon. Protruding from the surface of Pinsir's horns are thorns. These thorns are driven deeply into the foe's body when the pincer closes, making it tough for the foe to escape. Once they grip an enemy, they won't release until the foe is torn in half."

Rachel gasped at the description. "Quinn, be careful—"

"Quilava, use Flamethrower!"

Flames ignited on Quilava's back as he released a stream of fire at Pinsir.

Jacob stared in shock with his mouth hung open as his bug Pokémon fainted.

"Quilava, return."

Rachel watched the scene with an impressed look on her face.

"Hot damn." Sam muttered. He walked through the group of people watching and went between the two trainers. "Team Quinnlava wins!"

The crowd clapped in amazement and cheered for the young woman who wiped out her opponent in one move.

"That… That's not fair!" Jacob called back his Pokémon in defeat. "I didn't even get a chance to show off Pinsir's moves!"

"Too bad." Quinn smirked. "Now I expect you to keep your end of the deal and leave us alone."

"No! I—" A hand on Jacob's shoulder stopped him.

"That's enough, son."

"Holy shit." Sam gaped.

Jacob tried to shrug the strong grip off his shoulder. "Get your hands off of me, you—" He turned around to yell at the offender only to choke on his breath. "Be-Be-Beis…"

"You're going to walk away and leave these three alone, you got it?"

He whimpered and quickly nodded. Once the hand left his shoulder, he bolted through the stuned crowd of people.

The person turned to the shocked group. "Okay, show's over. Everyone go back to what you were doing." Once the crowd dispersed, she walked over to the three friends. "Are you all okay?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes, thank you—"

"Who are you?" Quinn interrupted.

Sam gawked at Quinn. "Are you serious right now?"

"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows in offense.

"That's Shannon Beiste! She's a member of the elite four!"

Quinn's eyes widened.

Shannon chuckled at the three trainers. She turned to the speechless blonde. "That was some mighty fine battling, missy. I haven't seen a knock out like that in years! What's your name?"

"Her name's Quinn Fabray," Rachel answered proudly.

Shannon nodded. "Well, Quinn Fabray, I don't normally do this…" She reached behind her and pulled a fishing rod seemingly out of nowhere. "But with the way you battled, well, let's just say I think a young trainer such as yourself would be better off with this than me. It's called the Super Rod; way better than any ordinary fishing rod. Just cast this baby into water and bam!" The three friends jumped at the sudden increase in volume. "You won't be catching Magikarp, I'm telling you that!"

Quinn scrunched up her face in confusion as she took the rod. "Thank you?"

"No problem, pumpkin! But listen, I gotta jet." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "I expect to see you again in a few weeks at the stadium, got it?"

"Yes ma'am!" The three watched the elite four member disappear amongst the people on the boat.

"Did that just happen?" Sam asked in disbelief. He shook his head and turned to Quinn. "Lemme see that!"

"What? No. It's mine."

"Oh, come on!"

Rachel sighed. "Now, now, children." She grabbed the rod out of their hands. "Let's go find our rooms and then you can play."

"I'm not getting anything!" Sam huffed as he reeled in the Super Rod.

"That's because you're too impatient. You have to cast it out and wait for a bite; you can't expect to catch a Gyarados on your first try." Quinn took it from him and cast out the line herself. "Besides, you're a bug trainer so why are you trying to catch a water type?"

Rachel watched the two in amusement from her spot on a beach towel.

Sam sulked before the line started to move. "Oh, hey!" He grabbed the rod and tried to reel it in.

"What are you doing? That's mine!" Quinn took hold of another part of it.

"I've been waiting forever; I think you should give this one to me!"

"No way! You had your chance! Besides, Beiste gave me the Super Rod!"

A red light shot out of Rachel's bag beside her.

"Teddiursa!"

Rachel looked on in puzzlement as her little bear Pokémon watched the two blondes bickering back and forth.

"Let go! You're going to break it!"

"You let go!"

"Ursa!"

"Teddiursa, no!"

"Tony!"

The two blondes gazed in disbelief as the Pokémon used his little claws to cut the fishing line. They heard a giant splash and ran up to the railing of the ship.

"Dewgong! Gong, gong!"

Sam slapped his forehead in frustration. "Was that a…"

Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose before sighing heavily. "Yes."

They both turned around to glare at Teddiursa.

His eyes widened and he ran to Rachel. She laughed as he cuddled into her lap. "Awe, are they being mean to you, Tony-wony?"

"Us? That was a Dewgong he just let go!"

"A what?" Rachel tilted her head.

Sam ran his hand through his hair. "Never mind," he grumbled and sat down with his arms crossed on the towel next to her.

Rachel chuckled before putting Tony back in his pokéball. She stood up and walked over to a pouting Quinn. "Here, let me see it." She took the Super Rod and fixed the wire before adding a new hook to it. She turned around with a smirk, "watch how it's done."

Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly and sat down next to Sam to watch. Before she could even get comfortable, Rachel let out a noise of triumph as she vigorously reeled the line in.

"You've gotta be shitting me," Sam whined as they both stood back up and watched in amazement as Rachel gave one last tug. A star shaped Pokémon splashed out of the water and onto the boat next to the gang. It shook off the line and remaining droplets of water before facing the gawking brunette.

"Staryu," Rachel breathed in awe.

"Yu!"

"Staryu: The Star shape Pokémon. As long as the center section is unharmed, Staryu can heal itself from any battle. It gathers with others in the night and makes its red core glow on and off with the twinkling stars, as if communicating with them."

"I've always wanted a Staryu!" Rachel squealed in excitement. "Go, Mr. Arnstein!"

"Leef!"

"Use tackle!"

"Bayleef!" The grass Pokémon kicked his front legs in the air with a mighty cry before charging at the water Pokémon. Staryu jump in the air to dodge the assault and rapidly began to spin.

"It's using Rapid Spin!" Sam called out unnecessarily.

"Use your vines to stop it," Rachel ordered confidently.

Dark green vines shot out from Bayleef as Staryu quickly descended towards him. His vine grabbed hold of one of Staryu's points and he swung the opposing Pokémon across the deck.

A group of people ran out of the way as Staryu landed between them. Its center began to glow red and it slowly recovered from its injury. It jumped back up and tilted its head at Bayleef; a spiral of water blasted out at the grass Pokémon.

"Dodge it, Nicky!"

Bayleef swung his vines to the floor to push himself out of the way of the attack.

"Yes," Quinn cheered. She quickly ran to get Rachel's bag that was left on her towel and rummaged through it. She grabbed hold of an item and jogged back to the battle.

Rachel grinned, "Now use Giga Drain!"

The giant leaf on the grass Pokémon's head started to glow bright neon green, and a bolt of light shot out at Staryu. It wrapped around the water Pokémon and sapped its energy.

Rachel took the pokéball Quinn had retrieved for her with a grateful smile. She turned back towards the battle and threw it. The water Pokémon went inside the ball and the small crowd that had gathered watched in anticipation as it fell to the floor and shook a few times. Rachel strode towards the pokéball and picked it up when it finally stilled. "I caught…" she thrust the item in the air and beamed at the crowd, "…Staryu!"

The audience burst into cheers as she soaked up the attention.

"Wow, they're really eating out of the palms of her hands, huh?" Sam deadpanned and plopped back down on the beach towel.

"Rachel Berry is a woman of many talents," Quinn began as she watched a few more people congratulate the brunette on her battling skills, "and working a crowd just so happens to be one of them."

Rachel gave one last grin to the spectators before making her way over to the group. She knelt down next to Bayleef and hugged him. "You were amazing, Mr. Arnstein. Now let's bring out our new friend!"

"Yu!" The brown star Pokémon reappeared in front of the group and hopped exuberantly.

Rachel shook as she clenched her fists and hung her head low.

"Um, Rach," Sam stood up from the towel and made his way over to her, "are you okay—ack!"

Rachel couldn't contain herself; she threw her hands in the air in excitement and accidentally knocked Sam out of the way. She didn't notice him as she squealed in delight at the sight of her new Pokémon. "I can't believe I have a Staryu!" Her brown eyes shined as she gazed at it. "I've always wanted one ever since my dads said my m—" She faltered for a second before continuing, "said… said I was their little star!" She nodded and turned towards the two blondes. "After all, a star Pokémon is only befitting for a star trainer! And stars are sort of—"

"—Your thing." Quinn finished for her with a smirk. She filed Rachel's almost slip-up to the back of her mind as she watched the happy scene unfold.

"So what are you gonna name it?" Sam asked.

"I…" Rachel paused. "I don't know."

Sam fake gasped. "You mean to tell me Rachel Berry, Unofficial Pokémon Name Rater, doesn't have a nickname prepared in case she ever caught a Staryu?"

"Sam," Quinn warned.

"I'm just teasing." He held up his hands in surrender. He turned back towards the pouting girl, "how about I help you?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "The last time I accepted help in nicknaming my Pokémon, Hoothoot got named after an alcoholic beverage."

"What?" Sam shook his head, "it doesn't matter. Come on, lemme help! I already got the coolest name in mind!"

"It's not after some comic book character, is it?" Quinn laughed.

"Well, I mean, you see…" Sam sputtered before he blurted out, "Starfire is a good name!"

Rachel gasped. "Starfire…" She trailed off as she looked back and forth between Staryu and Sam. She pressed her palms to her cheeks and beamed. "That's perfect!"

Shannon grinned as she watched the three friends from her spot on an upper level of the ship. She was away on official Elite Four business, and she was itching to get back to the stadium to train her Pokémon. Seeing all these new trainers made her eager for the battles to come.

She glanced down one last time to see Quinn with her hand on that brunette girl's shoulder and an easy smile on her face.

"That one," she said to herself as she walked back towards her VIP room, "the League is definitely going to have a hell of a time with her."