Note: Trust me when I tell you I wasn't planning to update anymore this week (in case any of you read "Strip Me", it will be updated either this weekend or next week), but this story kept plaguing my mind. Maybe it's because I've been away from this one for so long, haha! Anyhoo, the first part of this chapter will be written from Rachel's POV, and I will be replaying the last bit of the previous chapter. Just giving you a heads up.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

Rachel POV

"God can you believe her?" I mutter to Brittany as she looks for a spot in the woods. I know I should have said something when I first noticed we got lost, but Santana didn't have to be so mean about it. I'm the driver and creator of this trip, it's a lot of pressure to handle you know?

"Why is Santana mad at you?" Brittany asks me from behind a tree, and then I realize she's been asleep these past two hours. Lucky for her, she wasn't awake to live the tension. Well, in all fairness, if she were awake I'm sure Santana would have been a lot nicer. She's always had a soft spot for Brittany.

"She blames me for getting us lost," I tell her with a sigh.

"But it's not your fault."

I shake my head. "Well Santana obviously doesn't agree."

"She's just grumpy," Brittany explains. "You know how she can get. She's Santana."

"That's not an excuse," I snap back, unintentionally a little too loud. I certainly didn't want to make it sound like I was mad at Brittany, but with the cooped up tension from this past hour I just couldn't stop myself from blurting it out. "She gets away with it just because she's Santana?"

Brittany reappears from behind the tree, slightly grinning and I'm not sure why. "What?"

Playfully, she raises an eyebrow at me. "I'm pretty sure she'll be in a better mood when we get back."

Suddenly I catch her drift, and I smile at the realization. "Oh god, I can't believe we left those horndogs alone in the RV."

Brittany chuckles. "Bet you she'll be a lot nicer though."

"Do they really think we're still not onto them?" I ask in disbelief.

"I don't think we're on their mind right now."

I grimace a little as I think of what they could be doing in the RV, tainting the backseat for sure. "Let's just get back before this gets out of hand."

Brittany nods in agreement and together we start walking back to the RV. I chuckle softly to myself as I think about how clueless Santana and Quinn consider us to be. Neither Britt or myself needed a Mexican third eye to figure out something was going on between them.

Brittany noticed it first. She called it an energy exchange. As soon as Britt pointed that out to me I started noticing it as well. I couldn't believe it at first, but there was something about the way they looked at each other. I don't know, sometimes you can just tell. Finally after seeing them make-out on the beach the other night – Brittany and I may or may not have followed to spy on them – there was no doubt left. Quinn's sad attempt to hide it afterwards was laughable, but we kept a straight face. They may not be ready to tell us, but that wasn't going to stop us from leaving subtle hints. Honestly, I don't care if they want to get together. I don't think Brittany does either. We just want them to be happy, have fun. After all, that's what this trip is all about.

When we get back to the RV Santana's already there smirking at me. "I see you didn't get lost."

I roll my eyes at her, finding it hard to appreciate the comment. "Okay you know what, that's enough Santana, I told you –"

"I was kidding."

I narrow my eyes at her, and finally I notice the expression on her face has softened. Despite what I just discussed with Brittany, I find myself in awe at how quickly her mood has changed.

"I… I'm sorry. I overreacted and I apologize," she tells me as I crawl into the driver's seat.

When I sit down I exchange a humored look with Brittany. She lifts her eyebrow, as if to say told you.

"That's… okay," I tell Santana, looking back at her as I try hard to keep a straight face. "I'm sorry too. I should have said something when I noticed we got lost."

"So we're cool?"

"Yeah," I nod at her, unable to keep my grin away. "But the next time you act like that I'm making you walk."

I hear her mutter a little "as if" as I start the car, but I think it's safe to say we're all in a better mood. Especially when we finally got back on track.

Two hours later we approach New Hampshire, and I feel relieved that I managed to get us there without getting lost again. I look through the mirror to find Santana and Quinn fallen asleep, leaning against each other. That must've been the most peaceful I'd ever seen them. I think back at the McKinley days and I can practically still see them argue as if it were yesterday. How they got from frenemies to cozying up to each other like this, I do not know. Maybe it's because they are similar, despite the fact that they try to deny it. Perhaps they understand each other in a way that no one else does. It makes perfect sense, actually. They were carved from the same hierarchical tree, and maybe they fought so often because they both wanted the same things. And I guess now, they want each other.

"Oh my god is that it?" Brittany asks me as she points at the cabin in the distance.

I smile before nodding. "Yeah."

"It's beautiful," I suddenly hear Quinn say. I turn to see Santana is slowly waking up as well.

"Are we in Canada yet?" Santana asks sleepily, and I can't believe she can already joke around in that state of mind.

"Shut up," I tease back. "We are not lost, we're right where we need to be."

She slowly sits upright. She looks out the window to scan the environment as the rest of us do the same.

"Wow… this place is –"

"Amazing, I know," I say proudly, cutting Santana off.

It was just like I'd remembered. The trees were beautiful, not scary like the ones in the woods back when we got lost. It was also just the perfect amount of quiet. Here and there I notice people walking their dog, so the place doesn't feel completely deserted. And even though I was little the last time I came here, the cabin was still big.

I pull over and we all slowly get out of the car, Quinn helping Santana.

"Your uncle's cabin is huge," Santana says, looking at it in awe.

Quinn nods. "Seriously…"

"This is so cool," Brittany smiles excitedly.

I'm not gonna lie, it feels so good to see them this excited about the trip I planned. I know everyone – and by everyone, I mean Santana – started this out a little skeptically, but I think this might just turn out to be one of the best trips ever.

I ruffle in my bag, searching for the key to the cabin. As soon as I get a hold of it, I pace towards the door. "Let's settle girls!"

When we get inside we all take the time to look around. The place was surprisingly clean, I mean, it was dusty but fortunately there were no dirty cockroaches in sight. I see the fire place, and suddenly I remember how much fun it used to be to hang out in front of it with my family. This week was going to be great, I knew it.

There were two floors, and three bedrooms. Two bedrooms were upstairs as the other one was downstairs. The latter had two beds. The first thing that comes to mind is how we were going to arrange where everyone was staying. Brittany and I exchange yet another glance, realizing we should get Santana and Quinn to bunk up together.

"I think Santana and Quinn should share a room together," Brittany blurts out.

I frown at her bluntness, but I quickly play along. "I agree, I've been wanting to get a room to myself. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't enjoy your company. I just don't want to bother anyone with my morning rituals, I know how much you hate them, Santana."

Santana frowns at me, but she doesn't bother to disagree.

"Okay…" Quinn says, the same frown creasing her forehead. "But Britt –"

"I need space." Brittany cuts her off. "Me and my incredibly genius brain need room to think."

"About what?" Santana asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

Brittany shrugs. "The meaning of life. Poverty. Breakfast."

I shake my head at her, but I don't hear Santana nor Quinn trying to argue with our reason. "So then it's settled!" I announce.

"I guess…" Santana mumbles, sharing a confused look with Quinn.

"We'll be spending most of the time downstairs anyway," I add, though I suddenly realize that may not be the case. Then again, if they really want to fight for their secret they won't act too suspicious. "Anyway, the bigger room is the one to the right here. I'll take your stuff so you don't have to worry about that," I say with a smug smile.

I can tell Santana and Quinn are both struggling to say something, but it looks like they chose not to. So, I take that as my cue to walk back to the RV and haul the stuff out along with Brittany. A moment later Quinn joins us to help out.

A half an hour later we all moved into our own bedrooms to settle in. Even with all the pictures I had brought with me to decorate the room with, it was no surprise Quinn and Santana took longer "settling in" than the rest of us. Brittany appears at my bedroom door, grinning at me.

"Should we get them?" she asks.

I shake my head with a smile. "I think we should let them have their moment."

Santana POV

"I mean, doesn't it bug you how weird they were acting?" Quinn asks me, as I lay down onto the bed.

I have to admit, Rachel and Britt were being awfully suspicious. But right now, knowing we have the room to ourselves, I can't bring myself to care. "What bugs me is that we've been alone together for two minutes and you haven't kissed me yet."

She smiles at me. I motion for her to come over as she approaches my bed. Carefully she lays down her body on top of mine and I can feel my heart rate pick up as she does. She shifts a little, bringing both hands up to my face. It's a funny little thing, what a touch can do. I know it sounds stupid, but I really am feeling butterflies in my stomach. Obviously we're talking bad-ass butterflies and – oh my god – Quinn will never hear me say this out loud.

"Am I hurting you?"

"What?" I ask, a little dazed by my own thoughts.

She chuckles before clarifying. "Your knee."

I laugh a little at my stupidity before a grin slowly creeps to my lips. "No it's fine. You're a pretty good distraction."

She narrows her eyes me. "And I haven't even kissed you yet."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Her luscious lips linger barely an inch away from mine, but with the way she's got me pinned down I can't reach up to kiss her, so I'm pretty much at her mercy.

"For you to beg," she says in that matter-of-factly manner and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"You're such a bitch." I shake my head, but before I get the chance to complain any further she takes me by surprise. I feel her lips crashing onto mine, and for a moment I lose my breath at the sensation. Her tongue slides into my mouth and – well fuck – I can't deny she's a talented kisser. I allow the feeling to linger, but then I suddenly feel the urge to remind her that I'm better. Perhaps a remainder of our high school competitiveness. Regaining control of my movements, I reciprocate. I bring my hands up to hold her waist and pull her body tightly against mine. When a moan finally escapes her I can't help but feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips. It was literally the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.

"Need to catch your breath?" I tease as she slowly pulls away. I notice her smile, and her flushed cheeks.

She lets out a small laugh before turning back to look at me in the eyes. "I – Yeah. If I'd known a kiss could be this good I would've made out with you sooner."

"No you wouldn't have." I say it in a somewhat skeptical manner, but it was an honest answer. Back in high school we were both too pre-occupied by worrying about what other people thought of us. It took me forever to come out of the closet, and it wasn't so much voluntarily as it was by force. In the end I'm glad it happened, but I know Quinn still holds other people's thoughts in high regard.

She takes a moment to herself. "Things are different," she answers eventually.

I arch my eyebrows. "No kidding."

She nods in agreement, before facing me with a bit of an uncertain expression. "Are you… okay? With me not wanting to tell anyone yet?"

"Yeah. I mean… I've been there you know."

When she just responds with an insecure smile, I try and lean forward to kiss her. I need to assure her that I'm okay with it, because I am. I draw her in as our lips softly graze each other. We still try to get to know each other's rhythm, adjust to each other's movements. Slowly but surely, I can feel that we're getting there.

It's a different kind of act of intimacy, when you speak words through body language. You can tell if people are insecure, or maybe the complete opposite. At the same time, you can tell them there's no need to be insecure, that they can just be themselves. It's funny how a thousand words can be spoken by saying nothing at all.

"I'll tell them, eventually," she whispers softly as we pull apart.

"I know," I tell her. She shifts, slowly rolling off to lay down next to me.

"Think they might know already though," I add.

"They have been acting weird…" Quinn agrees.

"Are we being too obvious?" I ask both her and myself.

"You were the one feeling me up under that blanket in the RV," she chuckles.

"Sorry," I shrug. "But don't pretend you were little miss innocent, dragging me off to the bathroom for a make-out session, I'm surprised if they don't already know something's up."

A small laugh escapes her. "I guess we haven't really been that careful… but… can we just, pretend? For now?"

I nod, sympathetically. I realize knowing is one thing, admitting something is on a whole other level. In completely honesty, we're just still trying to figure out what it is we have going on between us. I'm not going to force her out of whatever closet she's in just because we're having a good time. Maybe we are more, but time will tell.

"Maybe we should go out to the living room, you know…" I shrug. "So we're not completely obvious."

"I kinda like laying down with you," she tells me, turning to look at me with a playful yet sincere smile. I'm not even going to pretend that it doesn't affect me the way it does. "But I guess you're right, we should get up."

She gets up and I sigh at the loss of having her next to me.

"Come on you gimp," she teases, reaching out her hand to me.

I roll my eyes at her but I accept her help as she hauls me up to stand. I tumble a little, and suddenly we're back in a position where our faces are only a tiny distance away from each other. Needy as I may be, I playfully pucker my lips to draw her back into one more kiss. She gladly obliges as I smile into the act.

When she pulls away, she leaves me wanting more. Being the bitch she is, she turns around and starts pacing for the door. "Coming or what?" she asks, not even bothering to look at me but I know she's smiling.

I shake my head at her. I always knew Quinn Fabray was going to be the death of me, one way or another. I just never thought it could be the other.

Note: So Rachel and Brittany are anything but clueless – surprise surprise – and Quinn and Santana are bunking up together. I predict fun and sexy times in the future. Agree? Haha!

Oh right, I almost forgot to thank you for your reviews on last chapter! I'm so glad to hear people are still interested. Once again, I apologize for the delay.

Finally, I wish you a good day!