Hi! This is my first glee fanfic and english is not my first language so I'm really sorry for my language skills... so if anybody want to edit this fanfiction go ahead!

Basically the idea came from the three movies The Hangover, let me know what do you think!

Prologue

Quinn

I am jolted awake by the sunlight flooding the room. What time is it? What day is it? Where am I? What happened last night?

Disoriented I attempt to open my eyes, but the light blinds me. with a moan I wipe away the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. My head is throbbing, my throat is dry, my mouth is filled with an horrible taste and my stomach does somersaults. What the hell happened last night? So much for a bachelorette party without problems ...

Calmly I try again to open my eyes, making no sudden movements and the hotel suite where we were staying come into focus. I can't help the shocked gasp that catches in my throat.. The room is a completely disaster, clothes everywhere, bottles of all kinds of alcohol and glasses of all shapes, from red plastic to crystal goblets, there is vomit on the wall and on the Persian carpet of who knows how many dollars, on the television is written FUCK with a shocking pink spray and the furniture is broken, thrown in the air, or covered with paint.

Shocked I try to get up, but the attempt makes me dizzy and my stomach makes a strange noise, so I so I lie back down. Suddenly I feel an arm reaching across my waist, and breath get stuck in my throat. A too much muscular and tanned arm to be the one of my fiancèe. Then my gaze falls on the small golden ring that bears the ring. I slept with a stranger! A married to a stranger! I swallow in vain, because my throat is too dry to produce saliva and I turn around to see the owner of the arm that is caressing my stomach.

And then I see it. Hazel eyes still half closed , a sleepy smile and a mohawak. No, not a normal mohawak, but THE mohawak.

With a big grin he kiss me castly on the lips when he see that I am awake. I remain still, immobile, too shocked to speak.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispers hoarsely. With his lips he go down to the neck until he reach my weak point and begins to suck gently, his left hand explores my body and then take my left hand and to his mouth. A glint catches my attention and I am breathless.

With his usual smirk he kisses wedding ring and says "Or should I say ... Good morning Mrs. Puckerman?"

I can not help the scream of pure terror that comes out of my mouth.

Rachel

I wake up because of my bulging bladder on the floor of the living room of the suite. My head is exploding, and the place is a total mess, I can see it from my eyes half closed with sleep, but do not waste my time looking around, the need to go to the bathroom is really too much. Running I trip in in a tangle of blankets and from the "Que te Follen hijo de puta de mierda" I understand that is Santana. What the hell happened last night?

I quickly threw open the bathroom door my bladder ready to explode. It seems to have someone with a jackhammer in my head, and my throat hurts a lot. The last time I felt like this was junior year, and I swore that I would never have done it again. Evidently the saying never say never was true. Finally my eyes can focus on my surroundings and a strong sigh come out of my lips. So much for a calm and peaceful bachelorette party...

The sink is disconnected from the wall, in the shower the water continues to flow from who knows how long, used condoms are scattered everywhere, and there are pills and bottles of alcohol. But it is something orange perched on an armchair (How did it get in the bathroom?) that catches my attention.

Curious I can not help but approach it with caution, but only when I notice the black stripes I understand what it is. And it's only when I see that it breathes that I can not help but scream.

Finn

I was having the most beautiful dream of my life when I a scream I know very well makes me blow up like a rocket ship. Falling out of the tub where I was asleep (No, don't ask me why ...) I end up straight at the foot of Rachel. I remain motionless, my face splattered to the floor, my head hurts so bad and I feel so dizzy that I can see the birds around me that usually see the cartoon characters when the anvil is throw up at their head... yes, definitely I'm still drunk.

I look up with all the strength in my body and I see my wife looking at me shocked and disgusted, and then she begins to scream louder, and I can not fail to notice her face and began to scream too, until a roar interrupts us. Both o f us look behind her at the armchair, and there we are, looking at a huge tiger licking its nose.

Scream even louder is the only thing we can do.

Santana

What the hell is the problem with this idiots?

First a stupid asshole wake me up tripping over me, and I'm pretty sure that was Rachel, I remember her non-existent delicacy in New York. When finally, ignoring my bladder and my head that feels like I had repeatedly slammed it against the wall last night, I was able to fall asleep again, here is the cry of our Broadway star filling my ears. Try to ignore that too, I think, but no, Frankeeteen begins to scream too.

I convince myself to ignore them, but the roar that comes next is rather worrying. With every ounce of willpower I have left I look for a glimmer of light to exit from the layers of blankets and bottles of alcohol around me, to see Finn and Rachel terrified moving the library, or at least what remains of the library, in front of the bathroom door. I look at them with a frown, as long as I do not see the left side of Frankeeteen and Rachel's mouth.

I would burst out laughing if I do not need to throw up so much.

While I remit also my guts in the first bag that I have found I hear them fussing.

"Oh God, Finn your face!"

"Okay, Rachel, I have to tell you something but don't panic your ... wait, my face? What's wrong with my face? "

"My what, Finn? MY WHAT? "

I turn to look at them with a raised eyebrow and I can not help but sigh. With all the calm of the world, especially to avoid to throw up again I get up and bring them two pieces of mirrors that were there on the ground (oh yes, a calm and quiet bachelorette party), putting it right in front of to their faces.

I swear, the yell and the facial expression that follow my actions are priceless.

"WHY THE FUCK I HAVE THE TATTOO OF MIKE TYSON ON MY FACE?"

"MY TOOTH! WHERE IS MY TOOTH? WHY AM I MISSING A TOOTH? WHY MY LIP IS SO BLOATED? MY BEAUTIFUL SMILE! WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME NOW? EH? »

Ok, maybe I'm a little bad, but I can not suppress a giggle. When they turn their face to me their facial expression tell me that's something I should worry about. They are gone from a sight that makes them seem ready to eat my head to a worried look to a smile and a chuckle. What the fuck is their problem?

Then they both turn the mirrors to me and I see it.

I run my hand on my head convinced that the mirror was rigged and that I was going to feel my flowing black hair, but nothing ... my head was completely bald.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY HAIR?!"

All three begin to despair again looking for a large and intact mirror when suddenly another cry makes us all turn.

"WHAT DOES IT MEAN THAT WE ARE MARRIED, PUCK!?"

Puck

Waking up after an hangover is not exactly the best of the feelings. The throat is dry, your head explodes, the mouth feels like you just licked the ass of a cow, the stomach writhing and having to throw up constantly are things that I know far too well seen my earlier, but God, what I feel now really makes me think that I have to stop drinking.

A few flashes of last night appears in my mind, as if I were watching a movie trailer. A toast, tequila, restaurants, wine, rum, absinthe, vodka, bottoms, tits, kissing with tongue and a chapel. Instinctively I open my eyes and look at my left hand.

So it was not a dream! I hear a noise around me and I turn my head. Seeing Quinn, my wife, naked, with blond hair scattered on the pillow is too much for me.

So when I gently reminded her to be Mrs. Puckerman what I expected was certainly not an earsplitting scream.

I tried to calm her down, but she kept screaming at me nonsense, and before I realized what was happening I found a lamp in my face while Quinn went out, slamming the door.

I remain speechless staring at the door and then jump out of bed, take the first pair of boxers that I find on the ground and went after her.

"Come on Quinn, you really don't remember our wedding?"

"I do not remember anything! What the hell happened last night? What do you remember? "

"Well, remember it's a big word... I have something like littles flashbacks ... let's say ... I have this picture of the two of us in a chapel and thought it was a dream, but given the rings ...»

With a loud moan Quinn runs her hands through her blonde hair so hard that I thought she almost pull them out.

"I cannot stand your view now." She says putting more distance beetween us.

"Come on Quinn ..." I try to follow her, but all of sudden she stopped and I finish into her. I look at what it might have she seen to stop so suddendly and see the shocked faces of Rachel, Finn and Santana. And well, at least he and Quinn were not a fucking mess like them.

"What the fuck ... Finn is That a real tattoo? And God help me, Santana where the fuck are your hair? "Said Quinn on the verge of tears.

Rachel burst into tears, while Santana cursing in Spanish against everything and everyone making the room even more messed up.

"Oh God .. Berry what happened to your face? and where's your tooth? 'I exclaimed making her cry even more. Quinn gave me the colder look in the world.

"My God .. I'm getting married tomorrow, and my maid of honor is without hair, while the other without a tooth! Not to mention Finn with that tattoo of Mike Tyson ... »

"You forget that you're already married," I sing-song waving the hand with the wedding ring in front of her face.

"Are you two married?" Said Finn looking at our hands.

"Yeah, amazing huh?"

"OH, HELL TO THE NO!" The sudden scream made us all turn.

A fuming Mercedes was coming out of the room with just a sheet around her, followed by a Sam pretty green in the face with a pillow to cover his lower parts.

"Mercedes please ... this is definitely not as it seems!"

"NOT AS IT SEEMS? AND HOW IT SHOULD BE? ME, YOU, KURT AND BLAINE NAKED IN A BED FULL OF CONDOMS, WHAT DO YOU THINK HAS HAPPENED? "

Ew. just ... ew.

"Oh God, I can not think that without the nedd to throw up ..."

"Actually I think that is for the hangover ..."

"Sam stop being an idiot for once in you pathetic life!"

And then someone starts to cry in the more remote corner of the room. Tina, obviously. And all of us ignore her, obviously.

"God, what happened to you guys?" Sam said looking at us worried.

"We got married!"

"I'm bald, you jerk!"

"I have a tattoo!"

"My tooth!"

Having cried all at once I'm pretty sure that Sam did not understand anything, but hey, it's Sam, he would not understand anything anyway.

And then, two more emerge from the hallway. Kurt and Blaine, just like I would never want to see any of them in my life.

Kurt

Waking up with Mercedes screaming next to your ear is not a nice experience, I can say this with sincerity. Still less is it to wake up and find that you're naked in a bed full of condoms with your husband, his straight best friend and your female straight best friend, and former girlfriend of the best friend.

Mercedes run away from the room with Sam at his heels, while I am staring at the ceiling. This is without a doubt the worst hangover of my life.

Someone bursts into tears (Tina, I'm sure) and I decide to go outside.

"Please put some pant on Lady Hummel and Gay Winklevii Twin."

"My God, Kurt, what happened to your skin?" Said Rachel paralyzed.

'Wha-Oh no ... ohnoohnoohnoohnoohnoohno "my porcelain skin ... my precious beautiful skin ... it was orange. Orange self-tanner!

Then I hear a chuckle behind me, and I see my dear husband, trying to hide the grin behind his hand.

"If I were you I'll not laugh so much, Mr. No-more-Eyebrows!" With terrified eyes he puts his hands over his eyes to find no more than skin, skin, skin.

"NO!" Throwing himself on the ground between the shards of glass to look at his reflection and admire his face without eyebrows. Scary, to be honest, but then none of us is so much the better. I look around, and while Blaine (and Tina of course) is crying on the floor I see that someone is missing.

"Where is Brittany?"

Santana's eyes widen. Snix in 3 ... 2 ... 1

And here is the volcano Santana screaming and turning the place from top to bottom. God help the poor maid of the hotel...

"Hey hey, slow down, it's my credit car that is paying for this disaster" says Puck, but it wasn't definitely the right thing to do, if Quinn had not picked up and dropped him to the ground I'm sure Snix would have already snapped open with her teeth his carotid artery.

Brittany

Everyone knows that I'm a genius, but when I find myself on the terrace of our hotel suite in a kennel surrounded by kittens and snickers I can not help but wonder what happened last night.

Just for a moment, because after that I threw up, and immediately after that I could not help but cuddle with the kittens.

After hours when I had gone back to sleep surrounded by all that sweetness I am awakened by the hysterical cries of Santana.

Unstable I get up rubbing my eyes and putting in place the eskimo fur hat with cat ears and enter the salon. Everyone breathe a sigh of relief and Santana throws her arms around me hugging me tight.

"What happened to you?"

"Where were you Brittany! You stayed out all night? " asks Santana.

"I was in a nest of kittens, they kept me warm and cuddled me!"

Everyone looks confused, and then look at me like I was crazy. I have not graduated from MIT with honors in just three years to go for crazy, so I go out and port the basket of kittens in the house. Quinn slams her hand on her forehead yelling "Kittens" and then fall to the ground.

Blaine

Stopping for a moment from look in the mirror and cry my beautiful triangular eyebrows I look around, seeing the despair on the faces of my dear friends, I feel compelled to take their morals up.

"You'll be fine friends! Do not lose heart! "Everyone looks at me as if I had grown a second head, so taking the first of them is close to me, Finn i yell " Come on, it's not so bad, I think it's totally badass, and I'm pretty sure it's one of those fake, have you tried to clean it with water? "

"Sure, try to wash off" Puck said rolling his eyes.

After shooting a glare in his direction I try to drag Finn in the bathroom, but he and Rachel stop me yelling "NOT THE BATHROOM!"

'Wha-Why? "

"There's a fucking tiger in the bathroom, a real, breathing, fucking tiger " says Finn.

"TIGER!" Quinn screams sinking deeper into the floor.

Quinn

A basket Full of kittens and a tiger in the bathroom. My God, F-A-N- fucking- T-A-S-T-I-C.

I try to sink even deeper into the floor, hoping that it will swallow me and let me disappear or go back in time and scream a loud FUCK YOU to Santana at the time of the plans for the bachelorette party, or maybe better yet, find that it was all a dream and wake up in the arms of my beloved fiancée and get married on the beaches of Santa Barbara tomorrow as scheduled.

Then Santana interrupted my moment of self-pity saying "So let's recap ... I have no hair, the Other Gay is without eyebrows, Lady Hummel looks like he came out from Geordie Shore, Berry seems Pamela Anderson on crack after a fight and without a tooth, Mercedes and Sam are shocked, Frakeeteen has a tattoo on half of his face, Tina will not stop crying, but actually that's normal, you two are married and there is a basket of kittens and a tiger in the bathroom ... Did I forget something? "

"Yes, you forgot that I have to get married tomorrow! I've got to marry Biff, dammit! »

"You can not marry that idiot! You're already married to me! "Screams Puck.

"I want the annullament!"

"Where is Artie?" asks then Finn with his usual confused look.

My heart skips a beat. Oh God...

I hear others around go to look for him, but I can not take a step, if I keep my eyes closed maybe all this will go away.

"So Wheels is gone." Santana points out.

God please help me.

"Come on guys, I think we should sing our emotions! There's a stranger in my bed, there's a pou ... "

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLAINE!"

I like Blaine, I really do, but enough is enough. Everyone starts screaming and stir until Finn begins to scream louder

"ENOUGH! Enough...Ok now I tell you what we'll do: we'll go down to breakfast as if nothing had happened, we say that our friend is sleeping in the room and not come in for cleaning, we will search clues in the pockets of last night, we will find Artie, we'll buy a wig for Santana, Puck and Quinn will ask the annulment and she'll marry Biff in Santa Barbara! "

"I love the badass side of you" Rachel said jumping on to Finn.

"Ew, stop it please" Kurt said.

"One question Frankeeteen, how are you going to do all this?"

"... I do not know ..."

Everyone sighed, and then scream together "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!"