Hello, guys! Welcome to my new story 'Flash!'. This isn't an original story, it's actually a translation of the story 'Flash' by Dark Roz. I hope you will like it, don't forget to leave a review and check out my other stories! If you do, you will get a virtual cupcake :3

~Sammy

"This party sucks!" Becky Jackson whined for what seemed like the hundredth time of the night.

She never should have accepted the invitation from Miss Big-Nose-Big-Ego. Talking about Rachel, she entered the bathroom forty-five minutes ago and still didn't walked out, the two gays were spread over the bed, owning the TV remote and the television and Puck was still trying to steal her M&M's. She was sure that even at school, the party would be more interesting.

An idea that would've made Coach Sylvester proud popped into her head. An idea that would make the night less boring.

Throwing a last glare at the guy who was sitting on her mini-bar, she took out of her bag the box of condoms she had bought and threw it on the bed… to see it land directly on Blaine's head.

Puck tried to hold in his laugh at the sight of the boy covered in condoms, while Kurt was helping Blaine take them off – of course, with a little smirk plastered on his mouth – from his hair.

"Becky, why did you do that?" asked Blaine, his cheeks slightly red from what had happened to him.

"Well, this anti-prom for looser is boring as hell. So I thought that you two could just do it now to give us something to watch."

Nobody dared moving, nobody was even breathing. They all saw the determinate look in Becky's eyes.

"Becky, we can't do it here..." Blaine started, feeling the awkwardness grow in the room.

"Don't be ashamed, you're very well built... And you have nothing to hide, I saw you last week in the locker room."

"What ?!" Puck, Kurt and Blaine shouted at the same time.

"And what did you see?" Puck asked, suddenly finding interest in the conversation.

"He was… You know…" Becky answered awkwardly, starting to do the gesture in the air.

"Stop, it's okay! I think they get it now..." Blaine cut off Becky, wishing the bed was actually a trap, that he could get pulled into it and never get out.

"And can I know why you were doing that in the locker room?" Kurt asked, giving his boyfriend a puzzled look.

The boy was staring at the floor, thinking it would probably be better to be at Prom with no hair-gel then in this embarrassing situation.

"It was after your performance of 'Not the boy next door'... And I… You… I mean, with the gold pants… and the way you danced… I just, couldn't handle it."

When she saw the little spark in Kurt's eyes, she knew she had almost won.

"So, are you going to use these condoms?"

Kurt was about to answer, but Puck cut him off.

"Tell me, Becky... Why were you in our locker room?"

"Well, I was hiding to see the guys under the shower! Duh!" The blonde said, like it was a thing that every girl in school would do.

Thinking that the blonde was not paying attention to them anymore, Kurt and Blaine got up from the bed and subtly started going for the door.

"Hey, you two! What are you doing?"

"Erm... We're going to go..." Blaine said, reaching for the doorknob.

"Watch yourself, Mister Hair Gel. I took pictures in the locker room."

Blaine cut off Kurt, as he was about to defend his boyfriend, pressing his lips quickly on his, pushing him on the bed and whispering "Do everything she says."

"Yay!" Becky shouted, victorious of this situation, while taking out her cell phone to snap a picture of this moment. Puck did the same while the two others were trying to satisfy the blonde, but still trying to keep a bit of their dignity. Which meant for them kissing furiously, Blaine lying on top of Kurt making the smaller boy un-able to move. Because of that, it seemed their clothes wouldn't last very long.

"I bet 20 bucks that they'll choke in 5 minutes!"

"Is that all you got, Puckerman? I bet two minutes!"

Someone cleared their throat, then said "Am I interrupting something?" Rachel Berry style, a.k.a the saver, a.k.a the bitch that ruined the night, depends on your point of view.

Kurt and Blaine finally pulled away from each other at that moment, because of the fact that the situation they were in right now could be mistaken as clothed porn.

"You guys do what you want, I'm going to Prom." Rachel said while the others just saw that she was wearing her dress and that she had done her hair.

"We're coming with you!" Blaine said quickly, knowing that Kurt and him had to save themselves from this room to keep the only bit of dignity they had left.

Rachel opened the door and left without them.

"Go with her..." Kurt whispered in his boyfriend's ear. "I'm coming soon; I have one last thing to do."

When Blaine walked out, the brunette boy made sure his boyfriend had closed the door before turning to Becky.

"For the pictures of Blaine in the locker room, your price will be mine."