Chapter 1

Author's Note: Hello all! Ok, so I don't want to bore you all on my first ever story, so I'll try and keep this short. This is my first fanfic written and it based on and uses the same characters as CP Coulter's Dalton. She is awesome and kind of my inspiration for this because up until I read Dalton I thought fanfic was cheesy and lame. That was 2 months ago… look at me now. :D

Anyways, this fanfic is called "Last Friday Night" and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, I do not own CP Coulter's Dalton (hence it being called CP Coulter's Dalton and not alexagirl18's Dalton).

Singing along loudly to the beat, Dwight's fingers were moving furiously fast across the coloured buttons. One of his many defence pendants clanged against the plastic body of the instrument as sweat dripped from his face. He was going to do it, he was so close… just one note to go and…

The entire room was plunged into darkness. Dwight dropped the plastic guitar, grumbling under his breath and kicking aside the Guitar Hero game case. Reaching for his flash light, (which he kept in his pocket at all times), he flicked it on. Before quickly checking the room for any intruders or unwanted spirits, he opened his door onto the equally dark corridor.

"Ow – David that was my foot!" cried a voice from across the hall; it sounded a lot like Wes. Dwight shone the flash light in the direction of the voice and saw Wes and David peering out of their dorm. "What's going on?" asked David. Dwight shone his torch around the corridor, carefully inspecting it. "Where are you going?" he demanded after seeing David take two steps outside his dorm and down the hall. "Are you mad! There could be something down there-"

This statement was interrupted by a loud crash coming from a nearby dorm. Wes and David exchanged looks that meant one thing: Reed… until they realized they were in complete and utter darkness and neither of them could see it. A few moments later, Kurt burst out of his and Reed's dorm room, clutching a torch and gasping for breath, "Where's the first aid kit?"

"Blaine's room… but don't-!" It was too late. Kurt had ran down the corridor and flung open Blaine's door without even knocking. What happened next was a blur.

"KURT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Blaine shouted from the depths of his room. Kurt screamed and ran out of Blaine's room, slamming the door behind him, his hands over his eyes. "What's going on up here?" asked Charlie, coming up the stairs with another large flashlight. "I tried to tell you Blaine was in the shower…" Wes mumbled defensively, looking at Kurt's shocked face. Charlie shone his flash light over the whole scene. "OK, so I'm going to pretend that I didn't just witness that," Charlie said, grinning. Kurt moaned from where he was crumpled on the floor.

"Anyway, power's out – the storm has taken down some of the power lines," explained Charlie. "I want everyone down in the common room now," he said.

"Why?" asked Dwight.

"Because I don't trust you." Charlie took one last look around the corridor and went to round up the others Windsors. The absence of Charlie's bright flash light meant the light in the corridor was now just a dim glow from Dwight's flashlight. An eerie silence set across the scene, something rare in Windsor. It was broken by a muffled cry from Kurt and Reed's room.

"Still here you know."


"OK, everyone… shut up." Charlie was stood on top of the coffee table in the Windsor common room; he had successfully gathered up all of the Windsors, which he considered a great feat. "I've got you all here because I don't want you wreaking havoc around the house and grounds while it's dark, you understand?"

"Does that mean we're free to wreak havoc around the house and grounds when it's light then?" asked one of the Tweedles. Charlie chose to ignore this.

"I think we could be able to create a safe power source that we could use to run campus for a few hours, Charlie," offered the voice of Drew.

"No, we are not having a repeat of what happened last –"

"LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME!" came an embarrassed squeak from the end of one of the sofas. It was Reed.

"Wait, what happened last time?" asked Kurt, shining his flash light into Reed's face.

"NO!" squealed Reed.

"Reed decided he was thirsty and got a drink from the fridge which actually turned out to be an experiment Drew and Satoru had left in there," said Wes.

"It wasn't pretty," chimed in David.

"He was sick everywhere."

"Took 5 hours to clean up."

Kurt looked back over at Reed, who was bright scarlet behind the pillow he held in front of his face. Fighting back a snigger, Kurt gave Reed a look that plainly said "been there, tell you later".

"We want details!" exclaimed one of the Tweedles excitedly. What? Kurt silently wondered whether he had said that aloud or not. Or whether the twins were simply telepathic? He didn't doubt anything anymore. "How on earth…?" began Kurt.

Charlie, sensing that this was going to be a long evening, quickly stepped up, "OK, as long as you stay in this house, you can go and do whatever!" He paused, before adding "Drew! Satoru! No experiments!" The common room slowly began to clear, until it was empty apart from Kurt, Blaine (now fully clothed), Reed, Dwight, Wes, David, the Tweedles and Charlie.

"Chaz, we're not going anywhere…" said Ethan.

"Yeah, we wanna hear what happened to Kurt!" cried Evan.

Charlie sighed and flopped down onto the sofa. There was an awkward silence. Everyone had their flashlights pointing to Kurt.

"OK, fine." Kurt paused, blushing slightly. "Last year, Mr. Schue invited an old classmate of his back to join glee club. She gave me way too much drink and I threw up on our guidance counsellor."

There was laughter amongst the group, before Reed chipped in. "Isn't she the one with OCD?" Kurt put his face in his hands but failed to supress a giggle.

"We've got lots more stories like that," Wes grinned, "So let's make this a game." Leaning forwards, he placed his flash light on the table, rather like you would if you were about to play spin the bottle. "Whoever it lands on gets their worst drunken incident relived."

There was a few murmured protests at this, but Wes ignored them.

"Okay, 3, 2, 1… GO!"

Wes set the torch spinning on the coffee table. The room was silent, other than the torch scraping the wooden table. The torch span around several times before beginning to slow; Kurt, Blaine, Dwight… before stopping on Reed.

The Tweedles looked at each other.

"Sophomore Christmas Party?" asked Evan.

"Sophomore Christmas Party!" nodded Ethan.

Reed put his head in his hands.

OK, I hope you liked that. I will try to update ASAP with Chapter 2. Please review! Or email me! Yaaaaay! :D