Okay, so this is my newest chapter of my brand new story.
I own neither Glee or any of the other films and music referenced to in this story.
Rated T/M: Strong Language, Underage Drinking, Drug References, and Nudity
Quinn POV.
We were all staring at Rachel, Berry, okay fine Rachel, as she sipped her beer and looked nervously into the bonfire. My eyebrows were curved up and I stared at her more intently then the others, wondering and trying to figure out where I had met Rachel before high school.
"Well, you know how you used to live on Breezy Lane in Houghton Lake?" Rachel finally asked, staring at me across the fire, her expression unreadable and her eyes reflected the dancing flames. I nodded slowly, confused beyond belief at how she would know that unless Puck or Santanna told her. She took a breath and sipped her beer again, starting to look more thoughtful, smiling a tad bit too. My forehead creased as I tried to rememeber if I had ever seen her before.
"Well, you know your 'friend' Gabi, yeah you remember her right?" Rachel continued, cocking her heaad slightly as she looked at me. I blushed a little pink and Santanna smirked. She knew exactly what Rachel was talking about and was enjoying watching me squirm. Everyone's gazes now looked over at me at the air quotes that Rachel put up around the word friend.
"Yeah, I remember her. What does she have to do with anything?" I responded, curiousity and a little bit of jealousy taking over me. Rachel smirked at me across the fire, her eyes starting to dance with mischief. My mouth moved into a thin line as I set my beer down on the deck and glared at her.
"Well, you see she's my cousin. So she told me everything, and I mean everything that went down between you two. And when I told her that you were torturing me at school, she flipped out. She said that you'd never do that and that you were the nicest girl she had ever met. I have yet to see that side of you and I have a sneaking suspicion that you were just being a coniving bitch to her, just like you are to everyone else around you. Oh, and rememeber that little girl that hung out with you two for a few days, can you put two and two together and figure out who that was? You're a smart girl Quinn, think of who that might have been. Oh, and she says that next time she sees you, she's going to kick your ass back to where you came." Rachel explained, emphasizing the word everything.
This just made me blush harder and I glared at her. Then it clicked who the little girl was and I felt my eyes widen. My jaw dropped a little and I felt a little pang of guilt and regret. That little girl she had snubbed was Rachel and lemme tell ya, Gabi was not happy whatsoever that I was being mean to her. That explains so much. "The little girl was you," I said speaking the complete and total obvious.
"Bingo, point goes to the blondie lightweight. Now that we've got that covered, where are those burgers, cuz I am dying of starvation here!" Rachel said, finishing off the rest of her beer and then getting up to grab another one. Everyone snapped out of a trance and started talking again, happily as could be. I sighed and shook my head as I reached down and picked up my bottle. I broguht it to my lips and took a long gulp, tasting the sour liquid in my mouth. Drama, drama, drama but hey, atleast we'll be getting drunk and having fun.
When the burgers were finished and we had all eaten, five of us, not including me headed down to the long dock. The group was Rachel, Finn, Santanna, Kurt, Blaine, and I. We all carried two cases of beer down with us as everyone else wondered off to the rockface to go swimming and hangout. Before anyone else could see, I pulled out the large bottle of Jack Daniels that I had smuggled down from the liquor bar in the house. I unscrewed the top and took a long sip, smiling as I felt the light buzz of beer and hard liquor mixing together. When I looked around, I saw that the others were staring at me and then Santanna pulled out some shot glasses from her cleavage. Typical S, always ready for a party. Rachel disappeared into the shack and then a moment later, 'This is How We Live' started blaring loduly out. I laughed out loud as I handed the bottle to S, who quickly poured us eahc a shot and handed them out. Rachel appeared again and took her own shot. Before we could down the shot though, Rachel decided that she had to make an announcement.
"I think that this will be the best party ever! This is a toast to a night that we will never forget or Regret!" Rachel shouted as Blaine took a picture of all of us as we cheered and downed our shots.
The next thing I remember is the morning after, or atleast I think it's the morning after.
I groaned and rolled over, then I fell off something, heard a muffled grunt and moan, and I slowly opened my eyes. I had a pounding, and I mean it when I say pounding headache/ Sunlight instantly hit my eyes and I groaned again, shutting them. But then I felt the urge to pee and I had to get up. I reopened my eyes and rolled over, not seeing my surroundings as I stood up and blinked a few times. That's when I finally really saw my surroudings. I seemed to be on the cabin deck and lemme tell ya, the Puckerman and Berry families were going to be so fucking pissed off when they see this. The window wall was broken at several different spots. The bonfire was out and i could faintly smell piss. Bottles of Monsters, Amps, and Rockstars along with a multitude of different alcohols littered the deck. Smoke was billowing from several of the lounge chairs, the wicker couch was nowhere to be seen, the railing was broken completely off, I spotted several different pairs of boxers and panties, a couple bras, and three bongs. A puddle of an unidentifiable liquid was by the canopy and the canopy itself was torn and seemed to have smoke billowing from it. A duck on a LEASH was hooked to the door in the window wall which was broken and was quacking loudly. I looked down at myself when i felt sticky and nearly shrieked. I had sugar, what I would guess as sometype of alcohol, and salt on my stomach and inbetween my cleavage. I had on a pair of one of the guys boxers, which was a little disturbing, and I had on my lacy purple bra that unhooked in the front. Then the urge to pee overcame me again and I moaned, stumbling as my vision swirled around, making me feel like I was going to puke. Which I did, right into the oddly smelling bonfire pit. Then I made my way into the cabin/lodge itself and nearly toppled over at the amoutn of wreckage, crudeness, and grossness.
When I first got in, the first thing I saw was a thong and bra hanging from the cieling fan which was spinning lightly. A wierd mixture of smells hit me. Pot smoke circulated the air around me, along with the overwhelming smell of liquor, beer, sweat, and a whole lot of other odors that I did not want to know was. The wicker couch was toppled over and smoke was billowing from it and two bongs were next to it. Multiple articles of clothing were strewn across the room and a whole lotta empty bottles of drinks. I quickly ran to the bathroom that was next to the bathroom and swung the door open, then dropped my boxers and sat on the toilet. When I finsihed, I pulled up my boxers and then went to wash my hands. When I saw my reflection, I did shriek. My hair was tousled and totally messed up, my eyes were dark and dull looking, my eyes had circles under them, and I looked thinner, more sickly. Then came the growling. I froze, my eyes wide, and I toyed with the idea of just running. But whatever the thign was that was in the room with me definitely didn't sound friendly. So i decided just to slowly turn and see what it was. What I got was something of a little creepy.
The thing that had been growling at me was a big ass and very pissed off looking wolf. My stomach dropped and then I freaked out.
"Holy fucking shit!" I screamed, dashing to the door, throwing it open frantically and booking it out of there. Too bad when I flew out into the living room, I tripped over something. Or someone.
"Ow, what the hell?" A girls voice asked, as I flew forward and fell over the toppled couch. I landed with a thud and then groaned. I had hit my head and that did not help my headache at all.
When I finally stood back up, I spotted the person that I had tripped over. It was Santanna, covered only by what looked like a throw blanket. It seemed she had on an oversized button down Polo shirt, she looked compeltely fucked up, just like me. "Oh my Q, why the hell did you run into me?" Santanna asked, groaning and holding her head as she sat up. My eyes were wide and I walked around the couch.
"There's a fucking wolf in the bathroom!" I yelled at her, gesturing widely towards the bathroom. Santanna rolled her eyes and stood up.
"You're shitting me, there's not a tiger in the bathroom." Santanna told me, standing up and walking to the bathroom.
"No, don't it'll kill you! It's your funeral." I said, starting to panic. "Oh, stop flipping out." She said, waving me off.
Then when she got to the door, the stupid thing howled and growled at her. She slammed the door and turned back to me, walking slowly and looking hilariously amused and terrified at the same time.
"You weren't fucking with me... There's a wolf in the bathroom," Santanna said and I nodded wildly, my eyes wide as I sat down and stared at my best friend. Just as I was goign to saay something, multiple groans sounded from the deck and we rushed outside, making sure to miss the broken glass. I found out what I had fallen on when I woke up, that's for sure. I had fallen on Rachel, who seemed to be shirtless and braless with a pair of daisy dukes on. Her hair was completely messed up, she looked just as fucked up as us, maybe even more. She was completely stoned still too. I almsot laughed at that. Then I looked around and found Blaine was just waking up. He was sleeping on, and I mean it when I say on, like on top of, the large umbrella. He rolled a little and I saw that he was shirtless too with only a pair of lowriding ripped jeans held up with a belt on. He rolled more and fell off the thing and Santanna and I laughed when he landed and started to swear profusely. Then there was Kurt, who was fully clothed, just his shirt was unbuttoned and he looked just as bad as Rachel. He was lying under the canopy, pot smoke surrounding him. I didn't spot anyone else and then it occured to me. We were missing one person from our group. We had lost the giant, Finn. And i have one thign to say to that.
Oh. Fuck.
Well, as you can tell this is a little based off the Hangover. I am absolutely in love with that movie and can't wait to see Part II. So, if you're a fan of the Hangover, you'll spot a mulitude of references that will be spread throguhout the story. This may turn M though just because of the amount of language and sitautions that are totally insane.
As before, RnR, and give me some ideas as to what I should put this merry band of Gleeks through to find Finn. And where's the rest of the club. You'll find out.
Yours Screamly,
Scream4YourLife
