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A/N: OMG! Blame It On The Alcohol is my new favorite episode of Glee. Srsly. Hilarious. And 'Don't You Want Me' made my entire life. Darren Criss singing 80's songs? Awesome? I think yes.
Okay, so this story takes place after everything that's happened so far. It's like, March in this, and we'll just pretend Regionals hasn't happened yet. Mkay? Mkay.
I also just realized that the labels on all of these in my computer have all been GTO. I meant it to be Girls Night Out, but my subconscious had other ideas. So I went back and changed them all to GNO because my OCD made me. Yeah.
"Santana! What do you plan on doing with all this stuff?" Rachel asked, holding up a package. Santana shrugged.
"We want to have a good time, don't we?" She asked, looking for approval from her group of friends. There were a few nods, and Rachel's jaw dropped further down.
"Why do we need feathers, water balloons, syrup, and underwear?" Rachel asked, holding up another gallon of a golden, sticky substance.
"All in good time, Rachel." Brittany mused, picking at her nails. Rachel huffed and stood.
"Fine. We have dinner to eat anyway." She walked off toward her dining room and beckoned everyone to follow. The teenagers slowly stood and ambled off after her, talking amongst themselves. When they entered the large room, their eyes widened and their jaws hit the floor. Rachel's giant dining room table was covered in food.
"I bought a ton of food, since the last party we had lacked in snacks." Rachel explained, sitting down at the head of the table, gesturing for everyone to join her.
"Rachel, you only have eight seats. There's sixteen of us." Quinn said skeptically. Rachel slowly noticed the large pack of kids standing awkwardly around the table and placed her hands on her hips.
"Fine. Grab a plate, load 'er up, and we'll out in the living room." She said, and everyone immediately dove into the food she had set up. When everyone had plates piled high with junk food, she led them into the living room.
Kurt and Blaine seated themselves on the love seat, Andrew and Mercedes sitting at their feet on the carpeted floor. Artie wheeled up near the couch and let Brittany sit on his lap. Santana and Wes both sat down on the couch, but David had forced himself into the middle of them, causing a small fight to break out between the best friends. Quinn and Rhett remained together, softly talking and laughing by themselves in the far corner. Tina, Mike, and Puck all sprawled their bodies on the floor, eating in a picnic liked children. Rachel smiled and made her way to the other love seat. David caught her eye, jumped up, and joined her, and she lightly blushed. Finn came out of the dining room alone, balancing two plates piled high with food, a glass of Coke, and a slice of pizza in his mouth.
"Jesus, Frankenteen. Save any for anyone else?" Santana quipped, squinting her eyes critically. Finn opened his mouth to answer, and the pizza dropped onto one of his plates. He grinned goofily before plopping down on the floor next to Puck. He eyed Kurt and Blaine, who were leaning in close and softly talking, and thought about sitting in the middle of them. He figured Kurt would probably maim him if he did, so he just decided Puck would be cool enough. He shook his head and looked down at his feast. He smiled and dug in.
"Oh God. I'm so full." Kurt whined, patting his stomach.
"Ugh. Me too." Tina agreed, flopping down on the floor, Mike laying an arm causally around her waist.
"Hey Rachel, you got anymore pizza?" Finn called from the dining room, before poking his head out with a quizzical look. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Are you still hungry?" He asked, genuinely taken aback. Finn sheepishly shrugged, still grinning. Rachel rolled her eyes and shook her head. Finn's expression dulled a little, but he continued smiling. Kurt laughed at his brother's foolishness. Blaine noticed and nudged him.
"Have I ever told you how awesome it is that you two are brothers?" He whispered, and Kurt laughed harder.
"Yes actually." He gasped in between giggles, and Blaine looked puzzled.
"I have?" He asked, and Kurt nodded enthusiastically.
"You were drunk." Kurt said dryly, and Blaine gave a little "Oh."
"It's alright. You're an adorable drunk." He reassured, ruffling Blaine's hair. Blaine laughed and kissed his cheek, earning a glare from Finn and a few 'aww's from different people around the room. Rachel smiled and stood up again, holding her arms out.
"Who wants to play a game?" She shouted, and everyone groaned. No one wanted to play Charades or Guess-The-Celebrity, which were the games Rachel surely had planned. Rachel firmly shook her head, and slammed down her glass of Coke onto the table.
"We are going to play a game!" She ordered. "Now, everyone get on coats and shoes. It takes place outside." She turned on her heel and went to the hallway closet. She threw the door open and began dropping coats out. Kurt objected and swiftly picked up his jacket, dusting it off carefully. Everyone trampled over and pulled on their shoes and coats, mumbling the whole time.
"Rachel, what the hell are we going to do?" Mercedes asked, a hand on her hip, the other holding onto Andrew. Rachel stopped pulling on her pea coat and smirked.
"We," She began, holding for dramatic effect. "Are going to ding-dong ditch."
"I can't do this." Tina said, turning around and walking back down the street. Mike turned and swiftly stopped her.
"It'll be fine." He assured her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.
"No it won't." Kurt frantically said, tightening his grip on Blaine's arm.
"Yes it will, babe." Blaine replied, locking eyes with him. Kurt stared back, swallowed, and then slowly nodded. Blaine smiled and turned back to face Rachel, who was trying to explain to Finn and Brittany what they were doing.
"I don't understand," Brittany said, cocking her head to the side. "Why do we run?" Rachel sighed and turned to Santana for help.
"Because, boo. It's illegal to ring someone's doorbell without having a cake to give them." Brittany's eyes grew wide as she understood. Rachel patted her shoulder and looked to David for confirmation on their first target- Rachel's across the street neighbors. He gave a thumbs up and she turned back to the group of teenagers crowded behind a parked truck.
"Okay, who is the fastest runner here?" She asked, and Rhett raised his hand. She looked quizzically at him, wondering how such a tall, lanky boy could be fast. Wes noticed her questioning look and slapped Rhett's back lightly.
"It's totally true. The kid's got speed." Rachel shrugged and let Rhett come near her. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, Rhett here is gonna run up the house, ring the doorbell, then we all run like hell. Any questions?" Andrew raised his hand.
"Where do we go?" He asked. Rachel thought about it for a minute before shrugging again.
"We'll meet down at the park." She said.
"That's three blocks away," Santana butted in. "And I'm wearing heels."
"You should have thought of that before." Quinn haughtily replied. Rhett gave her a meaningful look and she frowned before turning to Santana and smiling sweetly. Rhett nodded his approval.
"Just take your shoes off San." Brittany cheerfully suggested. Santana looked down and removed her shoes, and held them in her hand.
"Can we go now?" Rachel asked, side-stepping nervously. Rhett furiously nodded and Rachel told him to go. He stepped from out behind the pick-up truck and slowly and casually made his way across the street, lightly whistling. He reached the door and prepared himself. He rubbed his palms together and looked behind this shoulder before he punched the button.
He turned and sprinted, his bangs flopping back and flying behind him. The reaction time took a second, but soon everyone had scattered into different directions, all giggling and running around. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and took him behind Rachel's house, making sure no one saw them when they ran for the playground meeting place.
Finn grabbed Puck and they sprinted after Kurt and Blaine. Finn wanted to make sure they weren't going to go make out or something. Puck was way faster than Finn though, and he struggled to keep up. Puck yelled over his shoulder something about catching Kurt and Blaine in the 'act' and Finn's anger got the best of him. He quickly passed Puck and was going after the running couple, glaring daggers.
Quinn calmly waited, examining her nails, for Rhett to make it behind the truck. She gave him a mockingly bored look, and he scoffed and grabbed her hand. He pulled her down the street, flying as fast as their feet would take them. She looked over at him, and saw him staring, a smile plastered on his face. She went to smile back, but before she knew it, she was falling. She had tripped on a branch and was about to face-plant the pavement. Rhett's hand shot out and grabbed her shirt, pulling her into his chest. She looked up and him, winked, and took off running again. He chuckled, shook his head, and followed.
Rachel and David ran straight down the street as well, slightly ahead of Rhett and Quinn. Rachel was stumbling a bit and David slowed to a stop. She looked at him questioningly, but he ignored it and hoisted her over his shoulder before breaking into a run again. She didn't resist, she just let herself inner-squeal over the arm around her waist and the fact that a guy was carrying her. She smugly smiled to herself and let him whisk her away.
Santana and Wes stumbled down the sidewalk, him carrying the shoes she ditched. Santana was obviously running faster than the Asian, and she was getting impatient.
"Hurry it up, babe!" She yelled over her shoulder. He wheezed and poured on the speed. He wasn't used to running. Dalton didn't have mandatory physical education classes, and Wes certainly wasn't on a sports team, so running was always difficult for him. Santana was a Cheerio for most of her highschool career, so she could run like nobody's business. Wes didn't enjoy being in second.
Brittany had plopped down onto Artie's lap, and they were being wheeled away by Mike, with Tina trailing behind. Brittany clapped and giggled, thoroughly enjoying the ride. Mike panted and wheezed, but he kept running. The rounded the corner and Tina pointed to a swing-set that was part of the park.
Andrew and Mercedes sat and waited for everyone to meander their way over to the park. Mercedes had spotted a shortcut through a backyard, and after hopping a wooden fence, they made it to the playground in record time. They sat on a bench and talked for a while before they started to wonder where everyone was. They stood and walked over to the other side of the park, near the swings, and spotted everyone.
Mike was collapsed next to Wes on the ground, the latter clutching a pair of red heels in a death-grip. Tina sat on the ground next to Mike, brushing the sweaty hair off of his forehead. Brittany sat on a bench, with Artie pulled up next to her. Santana sat, legs and arms crossed, next to her, laughing at the groaning Wes. David and Rachel just arrived, gasping with laughter, Rachel perched on David's back. Finn and Puck were leaning on trees, with Finn glaring at Blaine and Kurt while they giggled and flirted. Quinn and Rhett were still holding hands, and she kissed him on the cheek dramatically, declaring that he was her hero. Mercedes shook her head and went to join her crazy friends.
"And the worst fucking part," Wes wheezed, breathing like he had run a marathon. "I looked behind at the house while we were running. There was no one fucking home." And with that, he fell backwards.
A/N: So, I'm sorry it's so short, but I just muscled through it and shot it out. It took only a few hours, with a little distraction time here and there. ;) Anyway, tell me what you thought!
I also apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes. I know I prolly missed a few…
Next Chapter: The kids decide Ding Dong Ditch is the worst idea ever after a session goes awry. Puck invites Lauren over, and we find out what Santana and Brittany have planned with the items of their boxes. And epic prank, perhaps?