A/N: Thank you for the huge response I got! Especially thanks to those of you who included NHIEs and what you want to see :D . I didn't include all of it yet, but I'll get to it eventually, I promise. I still don't own anything... no surprise there.
The kids resumed their spots around the room, forming a loose circle, and Puck popped the top off the first bottle, pouring a bit in each person's cup (except for Quinn, who filled her cup with juice, her hand over her stomach).
"Alright, first of all, we have to tell the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it is," Mercedes said seriously, and Jessie could have sworn she was glaring at him. He glanced away, uncomfortably slinging an arm around his girlfriend.
"Everyone should promise," Brittney said wide-eyed, staring around at them. There was a chorus of vaguely reluctant sounds of agreement and she sat back, content.
"I'll go first," Mercedes said confidently. "We'll start with something easy... Alright. Never have I ever broken a bone." She tipped her head back and took a gulp.
Finn drank, Puck drank, Matt drank, Mike drank. Artie snorted sourly and sipped his. Brittney just looked confused. No one else moved.
"This is too easy," Puck complained. "Let me go next."
"That's not how you play," Rachel interjected. "You go around the circle." She was sitting next to Mercedes.
"Go on, then," Puck sighed, annoyed.
"Fine," she said primly, sitting up straighter and folding her hands in her lap. "Never have I ever helped an old lady cross the street."
"Lame," proclaimed Puck, just a bit flirtatiously. "Come on, Berry. It's not that hard."
"Alright, then," she said, glaring at him. "Never have I ever stolen a car." She tipped back her head defiantly and drank. Then Kurt- to everyone's shock- followed suit.
"Now these stories I wanna hear," Puck proclaimed, lounging back.
Rachel blushed profusely. "It wasn't a big deal. I mean… I guess it was, but… Anyways. There was this performance I really wanted to see, a live production of Hairspray, and my dads wouldn't let me go, so I snuck out of the house and stole my neighbor's car. They had left their keys out."
"Similar story," Kurt said in the same embarrassed tone of voice. "My dad wouldn't let me go to this concert, so I just drove off in the car I was working on in his shop."
"Nice," Finn said appreciatively, and both turned even redder, this time with pleasure.
"My turn," Quinn said, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and her arms curled protectively around her baby bump. "Never have I ever punched someone in the face." She drank, Puck drank, Finn drank, Jessie drank. Tina drank, Mercedes drank, Rachel drank. There was a moment of hesitation, but no one asked for the stories, so it was Puck's turn.
He grinned wickedly before saying, "Never have I ever been drunk." He drank deeply. Santana and Brittney both drank. Quinn drank, Matt drank, and Tina drank. Again, no one asked for stories, and it was Santana's turn. "Never have I ever kissed a girl."
"Kissed how?" asked Rachel. "On the cheek, or…"
"On the lips," she said, grinning a vaguely shark-like grin. "For more than three seconds."
"For guys, too?" asked Puck.
"No," she said. "This one's just for the girls." The three cheerios all drank, then, to everyone's surprise, so did Tina. But for the moment, no one asked, though several of the guys were growing more and more curious about the quiet Asian girl by the second. It was Kurt's turn.
"Let's get into some emotional ones, shall we?" he asked, lounging back on the couch. "Never have I ever felt like my parent's least favorite child." There was a long pause- actions were easy. Emotions were harder. But eventually people came clean. Puck drank. Artie drank. Matt drank. Brittney, still looking confused, drank.
"You don't even have any siblings," Finn told Kurt. "How could you feel like the least favorite?"
Kurt gave him a small, sad smile. "You," he said simply. "I thought my dad liked you better." Finn had no answer to that.
"What about you?" Quinn asked Puck.
"My little sister, Claire," he said, scowling. "She's my parent's little princess. According to them, she can't do anything wrong. If I get a C on a test? 'We expect better from you, Noah.' She gets a C on a test? 'Oh, she's only in 7th grade, she'll do better.' I break something in the house? 'Noah! Why are you always so careless? You can just pay for that with your own money, young man.' She breaks something? 'Why weren't you watching her better, Noah?'"
"I'm sorry," Quinn said softly, looking back down and moving her hand back over her stomach.
"That's just like at my house," Brittney said. "Only my sister's name is Alicia. Do you think we might have the same parents?"
Puck didn't bother to answer, and Matt spoke up. "It's different for me," he said. "I have a younger brother with Aspergers, and I know he needs help, but sometimes it's hard. My parents barely even remember I exist. They didn't even come to my first dance recital."
"I guess I can't blame my parents," Artie said bitterly. "I have two older brothers and a younger sister, and though my parents pay the most attention to me, it's only because they have to. My siblings are the ones they enjoy spending time with, and that's obvious to all four of us." Tina reached up and briefly squeezed his hand and there was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then Mercedes spoke up. "Mike. Go ahead."
A/N: And I should probably get back to homework, though I could go on all night. I already have the next section written, so that should be up pretty promptly tomorrow. As always, review! The more NHIEs I get, the better!