Author's Note: I liked the concept that when you're drunk, you theoretically never lie because you don't have the capacity to properly think what effects some things you say may have. So I wrote this. I suppose.

Date Created: 7/8/2011


Alcohol Tells the Truth

"I am so sorry!" Mercedes said, but ultimately her laughs proved otherwise. I glared angrily at her before she turned and left to rejoin the conversation with an equally drunk Blaine and a slightly sober Kurt.

"Puck, can I use your shower?" I tapped his shoulder and he turned to look down at me.

"Can I join you?" I glared angrily at him. Finally he conceded and granted me permission of the bathroom. I jogged upstairs, leaving the party behind. Of all things, Mercedes had to spill alcohol on my head. Thankfully it wasn't enough to ruin my clothing, only make me extremely uncomfortable from the neck up. I figured I might as well shower – it might improve my chances of attracting the eyes of one of the handsome men in Puck's basement.

I don't know why I didn't lock the door – it was a sudden impulse. I removed all of my clothing and stepped into the shower. I bathed myself down of all the alcohol. Alcohol increased my sensitivity to each water droplet. Then the door opened.

"Who's there?" I gasped. I didn't dare move the shower curtain. Articles of clothing seemed to fall onto the floor. I swallowed hard. "Please leave." Finally right in front of me the shower curtain slowly started to slide, revealing the head of one cheerleader.

Quinn Fabray.

I turned around and covered my private areas. Quinn smiled at me. Clearly she was drunk. "Hey, Rach." She murmured, giving me a warm smile. She pulled away the rest of the curtain to reveal a perfectly sculpted body that Greek Goddesses would be jealous of. Wait. What am I saying?

"Please leave, Quinn."

Quinn simply stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind her. "Nice butt." A cheeky smile formed upon her face as she ran her hand down my back, eventually settling it on my butt.

"Quinn, you're drunk. Please leave me alone."

"But you're so beautiful, Rachel." She placed a kiss on Rachel's shoulder.

Rachel stared at her, her big brown eyes ogling at her.

"I think you're really something." Quinn smiled. She turned the brunette around and took Rachel's face in her hands. She slapped Quinn's hands away.

"You're drunk." Rachel barked. Anger grew on Quinn's face. She pushed Rachel against the wall of the shower. Her hands flew to Rachel's face. Her jaw was clenched. She pressed her body against Rachel's.

"Alcohol tells the truth." She hissed, pressing her forehead against Rachel's.