Okay thank you everyone for your reviews, they were so nice and great. Just in case there is any confusion, this is written in 2nd person. Also once again, if you see some error with this chapter, do not hesitate to review telling me.

Also there are some very AU moments, so once again, just go with it.


No doubt the party is on its way to be wild by the time you, Blaine, Kurt, and surprisingly, Santana, walk through the door. Santana's reason to come? 'I'm a hot bisexual girl. I get the best of both worlds. I get to make out with hot guys and hot girls, and I wants to get my mack on all night.

You walk through the door and already you catch strong scents of beer mixed with sweaty teen and throw up, not exactly the best smell in the world. As soon as Santana is caught sight of, she get's swept away by three guys offering her drinks and food. She gives you a farewell wink and you roll your eyes. You won't see her again tonight.

Kurt promised to stay with you the whole night, but you're skeptical on that, because you can already see him waving at old friends and you know he wants to talk to them.

"Go talk to your friends." You lean in close to his ear and order him. He gives you a sympathetic look but you wave him off. He pats your shoulder. "I'll meet up you in an hour. And we can spend the rest of the night talking to people together." You give him a smile and he walks off to go talk to a boy, you think his name is Jeff.

You decide to wander around for a little bit and try to find somewhere to sit. You kick aside empty cliché red cups and push your way around sweaty bodies, muttering quiet 'excuse me's' and 'pardon me's'. You finally find the living room where the 'couch' is supposed to be, to be honest it just looks like a big lump littered with discarded beer bottles and bits and pieces of clothes. Luckily no one is sitting on the couch with you, so you don't have to be awkwardly sitting next to them trying to look busy when they know you really aren't.

You twirl your hair, a habit you picked up during the summer, and people watch. It's always been a thing you did in your head to entertain yourself. You'd find a person and make up a personality and a life for that person.

You search the crowd for people, and one person catches your eye, Sebastian. He's wearing this red and blue flannel shirt with the cuffs rolled up and some really well-fitted pants that your sure make his butt look absolutely fantastic. He looks terribly sexy and mysterious, with his hair all messy, no doubt a result from a previous shower he must have taken. He did mention that he played lacrosse and he didn't seem like the type of guy who came to parties smelling like sweaty boy.

He catches your eye and for a second looks like he's about to look away, but he smiles instead, his eyes crinkling a little bit, and walks over to you.

The panic steps in.

No doubt you had Finn, and you were in love with Finn, and everything you did was about Finn, but damn, this boy made you feel butterflies. He had all the right things: great hair, a fantastic ass, a flirtatious personality, and it was terrible because he was gay. And god you couldn't help but feel a little panicky, because, well, he was super hot, and hot guys make you feel all lightheaded and swoony and they make you do weird things (take Noah for an example).

"Berry! You made it. I just saw Blaine and Kurt," he sneers as he says Kurt's name, and you find it mortifyingly adorable.

"Yeah Kurt was really excited to come, he hasn't seen his Dalton friends in forever." You say.

"Oh yeah, I know. Kurt was well-liked around here. Figures." He rolls his eyes.

You sit up because things might have gotten a little interesting. "What do you mean?"

Sebastian sits next to you and sighs before going on. "He just seems like a nice guy, and it sucks because I want to hate him for being with Blaine but I can't find it in myself to truly dislike him. I mean everyone loves him, and it blows because I need to dislike him, and I can't even do it without feeling like a major douchebag."

He looks so hopeless in that moment, his eyes are downcast and his voice lost all the cockiness it once had. He looks so sad and you put your hand on his knee, and the funny thing is, he doesn't twitch or move your hand.

"I'm always in the same situations. It's the Kara thing all over again."

You give him a sympathetic look. "Well I personally would have to say—wait, did you just say Kara?"

Because his words just dawned on you and you realize that either Kara is a very feminine sounding boy's name, or Sebastian may like girls.

"Yeah, she was this girl I used to go to school with. I was so in love with her, she was so beautiful and smart and so sexy, but she had this boyfriend and her boyfriend was perfect, and I wanted to hate him, but I just couldn't." Everything he says goes in one ear and out of the other because you're still trying to digest the name Kara.

"You're gay." You spit out.

"Bisexual." He drinks out of his cup and you move your hand because you just found out this amazingly cute guy is not gay, or at least, not fully.

"You okay?" He asks but you don't even get to answer because you see Santana barreling towards you and either something is terribly wrong or something is terribly right.

"Rachel!" She yells at you and you know she's defiantly not driving home tonight. She halts right in front of you both and gives Sebastian a once over, before nodding in approval.

"So you're the famous Warbler. Well other famous Warbler, Blaine was the first one." She sits on his lap; Santana was never good about personal bounders mixed with cute boys when she was drunk.

"You're trying to break my buddies Kurt and Blaine up and I'm here to say… you are really cute." She's slurring and touching his cheek and Sebastian doesn't seem to mind at all.

"Whatever." She continues. "We're going to go play spin-the-bottle and you and Rachel are going to go play." She pulls Sebastian off the couch.

"Santana," You protest "This is not a good idea, I really don't want to play and-," You don't get to finish because Santana looks like she's either going to cry or beat you upside the head.

"What are you saying Rachel? Are you saying you're too good for spin-the-bottle? Not glamorous enough for you? Well I've got news for you; we aren't in "New York" so you can't be all high and mighty today, so you are going to play spin the bottle." She looks so scary that you don't object and follow along with her. She leads you both to a room upstairs, stumbling quite a bit, but still making it, and opens a door, where a seemingly whole different party is going on. There are like fifteen people in the room and they're just lounging around, listening to music, making out or drinking.

"Alright guys! I got them, we can play now!" Everyone cheers and you think that for someone who claims to be such a bitch, people actually kind of like her.

You know a couple of people in the room; the boy whose house this belongs to, Nick? And the boy you saw talking to Kurt earlier, Jeff. There are others in the room, six or seven girls, all tall, blonde, and skinny. You feel really intimidated by these girls, but having Santana and Sebastian here oddly makes you more relaxed.

You all position yourselves around the bottle and everyone is already drunk or on their way to being drunk, and you feel the peer pressure sinking in. Sebastian seems to sense this and hands you the rest of his beer which you readily drink. Maybe it'll make you a little buzzed. One can only hope.


"Goddamn Berry, I didn't think you went to wild parties like that."

"Please Noah, I just want to go home."

Shit happened. Yes, you will in fact say the word shit, because there is no better word to describe the situation that was Spin the Bottle. But things got out of hand and you really don't want to think about anything that happened in the last four hours.

Everything is seriously blurry.

All you can say is that shit got real and then the police came and you had to sneak out of the back door with a very drunk Santana (no way in hell you were going to stay there, your NYADA future depended on an impeccable permanent record). You walked, or rather pulled, Santana down the back alleys of this godforsaken neighborhood, totally lost and confused until you somehow got back to the highway. Good thing you were sober enough to call Noah and tell him where you were and to please come and pick you both up.

"Shit Berry, I'm not taking you back to your house, you'll get into fucking trouble big time with Papa Berrys." Noah tells you as he buckles in Santana who is leaning on your shoulder, trying not to throw up.

"Where are you taking us than?" Your patience is running low, and you seriously just want to get into a bed and sleep until you can't sleep anymore.

"Back to mine. Ma's out working graveyard shift tonight and Hanna's with some girls from Temple. You can both stay in her room."

"Noah that's very nice of you, but-."

"Cut the crap Berry, I don't want two of my closest friends in trouble for stupid shit like this. I do this crap all the time. 'Sides, now you can owe me."

You smile and wonder how you got to be so lucky and unlucky at the same time.


You wake up Sunday afternoon, Santana's turned the other way, half her body is falling off the bed and on the floor lies Noah who came in the middle of the night to make sure Santana was okay because he heard her throwing up.

Your head is killing you, like literally you feel like death might be coming for you sometime soon, and for a second, you wonder why your head is killing you, and then you remember everything, everything from what you had for breakfast to that wonderful, blissful, time you spent in the closest. Then you remember the cops and how you almost sacrificed your future for some party, and then Blaine and Kurt pop up in your mind and you have to wonder if they're alright or not. Why did you leave them? That was so wrong and stupid of you.

God you feel like such a bad Jew.

Other people and things pop into your head: Finn, that one leggy blonde girl who caused all of this, the smell of pot, Nick getting arrested. Sebastian.

Sebastian Smythe. You don't want to think about him. So instead you groan and fall back onto the bed before realizing that Noah's mother could be coming home at any moment, so instead of falling back into a deep sleep, you shake awake Santana and Noah, and five minutes later, you're leaving out of the back door, thanking Noah again.

"I said don't worry about it Berry." Noah yells at you down the sidewalk, and then he smiles. "Wild Berry is defiantly hot."

"Shut it Puckerman." He laughs and closes the door, no doubt going back to bed.


Santana lives down the street, so it only takes you 15 minutes to get back to her house. She blabbers the whole way about how amazing last night was, and you can't help thinking she may be think something different if she were actually sober enough to know how the party ended.

You guys get to her house, and the size of it still surprises you. You learned long ago to never listen to what Santana said about being from the wrong part of town. Her dad is a doctor and her mom is an archeologist, and they defiantly have ample wealth.

You both run up the winding metal stairs that lead up to Santana's bedroom terrace, you quickly grab your stuff and run back out the door. Santana yells at you to be careful and you tell you'll see her Monday, and then you're off, because, really, why stay?