Hey everyone… This is Chapter 3 of Truth or Dare. Which is the end of it, pretty much… Which is, I hope, kinda sad. Anyway, thanks for reviewing, and please keep reviewing. I'm one half (undoubtedly the better one!) of boomzgleeks, and I hope to write my own smutfic one day. One day.

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So, here goes…

Sam stared at Quinn. "Get the dress off, Quinny."

"Don't call me that, and I am not letting you wear my dress. It wouldn't fit."

"I want an alternative dare!" demanded Sam.

"OK, but you'll need to do two in exchange," smirked Santana. "Rachel, take the laptop for awhile? No, I'm over here. Sorry, Puck! Someone shine the torchlight in my direction. Puck? Oh God did I hit you…"

Suddenly, everyone was trying to find Puck. "Guys, I think he's hurt! I whacked him across the head with the laptop and he crumpled to the floor! I mean, he was on the floor in the first place, but still…help! Someone call an ambulance!"

"Everybody listen to me!" yelled Rachel. "Kurt, call an ambulance. Mercedes, call Management. Brittany, get out of the way. Finn, check if he's breathing!"

"How?"

"Put your hands on his neck and check for a pulse!"

Santana gasped as Finn fumbled. What if she had killed Puck? "I don't know whether this is a pulse. He's shaking, though."

"He's seizing!" yelled Rachel. "Give him a dose of…ahh…umm…"

All of a sudden, Puck burst out laughing. "When are you guys ever going to give me CPR?"

"You were faking?" roared Santana.

"Am I a good actor, Miss Santana?" Puck said in a fake-sweet tone. "No, seriously, that was a blast."

"I was worried to death!"

"Don't worry, my lower half isn't oxygen deprived yet."

Rachel sighed. "Let's get on with the game. Here are your two dares. Firstly, You must drink whatever drink the group gives you. This drink must be something you have never tried before. Secondly, select one same sex player from the group and use their butt as a pillow."

"I have an idea," said Mercedes. "Close the eyes, Sam."

A moment later, she returned with a glass full of water. "Water? Seriously?" asked Puck, but Mercedes grinned. "This is special water."

Sam chugged it down in an extreme display of sportsmanship. "That was just water."

"From the toilet bowl."

"WHAT?"

Quinn looked disgusted. "Stay away from me! I'm not kissing you for the next week. Or month. Or year. Or lifetime."

"That was great, Mercedes!" said Finn, even though he hadn't seen any of it.

"OK, Sam, you have to use Kurt's butt as a pillow."

"Why does Quinn get to choose?"

Tina sighed. "Because," she replied. "Just do it."

"But what if he farts?"

"Too bad," chuckled Mike. Oh, how he wished Kurt would fart.

"Don't worry, my farts smell nice," insisted Kurt.

Sam felt overwhelming desperation overwhelm him as he gently placed his head on Kurt's rear end. He already felt really nauseous from the toilet water (did he have some disease?) and he couldn't believe that nice big Mercedes would try and get him to drink filthy toilet water, even if the toilet hadn't been used.

"Mercedes, your turn," groaned Sam. "Are you sure one minute…?"

"Yes," replied Rachel, even though it was.

"Truth," replied Mercedes, smiling to herself. "I wanted to end this on a bang, but a truth's good enough."

Puck groaned. "But I haven't seen any of you naked yet!"

"Mercedes," announced Rachel, pointedly ignoring Puck's fake whining, which had turned into a full-blown tantrum to seek attention, "Your truth is: If you could have a romantic fling with any teacher, who would it be? What is is about this person that you like so much?"

"IS ONE MINUTE OVER YET?" howled Sam from Kurt's butt.

"Oh look your butt is talking!" smiled Brittany innocently.

"Hi, Butt!" said Artie to Sam.

Quinn giggled. Santana looked bored. "Answer the question, Mercedes."

"Um, it would be Mr. Schue. I think his hair is cute."

"WHAT?" yelled everyone in the room. "You like Mr. Schue?" added Rachel, who had had plenty of experience in the I Love Mr. Schue department.

"He's the only reasonable teacher," argued Mercedes.

"True," noted Tina. "What?" she retorted when Mike gave her the evil eye. Well, she hadn't seen it, she had just felt his evil waves of jealousy radiating at her and Mr. Schue, wherever he was.

"Never mind. Consider this game over," declared Santana, getting up from her seat on the carpet. "Now is anyone going to help me figure out why the blackout has been taking place?"

"Me!" yelled Puck.

"Can we have some more beer?" asked Mike.

"ONE MINUTE IS DEFINITELY OVER!" screamed Sam.

"My butt is feeling rather insulted," replied Kurt. "OK, get your heavy head off my pretty butt."

"Pretty my ass," replied Sam indignantly.

"Yeah, prettier than your ass isn't it?" laughed Kurt.

Santana and Puck were calling Management and Rachel was trying to solve the mystery on her own. Well, Santana was calling Management. Puck was trying to find more beer and ogling Santana's personal regions.

Meanwhile, in the utilities room, Jacob Ben Israel and his trusty Videocamera Guy were having chips. The Videocamera Guy was filming the Gleeks through an air vent, while Jacob was taking notes and putting his foot on their external main switch (which he had spent weeks studying at home!) "Let's give them their power back and go post the story," commented the Videocamera Guy.

"Are you kidding? This is so much fun!" replied Jacob.

Sue Sylvester, on the other side of the room, was trying to call the police to arrest the Gleeks for underage drinking. "Reporter Jew, Camera Nut!" she yelled to the duo who were documenting the Gleeks, "Get me some coffee. And try to call the cops. They think I'm a crazy stalker."

Back in the hotel room, Brittany had a sinking feeling, which she attributed to Santana stepping on her foot.

Well, that's the end of it! Sorry if it got a bit messed up towards the end, I wrote this just prior to bedtime. Review with feedback, please? Thanks for all of you who read this and I'm going to be posting more fics, so keep an eye on the boomzgleeks, kay? We'd also welcome more reviews on our other fics.

Love! Carmen xoxo