Rachel sat up and held a hand to her throbbing head. She looked down at the cold tile, and found that she was lying on the floor of the hotel bathroom. She reached out a hand and pulled herself up, using the sink as leverage. She looked up…
And screamed.
Kurt fell off the window seat he was asleep on when he heard a feminine high-pitched scream. He winced at the headache he was sporting and rushed into the bathroom to find Rachel wailing and holding her hair in front of her face.
"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, panicking as he looked around for any blood or dead bodies.
"My hair!" She screeched, pointing to the purple streaks now scattered throughout her hair. Kurt tilted his head to the side as he stared at her.
"It looks good," He told her with a laugh. She turned around to smile back at him, but gasped dramatically and her eyes widened in shock.
Kurt stepped back in fear, "What?"
The brunette just pointed at the mirror with a trembling hand.
The feminine boy rolled his eyes at her dramatics, but turned to face the mirror. He looked up…
And screamed.
Santana shot up off the floor and grabbed the closest thing to her when she heard Kurt scream. She ran into the bathroom, wielding the object in front of her defensively as she eyed Rachel's purple streaks and Kurt's…well…new look.
She dropped the frying pan on the ground and held her sides as she laughed hysterically.
"Why do you have a Mohawk?" She gasped out as the boy glared at her and put his hands on his hips. Rachel stifled her giggled behind her hand, but patted Kurt on the shoulder comfortingly.
"And a nose piercing!" The Latina exclaimed, pointing out the bright green spiky stud on the side of the boy's nose.
Kurt spun around to face the Cheerio with a comeback prepared, but it died on his lips as he positively guffawed at her.
Santana scowled at him and turned to Rachel, whose mouth was hanging open, "What?"
"Um, Tana, you might want to look in the mirror." The Latina raised an eyebrow but followed Rachel's suggestion and looked up…
And screamed.
Tina sat up as she heard a scream and pulled herself off of the bed when she felt a sharp pain in her arm. She looked down to see herself handcuffed to someone. Scowling, the girl hit the person with a pillow and laughed as they growled.
"Aw heck to the no!" Mercedes screamed as she shot up and smacked the perpetrator with the same pillow that had just impacted her face.
Tina yelped, "Mercedes! Why are we handcuffed together?" The other girl just shrugged and tugged halfheartedly at the cuffs, not liking the chaffing it caused.
"Wait..did you hear a scream?" Mercedes asked, scrunching her face in concentration. The Asian girl nodded and frantically tried to pull her friend up as she yanked her towards the door. The two girls followed the laughter until they reached Rachel's room and peered inside the bathroom.
They promptly burst into laughter and stared at the picture in front of them.
"Hey, I didn't know there was a smurf convention in town," Mercedes said, grinning at the girl.
Santana spun around and glared at them, "Shut up! It's not funny! I'm blue!" She screeched, pointing to her blue skin. It was true. She was completely dyed blue. From her face to her fingernails and feet. She was totally blue.
"You have to admit it's kind of funny, Satan." Kurt commented with a wide smile. He wrapped an arm around Rachel's shoulders and tugged her closer as she giggled. But then the tiny brunette yelped in pain and put a hand to her neck.
"Rach? What's wrong?" Tina asked, taking a step closer.
"I don't know. My neck hurts," Rachel answered, turning towards the mirror. There was a large burn on the side of her neck, but she had no idea where it came from.
Santana smirked, "I think that you've got yourself a taser burn!"
Four pairs of eyebrows raised and turned to the Latina, "How do you know that?" Kurt asked, his eyes widening.
The girl shrugged in response, "Coach prefers that we know all forms of self-defense. Including electric shocks and bamboo sticks."
Blank stares.
"Can you all shut up? I'm trying to sleep," a voice chimed in. They all looked up. ..
And screamed.
Puck shot up, but fell right back down as he slammed into something. He felt along the wall until he found the light switch and flipped it on. Looking around, he realized that he was in a closet somewhere. He opened the door and followed the screaming. He knocked on the door to Rachel, Santana, and Brittany's hotel room, but it swung open, so he just went inside.
"Puck! Come help me!" Brittany slurred, as she tugged at her shoe that seemed to be caught on the wheel of Artie's chair. The boy rolled his eyes, but helped her pull her foot free. Brittany hopped up and sprung through the conjoined door, leaving a trail of glitter in her wake. Artie followed, leading the way into the bathroom and burst into laughter. Rachel, Tina, and Mercedes weren't that bad, but Santana and Kurt…
Brittany tilted her head to the side in confusion, "San! You're a smurf!"
"That's what I said!" Kurt squealed, squeezing Rachel around the waist as he held a cold washcloth to her neck.
"Whoa, what happened to your neck, babe?" Puck asked in concern as Brittany flitted over to her and checked the burn before she decided to play with the brunette's hair instead.
Rachel shrugged, "Apparently, I got tasered. Who knows? Why is your shirt covered in holes?"
Puck looked down and realized that his shirt was, in fact, covered in dozens of tiny holes. He looked up at them helplessly and shook his shoulders.
"And, Britt, you're leaving glitter everywhere," Rachel continued, leaning her head on Kurt's shoulder.
Sure enough, there was a multi-colored path of sparkles everywhere Brittany touched. Including Rachel's hair.
"Plus, Artie, you're covered in stickers," Mercedes added, leaning against the sink.
Tina held up a hand, "Wait! Weren't we trying to figure out why there's a strange man in the bathtub?" All eyes turned to the tub where a middle-aged Indian man was calmly leaning against the faucet, holding a rubber duck.
"Hello, my name is Rashid."
Matt wasn't awoken by the screaming or the squealing coming from the bathroom. No, he was awoken by an arm smacking him in the face. He figured it was just Brittany and sat up, pushing the hand of him. But alas, it was not Brittany.
"Chang!" He screamed, waking the Asian boy up, "Why are you in the same bed as me?"
The Asian looked around and yelped, "I don't know! Why are you in the same bed as me?" He asked, scrambling up and away from his best friend.
They both shivered and heard sudden screaming, so they walked down the hall until they reached the source. Rachel had purple hair and a taser burn, Kurt was going punk, Puck looked homeless, Santana was blue, Brittany was spouting glitter, Artie was covered in stickers, Tina and Mercedes were handcuffed together, and there was a random Indian man in the tub.
"Matt!" Brittany squealed, throwing herself into his arms. The dark jock laughed and squeezed her gently, kissing her hair.
Santana turned to her boyfriend and flung herself at him happily, "Do you know why I'm blue?"
Mike shrugged and kissed her quickly, "Nope, but you look like a smurf." Kurt and Brittany hi-fived him with a grin and an "I know, right!" The Latina glared at them half-heartedly, and curled further into her boyfriend.
Puck wrapped an arm around Rachel and tugged her towards him gently, taking over holding the cloth to her neck.
"Do any of you know why I'm in your bathtub?" Rashid asked with a raised eyebrow.
Everyone shook their heads or shrugged.
Brittany suddenly shrieked, "Whoa! Cool! I have a tattoo!"
All eyes turned to the blond, who was pointing to a flower tattoo spiraling around her arm. Cue raised eyebrows and helpless shrugs.
"Wait, where's Sam and Quinn?" Artie asked, looking around the small bathroom while Kurt peered into the bedroom.
But, alas, the two blonds were nowhere to be found.
Grass. She was surrounded by grass…and more grass…and yet more grass. Quinn Fabray stood up and was very confused. She looked around and saw no one. Suddenly, a beep sounded and the blond looked down to see her phone lying on the ground by her feet. She picked it up and read the message.
Where are you? –Rach xoxo
I have no idea. There's a lotta grass though. –Quinnie xo
The blond frowned, Where am I is right…
Rachel put her phone back in her pocket, "She doesn't know where she is. And Sam's phone is off."
"Well, we should probably figure out what to do…" Mike suggested.
Santana nodded in agreement.
Tina opened her mouth to speak when something brown suddenly flew into the room and attached itself to Rachel's back.
"Rachie! You have a pygmy marmoset on you!" Brittany yelled, clapping her hands together excitedly.
All eyes turned to the normally dim blond and she smiled, "I like monkeys." That seemed to satisfy everyone as Rachel stayed perfectly still and looked at the marmoset out of the corner of her eye.
"It seems friendly enough…" Puck started and Mike was quick to chime in, "Yeah, it isn't hurting anyone."
And then, there came a flurry of reasons as to why they should keep the monkey.
"Okay! Okay!" Rachel screamed, holding her hands up, "We'll keep the monkey, but only until we find out where it came from." The group nodded quickly before she could change her mind. Puck reached out to take the monkey off of the tiny brunette, but it hissed and buried itself further into her hair. The girl shrugged and made her way out of the bathroom, with the monkey still clinging to her back.
"I think I'm going to call you Barney."
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