A/N: Wow, sorry for the month-long delay guys, I sort of lost the USB I had the story on. But never fear, I now have back-ups. Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter though, although it's a bit of a short one. I promise the updates will come weekly at the longest from now on. :) Oh, and reviews are always appreciated!

He tried opening his eyes and immediately reconsidered that decision as the light burned his eyes. He shut them again and reached over towards where his nightstand should be, instead bumping his hand into something that should not have been there. What the…? The hell is this? And what's with my bed, it's kinda hard and scratchy, like carpet… He then remembered that he had crashed at Finn's last night and the object to his right was the sofa he and Quinn had been making out on. He tried to remember what had happened after that. We were making out but we couldn't do anything more because everyone else was in the room and then… um… that's right, she went to get another drink after Mike took back the vodka and then she like, passed out on the couch so I must've talked to the others for a bit before crashing on the floor… I think.

He reached down to adjust his equipment which had become squashed underneath him due to his morning hard-on and realised that his jeans were still undone. Oh shit, they must have been undone while I was talking to the others! Hopefully they don't remember or maybe they didn't even notice… Mike probably told them all after he saw anyway.

He attempted to open his eyes again, this time the light didn't affect him so badly. He let his eyes adjust and then surveyed the room from the floor. Santana was curled up into a ball on the recliner, Kurt was lying across the floor at the foot of the chair, Tina was asleep on the three-seater sofa, Mike was sprawled out behind the back of the sofa and Artie was asleep in his chair. He had no idea where Mercedes and Rachel were and he figured that Brittany and Puck were still upstairs while Finn was probably still under the pool table.

He turned his head to face the couch and looked up, seeing Quinn's face slightly over the edge of the sofa. She was lying on her side, facing towards Sam. She had curled her top leg up to her chest and she had rested her head on her hand, just on the edge of the sofa. Her hair had fallen across her face, covering her eyes slightly. In the morning sunlight Sam could've sworn he was looking at an angel.

He rolled over on to his back and sat up, stretching out his arms and torso. He pulled himself over to the front of the sofa so he could lean against it while he zipped up his pants. His back was resting against the middle of the sofa so he turned his head to the side to look at Quinn again, who still looked amazing in the morning light. He looked up at a clock on the wall, discovering the time to be 9:30. He turned back to look at Quinn, just admiring her beauty when her eyes fluttered open. He quickly turned his head in the opposite direction. Crap, I hope she didn't see me watching her sleep. That's pretty stalker-y.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard Quinn speak softly. "Good Morning Sam."

He turned back to face her. "Morning Quinn." He whispered back, not wanting to wake up the others.

"It is morning right?"

"Yea, it's about 9:30."

"Hmm, I could do with a bit more sleep. And a bed."

He chuckled at her last comment. "At least you had a couch; I was stuck on the floor. You seemed to sleep pretty well anyway."

"Mmm, not too bad, I don't even remember going to sleep. When did we go to sleep?"

"Well, you sort of... passed out a bit. How much of last night do you remember?" He asked. Oh please god let her remember the kissing and the... other stuff...

"Ummmm, most of it I think... I remember taking tequila shots and then... Oh god, I kissed Santana." She groaned and started rubbing her forehead. "Then what happened? We kissed didn't we? And then... Crap, I kissed her twice!" She groaned again and Sam let out a chuckle.

Quinn used her knee to hit the back of his head playfully "Yea, I bet you enjoyed it didn't you? After that we started dancing didn't we? And then..." Sam was looking at Quinn as she went silent and her mouth opened wide.

"I guess you just remembered what happened towards the end of the night then?" He asked her, looking away as he did.

"Oh my god I can't believe I did that with you!" she exclaimed. "I mean, not that I did that with youbut that I did that at all."

He smiled at her reassuringly. "Hey, calm down. We were both pretty drunk. And least you didn't fall over and crack your head open or something."

"Does anyone but us know about this?" she asked him, looking worried.

"Uhh, Mike saw what was going on when we were in the kitchen but he may have told other people." Sam told her. "But if he didn't as far as everyone else is concerned we just made out."

"Thank God" Quinn said, letting out a sigh.

"Oh crap." Sam said, remembering about his pants.

"Oh crap? Oh crap what?" Quinn asked him, getting nervous again.

"After you... umm... passed out, I was talking to the others and, err, my pants were still... open." He said sheepishly.

"Oh nooooooooo." Quinn groaned again and buried her face into the couch cushion.

Sam reached up and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it'll be okay we'll just say tha-"

"No!" Quinn snapped as she interrupted him. "No, it will not be okay. Because it'll get out, it always does. And when does, every guy in school will be trying to pour drinks into me because it turns me into a giant slut!" Santana shifted positions and both Quinn and Sam stared at her, making sure she wasn't awake.

"Quinn, calm down. It'll be fine as long as Mike hasn't told anybody." Sam said, trying to calm Quinn down although he didn't seem to be having much effect.

"If he has I'm going to castrate him with a blunt knife..." Quinn threatened. Sam gulped and made a mental note to never piss off Quinn.

He moved down along the edge of the sofa towards her and turned around so that he was kneeling in front of her.

"Look, I'm sure he hasn't, Mike wouldn't do that. And I'm sure if you use that castration threat he never will." She smiled slightly and Sam gained confidence with his current speech. "And if any guy tries to take advantage of you by getting you drunk I promise to personally beat them up."

Quinn broke into a full smile and started playing with his hair with one hand. "Ohh, like my own personal bodyguard?"

"Your own personal bodyguard." Sam confirmed as he brushed Quinn's hair off her face and leant in to kiss her.

Quinn was moving to meet him when suddenly she backed off. "Good morning Kurt!"

Sam sighed and mentally cursed at Kurt for ruining the moment. He turned around and smiled at the now awake boy. "Yea, good morning!" Moment-ruiner. Couldn't you have woken up 20 seconds later? Would that have been too much to ask?

"Morning you two. How'd you sleep last night?" Kurt asked groggily.

"I slept fine on the couch but I think Sam had a bit less fun on the floor." Quinn told him.

"Well, I certainly envy you Quinn; the floor was no fun at all." Kurt said as he stretched out. "At least I don't have a hangover, how are you two on that front?"

"I'm fine, I don't seem to get them..." Quinn said as she sat up on the sofa, leaning back against the arm.

"Yea, I'm fine as well, although I don't know whether that's beginner's luck or not."

"You mean you've never been drunk before Sam?" Kurt asked as stood up and made his way over to sit at the other end of the sofa to Quinn.

"Nope, never. Last night was my first time." Sam replied, turning around again and leaning back against the middle of the sofa.

"Ohh, so we've corrupted you then?" Quinn asked, raising her eyebrows at Sam as he looked up at her.

"I guess so. You terrible people, destroying my innocence with your alcohol and your show choir!" he joked.

"I know! We should just be so ashamed, shouldn't we Quinn?" Kurt said, playing along with the joke.

"Oh definitely, we should probably be arrested and put on trial!" Quinn began to mimic a deep, manly voice. "Quinn Fabray and Kurt Hummel you are accused of murdering Samuel Evans' innocence. How do you plea?"

Both Sam and Kurt started laughing. "Oh, do you think this is a laughing matter Mr. Hummel?" Quinn said, continuing in her judge voice. "This is a very serious crime!"

Kurt managed to get his laughing under control. "Oh no, your honour! I don't find this funny at all!"

"Good, then how do you plea?"

"Guilty, your honour!"

"And how about you Miss Fabray?" Quinn answered herself in her regular voice. "Guilty, your honour. But please, be lenient! I didn't know any better!"

"Well, with that revelation and the fact that both you and Mr. Hummel are so amazingly gorgeous, I find the defendants... NOT GUILTY!"

"Oh thank you, your honour, thank you!" Kurt said, in between laughing bouts.

All three of them had descended into laughing fits now and the others in the room were starting to stir due to the noise the three of them were making.

"Ugh, you would guys cram a sock in it? I've just woken up..." Santana snapped at them as she sat up in the chair she had been sleeping in.

"Alright Miss Grumpy Pants, calm down." Kurt told her as their laughter died down.

Mike stood up and stretched out. "I'm gonna go get a glass of water, my head's killing me. Anyone else want one?" Everyone raised their hand.

"I'll come help you bro." Sam said as he got up off of the ground.

"Yea, me too" Quinn said, giving Sam a meaningful look.

Sam took Quinn's hands and helped her up before the two of them and Mike left the room. They tried to walk quietly through the main area, trying not to wake up Finn who was still asleep under the pool table, snoring loudly.

"How'd he even get under there?" Sam asked the other two as they entered the kitchen but they both just shrugged their shoulders at him.

Mike opened a cupboard and started taking out glasses.

Quinn nudged Sam in the ribs with her elbow and nodded her head towards Mike.

Sam took the hint. "Hey Mike, you remember much from last night?" Sam asked, trying to be subtle.

"No, I didn't tell anyone about how you were walking around with your pants open and Quinn was... well, you know." Mike said, anticipating where the question was leading up to.

He broke into a big grin when he turned around and saw the look of shock on the faces of the two blondes.

Quinn was first to recover from the surprise. "Well, you better not tell anyone or you'll regret it!" She left the kitchen in a huff.

Mike began laughing but Sam interrupted him. "Dude, she mentioned castration early and she seemed pretty serious about it, I would take be taking her threat a bit more seriously."

Mike calmed down a bit. "Relax dude, I'm not going to tell anyone. What kind of friend would I be?"

"Not even Tina?" Sam asked him.

"When I said no-one, I meant no-one." Mike said as he passed Sam some glasses of water.

"You didn't say no-one..." Sam said, as they left the kitchen.

"Dude, shut up. You know what I mean."

"Yea, alright, cheers bro." Sam said as they entered back into the lounge room.

Mike and Sam started passing out glasses when Artie began speaking. "Hey, do any of you guys know where Mercedes and Rachel are? I remember talking to them before we went to sleep."

"I'm pretty sure they went upstairs to find beds because all the couches were taken and the princesses can't handle sleeping on the floor." Santana said as she accepted a drink off Sam.

"What about Brittany and Puck?" Tina asked.

"We're here." Puck said as the two of them entered the room, Puck shirtless and Brittany still in her underwear.

"Umm, Brittany? Where are your clothes?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know, maybe the fairies took them?" replied the blonde, squeezing in next to Santana on the recliner.

Santana was starting to explain to Brittany that fairies didn't exist when she was interrupted by Finn stumbling into the room.

"Oh my god, how much did I drink last night?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

"A lot." Sam said as he passed his glass of water to Finn, who gulped it down.

Sam made his way over to Quinn and Kurt, sitting in between them when Rachel and Mercedes entered the room.

"So what were you two up to last night then?" Artie asked the two girls.

"Nothing really." Rachel said as she walked over to Finn and hugged him.

"Sureeeeee." Puck said. "I bet you two were all up on each other."

"You wish Puckerman!" Rachel retorted and nudged Finn in the ribs, looking for some support although Finn was still busy with his hangover.

"Uhh, yea, shut up Puck." Finn managed to say to try and defend his girlfriend.

"Whatever man, I'm gettin' outta here. Who wants a lift?" Puck asked the room.

"Me and Britt will get one." Santana said, standing up and then helping up Brittany.

"Yeah, me too." Quinn said, standing up of the couch.

"I'll give whoever else needs a lift one as well." Kurt said

"I'll go with you Kurt." Sam said.

Everyone started saying their goodbyes (Rachel was staying at Finn's, Mike was driving himself and Tina home and Artie and Mercedes were getting picked up by Artie's Dad) and Santana found Brittany's clothes in the laundry.

"Hey Sam, here you go." She said, tossing him his shirt.

"Thanks." He said as he started pulling it on.

Sam made his way over to Quinn who was hugging Mercedes and waited for them to finish.

"Hey, so I'll see you at school tomorrow yeah?" he said, hugging her.

"Of course." Quinn said as she pulled back and kissed him lightly. Wow, she's an even better kisser when she's sober…

"Hey Sam, let's go." Kurt said from across the room. He definitely is a moment-ruiner.

"Well, I'll see ya." Sam said to Quinn as he walked over to Kurt.

"Alright man, let's go." He said to Kurt as he walked passed him to leave the house.

He got into the passenger seat in Kurt's car as Kurt started the engine. "You had a pretty good night Sam, didn't you?" Kurt asked him, smirking.

"Oh, definitely. A very good night." Sam said, recalling the highlights of his night and Kurt pulled out of the driveway and drove off down the street.