A/N: Kay, OOC story, I understand. In my mind, Mike Chang is the most amazing person ever. Oh yeah, and he was like, 3rd to last on the GLIST, so, it's not even like he's that much of a player. Just Saying.

Rachel had just officially finished her course for a motorcycle license, and she planned to "wow" the entire population of William McKinley High School. Her riding leather was flailing behind her as she raced down the street on her Kawazaki Ninja. It was Friday, the day of the Homecoming game that McKinley would inevitably lose, and the day that would make or break her attempt at moving up the social food chain. Santana and Brittany had lectured for hours about how to act at the party, and how to convince people to come. Of course, Santana would be offering her services in order to get certain football players to the party, but she only had so much time, and she couldn't sleep with the cheerios.

"Holy crap, girl." Mercedes said, as Rachel shook out her straightened hair from the purple that matched her purple motorcycle. She was wearing a gray tank top with a fashionable sketched horse on the front, and a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of legitimate purple Converse All-stars, and carrying a large multi-strapped white bag, "You look pretty freaking badass." Mercedes and Kurt, who reluctantly followed, walked into the school together. Rachel lead the group to her locker, where Santana and Brittany were already standing.

"Hey Treasure Trail," Santana smirked, pulling Rachel into a hug, "You just couldn't stay away from the animals, could you?" She rolled her eyes at Rachel's shirt which was a huge step from her sweaters that looked like they were made by her grandmother.

"Hi to you too, Santana." Rachel said, pulling out random items from her bag.

"So. what are the plans for tonight?" Mercedes said, standing on the outskirts of the circle next to Rachel's locker.

"We got most of the football team to come," Santana exchanged a mischievous smirk with Brittany, and Kurt looked positively appalled, "'Cept for Azimio and Karofsky, but they're complete losers, and they usually get kicked out of the parties when they get too drunk anyways. Which brings us to the next thing, alcohol."

"My dads have a liquor cabinet that they're never home to actually use, and they do always say that if I was going to drink that I should do it at home..." Santana's eyes widened at the last part of Rachel's statement.

"Damn, Berry, maybe I should get me some gay dads." She joked, happy knowing that her mother and father didn't care about the fact that she had slept with like, every boy at WMHS.

"Yeah, if you want to be completely forgotten." Rachel mumbled the last part. She closed her locker, and turned around to see Quinn storming down the hallway crying.

"Whats with Quinn?" Mercedes whispered into the circle.

"I bet she was trying to get Ms. Sylvester to let her back onto the Cheerios again," Brittany chuckled, and Santana just smiled at the thought of Sue Sylvester rejected the blonde from rejoining the squad, again. Quinn Fabray was already the school's Ice Queen, and she screwed it up, now it was Santana's turn.

"Poor Girl was rejected like, 3 times already," Mercedes mused, secretly hoping that Quinn wasn't let back onto the Cheerios. Quinn was the type of girl to get obsessed with power too easily, and now that she was back at her mom's house, Quinn didn't have Mercedes to smack some sense into her like she did before.

"Coach was especially irritable at the last practice, she was grumpy for some reason. She kicked Sylvia Lerman off the team because she sneezed during one of her lectures." Kurt shuddered at the intense memory.

"Tubbers has to work even harder than you to gain back her reputation." Santana said, looking at Rachel, "I wonder if she'll try to show up at the party today," Rachel giggled a little, as she pictured Quinn knocking on her door, to be let into the party that she was throwing at her fast.

"I bet she'd be too embarrassed about her stretch marks." Brittany snickered, Rachel gasped a little bit at the insult and then the entire circle just exploded into laughter at Quinn, who looked back at them, dejectedly.

"Oh, Britt." Kurt sighed, wiping a tear from his eye with his pointer finger, dramatically.

"What?" Brittany said, horrified, as if Kurt was the teacher that caught her and Santana in the janitor's closet during 5th period.

"Don't strain your brain too much, honey," Kurt said, patting the ditzy blonde on the head lightly. Brittany just stood blankly now, looking at the 4 people standing around her. School didn't officially start for 10 more minutes, so Rachel figured she should try to find Mike. She walked back into the parking lot to see if his car was parked outside, and instead found a bunch of guys surrounding her bike. The herd included football players, and swimmer jocks, and various other members of the school's student body. As she neared the group she could hear murmurs emanating from the group, "Who's is it?" "Is it Pucks?" "Pucks truck is right there, its not his."

"Berry, what are you doing here?" One of the boys on the football team turned around, and saw Rachel standing there, sassily.

"I'm waiting for the group of the guys standing next to my bike to leave," She snapped, holding the keys out to their face.

"You're shitting me," One of the guys in the back of the crowd yelled.

"You can ride that thing?" The guy said, pulling his hand out of his pocket so he could point at the purple bike behind him.

"Yeah, that's kind of what you do when you get a motorcycle, you ride it." Rachel said, nodding her head sarcastically at the boys who were gaping at her.

"So, Berry, I heard there was a party at your place tonight, you got a date?" One of the boys stepped out from the group, with an confident smirk on his face.

"Uh," Rachel stumbled, not knowing what to say. Crap, Rachel mentally facepalmed, I forgot about getting a date to my own party, ugh, if I say I don't have one, I'm gonna look so lame,

"Yes, she does." Rachel heard the voice, but wasn't sure who or what it had come from. Mike walked over to Rachel and threw his arm over her shoulder.

"Yes, I do." She said, a little more confidently. She liked the way Mike's arm felt around her. It wasn't uncomfortable like Finn's was, Mike's arm felt like it was supposed to be there.

"Way to go, Chang." The football player smiled at his teammate, and held his hand out for a fist bump. The crowd slowly dispersed, and Rachel and Mike were standing there, awkwardly.

"Thanks for saving my butt, Mike." Rachel said, blushing deeply, "But, now you're going to have to pretend to be my date to the party. Unless you don't want too, I could get Matt, or Puck, or Finn..." Her voice railed off as she saw Mike starting to laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Rach. I got you." Mike said, smiling. This is a start, I guess. Mike sighed to himself.

"Are you sure? I mean, you and Brittany..." Rachel said, knowing fully well that Brittany did not have any feelings for Mike.

'Chill, Rachel, Brittany and I are just friends. If you really want this reputation thing to work, you'll need to follow through. Don't worry about it,"

"Mike, I don't want you to give up a night with someone else to pretend that you are at a party with me." Rachel argued, even though she truly wanted Mike there, with her.

"Look, Rachel, I promise, If I find a girl that I like more than you, I'll ditch you." Mike joked. Fat Chance, He thought to himself again. "Is that good enough?" Rachel burst out in laughter, and just nodded her head, because she couldn't manage an actual answer. Mike started smiling, and put his arm around Rachel's shoulders again as they walked back into the school. When they walked back into the school, Finn was standing right next to Rachel's locker, looking around for her.

"Rach!" He called, running up to her. Rachel turned around angrily.

"Finn?" She said, calming herself down before she started a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Rach, I just wanted to say, that I'm really sorry about how stuff ended this summer. It was crummy of me to do that you, again." He ran his huge clumsy hangs through his hair, and looked down at Rachel, expecting her to jump back into his arms. Mike was standing right next to her, almost seething with anger. Goddammit, who does he think he is? He already did this last year, and he's gonna try it again. Why can't he freaking learn? Maybe that's why he's getting a D- in math, cause he's a freaking retard. Mike got ready to step forward and defend Rachel, but the petite brunette beat him to the punch.

"Wow, Where have I heard that before?" She said, a sharp tone in her voice. "You can't possibly believe that I'm going to fall for that, again. I know that I trust way too easily, but honestly, what makes you think that you deserve me? Usually, I believe that a person should get a second chance, but that's only if their intentions were good the first time. And, yours Finn, were certainly not." She turned on her heel at the end of her rant, and grabbed Mike's hand and stomped away, angrily. Finn was staring at the floor, his hand was on his head in confusion. Mike just smirked at him.

"Wow, Rachel, you really let him have it." Mike said, proudly.

"I think I've been spending way too much time with Noah," Rachel said, rather proud of her accomplishment. Now, Finn was just a memory.

"Trust me, that was nothing. You'll really be spending too much time with Puck when you start talking about Super Mario Bros with your other friends." Mike said, remembering the sad conversation that he had with Matt during Glee Club, during sophmore year.

"I pray that day never comes." Rachel looked up, as though she was talking to God. The Bell rang, and Mike and Rachel walked to their first periods.


Rachel reached her first period to see that the cheerios of the class, along with the football players were huddled up near her usual desk. She walked apprehensively to her seat, as if they were going to ambush her with slushies. When she approached her desk, the Football who was standing next to it, moved over and let her sit down, while he took the desk directly behind it, and the two cheerios he was talking to, took the ones to the left and the right.

"Hey, Rachel!" The Cheerio said, a huge smile plastered on her face, "I can't wait for the party tonight, Santana said it was going to be so much fun!" She squeaked a little. The Football player smiled and nodded his head in approval.

"Yeaaah," She said, uncertainly, "I barely know what's going to happen myself, Santana said she has the whole thing covered." Rachel mumbled, she thought about the condition of her poor house after this so-called killer party happened.

"That's so exciting, What're you wearing?" The second cheerio continued excitedly.

"Well, its a pool party, so my bathing suit, I guess." Rachel shrugged, "What about you?" She tacked on, to make it seem like she cared a little more.

"A pool party?" The Football player said, excitedly.

"Oh, keep it in your pants, Reynolds." Quinn said, rolling her eyes as she walked into the class, she took the seat diagonal to Rachel, and stared at the group of McKinley's Popular Kids like they were piles of crap.

"Hey, Quinn," The cheerio muttered, bitterly.

"Hey, Tara, do you have a date yet? Now that Finn's free, I was kind hoping I might get a piece of that." One Cheerio giggled, Rachel just grimaced at the thought of Finn. Quinn smiled to herself, and secretly locked her target.

"Yeah, Rachel! Why'd you ever let him go? He's one fine man." Tara agreed.

"I moved on to bigger and better things,"' Rachel shrugged, nonchalantly. I owe Mike Chang, one huge favor. She thought to herself.


"Kay, Matt, Britt, Puck, how the hell do we get Changster and Berry together?" Santana said, demandingly. The 4 teenagers, plus Tina and Artie, were seated in the choir room, as they all had free period right now.

"I have absolutely no freaking idea," Puck shook his head, "They're both so damn stubborn."

"We need to get them in a situation where they have to admit that they like each other." Matt said, offering a start to their plan for ''Operation: Cherry."

"We should play a game!" Brittany squealed excitedly.

"We could get them to take body shots off each other." Puck smiled at the thought.

"Puck, shut the fuck up." Santana snapped.

"Sorry, San." He mumbled, and went back to thinking of ideas.

"There's no party games that wouldn't make us look like 6 year olds." Matt said, rolling his eyes. 16 Year olds couldn't get away with the regular 7 Minutes in Heaven, or Spin the Bottle crap anymore.

"We can play Truth or Dare. That's fun!" Brittany said, clapping her hands. And, even though Brittany was probably the dumbest person in that room, she had came up with the best idea of the day.

"Britt, that's perfect." Santana smiled devilishly, and Puck and Matt frowned as they realized that Brittany had probably just woke up the devil.


Quinn Fabray walked into Glee Club only to be met by harsh stares and cold whispers. Finn was walking in behind her, he had his hand on his shoulder. They both knew that were just using each other, but, they were okay with that, because that was how it was before and after Beth. Mercedes walked up to Quinn with her hands on her hips.

"Look, Q, I know that you want to be popular again, but, this isn't the way to do it." Mercedes started. After babygate, Quinn and Mercedes were inseperable, but now, everything was as cold and distant as before.

"Mercedes, I know you're trying to help, but I managed to do this once. I can do it again." Quinn snapped. She passed Mercedes with a disgusted look on her face, and sat in the back of the choir room. Finn followed obediently, staring at Rachel the entire way.

"She did not just..." Mercedes stared, in disbelief.

"Çedes, just let it go." Kurt said, shaking his head.

"I will cut that stick figure bitch." She mumbled empty threats all the way back to her chair, and the rest of the glee club just gawked at Quinn.


"Come on, Rachel!" Santana yelped, sprinting down the hallway to catch up with Rachel.

"Santana, calm down!" Rachel said, a little shaky.

"We have to get everything set up in time to get here for the game." Brittany was skipping around the corner, happily, humming a tune that Rachel recognized as the Inspector Gagdet Theme Song.

"We'll meet you at your house, we need to grab some stuff from my house," Santana said, basically pushing Rachel out of the doors of the school. Rachel pulled her helmet on, and smoothed down her hair, and started the bike. This is so much fun, She thought to herself. Rachel hummed some songs on her way home, as she couldn't listen to music, or actually sing, seeing as she'd probably get a bug in her mouth. She pulled into her driveway, to already see Puck's beat up pick-up truck outside her house. He's probably in the backyard, she concluded. She opened the door, only to see Noah on her couch, watching TV and Mike and Matt sitting with him.

"How the hell did you get into my house, Puckerman?" She asked, rather calm for a 16 yr old who's house was just broken into.

"Babe, I'm Puckzilla. I can push open a window easy." Puck winked and pointed at the window that was in the wall behind the couch. The Net was bent, and needed to be fixed again, but she figured that it wouldn't be the only thing that was going to be broken, and just started to make a mental list. Santana pushed open the door, and Brittany walked in besides her. They were both carrying large brown paper bags filled with what looked like cookies, but Rachel knew not to assume anything with Santana.

"Mkay, weed cookies, and alcohol, and the truth or dare cards," Santana said, pulling out tin trays of the illegal cookies, and two shoeboxes which were about half full with index cards that the 4 scheming best friends of Rachel and Mike had sat down and wrote embarrassing questions and dares onto.

"Lets go set up the table outside, and I'm pretty sure we're done." Santana shrugged, "wasn't too bad after all."


The group drove to the Homecoming Game all squished up in Puck's truck, as Santana and Brittany had to be there early to cheer, and Mike, Matt, and Puck needed to be there to practice for the game. Rachel followed Santana and Brittany into the gym, and sat quietly on the side of the bleachers.

Sue walked into the gym very loudly, a cloud of cheerios following behind her, obediently.

"Okay, lemme see the new number, now!" Sue yelled, and the cheerleaders jumped into action, creating their starting formation in less than 3 seconds. The routine consisted of hundreds of formation changes, and flips. This is mediocre dancing, I can't believe they win Nationals with dancing like that. Rachel Berry was still just as critical as before, They're sloppy.

"Incompetent, hormonal teens!" Sue shouted into her bullhorn, "You think this is hard? Try having to have blackmail sex with a hairy indian man, that was hard." Most of the Cheerios just grimaced at the mental picture that their Coach just sent through their incompetent, hormonal heads. Rachel gasped inwardly, and scurried out of the gym, refusing to listen to anymore of Coach Sylvester's sex talk. She left as quietly as possible, aiming to draw the least amount of attention from the Cheerios and their slightly crazy coach. She walked to the football hoping that Coach Tanaka wasn't going to share any blackmail sex stories, and that the guys were just running through drills and wouldn't notice her sitting there alone. She walked across the campus quietly, and got there to see exactly what she didn't want. The boys were just standing around the field-this happened often after Coach Tanaka stopped trying to actually get them to atleast try to win-and, when she took a seat on the bleachers, the entire football team turned towards her, and the jeers started.

"Hey Berry, just 'cause Finn doesn't like you doesn't mean you need to be a prostitute," A voice Rachel recognized as Karofsky's called from the crowd, "I know quite a few guys that would just love to take the Finn's sloppy seconds,". Did he just compliment me? Rachel thought to herself, a triumphant smirk on her face, "or should I say, thirds."

"Shut up, Karofsky." Finn said, irritated at the other football player's comment towards him.

"Oh, be quiet Hudson, you know you're only mad that you can't have her anymore." Puck threw back, in Rachel's defense. Which made Rachel smile a little.

"Oh, Puckerman, you want her too?" Azimio scoffed, "It looks like Berry's already getting around. Well, start dressing like a slut and that's what happens." He smirked like a smartass.

"Shut it, Azimio." Matt said, stepping towards his teammate menacingly.

"Oh, Berry, Rutherford too? What's your secret?" Azimio mouthed off, again.

"I heard she doesn't have a gag reflex," A voice from the back of the team shouted.

"Hm, maybe I wanna get me a little piece of that," Azimio said, bumping fists with Karofsky, which make Rachel cringe with blatant disgust.

"That's it..." Rachel heard him say it, and couldn't look up fast enough. Mike Chang had already tackled Azimio, and was keeping him down with ease, and continiously knocking his head into the grass.

"What the hell, Chang!" Karofsky shouted and before he could start again, Puck threw a falcon punch right on his right cheek, and knocked him on the ground.

"That was for like, the entire Glee club, punk." He said, before turning away again, and leading the rest of the team off the field. Mike got off of Azimio, and left him in the grass, and next to Karofsky. He walked over to the Bleachers, instead of with the rest of the team.

"Hey, sorry about those guys," He said, taking the seat next to her.

"It's okay, I've dealt with people like that my entire life." Rachel reasoned, shrugging her shoulders.

"And, that's not fair. Rach, you aren't a bad person, at all, and you don't deserve the shit that everyone's giving you." Mike started.

"I'm trying to change it, it's not like I can get Karofsky and Azimio to stop making fun of me." She rolled her eyes, at the idea of tackling Azimio like Mike had done.

"No, but, Puck, Matt, and I can, and probably Finn too." Mike frowned at the last part, not wanting to let Finn save the day, "I want you to know that even though Puck might not act like it, and, although he would probably never, ever admit it, that punch, was for you. And, I know that if Puck hadn't done it first, Matt would have. We're here for you Rach, and I mean that." Rachel Berry for once, did not have a response, she just scooted into Mike, and put her arms around his waist, he put his arms around her, and they just sat there for a while, magically.


Santana and Brittany had just finished their 20 minute nonstop flips and tricks cheerios routine during the halftime break. McKinley was already losing 37-0, because Finn, Puck, Matt, and Mike were the only players that actually gave a shit.

"Alrightly, Rach. Let's get outta here." Santana said, walking loudly up the bleachers, Brittany following behind timidly.

"There's an hour left, Santana, I don't see why we need to leave so early." Rachel protested, as Santana grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the metal steps.

"We need to teach you the rules of McKinley party." Santana replied, "And we've got to make you bathing suit ready for the party."

"Wow," Rachel already didn't like the sound of that, "How are we even getting home, we came in Puck's truck."

"Matt's brother brought Matt's car, so Puck gave me the keys to his truck," Santana said, the girls reached the parking lot. Even though it was almost 8 o' clock, the Lima summer weather withheld, and it was a humid 78 degrees. The Girls all jumped into the front seat, and Santana sped down the streets towards Rachel's house, making sharp turns and jerky stops just to piss of Rachel, who was close to hyperventilation.

"So, you're never, going to ever drive my car." Rachel said, after reaching the safety of her solid driveway. She opened the door, and Santana and Brittany grabbed her hands and ran up the stairs into Rachel's room. Rachel had her dads move her stuff to the master bedroom once they started to work a lot more, and now she was using the huge room as her bedroom, and her woorkout room, and made good use of the attached bathroom, and insanely large walk-in-closet.

"Don't worry, Rach, I only did that to freak you out." Santana smiled sweetly. Rachel just shot her a look, and Santana walked into her closet, and threw a few pieces of clothing at her. The Bathing Suit they had picked out for Rachel were still sitting in their plastic bag in the corner of her room, not even touched. She chose a plain white tank-top with black music note designs on the side and a pair of light cutoff shorts to wear over it.


Mike, Matt, and Puck had promised to call when the rest of the McKinley student body started to leave the school, and Their female friends were getting ready for the start of their killer party. The doorbell rang, and Rachel ran into the house to grab the door.

"Eager much, Berry?" Santana said, reminding Rachel of party rule #2, Don't seem like you're too excited for it.

"Right, I'm sorry, I forgot." Rachel took a huge breath, and counted to 5 before she opened the door. A bunch of Cheerios wearing skimpy bikinis, and flip flops, "Parties in the back guys." Rachel said, pointing to the sliding door. Santana and Brittany were sitting on Rachel's pool chairs, putting Santana's ipod into Rachel's ipod speakers. Santana and Brittany's party playlist was playing throughout Rachel's house on her speakers, and the walls were vibrating with the loud bass beats of the music. There were more knocks on the door, and within a few minutes the house was 5 times fuller then it was before.

"Wow, Rach, bishin'party." Rachel heard a drunk football player yell, it took her a few minutes to realize that he meant to say bitchin' party, and then a few more minutes for it to register that he was too drunk to speak properly, already.

"Rachel!" Tina yelled, pushing Artie in through the front door, and grimacing when she saw that there were people freaking in the backyard.

"Hey, Tina!" Rachel said, walking over to them. They were both dressed completely appropriately, and had horrified expressions plastered on their faces.

"Hi, Rachel." Artie said, looking at the floor now, folding his hands in his lap, awkwardly.

"Uh, Mercedes and Kurt are upstairs, I could get them if you'd like, I know this isn't really your scene." Rachel said, referring to the loud music, irresponsible drinking, and illegal use of baking.

"Uhm, I'll go, I think Santana's looking for you." Tina said, dashing up the stairs, when she saw Santana shoving people to the side and storming over to Rachel.

"Berry!" She sounded like she was growling at her, "get outside, now, we're playing truth or dare."

"Uhm, okay, Santana." Rachel shot Artie a horrified look as she was being pulled through her own house.

"See you later, Rach." Artie muttered, and let out a sigh or relief when he saw Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes walking down the steps.


Rachel, Finn, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Matt, Puck, and Mike were all seated together, facing 3 cheerios, and 2 other football players, creating a lopsided oval.

"Alright, lets get this started." Santana said, demandingly. Quinn cleared her throat, and Finn almost uniformly put his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll go first!" One of the Cheerios from Rachel's first period spoke loudly, "Rachel! Truth or Dare?"

"Uhm, Dare." Rachel gulped. Santana kicked a shoebox towards her, and Rachel stuck her hand in a pulled a card out: Sing a song that reflects the situation that you and the person you like are in, right now.

Rachel turned a shade of bright red as she read the Dare out loud. He's gonna figure it out, for sure! And then our whole friendship will be ruined! She walked over to where Santana and Puck were sitting, and whispered something to Puck. He nodded, and Rachel skipped back towards her house. She returned a few moments later holding an acoustic guitar. Santana moved off of Puck's lap so that he could play the guitar, and Puck took the guitar.

I don't know but
I think I maybe
Fallin' for you
Dropping so quickly
Maybe I should
Keep this to myself
Waiting 'til I
Know you better
I am trying
Not to tell you
But I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
So I'm hiding what I'm feeling
But I'm tired of
Holding this inside my head
I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waiting all my life
And now I found ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
As I'm standing here
And you hold my hand
Pull me towards you
And we start to dance
All around us
I see nobody
Here in silence
It's just you and me
I'm trying
Not to tell you
But I want to
I'm scared of what you'll say
So I'm hiding what I'm feeling
But I'm tired of
Holding this inside my head
I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waiting all my life
And now I found ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
Oh I just can't take it
My heart is racing
The emotions keep spinning out
I've been spending all my time
Just thinking about ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I've been waiting all my life
And now I found ya
I don't know what to do
I think I'm fallin' for you
I'm fallin' for you
I can't stop thinking about it
I want you all around me
And now I just can't hide it
I think I'm fallin' for you (x2)
I'm fallin' for you
Ooohhh
Oh no no
Oooooohhh
Oh I'm fallin' for you

Finn's face had dropped into a frown, as he was sure that she'd sing a song about jealousy, or getting back with him. Matt and Mike just looked at each other, and seemed to be having a mental conversation, and Santana and Brittany were smiling knowingly. Rachel just smiled at all of them, and the football players and cheerios were clapping loudly, and Quinn was gaping slightly, and her eyes were showing that she was very unhappy.

"Brit, Truth or Dare?" Rachel asked, hyped from her performance.

"I want to sing too!" Brittany smiled, and pulled a card out of the box, and surely enough, the card read: Sing your favorite song, in front of everyone, wearing only your bathing suit. "Yes!" Brittany jumped out of her seat and went to plug in her ipod into Rachel's speaker system. She pulled off her shorts and shirt, so that she was only wearing her bathing suit, and skipped to the back of Rachel's pool and stood on a beach chair.

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock

Word on the street, you got somethin' to show me, ee
Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery, ee
I'm intrigued, for a peek, Heard it's fascinating

Words are mislead
Such a tease
Wanna see the show
In 3D, a movie
Heard it's beautiful
Be the judge
And my girls gonna take a bow

I want the jaw droppin, eye popin, head turnin, body shockin
(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh)
I want my heart throbbin, ground shakin, show stoppin, amazin
(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh)

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch
I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off
Come on baby let me see
What you're hiding underneath
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off
Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful
Come on baby let me see
Whatchu hidin' underneath

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock

Skip the talk, heard it all, time to walk the walk
Brake me off, if you bad, show me how's the boss
Need some goose, if you lose, come on take a shot

I want the jaw droppin, eye popin, head turnin, body shockin
(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh)
I want my heart throbbin, ground shakin, show stoppin, amazin
(Uh, uh, oh, Uh, uh, uh, oh)

Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a beeotch
I'ma peace out if you don't give me the pay off
Come on baby let me see
What you're hiding underneath
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off
Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful
Come on baby let me see
Whatchu hidin' underneath

I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock

Oh my good no exaggeration
Noy all this time was worth the waiting
I just shared a tear
I'm so unprepared
You've got the finest architecture
And on the rainbow looking treasure
Such a sight to see
And it's all for me

Brittany jumped off the chair, and ran back to the group of teens sitting on the side of the party.

"I love that song!" Brittany smiled, "Peacocks are my favorite kind of bird, their feathers are so pretty. I bet that's why she sang a song about them!"

"Mkay, Mike, Truth or Dare," Brittany squeaked, happily.

"I'll take a chance," Mike said. Santana got off her chair, and held open the lid for him to pick a dare. Mike stuck his hand out hesitantly, and Santana snapped at him, "maybe I'll get to sing too!"

"Hurry up, Chang!" She gave him all of about a second to pick a card, and just pulled one out herself.

"Geez, 'Tana." He said, "Calm the hell down!" He pulled the card out of her hand, and read it. If you like someone in the circle, go kiss them.

"Wow, okay." Matt said, reading the card over his shoulder, he winked at Santana, knowing that they cooked up this plan in order to get Operation: Cherry underway, and Santana had played her part perfectly.

"What if you don't like anyone in the circle?" Mike said, boldy, unknowingly ripping out Rachel's heart, earning a wild glare from Santana, and shocked faces from Matt and Puck.

"You have to like someone!" Santana said, almost defensively.

"I don't have to do anything, San." Mike rolled his eyes, "I wouldn't say I like anyone."

"Oh," Brittany squealed, "So, you love someone!" She smiled brightly at Mike, who consequently turned bright red, and got some whoops and hollers from the football players that sat around him.

"Well, kiss her, Chang!" Santana almost barked at him, her voice sounding extremely defensive. Mike hesitated for a second, then nodded to himself, and got up. He shuffled toward Rachel, and looked at her sadly.

"This isn't exactly the way I wanted to tell you," Mike whispered to her. Rachel just smiled, and Finn's face changed from a playful smile to an angry scowl.

"And, it's not the way I wanted to tell you, either, but it'll work." Rachel said, pressing her barely clothed body towards his, and giving Santana a sideways glare over Mike's tall shoulder, "Michael Chang, I really like you."

"I really like you too," He smiled at her, and then leaned in for a kiss. As soon as their lips met, the entire crowd that was drinking in Rachel's giant backyard starting yelling and cheering, and once they finally separated, Santana, Brittany, Matt, and Puck were standing there, patting them on the back, and pulling them into congratulatory hug.

And, when everyone had left, and Santana, Brittany, Puck, Matt, were sprawled across Rachel's couch, Rachel and Mike were still smiling.

AN- Sorry about the lack of updates, I'm so bad at this. & GLEE IN 2 DAYS, YES. I know the dares were lame, but, i wanted to add those songs in there sooo badly. They were: Falling for you by Colbie Calliat, and Peacock by Katy Perry. LOLL. & flufftastic fluffyness is coming up later. ^_^

rewiew, please?