Okay, I gave up on my new fanfic. The story line was completely out there and I really didn't like it… I have a new one planned out ^_^ Enjoy, peace, love, gleek out.

Also, for the song,

this = Santana, quinn and britt

This = Santana

This = Quinn

This = Britt

Quinn, Brittany and Santana all sat on Santana's bedroom floor, sorting through their make-up and hair appliances. "Ah, Curly or straight?" Quinn asked, weighing her straighterners and curlers in each of her hands.

"You always look good with both." Brittany said, sighing.

"Curly, but wavy." Santana said pulling her curling iron off a piece of her hair and going onto another part.

"Now, I think I agree." Brittany added. Quinn smiled and switched her curlers on. Brittany ran her straighterners over her hair and slipped her devil horns on.

Lima's annual Halloween party was sure going to shock Sam.

GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE

The three girls walked into the party, Puck was already drunk, you could tell, plus he was grinding up against a girl who was trying to get away from him. Quinn looked away quickly and back out the door. She knew Sam was already here because she was running late so she decided to go get a drink and sit.

Her plans were ruined when Santana pulled her and Brittany to where the drinks were and got them all shot glasses, filling each up with vodka, strong vodka. "One, two three!" Brittany shouted and the girls tipped the drinks up and swallowed down the drink. "Again?" Brittany said. The latina and blonde nodded quickly and repeated.

The three felt pretty light headed after they finished and stumbled into the room where the party actually was. Quinn blinked a few times and saw Sam gawking at her. She smiled and saw others looked at the three cheerleaders.

Sam walked over to Quinn, she saw him stumbling over so she knew he was also drunk. He came and wrapped an arm around her shoulder heavily and grinned dopily at Quinn, Santana and Brittany. "Hey, Sam!" Brittany shouted.

"Hey, Britt!" Sam replied, also shouting.

"Hi. One second… I heard they are doing karaoke. I'm going to get us three to do super bass." Santana said, scuttling off leaving the three of them.

"Hi, Sa-" Sam cut himself off as she left hearing distance. "Hey, babe." Sam said and pressed his lips to Quinn's. He tasted of vodka and Quinn nearly gagged. She liked alcohol but she couldn't stand smelling it on someone. "Hi, Sam. I can't rap…" Quinn said after she got her breath.

"Me neither but everyones already drunk so it won't matter. I'm going to go see Santana…" Brittany said and scuttled off.

"And then there were two." Quinn said, drunkenly. She looked him up and down, realizing he was dressed as batman. "Oh, I have my own superhero!" Quinn said, grinning.

"Yeah, and I have a devil," Sam said winking and touching one of the red horns. Quinn grinned and walked back to get a drink before her karaoke turn. "What do you want?" Quinn asked Sam.

"Whatever your having,"

"Okay." Quinn poured their drinks and walked back over to where Santana and Brittany were arranging the microphones.

"Oh, Q! Glad you're here! Here, it's your mic." Santana said, pushing the microphone at Quinn. She took it and sighed. "Look after this, will you, Sam?" Quinn said, taking a sip and then passing it to Sam. She pecked his cheek and then followed the two girls onto the stage.

"Okay, we are singing, well rapping, super bass!" Britt shouted into the microphone making everyone stop and look at us. The stood in a line, holding hands with their free hand.

The music started and each girl took a deep breath.

This one is for the boys with the booming system

Top down, AC with the cooling system

When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up

Got stacks on deck like he savin' upAnd he ill, he real, he might got a deal

He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill

He cold, he dope, he might sell coke

He always in the air, but he never fly coach

He a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship

When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip

That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for

And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe

I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy

I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly

I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie

You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh

Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is

I am Britt Pierce, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass

boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass

This one is for the boys in the polos

Entrepreneur n***** in the moguls

He could ball with the crew, he could solo

But I think I like him better when he dolo

And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on

He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on

He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look

Then the panties comin' off, off, uh

Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American guys

I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side

Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is

I am Britt Pierce, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Beating like a drum and it's coming your way

Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Yeah that's that super bass

Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass

boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass

See I need you in my life for me to stay

No, no, no, no, no I know you'll stay

No, no, no, no, no don't go away

Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away

Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way

Oh it be like, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass

The girls finished the song off, dancing around and laughing. Everyone clapped and the girls bowed before jumping off the stage and joining in with the dancing.

There was a knocking at the door and Katie swung the door open. Quinn was close enough to the door to hear the conversation. Sam walked up to her and said, "That was awe-" He didn't finish his sentence because Quinn put her hand over his mouth. She listened more intently to the conversation.

"Please can you turn it down, I'm trying to get Beth to sleep…"

"Sorry, Shelby, I'll… turn it down"

Quinn gasped and her eyes widened. Sam gave her a questioning look but she couldn't respond. This whole situation sobered her up and she fell to the floor, everything going black.

GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE GLEE

"Quinn, Quinn, Quinn, Quinn…" She heard the repetitive voice over and over again and she scrunched up her face. Her head was booming and it felt like drums were being played. She felt a warm, heavy scented breath on her face and she wrinkled her nose. "Quinn.. Quinn.. Quinn.." The voice said again and she had had enough. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Sam's face. "What.. What happened?" She asked rubbing her forehead.

"You.. Uh, passed out." He said, looking around before saying, "She's fine.. Looks like she doesn't remember. Thanks, Shelby, you owe us one."

Quinn clicked then. "Shelby!" Quinn sat up but Sam's hand pushed her back down.

"No-uh, not a good idea…" Sam said.

"I don't care. Move." Quinn said and pushed out off Sam's grasp. She met eye contact with Shelby and then her accusations were right. It was Shelby Cocoran.

-evil cackle- cliff hanger. Keeps you thinking. What do you think of Shelby coming into it? Leave a comment to tell me! If you want to see anything happen then please do too.