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I am so sorry! I haven't updated in yonks.

Now, let me make my excuses on why I haven't updated. My maths teacher is giving me maths questions for people in two school years ahead of me. I have a musical theater competition coming up next week (Gotta practice. :/). And I have to do basketball practice three times a week, twice a week with my year, and once a week with the year above me. And often all the other years in the school, right up to the under nineteens. :( It's hard.

Anyway, now that I'm done making excuses, I should probably start with the story already.

Okay, this is also NOT the midnight feast chapter. Maybe next one..? I dunno. But I do know what I'm going to do in that chapter, it just doesn't feel right to go to it just yet.

Did she just do that? Did she, Quinn Fabray, THE Quinn Fabray, just kiss Manhands McFinnstealer? Well, not just kiss, but still kissing. Berry was surprisingly good at kissing, considering what a prude she is. I mean, please, she's only ever slept with Puck. And everybody has slept with Puck. Even Kurt. How did Puck pull a guy like that? Actually, how did Puck convince him to sleep with him?

Or convince Berry, for that matter. Oh yeah, Berry! They were still making out.

Click.

What was that? Rachel wondered as she was sucking face is the HBIC of McKinley High. For a head cheerleader, she wasn't as good a kisser as she thought. She would suffice, for now.

Quinn moaned in pleasure. Not very quietly.

Kurt and Blaine stopped their evident sexcapades to glance at the maker of the sensual moan. Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry? No way! Not even possible. They turned to face each other once more. A disconcerting smile played on both of their lips.

"Get it, Rach!" Kurt whisper-screamed.

"Get stuck in, Quinn!"

"You GO, girlfriend!"

"Yeah baby!"

Finn looked up at his step brother and his boyfriend. What were they looking at...? Oh. That. That slut! I can't believe she's doing this to me! She knows that I still care for her, why would she do that?

Wes and David looked at the the kissing teens.

"ALRIGHT! GAY KISSES TIME!" and with that, Wes grabbed Davids cheek and played a vigorous game of tonsil-tennis with him. They made disgusting slurping noises and called out each others name in mock sensuality.

Click.

That's all.

Sorry it's short.