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AN: woohooo I'm on chapter 10! I never figured I would actually go this far, especially with a Sam/Rachel fic. I'm so happy to have such amazing readers, your support is amazing and inspiring. I love all of you, and the reviews are so good to read. I apologise I haven't been replying but I just want to thank you all for genuinely taking the time to read and even review. It all means so much to me. Okay, I'm rambling. In case anyone is wondering, this story will be coming to an end soon. I don't want to drag it out. But there are still a couple more chapters and more drama to look forward to! Anyway. Enough of this, onto the next chapter which didn't take me long cos i had already started it, but realised it would have made the other chapter too long.

AN/2: if anyone is confused italics = flashback

Normal font = present time

Right now for realzzz. Onto the story.

Twists and Turns - 10

Rachel's head was throbbing even before she opened her eyes that was soon hit by the streaming sun, beaming in from the open curtains. Her eyes opened involuntary and then closed again on their own accord. She felt as if someone had hit her over the head with a sledgehammer. Repeatedly. Groaning loudly, she slumped back against the pillow. Her head was banging and every slight movement she made, made her tummy really queasy as if she were on a boat in the middle of the sea. There were black holes in her mind as she tried to recall the events of last night's thrilling party. She was obviously in a room, laying on a bed. She just didn't remember how she got here, or what happened after another shot was (not) forced down her throat. If she remembered, they were going to be playing a game of truth or dare. Sam had offered her a drink. It wasn't the pink punch she'd been drinking all night, it was something that resembled the smell of nail varnish. It turned out to be Vodka. And she didn't find it nearly as revolting as the Whisky, Noah had made her try. So Rachel began to mix Vodka with some lemonade, and then the game began. Or something…

She looked straight ahead and noticed the door was barricaded with a chair against the door knob. That was odd. She then looked around the room. There was a white shirt that had been discarded. Lying next to it was Santana's cardigan which Rachel hazily remembered borrowing because she was cold. She frowned, this was getting weirder. She sat up gently, trying her hardest not to make any sudden movements because her stomach was in a foul mood with her. She looked around the room. The room was oddly familiar. It was the posters that caught her. It was Finn's room. She had fallen asleep in Finn's room. In Finn's bed! She swallowed and quickly checked that her clothes were on. Oddly enough, they were. She let out a sigh of relief. But she noticed the t-shirt she was wearing was covered in a red substance. It looked a lot like dried blood. She winced as the pain rippled through her temples again at the jerky movement she made. She frowned. What in the hell happened last night? She stood gently, her feet wobbling. She noticed the alarm clock on the bedside table, reading 6:43am. She frowned again, nobody would be up at this time. She wanted answers though. How the hell did she get barricaded into Finn's bedroom, with someone's white t-shirt and blood on her own t-shirt. She bent down and examined the t-shirt on the floor. She noticed the specks of dried blood, and then sighed. The rusling of the bed sheets made her drop the t-shirt immediately. With wide eyes, she turned quickly.

Laying in the same bed, that she had awoken from, was none other than Noah Puckerman. With no shirt on. She covered her mouth. She took in the fact that he was shirtless, first. Clearly, the shirt belonged to him. She then took in her own appearance. She was still wearing all her clothes and she didn't feel any different aside from the pain in her head. So they couldn't have engaged in any… activities last night. And she certainly wouldn't have either, drunk or not. She was absolutely certain of that fact!

But then her gaze rose to his face. His lip was slightly swollen and there was a drop of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. His left eye was purpling, a clear shadow of a bruise already forming. His nose looked a little swollen too. And then she realised, the blood on her shirt. It was Noah's. She gasped. She looked over him again, it was then she realised he was staring back at her, his left eye slit open because it was clearly painful.

"Geez, I forgot how hard your ex can hit…" He mumbled softly, his thumb brushing his lip.

"FINN DID THIS?" Rachel screeched, pointing.

Puck's chest rose as he laughed, she couldn't help but notice. "You don't remember? Lucky you." He winced as he blinked.

Rachel sat down on the bed.

"What the hell happened? Why did he beat you up?" She cried, she wanted to ask about Sam. Whether he was involved somehow, or if something happened. But Puck shook his head.

"Alcohol sets him off. Dude's unstoppable once he starts hitting."

Rachel swallowed. "No, I don't understand. What happened?"

She felt Noah guide her over towards the circle. Everyone had taken a respectable place on Kurt and Finn's living room floor. Mike was sat with his legs open, Tina resting in between, her head against his chest. Quinn was sat holding a pillow against her chest. Brittany was perched on Santana's crossed legs and Mercedes had Kurt's head resting on her shoulder. They all looked perfectly content. Sam was smiling widely as he noticed Rachel, motioning for her and Puck to sit by him. Rachel more than happily smiled back, and stepped (tripped) over Mercedes' legs and toppled over onto him. Quinn raised her eyebrow as everyone else laughed. Just admiring the fact that Rachel Berry was intoxicated with alcohol. Finn stuffed his left hand in his pocket after handing Quinn a plastic cup, he took the empty seat next to Quinn. Not bothering to look around to see everyone. His eyes were soley focused on Rachel. And the fact that Puck was sitting beside her. It didn't seem remotely strange to him that she was sitting on Sam's lap. He hardly noticed that, he was too busy trying to decide if there was really something going on between Puck and Rachel. And the more alcohol he drank, the more obvious it came to him, the way she was around him. And the way he was around her…Or it was simply his drunken state of mind playing tricks.

Kurt passed the bottle of Vodka around the circle, encouraging everyone to take a huge sip.

"Guys, we're gunna be playing truth or dare. We all need to be looseneding up…" He stopped for a moment, turning to Mercedes. "looseneding..is that even a word?" they both cracked up laughing, causing the others to start laughing too.

"Looseneding isn't a word, no." Quinn said softly. "I think the term is…loosened." She elongated the o's. Making everyone laugh a little more.

Tina's mouth was attacking Mike's and everyone was tutting and ohing. Sam felt Rachel shift herself against him, and for the love of him and all that was holy, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her red frilly underwear poking out from just above the leggings. Rachel tapped Tina's shoulder, she turned around.

"Excuse me. Get a room." Rachel said as matter of factly as she could, before slumping back down on Sam's lap. He felt her shift again, to get comfortable. But all he could think was whether she was wearing a matching bra. Puck nudged him, before admiring the look on his face.

"Stop fantasizing about Berry's pants. You'll blow your shit right there and then!" He hissed, it wasn't loud for everyone to hear, but Rachel whipped her head round, her hair whipping Sam in the eye. The other's were chatting, waiting for Kurt to state the typical 'do's and don'ts' of truth or dare.

Rachel scrowled. "Puck, don't talk about my undies!" She hissed.

Puck raised his eyebrow. "It's Noah, to you baby." He purred, his hand tickling the spot above her chin. She giggled. This caught the attention of the boy across the room. Finn's eyes burned.

Sam let out a whine. "Rach, no offence but your hair just whipped the shit outta my eye. I'm crying now." She whipped her head back around again, to face him. She took in the way his right eye was watering.

"Oh No!" She cried, she shifted her body again, this time so she was sat on his lap, facing him. Her legs dangling behind his back. She was so close to him, Sam didn't know if he could control himself. He wanted to kiss her. But he couldn't. Nobody knew anything. Only Santana and Britt. But they wouldn't say anything. Rachel had issues with Finn. He had issues with Quinn. He felt her fingers brush lightly over his right eye, caressing it softly. "I'm so sorry." She whispered innocently. She leaned into him, but before she could capture his lips, she was pulled off of him gently. She landed with an umpf, into Puck's lap. Sam's eyes flashed. And he realised that Puck knew something was going on too. Puck sent him a 'I got it man. Don't sweat it look' before sending him a wink. Sam nodded his thanks and quickly swigged some more of his beer.

Rachel tugged Puck's shirt, so his ear was close to her ear.

"Noahhh!" She whined, although Sam had nothing to worry about with Puck, Puck still couldn't help but find Berry so utterly attractive. She was delicious. And the way she said his name…oh god. He pulled away from her, adamantly setting her into his lap.

"Its for your protection baby." Puck whispered. She frowned, but shrugged her shoulders.

"Fucksake guys." Quinn muttered. Finn's eyes were glowing red, but this was unnoticeable to the others because they were all enjoying the buzz.

Finally Kurt spoke. "Okay guys. RULES. Stick to um." He nodded his head once.

Everyone stared at him. "What are they?" Brittany asked, she had been playing with Santana's hair for the last ten minutes.

Kurt laughed. "Oh yeah. Might wanna let you know" He smiled. "Okay, rule number one; No cruel or homosexual jokes. And no daring someone to run naked outside." Puck, Mike and Finn all groaned. Sam chuckled whislt the girls all scowled. "Rule number two; if you pick a dare, YOU have to do it. You can't change your mind. A dare's a dare. Number three; Anything that goes on in this cirlce, stays in the circle. Okay? Rule number four; if you pick a truth, it doesn't have to be a is it true question, it can be any question, but you must answer it truthfully. No lying! Right. I'm pretty much done. Everyone' ready?" Everyone nodded eagerly.

"Who goes first?" Tina asked, Mike kissing his way up her neck casually. She squirmed against him, but couldn't hide the smile.

Kurt laughed. He held up the now empty Vodka bottle that had made it's way back to him."Lady Vodka is going to decide. Whoever she spins on first will be asking truth or dare to the second person Lady Vodka lands on. Kay?"

"Kay." Everyone chimed.

Kurt's first spin wasn't a spin. It kind of flew out of his hand. It slid across the room and everyone burst out laughing .After retrieving it, Sam was holding the bottle, and he was asked to spin.

"Mercedes!" Everyone shouted as the tip of the bottle directed at her.

"Okay." Sam took a deep breath, reaching to spin the bottle again. It landed this time on Quinn.

Mercedes and Quinn exchanged smiles. "Truth or dare Quinny?" Mercedes asked.

Quinn pouted, trying to think.

"DARE!" most of the boys shouted. Whilst at the same time "TRUTH" Was shouted.

Quinn decided to be safe. "Truth."

Mercedes pondered for a question. Kurt whispering something in her ear. "Do you have feelings for any of the boys in this room besides Sam?"

Sam's eyes rose to Quinn. For the first time, they locked eyes. They hadn't spoken since he broke up with her at the bleachers. He gulped.

Quinn stared right at him. "Truthfully? I don't have feelings for Sam." Everyone whipped their heads round. Heated whispers filled the room. "He broke up with me this afternoon." Everyone looked from Sam to Quinn.

"What?"

"Why?"

"Golden Balls!"

Mercedes grabbed the bottle, quick to spin again. But Quinn took hold of it. "To answer your question Mercedes. Yes. I do have feelings for someone here." She whispered meekly. Causing the boys to stare at her. Puck sent her his signature smile. Quinn rolled her eyes. She span the bottle next. Her hand touching Finn's knee for the briefest of seconds, he flashed her a smile. She smiled back cautiously. The bottle landed on Santana. Santana chose dare. She got dared to give a lap dance to Kurt's kitchen table. After a 3 minute recording and a load of hollers' from the boys, they were all seated again. Santana span the bottle, it landing on Kurt. He picked truth. He was asked about Blaine. Kurt mentioned that Blaine was a nice guy, but he didn't feel the same way. This was a shock to everyone. Kurt span the bottle next. It landed on Mike. Mike chose dare. He had to pop and lock with just his boxers on. Tina was madly excited. This grossed everyone out, so Kurt told Mike to put his clothes back on. Mike span the bottle, it landed on Mercedes. "Dare" She got dared to prank call Ms Slyvester. Santana laughed wickedly at this. She handed the number to the eager girl.

"Hi, this is homeland security, I had had a complaint from your neighbours stating that they have seen rats running in and out of your back door. Now, in most cases, Rats as pets are harmless things. It's only became a problem recently, considering your neighbours have stated that you've been stuffing these rats into your bra and knickers…Now if this is the case, we are all highly disgusted."

There was a lot of cursing and swear words on Sue's part. And for their side? Mindless laughter came to mind.

Everyone had a go at least twice. Quinn was now in possession of the bottle, and she span it. It landed on Rachel. Rolling her eyes, she asked Rachel truth or dare. She thought she was going to pick truth, because that's all she had been picking all night. But this time, she picked dare.

Quinn rose her eyebrow as everyone 'ooo'd'. She thought for a moment. She had noticed how cosy Puck and Rachel had gotten. She had also heard something about Puck that caused Finn and Rachel to spilt up. Which in all fairness, was probably a load of gossip, but if that was the case…"I dare you…" She smiled wickedly, ignoring Santana's warning glare. "To make out with Puck. WITH TONGUES. And then, allow Puck to put his hands down your leggings."

Everyone gasped. 'Whoa', 'that's a huge dare', 'Surely that is agasint the rules!' Kurt shrugged his shoulders.

"Dare's a dare." He laughed.

Everyone egged them on.

Puck shifted his weight, turning Rachel to face him. "Come on babe. It's just a dare, I wont do nothing alright? I'll stop when you want too."

Rachel shot a sideways look to Sam. He was smiling, a twinkle in his eye. Saying it was okay.

"It's just a dare."

Santana tapped her shoulder. "B you don't have to."

"Nuhuh. That's no fun." Kurt laughed.

"Okay. I'll do it." Rachel whispered.

Quinn looked sideways, Finn was seething. "Okay. Now stand up. We have to see it. The whole hand, in the leggings."

Puck smirked. "Sometimes Q, you're a bitch. But this is one of the finer things you've done."

Rachel slapped him, hard. He winced. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Come here." He pulled her up with him, wobbling slightly as the alcohol took over his body. He gently pulled her closer. He brushed her hair from her face as she gazed up at him with confused eyes. "it's alright." He whispered softly, his face coming closer to hers. The group couldn't help but aw as their lips touched softly. Quinn smirked viciously. Santana scoffed at her, making her smile widen. Mike looked over at Finn, whose knuckles were turning white. Puck's hand was trailing down Rachel's side, and with the angle they stood in, there was a clear view to the direction Puck's hand was heading. He was a master in this area, so he would be as quick as anything. His hand reached the waistband of her leggings and he felt his fingers snap it away from her, his fingers caressing her belly gently. He felt her tense as he edged closer, but he darted his tongue against her lip softly, making her know that it was okay. But just before Puck's fingers inched down, he was being tackled to the floor, diving headfirst into the table.

"MOTHER FUCKER." he cursed, as the first blow connected with his lip. He sharply turned his head as everyone started screaming and shouted.

"Finn STOP!" Mike and Sam were trying to pull Finn away. But Finn kept on hitting. The second hit him square in the nose, blood spilling from the impact. Puck grappled with Finn, kneeing him in the stomach. That didn't stop him though. Finn aimed higher, punching Puck right in the eye socket.

"STOP IT!" Rachel screamed. Finn was distracted for a split second, his eyes meeting hers. She was scared. Kurt was cursing to himself, hugging Mercedes. Brittany was huddled against Santana. Quinn wasn't smiling, but she wasn't nearly as shocked as everyone else. Tina and Mike looked taken back. Mike grabbed Finn and shoved him across the room. Tina followed him as he said he'd get Finn cleaned up.

Rachel bent down to Puck, who was sitting up holding his nose up in the air. Someone handed him a cold, wet towel. He instinctively went to take it, but Rachel was kneeling next to him, holding it against his eye. "Come here." She whispered, helping him up and leading him towards the stairs.

"Yeah, go on. Go help him. It's not like he made us break up anyway!" Finn shouted. Everyone swung round to see Finn staring after them. This broke a lot of confusion.

Rachel was angry. She encouraged Noah to go up stairs, and that she would follow in a minute. However, he lingered, wanting to see this exchange.

"For your information Finn. It was me. I was the one who asked Noah, to come over. I was the one who initiated the whole kissing. Noah was the one who stopped it. Because he couldn't do it to you again. You were so easy to forgive Quinn for lying to you for months. It took Noah ages to gain your friendship again and he didn't want to ruin it. And he cares about me. And I used him. I admit, it wasn't fair. You slept with Santana" She turned. "I don't mean to bring this up San, because you've been amazing to me lately - but Finn, you lied to me. And I'm sorry okay. I'm sorry. I didn't lie to you, I know I shouldn't have cheated, I know I shouldn't have kissed Noah. But it' a lot better to be honest about things rather than betray someone's trust. Finn, this is over." She shot him a glare, she moved her eyes to Sam who was smiled softly, slowly walking towards her. He winked. She looked back at Finn. "We're over. For good." She pushed Noah up the stairs, him basically tripping over his own feet. Just before she followed, she turned back round to the stunned group. "By the way, THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN NOAH AND I!" She cried. Puck poked his head back round.

"S'true. You beat the crap outta me for nothing dude. It aint my fault I'm friends with the ladies." His footsteps thundered up the stairs, followed by Rachel's and then Sam slipping upstairs after them.

Sam found Rachel and Puck in the bathroom. Puck was holding a load of tissue to his nose, Rachel was raiding the cupboards for things to stop the bleeding.

"Hey Berry. Nose has stopped." Rachel just rolled her eyes and shoved a wet cloth his way.

"Put this over your eye. It will help the pain and maybe stop the swelling. I really need some peas."

Puck started at her with his one good eye, the water dripping from the cloth onto his face. "Ew. i don't want you peeing when i'm in here. That's one step to far for our friendship"

Rachel barked out laugh. "God Noah! I said i need some peas, as in frozen peas! To put on your eye, stupid."

"Whatever, strawberry cakes." He laughed, his eye slid to the door. "Hey Berry. Golden Balls here."

She practitcally jumped around. Her eyes twinkling. She stared at Noah. "You stay. Keep that on your eye." Sam took this to mean they would be going outside.

Shutting the door slightly, Rachel smiled at Sam.

"Nice shout downstairs. So it's really over between you and Finn?" Sam asked sheepishly. His cheeks reddening.

Rachel nodded. "Yes."

"Come here." Sam whispered, pulling Rachel by the hand into his arms. His lips crushed gently against hers and she actually fell into him. She kissed back with just as much passion. His tongue triced her lips slightly, he didn't want it to be too far, but she opened her mouth for him, their tongues meeting. After a few moments Sam pulled back slightly breahtless. "You know... i've been waiting to do that since seeing you with Puck. That didn't go down with me..."

Rachel smiled. "Were you jealous?" Sam didn't answer, just pushed her backwards, her back softly thumping the wall. She kissed him back, equal force, their mouths mashing together.

"YO. IF YOU'RE HAVING AN ORGY I SUGGEST YOU TAKE IT AWAY FROM THE BATHROOM WALLS!" Puck shouted from the bathroom.

Rachel pulled back a little, a slight smirk on her face. "I should take care of him..."

Sam nodded. "You've caused such a scene, tomorrow's going to be really interesting..." He leaned into her again, breathing in the smell of strawberries mixed with alcohol.

"It's a good thing everyone's drunk then." She whispered, softly pressing against him. He kissed her again, and again, he couldn't get enough. Sudden footsteps were what pulled them apart.

"Hey...Oh Sam, you're up here." It was Tina. "We were just wandering what Puck's doing. If he's okay."

Rachel touched her lips, before turning to face her. "Yeah, i'm sorting it."

Tina looked her up and down, taking in the kiss swollen lips. "I bet..." She smiled. "Come on Sam." She grabbed his hand, leading him back downstairs. He made sure he blew Rachel a kiss before being lead away.

Rachel sat in silence. Puck was dressed and had gently cleaned his face as well as he could. Rachel bathed his eye for a couple of minutes with a hot compress before letting the events of the night sink in.

"oh god..." Rachel cried as everything clicked into place.

"He camped outside the door." Puck said, nodded towards the barricaded door.

Rachel frowned. "Who?"

"Golden Balls."

Rachel rushed over, pulling the chair away, ready to open it.

She frowned. "One thing…Why was the chair there anyway?"

"Protection."

"From Finn?"

Puck laughed, moving over to open the door. "No. From them." He said, pulling open the door to reveal Mike, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, Santana and Sam all curled up in a huge duvet and a couple of sleeping bags outside the door. "They think we sleep together."

"Oh god." Rachel groaned, as everything from the night before came rushing back.