"Alright time's up!" Santana called from the floor of her and Brittany's hotel room. This was one of the cheapest nice hotels she had ever been in and she felt a little regret about the mess that they would be leaving behind. She looked up, smirking, when she heard a thud. "You guys banging or something?" the closet door suddenly opened and the two girls fell out.
"Well, it's about time you guy came out." Kurt said, raising his eyebrows at Quinn's flushed face and Rachel's touchy-feely demeanor. Santana couldn't help but grin. It must have been hell for Quinn.
The blonde glared at the group, "I really hate you guys right now." She carefully extracted herself from the brunette's grabbing hands and sat up.
"Come heeeeeere baaaaabe!" the intoxicated diva whined. Santana disguised her laughter as a coughing fit. She really had to get berry drunk more often.
"Rachel, it's your turn." Kurt tried to get the brunette's attention. It seemed to work.
"Riiight!" Rachel bounced over to the circle, "Daaaavid, truuuuth oooor daaaare?"
"Dare, I'm not afraid of anything." Karofsky flexed his muscles, Kurt swooned, and Quinn and Santana rolled her eyes. Brittany was busy making out with a pillow.
"I daaare youuuuu tooooo siiing Yoooouuur Looooove iiiiis Myyy Druuug!" Rachel smiled serenely while Karofsky blanched.
"No way, I'm not drunk enough to do that!" Karofsky tried to back out, but Santana took out her iPod and found the song. She smirked and connected it to the iHome in by the bed and soon the room was filled with the lovely musical genius of Ke$ha.
"I hate you Rachel Berry." Karofsky mumbled.
Wow... I haven't updated in a while, sorry. I am really buried in work right now, but I managed to crank out a chapter...