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"Like a G6" by Far East Movement

Sunshine Corazon's origins in the Philippines are a small farm on the outskirts of a small town in the middle of nowhere; as such, she can be content with the smallest of things and finds joy in simple matters.

This traditional American drinking game is rather simple, but the following consequences are so mind-blowing that Sunshine can't comprehend them. And that's saying something, because, as a wallflower in the Glee club, Sunshine is acutely aware of the relational tensions running through the club. Anyone can see that, despite Rachel and Finn's friendly separation, Rachel still obsesses over Finn while Finn obliviously believes that they're just good friends. Quinn seems to be getting bored and might be doing something with Finn; Sunshine can't tell, except that Finn gets friendly with Quinn and Quinn doesn't rebuff him. Sam's suspicious, but he's still rather innocent and doesn't think that Quinn would really cheat on him.

In other circles, since becoming drunk, Puck, Matheus, and Artie shamelessly hit on anybody who will listen to them. Puck's eyebrows dance at Rachel, who doesn't notice; Artie makes it quite obvious that he is staring down Brittany's shirt as she leans over to whisper in Santana's ear; and Matheus…

Matheus is staring at her with a strange expression on his face.

Sunshine shoves intruding thoughts out of her mind, which is quite easy to do since she's inebriated. Matheus is her best friend. He knows her best and she knows him best, and she knows that he doesn't. The end.

Marissa sits quietly next to Hannah—who in contrast is the loudest person in the room, exploding in booming laughter and egging encouragement every time the bottle settles on someone. With that distraction, Marissa's almost invisible. She's also incredibly spaced out, probably lost in her own little world as she gazes blankly at the flickering disco ball above them. Whom is she thinking about? Cameron? Bryce? Damian? Despite the fiery rumors that forced the end of their pseudo-relationship, they've remained good friends to the public, hanging out in the same group and talking openly. There's no much spicy gossip to their interaction, so the school's attention has moved on.

But it'll probably shift back to Damian soon, because, as of forty minutes ago, Brittany wants to know what sex sounds like in Irish.

And Santana is being a nosy bitch again as usual—keeping tabs on Sam, Quinn, Finn, Puck, Matheus, Brittany, and Damian. And for some reason, Marissa.

So, with such strong feelings tangling the Gleeks into awkward knots, why are they all consenting to participate in such an intimate game as Spin the Bottle?

"Go for it, girl!" Hannah whoops as Mercedes' spin lands on Sam. She looks uncertainly at the blond hunk, whose gaze is trained on Quinn. There's a small lull as Mercedes crawls forward; but when Sam knows he's caught Quinn's full attention, he quickly closes the gap and kisses Mercedes deep, one hand slipping onto her shoulder and inching around to the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her hair. When Mercedes wraps her arms around Sam's neck and responds with equal passion, the room erupts into surprised cheers—and amidst the astonishment as this recent "development" sits Quinn, a slightly shellshocked expression on her face melting into passive unresponsiveness.

Kurt goes next, holding hands with a stunned Mercedes and giggling as he sends the bottle into motion. Artie wheels himself over to the left slightly as the bottle slows down, but it barely inches past him and points at Brittany. Right before it slows to a halt, however, Brittany launches herself onto her belly and expulses air forcefully from her cheeks to keep the bottle moving… onto Puck.

"The hell!" Puck screams as the club explodes into violent hilarity. "That's—"

"I'm only taking lady kisses from San right now," Brittany defends.

"Fuck this shit," Puck snarls, grabbing Brittany roughly by the shoulder. "If you think—"

On Puck's other side, Santana plants a firm hand on Puck's back and shoves him forward. He loses his balance, releases Brittany, and tumbles into the middle of the circle. "Com'on, Puckasaurus," she snarks. "I thought P-Rexes were omnivores. Go ahead, eat up."

"Puckasaurus chooses his meals," Puck insists.

Brittany states innocently, "Straight guys play Gay Chicken all the time."

Santana adds helpfully, "If there's anybody in this room who'll take your libido and gobble it right up, it's Porcelain right now."

Kurt raises his hands apologetically as the heated conversation on the other side of the circle draws to a quieter close. "It's alright; I'll understand if—"

But Puck is already walking across the circle. "Shut up," he growls, draining his plastic cup and dropping in front of Kurt. He's so close that Kurt can smell Puck's cologne and the musky scent of perspiration underneath, but he doesn't want to believe it. There's been way too many times that Puck has thrown him into the dumpster, and there's no way that the womanizer of the school is going to switch so sudd—

And then all thought flees Kurt's mind as Puck bowls into him, their lips locked. Puck's momentum knocks Kurt back onto his elbows and he gasps in shock, inhaling Puck —sweat and musk and body and the strong bitter taste of vodka as the football player bears down on him, planting huge arms on either side of his body and caging him in. It's forced and rough… yet somehow genuine, for all the brute ferocity that Puck trundled around going into this. Kurt closes his eyes and his brain falls out of the initial buzz of pleasure, allowing an onslaught of sensory information to assault him—Hannah hooting loudly, the sensation of Puck's body heat settling over him—but the heavy scent of Puck inundating him is what Kurt's going to remember for a long while.

As soon as Puck goes for Kurt, Brittany skips protocol and attacks Damian gleefully.

Brittany knows boys. She also knows girls, but boys are easier. Since Damian is not a girl, he is probably a boy. She doesn't know, since he didn't act right last time. This is the last time Brittany's going to check—and if he doesn't work right, then Damian is probably a leprechaun.

She really hopes he's a boy, because Damian's really cute. And because sexing up a leprechaun would be really gross.

She goes for all the instant turn-on points: a leg right up in his crotch as she pushes him into the nearest vertical surface, a hand up into his shirt and pulling it off his stomach, her hair down as she kisses him and runs her fingers through his messy hair.

He groans instantly, his entire body stiffening—and Brittany almost gives up, almost bounces off from him in tears, because she's spent the past couple weeks seducing Irish aliens.

…And then he relaxes.

So Brittany enjoys the kiss for a bit longer—she knows he's enjoying it, because he doesn't recoil or push away or headbutt her like he did last time—and then she breaks the kiss off suddenly. He acts like a boy, shocked at the sudden deprivation, and warmth pools in Brittany's stomach. Damian is a real boy. The fact fills her with joy as she smiles happily, resuming her place in between Artie and Santana and Puck. Damian stares at her dumbly, his eyes never leaving her …

He's hooked.

In the haze of alcohol, everything is funny to Hannah. She's pretty sure her face is the same color as her hair, she's laughing and whooping so much. Everybody's her friends, so she encourages and uplifts them all as much as possible. When Puck kisses Kurt? Hot! When Marissa plants a soft one on Santana? Whoo! When Sam and Mercedes make out in full view of Quinn? Uh, cool! When Brittany jumps Damian's bones? Ai yai yai! When Rachel sits in Artie's lap and kisses him chastely on the cheek? USE TONGUE. When Matheus kisses Sunshine with the fire of ten thousand suns? Ow ow!

Nevermind that Santana gets even bitchier after Marissa, or that Damian still looks like he's been hit by a bus and can't breathe five turns later, or that Quinn looks a little depressed, or Artie looks like he needs more affection, or that Sunshine doesn't return Matheus' fire whatsoever, and it's Matheus that breaks it off, looking a little stung. Hannah's sure that all their reactions are little things that she can cheer up with a few heartening words, so she inserts little funny comments and tries to keep everybody's spirits up.

But nothing can brighten the atmosphere when Finn swaggers forward and crashes over Quinn.

She doesn't resist.

Dead silence.

Of all the stupid, idiotic ways to out their affair, Finn chooses this path.

Quinn's instantly reaction is to pull away, to keep playing the game where she spends quiet, heated moments with Finn and is with Sam the quarterback in front of everybody else. But at the same time, she's tired of hiding. She's tired of pretending. She's tired of being the one pushing the game along, because everybody else (at least in the Glee club) already knows, and they're whispering about it behind her back. She's tired of it all, and so when Finn kisses her with the heat of their secret moments, but in full view of the entire Glee club, she doesn't pull away.

She doesn't return, but her passivity alone is enough to confirm Sam's suspicions. She didn't protest when he kissed Mercedes, which was ample proof enough... this is just the final nail in the coffin.

Sam and Quinn are over.

All of Rachel's hopes are buried under flaming rubble from the sky the moment Finn kisses Quinn. Never has Finn kissed Rachel herself like that before. Sure, he might be drunk and not thinking straight. But maybe he's thinking perfectly straight. Maybe the alcohol has cleared away his inhibitions and he's doing exactly what his heart tells him to do.

Mercedes' earlier words echo in her mind. ...Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza indeed.

Rachel empties her glass.

Plastic cup.

Whatever.

The party is on the verge of falling apart after Sam storms out; Santana follows him. People look at each other awkwardly, unsure of what to do and avoiding Finn's gaze, who honestly looks like he has no idea why Quinn is avoiding him.

Artie wheels over to the sound system; it's time to get serious. Volume as loud as possible, every single light out except for the disco ball. Nothing but audio assault, bass pounding through the floor. As expected, Brittany is the first one to enter the floor, and she pulls Rachel, then Marissa, then Quinn and Mercedes up into one moving clique of girls.

Popping bottles in the ice like a blizzard; when we drink. we do it right, gettin' slizzard.
Sippin' sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6; now I'm feeling so fly like a G6.

That's the last clear memory anybody has.

It feels like somebody's trying to crack Rachel's head open with a hammer. Gingerly, she raises her head and surveys the dark room. It's dead silent; there's light seeping in through the basement's single window, but the blackout curtains do their job of blocking out light well—just enough for Rachel to get her bearings.

Most of the Glee club is passed out in various places around the room. Sam and Santana apparently did not return last night. It hurts to think, but Rachel steels herself and tries to pull memories out of the painful black hole that is her mind currently. Some random stuff comes out—Puck giving Artie a lap dance, Mercedes popping a bottle cork into Finn's face... Sunshine, Hannah, and Marissa left at some point, escorted by Damian and insisting that they'd walk back home and avoid the police by walking through backyards. Between swimming across the local pond and following Marissa's secret wormhole located under the public park's merry-go-round, Sunshine was fairly sure they'd get home safely, and so Rachel had given them her blessing and sent them off.

Rachel's eyes pass over Mercedes, Kurt, Puck, and Finn crammed like sardines on the two-person couch; Puck's head is tucked into Kurt's shoulder, Kurt is sitting in Mercedes' lap, and Finn's gangly limbs are sprawled haphazardly across everybody. Brittany sleeps in Artie's wheelchair, Matheus is curled up in the front-loading dryer, and Artie's curled up on top of the washing machine.

One more person unaccounted for... Rachel's eyes sweep the room again, looking for Quinn.

Her inquiry is satisfied when, underneath Rachel, Quinn stirs, pulls Rachel's head down and back against her chest, and settles into sleep once again.

Rachel lies pressed against Quinn's soft skin, heart pounding, completely out of her depth and unsure of what to do. This is Quinn, the ice queen, her competitor, the one who stole Finn away from her... but in the soft morning light, with nothing but the pain of a terrible hangover—a bit of soft skin, the rise and fall of a breathing chest, the comfort of an arm wrapped around her... just a little love is what Rachel has been longing for ever since she separated from Finn. Just a little. The love that Finn obviously held back from her even when they were together.

Quinn moves again, unconsciously nuzzling the top of Rachel's head and murmuring something contentedly. Rachel relaxes into the other girl's touch, curling into Quinn's embrace. She can't remember what lead up to this sleeping position on the floor, but it happened, and currently, Rachel is accepting of these circumstances. When Quinn wakes up, she can decide what she'll do.

Rachel drifts off to sleep again, breathing in the tender scent of Quinn's perfume. It never passes her mind that somebody else might wake up before Quinn.

The morning sun streams through the hotel room windows, blinding Sam the moment he opens his eyes. This sensory overload occupies his mind for a couple seconds, but the realization that another heavy body lies on top of his soon comes to the forefront.

Sam glances down into Santana's peaceful face pressed against his bare chest.

I... Did I...

Quinn's anguished face rises out of the depths of his memory. Sam angrily shoves it down, but then an even more frightening face jumps up: Matheus' familiar eyes, not five inches away, staring him down... and Sam'r robotic movement as he leans forward and—

No. Sam shuts that thought down, fixing his gaze on Santana and Santana only. I did.

Author's Rant

The plot points showed up again! I think I covered everything I wanted to cover... Sam/Quinn, Finn/Quinn, Finn/Rachel, Rachel/Quinn, Sam/Santana, Matheus/Sunshine, Brittany/Damian. Sorry, all you Damian/Lindsay people, but one of my primary goals when first starting this story was that I wanted to integrate TGP and Glee characters. But I swear, there's going to be plenty of Damsay-driven storylines coming up (in the future), as soon as I get around to writing them, so hang in there!