As another uncertain morning dawned on McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio, the halls were anything but familiar. More than half the student population had been pulled from the school. The idiot of a governor still hadn't ordered schools to shut down, but McKinley was one of the last public schools left who had not gone online yet. Mostly because Principal Figgins was all about watching the budget and it was not in McKinley's budget to run online classes. Or so the man said. It hadn't been unusual as of late to hear some disgruntled teenager muttering "cheapskate," under their breath whenever they passed his office.
The usually chaotic school was almost unfamiliar to those students whose parents were still making them attend. Nobody wanted to socialize or hang out or go anywhere near anyone else. They all just traipsed from class to class with their eyes on the floor and never sat next to each other in the classroom.
However, there was one group of students who weren't really abiding by the avoid contact rule.
In the choir room, the members of New Directions sat collectively in the chairs on the risers. They hadn't had rehearsal in days because their teacher Mr. Schue had been quarantined at home due to being exposed to the virus. And not even resident diva Rachel Berry felt that rehearsal was a priority.
"We're still a family," Finn Hudson stated, breaking the tense silence that had passed after another discussion about the virus was all any of them could talk about. And their worry over Mr. Schue, which only brought more discussion about the virus.
Eyes fell on Finn and a few of the others opened and closed their mouths, searching for the words to say.
"Not without Kurt." The reply came from probably one of the most unlikely of sources. Santana Lopez. The fiery Latina sat in a chair on the top riser with her arms and legs crossed. She was staring ahead of her, rather than around at her friends, as though she saw something the rest of them didn't.
"Kurt's at Dalton now. There's nothing we can do about it," Mercedes Jones replied, a hint of sadness to her voice.
Santana's eyes turned first to the dark skinned diva and then to Finn. "Shouldn't he be at your house?" she asked the boy. Finn was Kurt's stepbrother. "I would have thought Dalton would have been wealthy enough to go online."
Finn sighed and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Physical classes have stopped, but because he's boarding there, Kurt really still only comes home on the weekends. I know it sounds kind of pointless when he doesn't actually go to class. I asked why couldn't he just come home and go online from there."
"And what did he say?" Mercedes asked. The rest of the New Directions turned their attention on Finn, waiting in anticipation for what he had to say.
"That he didn't want to leave Blaine," Finn replied. "According to Kurt, Blaine is stuck at Dalton because his father forbade him to leave."
Santana wrinkled her nose in slight disgust. "Why?"
Finn shrugged. "Kurt wouldn't tell me. He said it wasn't his place."
"So he knows why, he just won't tell you?" Santana asked.
Finn shrugged a second time and the Latina snorted.
"Well, screw that. I say we go bust into Dalton and bring Lady Hummel home. Even if that means bringing his hobbit along for the ride."
The whole lot of them all started talking at once, putting in their own opinions. The chatter only stopped when a loud voice raised above them.
"Are you nuts?" Rachel cried, standing from her seat and placing her hands on her hips. "You heard Mr. Schue, he had an idea for a solo for Kurt at Sectionals! If he comes back, he might still get it for Regionals!"
"Reality check Berry," Santana quipped. "There isn't going to be any Regionals! Or did you forget, all larger gathering events are canceled until further notice."
Rachel stood there stalk still looking stunned. It occurred to her that Santana was right, but she didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. The most important thing in her world had been taken from her because of some virus. She opened and closed her mouth to find a suitable retort because she wasn't going down without a fight. In the end, she didn't really manage much more than, "But he's my only competition," in a voice so low, no one heard her anyway.
"So operation to get Kurt back is a go?" Mercedes asked, looking around at the rest of them.
"Will anyone notice if we leave?" Artie Abrams put in.
Noah Puckerman rolled his eyes at the boy in the wheelchair. "Oh please. Half the school isn't even here. Do you really think they're going to notice a few more absent students?"
"They will when they take attendance," Artie said.
"Nobody is taking attendance anymore," Santana said. "They won't notice."
"Then I say we do it! What are we waiting for?" Finn said, standing and looking at the others.
A collective shout of agreement went up from everyone but Rachel, who was still muttering under her breath about the injustice of it all.
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Meanwhile, at Dalton, Kurt was dealing with boredom. Not his, but that of his friends, Nick and Jeff, who had decided that because they had nothing better to do, they'd bug everyone else. They had started singing 999 bottles of beer on the wall during breakfast, and were now at 169 as they entered the dining hall for lunch.
While most of Dalton's student body had gone home, since there were no in person classes, quite a few of the boarders were still there, mostly because their parents thought it was safer here than traveling to their out of state residences. A few stayed for other reasons. Like Blaine.
All but a few of the Warblers had remained behind. Besides Nick and Jeff, David, Thad, Trent, Jon (AKA Beatz), and a few others were still there. Wes had only left an hour ago to fly back to San Diego to be with his family.
Kurt had tried to tune out the annoying singing from the two younger boys, but it was starting to get on his nerves. Blaine must have sensed that the pale boy was about to blow, or maybe it was getting to him too. He told the other two to knock it off.
"Guys, come on! Just stop, will you? I'm pretty sure there are a dozen people here ready to stuff socks down your throat. And not necessarily clean ones."
"But Blainey, we're bored!" Jeff whined.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're always bored when you aren't locked behind your doors with Nick."
Nick just smirked and gave his boyfriend a lascivious wink. "I told you, Jeffy!"
Jeff just pouted. "But I missed Blainey and Kurtie and Trenty and Beatzies!" The blonde sounded like a whiny six year old.
Kurt delicately arched an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware all our names suddenly ended with the y sound."
Jeff laughed. "You don't like it, Kurtie? Hey that sounds like curtsey! Kurtsie!"
"Kurtsie!" another voice called out. Kurt turned in surprise. "That's what I call him!"
Brittany smiled and waved as the group of unexpected visitors approached the table the boys were sitting at.
"Guys! What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, glancing from one familiar face to the next. All of New Directions were smiling huge grins, except Rachel, who looked like she had something sour in her mouth.
"We've come to kidnap you and drag you back to Lima!" Brittany said.
Kurt's face fell only slightly and he turned to glance at Blaine who looked just as confused as he felt. He turned back to Brittany. "Kidnap me?" he repeated.
"Take him back to Lima?!" Jeff cried, putting on the dramatics just a little too thick. Kurt gave him a look the blonde boy couldn't read.
Santana stepped forward, slipping her hand into Brittany's. "You might be surprised to hear me say this and if you ever tell anyone outside this room, I'll deny it, but New Directions is a family. And our family isn't complete. Not without you."
The pale boy had to admit he was touched by those words coming from Santana of all people.
"Thanks Satan," he said. "But my place is here now. I know it's hard for you all to accept, but please, continue to support me."
The New Directions glanced at each other with looks of slight sorrow. Except for Rachel. Her sour face seemed to morph into a pleased one at his words.
"Well, if you won't move back in with us," Brittany started. "We'll just have to move in with you!" She giggled and without warning, jumped into Kurt's lap.
"Whoa!" the tall boy cried as he caught an armful of Brittany.
"Britt, come on sweetie," Santana said, voice becoming gentle. She approached her two friends and attempted to coax the other girl out of Kurt's lap. "We can't stay here."
"Contrary," came another voice. Everyone turned to see David looking down at his phone. The dark skinned council member had been keeping up with a news livestream. "The Governor has just declared a lockdown. Which means, no one is going anywhere."
The room was silent for several long moments before Santana let out a half-nervous laugh.
"Good one. For a moment I thought you were saying we wouldn't be allowed to go back home," the Latina said, trying to sound like her usually tough self, but failing to hide the fact that she was actually a bit nervous.
"He's not joking." Wes came walking into the room, pulling his suitcase behind him. Everyone turned in surprise once again to see the older boy. "The airport's been shut down. I can't fly home now." A grimace crossed his face for a moment. "I even got escorted back here by police."
Kurt was the first one to react, immediately pulling out his phone, hitting his dad's speed dial. Everyone else reached for their phones a moment later.
"Dad!"
"Kurt! Thank goodness you're okay! Carole is freaking out! Finn left school and no one knows where he is and the entire state is in lockdown!"
"He's here at Dalton! He's fine!"
"What?"
"Yeah, he and all of New Directions are here. He's calling Carole now, I think." He could hear his stepmother crying out in relief in the background even as Finn began explaining behind him. "Are you okay? What about the garage?"
"Charlie was on this morning. He sent everyone home just before the order went out. They're all fine. I'm fine. Carole and I did the shopping this morning, so we have plenty of food and supplies."
"Oh, thank goodness!" Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. He talked with his dad for a few minutes more, assuring him that they were all safe for the moment, and that Dalton was well stocked with food, including snacks, and that they had enough supplies to last for several weeks. They ended by saying "I love you."
He hung up and looked at his other friends, all on their phones speaking with concerned and angry parents. Quinn and Santana were both crying, although the darker girl was trying to hide it. Brittany seemed to be talking to her cat, telling him to stay out of her supply of decongestants, because she didn't want the cops busting him for making meth again. Rachel was telling her dads to take care of each other. Mercedes was having a minor argument with her mother, and apparently winning. Mike was speaking in Chinese, but it sounded like he was reassuring his parents he was fine. Tina's mom seemed to be taking it in stride. Same with Lauren's. Sam's parents were just happy he was okay. Artie was pleading with his mom not to worry. Puck was the only one no longer on his phone other than Kurt.
After a few minutes, everyone finished their calls, Rachel being the last one to hang up. There were several moments of silence then, as they all studied each other. No one knew exactly what to say. This was the first time they'd all been in the same place that wasn't a competition hall. Well, aside from Kurt's lonely hearts club dinner.
The thing was, the Warblers were usually perfect gentlemen and they would be the first to suggest they keep things light and just be friends. Especially since in these moments, none of them really had to worry about singing anyway.
However, there were two people that even with the competitions canceled, still believed that performance was everything.
On one side of the room, still standing with his suitcase, was Wesley Montgomery, the gavel happy head councilman of the Warblers who always meant business. Orderly business.
And on the other side of the room, standing with her head held so high, she didn't seem quite as short as usual, was Rachel Berry, co-captain and self proclaimed star of the New Directions.
Even though both were very serious about competitions and performing, there was one major contrast. Wes knew how to be about other things outside of the glee club. Rachel was all performing all the time. That was where the two of them tended to clash.
"Well," Rachel suddenly snarked. "As long as we're here, I say we still have the competition! And New Directions is best when performing on a whim."
Wes finally relinquished his suitcase to make his way towards the girl. Though no longer in his Dalton uniform, he was still very much a blazer and tie kind of guy. He stopped in front of Rachel, his hands casually in his pockets.
"Two things for you to remember. First," he started, "You are on Dalton grounds, which means you are on Warbler turf, so, I make the rules. And second," and here he paused for dramatic effect as Rachel gave her best attempt at an evil eye. "Kurt performs with us."
"I beg your pardon?!" Rachel bit out, stomping her foot. "Kurt is a member of New Directions and so he will perform as such!"
The rest of the New Directions all exchanged looks. Hadn't Rachel just been talking about how she didn't want Kurt to get a solo over her before they left McKinley?
Wes stood to his full height, which was more than a head taller than the Diva. Or so it seemed from the domineering effect he tended to cast. "I invite you to remember that Kurt is now a student of the Dalton Academy and while he is still wearing the blazer, metaphorically or not, his rightful place and loyalty belong to the Warblers."
Pint sized Rachel was going to have none of this and she straightened up, daring to shove her finger in Wes' chest. "Kurt wouldn't even be here if he hadn't been bullied so badly! It's like Tina said, if you guys win, it's only because we gave you Kurt!"
Kurt, who had been stunned into silence until that moment, frowned at both of them. "Would anyone care to ask me my opinion?"
That was enough to grab both leaders' attention and they both glared at him for a moment before shouting a unanimous, "NO!"
Before their argument could resume however, Jeff bounded in between the two of them, brandishing a bottle that he seemed to have produced out of thin air. "Okay, that's enough of that! I suggest we have a different type of competition, something that has nothing to do with singing. Never Have I Ever, Last Man Standing!"
"What?" Rachel asked. "What do you mean Last Man Standing?"
"Simple," the blonde said. "We play until everyone is too drunk to continue. Last one who can speak coherently gets Kurt!"
Kurt frowned. "I'm standing right here, you know! And I'm not an object to be won!"
"Shut up Kurt!" both Rachel and Wes said, simultaneously.
"Deal!" Rachel said, holding her hand out to the head councilman.
"Deal," Wes agreed, shaking her hand.
Kurt let out a growl. "Fine, but if I win, neither of you get me!"
They both gave him an evil eye, exchanging a look that made Kurt nervous, but he shrugged it off and sat down with the others at the large round table.
"Wait, won't the staff bust us for drinking?" Artie asked. The Warblers all snorted.
Nick shrugged. "They're never in the dining hall, or the halls. Right now they've probably locked themselves in the teachers' lounge, with the Dean's best cognac, playing Truth or Dare!"
The members of New Directions looked at each other. "Can I transfer to this school?" Puck asked.
"Please Puck, as if you would be caught dead in a blazer and uniform," Santana quipped, rolling her eyes.
"But babe, the sex shark can work so easily here. Dorm rooms."
Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust at Puck but was quick enough to cover it with a smirk. "Well, good luck with that. This is an all boys school and though the staff are never seen all the girls leave clean."
Puck glared at him. "What the hell does that mean?"
It was Blaine who answered. "It means that no one has ever succeeded in sneaking a girl up to their dorm room. They always get caught."
"So unless you're interested in playing for the other team, you're out of luck," Nick threw in, winking at the mohawked boy.
Puck didn't respond and just eyed the table with an unreadable expression. Kurt, Blaine, Jeff, and Nick all exchanged looks but said nothing.
"Okay, so who's going to start this thing?" Santana asked.
"It was Jeff's idea," Trent offered. "He should go first."
They all exchanged a look, expecting Rachel or someone from New Directions to object, but no one did.
Jeff, who had pulled the cork from the first bottle with his teeth, spat it out and grinned, pouring a bit of alcohol into some cups he had grabbed from the connecting kitchen and passing them around.
"Alright," the blonde said, setting the Smirnoff bottle aside. "For those of you who have never played, the game is simple. Whoever's turn it is will say something like, Never have I ever gone fishing or you know, something more suggestive." He winked. "And if it's something that you have done, you take the shot. Got it?"
The group around the table all nodded. Some of them were glancing down at their shots nervously. Kurt was also nervous but was very good at hiding it.
Jeff cleared his throat and stood from the table. "Okay, we'll start easy. Never have I ever...stood on my head in my underwear."
Both Wes and David glared at the blonde boy, and took a shot. "We lost a bet!" Wes said.
"Next!" David growled, refilling his cup.
"I'll go!" Brittany called out cheerily. "Never have I ever...made out with the janitor!"
"Britt," Santana said gently. "It's supposed to be something you haven't done."
"Oh," the blonde girl said. "Um...Never have I ever...driven a race car to the moon."
They all exchanged a look, but no one took a shot. A couple people cleared their throats, trying not to laugh.
"Right," David said, clearing his throat again. "I'll go next." He shot daggers in Jeff's direction and smirked. "Never have I ever been locked out of my dorm room after a post swim class shower, wearing nothing but a towel."
The blonde boy frowned, downing his shot, as did Nick. The New Directions kids were looking at each other with smirks. At this rate, one of them would definitely be the winner!
It was quiet for a moment before Tina chimed in. "I'll take a shot! Well, not literally, not yet anyway." She laughed. As one of the younger members of New Directions, she was a bit worried that she might not hold out as long as the others. But then, she was sure the only ones who'd ever tried alcohol were Puck, Quinn, and Santana.
"Go for it girl!" Mercedes encouraged her.
Tina took a deep breath, thinking for a moment. "Never have I ever...done hot yoga."
Thad, Mike, and Kurt all took a drink, causing a few raised eyebrows from their friends. They each just shrugged.
There was a banging on the table and everyone jumped in surprise. Wes calmly set his gavel back down. "My turn will come to order."
"Where'd he get that from?" Kurt muttered to Blaine. "He didn't have it a minute ago, I swear!"
Blaine shrugged. "We're quite sure he always has one in his pocket. I'm not sure, but I think Wes has multiple Mr. Bang Bang's."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Bang Bang?"
Blaine shrugged again. "He named it, or them not us."
Wes banged the gavel once more. "Order! Order!"
"Damn, he'll make a great judge," Kurt finished.
The Asian Warbler fixed his tie and looked around, setting the gavel down in front of him on the table. "Now that I kindly have all of your attention," he started. "Never have I ever claimed I missed practice because I was backed up on homework but really I was getting blown."
Nick just grinned as he took his shot. To no one's surprise, Puck also took a shot.
"Come on, someone give me more! I'm not even at a buzz yet!" Puck said, slamming his empty cup back down. It didn't work so well because Jeff had collected red solo cups for the occasion. So the slam wasn't the same.
Artie readjusted his wheelchair and his glasses. "I got one yo," he said. "Never have I ever been involved with two people at the same time."
Puck, Santana, Quinn and Brittany all took a shot. Finn scowled at the table, not looking at anyone.
It was starting to occur to Kurt that some people were deliberately saying things that would make certain other people take the shot. But he decided not to point that out.
"My turn!" Trent said. The cherubic Warbler thought for a moment. He didn't want whatever he said to come out as predictable. Trent was often seen as the sweet, caring, shy one of the group and he felt that maybe, it would give a great curveball if he threw something out they weren't expecting. "Never have I ever...thought of someone else while I was kissing my boyfriend or girlfriend."
Again, Puck, Santana, Quinn, and Brittany all took a drink, along with Beatz and another Warbler. Surprisingly, they were joined by Wes, David, and Finn. There was a shocked silence as glances were exchanged.
Finn nervously cleared his throat, trying to push the moment away before anyone asked any questions. "Moving on, I'll go," the frankenteen said. "Never have I ever…" He paused and a sort of wicked grin crossed his face, an unusual expression for Finn. His idea was not going to be the kind of dirty that people expected, but might change how others saw each other. "Peed in the swimming pool."
Puck smirked and shot back the alcohol, while Trent and Thad exchanged guilty glances as they took their drinks. So did one of the warbler's Kurt couldn't remember the name of.
"Ewww," Kurt said. "Remind me never to go swimming with you guys."
"Um, Kurt," Finn started. "You don't go swimming anyway."
"Well, now more reason not to," he said with a firm nod of his head. Blaine chuckled beside him.
"Okay, I'm going now," the curly haired boy said. As sincere as Blaine was, Kurt was quite sure his wouldn't be too bad. At least he hoped not. But unlike himself, Blaine still hadn't taken a single shot yet, along with some of the other people. Blaine cleared his throat. "Never have I ever turned in a drawing or crush doodled paper instead of my homework."
Kurt frowned, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he took the drink. The only thing keeping him from total mortification was the fact that Tina and Mercedes both also took a drink, along with Trent and a couple other Warblers.
…
Rachel raised an eyebrow at her friends. Were they really that careless to not pay attention to what they were handing in? She held back the scoff that had started to build in her throat. She was quite sure that there wouldn't be a thing in this game she would have to take a shot for. But she could damn well make others take one.
The petite diva smoothed her skirt and cleared her throat. "My turn then. Never have I ever slacked on my vocals during rehearsal."
Eleven pairs of eyes glared daggers at her, as all members of New Directions, except Lauren, but including Kurt, took a shot. None of the Warblers would dare slack off. Wes would bludgeon them with his gavel.
Rachel looked smug, as one of the other Warblers, whose name she couldn't recall took a turn.
"Never have I ever had a dream I went to school naked," the unnamed Warbler said.
All but two of the Warblers took a shot.
"I dream about going to school naked all the time," Brittany said. "One time I actually did, and got in trouble."
Lauren just shook her head at all of them, thinking that so far, they'd done nothing but child's play. She let a smirk cross her face and pushed up her glasses. "Alright, time to stop playing pee-wee," she said. "Never have I ever had sex in a friend or family member's bed."
Puck, Santana, and Brittany were joined by Nick, Jeff, and surprisingly, Wes in taking a shot, along with a couple other Warblers.
David gave Wes a suspicious look. "Whose bed you be fucking in?" he said, forgetting to articulate his words.
Wes said nothing though. In fact, he pretended not to have heard David at all.
Thad cleared his throat and hit his cup with his free hand. "Okay, since she thinks we need to step it up. Never have I ever had sex in a classroom during school hours."
Once more, Puck, Santana, and Brittany took a drink. This time it was David who joined them.
Santana was starting to sniffle a bit. She tended to get weepy when she was drunk. She brushed away the threat of a tear. "Okay bitches," she stated. "Never have I ever str-" She stopped herself, remembering she'd done what she was about to say. In fact, she'd done most of what she could think of. So now she was going to have to come up with something goody-goody or illegal. But then she thought of something she wanted to do, but hadn't had a chance yet. "Never have I ever," she said again, "Faked sick to sneak out to a concert or autograph session."
Kurt sighed, and took a drink, along with Blaine, Wes, Sam, and Mercedes. He glanced at the boy sitting between Thad and Beatz, whose name he still couldn't remember as he stood up. He thought it might be Michael, but he wasn't sure.
"Let's get catty!" maybe Michael said. "Never have I ever roleplayed as an animal during sex."
Surprisingly, only Puck took a shot. They all turned to stare at the mohawked boy. He just grinned. "What? Women dig The Sex Shark!"
Several people rolled their eyes at that one. "Yeah okay Puck," Mercedes said in a sort of nonchalant manner. "Never have I ever ditched practice for someone who was more important."
No one took a shot. Kurt frowned, looking at Blaine out of the corner of his eyes. Did the boy not remember coming to Kurt's aid after Karofsky had kissed him in the locker room? Or did Blaine not consider him important? He lowered his glance to his hands, folded in his lap.
"Something wrong?" Blaine asked softly from beside him.
Kurt just shook his head. "Obviously not."
Blaine frowned at the words, but Nick was speaking now.
Nick couldn't help but glance towards Blaine. He might have a little more alcohol in his system then Blaine, but even he thought he remembered something the curly haired boy didn't. However, it wasn't his place to say, so he decided to end the possible building tension before it could start.
"My turn, my turn! Never have I ever attempted to fuck on the principal's desk."
Once again Puck gulped down his shot without even the slightest hint of remorse.
"I am so not going to win this," Puck said, letting out a loud belch. He smirked and didn't bat an eye at the idea of losing. He just wanted to get drunk. "Never have I ever had a sex dream about yours truly.'
Only Brittany took a drink, although they weren't certain if she did it because she'd had a sex dream about Puck, or because she forgot they were playing a game. Puck frowned at the others.
"Not even Hummel?" he asked.
"Oh please! You are so not my type!"
The mohawked teen was scowling at the Warbler who spoke up next. He didn't even bother trying to recall the guy's name.
"Awkward," the Warbler said. He smirked, wanting to make things a little bit more...well pressing for the supposed Sex Shark. "Never have I ever had a sex dream about Blaine."
There were some questioning looks exchanged as every girl, as well as Nick, Jeff and Kurt all took drinks.
"Oh come on!" Puck said, now scowling at all the New Directions girls, especially Lauren.
"What can I say, Puckster, He's got that dreamboat fifties movie star look going," the female wrestler said.
Meanwhile, Blaine was blushing, staring at his shoes as he realized Kurt had taken a drink.
Sam slapped the table with his open palm, grinning. "Well then, let's keep this trend going. Never have I ever had a sex dream about Kurt."
"Sam!" Kurt protested, even as all the girls once again took a shot, as well as Nick, Jeff, Trent, and David. Every eye turned to the dark skinned councilman.
"What?"
Kurt just squirmed in his seat. Although, it had not escaped him that Blaine had not taken a shot and his eyes returned to his hands, more convinced that maybe he wasn't that important to Blaine after all.
Quinn had just finished refilling her cup when she came up with one of her own. "Okay, enough of that. Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex as me."
No one was surprised when Santana and Brittany each took a shot. Nor when Blaine, Nick and Jeff, took one. But several people looked at Kurt as he took his own drink, almost choking on it as the memory assailed him.
"White boy, you be kissing boys and not telling?" Mercedes exclaimed.
Blaine patted Kurt's arm gently as the boy turned his head away, not wanting to say anything else.
"I don't want to talk about it," he stated simply. That was more than enough to have flames burning within several of the people in the room, including the Warblers, who had quickly become as protective of Kurt as the New Directions were.
"Um…" Beatz said. "Do you mind if I go?" Everyone looked at him and the moment was gone. Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping in a public lake."
Puck, who was almost falling out of his seat by now, took another drink, as did Santana, Brittany, Nick, Jeff, Beatz and Thad, as well as a couple of the other Warblers.
Even this far in, there were still people who hadn't had enough to drink and even maybe a person or two who hadn't had any at all yet. Though Kurt wasn't sure anymore. It was then that Mike spoke up.
"Okay, um...Never have I ever danced around my room naked while singing along to my music."
Jeff, Nick, Beatz, and Brittany all took drinks.
All eyes turned to Kurt, who realized he was the only one who hadn't had a turn yet. He glanced around the table, trying to think of something, but didn't get a chance as there was a loud crash as Puck fell out of his chair, completely hammered.
Wes crowed triumphantly. "One down!"