Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Glee. All of the rights to the show go to Ryan Murphy and Co., and Twentieth Century Fox.
Mason hadn't seen so much alcohol in one place before, excluding the times he and Madison would shop with their mother and walk past the varieties of wine bottles on the shelves. Back then, the twins weren't allowed to consume any of it, and their parents would constantly lecture them on how young they were and the dangers behind alcohol.
Tonight was a little different than that. In fact, they still weren't allowed to drink alcohol, but they did anyway. Well, Madison did because she thought it would be cool to hang out with the older kids at Spencer's house party. Unfortunately, she had a little too many, and now she was acting crazier than usual, and it worried Mason. It worried him even more about the idea that their parents didn't even know they left, and they would be home in about an hour and a half. Their house had to be at least nine miles away from Spencer's, and neither one of them knew how to drive.
The cheerleading male had to sit out on the porch and pinch the bridge of his nose as he heard Madison sing one of the Invitationals numbers loudly and sloppily through the karaoke machine that was hooked up in the living room. God, she had so much energy when she was drunk, but then again, she didn't even need a sip to behave such a way.
"Long night?" Mason inched an eyebrow on his forehead when he heard Spencer's voice at the front door. He made himself comfortable next to the Cheerio and started sipping on whatever the hell was in that red solo cup of his.
Before he joined the glee club, Mason never really noticed Spencer at all. Sure, he was the football jock like twenty-five other guys in McKinley, but he never really took the time to get to know who he really is. If this was one of those moments where he got the opportunity, then damn, might as well.
Mason realized that he was a little deep in his thoughts, and then he heard a shatter from inside of the house. God forbid, his train wreck of a sister had to yell something drunk and stupid while she's yelling in pain. "We gotta get out of here." Mason finally spoke.
Spencer frowned. "Who, us?" Mason's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Look, dude, I'd be down for a quickie, but my boyfriend is inside –"
"I meant me and Madison." Mason clarified. It seemed to have helped Spencer understand a little – not too much, but a little – so Mason continued. "We weren't supposed to be here. I mean, we wanted to be here, but our parents didn't. They went out on an anniversary dinner, and when they find out Madison turned into a drunken muppet, they'll kill the both of us."
"Didn't that Kurt guy bring you guys here?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah, but –"
Out of nowhere, they noticed an intoxicated Kurt Hummel run from the backyard down the street with nothing but a pink I Heart My Boyfriend tank top and some alcohol spilled onto his jeans. If he didn't look more like a Jersey Shore twink at that moment as opposed to him earlier, he sure as hell did now. "WOO! I'm in Pinkberry!" he ended up shouting before he turned around and ran the other direction, holding a bottle of wine in his left hand.
It strangely got silent when he ran back the other direction, despite the fact that his drunk voice ruined everyone's moods, practically. "Basically that." Mason told Spencer, pointing in the direction Kurt ran into.
"Shit." Spencer replied, craning his head to see Kurt singing something randomly and out loud while twerking. Turns out, he's not so classy when he's drunk. "The old man must be depressed or something."
Mason turned around towards the living room window. As plain as day, he could see Madison and Kitty dancing on the sofa, clearly drunk as hell and pulling each other's shirts off to reveal a blue bra with hearts on it on Madison and a black lace bra on Kitty. He was never one to enjoy seeing his sister get naked, so the thought of her removing any more layers than she already has made him sick.
He rubbed a hand in his face in defeat. "We have to be at home in about an hour and a half, and he was our only ride."
"Then get her out of there and leave."
"We won't get home in time."
"Only if you don't have a master plan."
Mason didn't, though, which was getting to him. Spencer and Mason didn't know how to drive, and Madison and Kurt were too drunk to help. There weren't any other designated drivers in the house, either, for they were already having too many feelings and experiences while under the influence. Mason had to think fast on his feet, but he had nothing yet.
And that's when he turned to his right and noticed the neighbor's golf cart parked on the other side of the white fence. It was the stupidest idea, but it was the only option left.
It was gonna be harder than Mason thought, for Madison barely even knew which foot was her right foot, or whether the color purple was actually green. Whatever type of bullshit was running through his sister's mind, he needed Madison to at least walk straight so he could get her home and to a bucket of cold ice water so he could make her conscious enough to face their parents.
"Mace," Madison sung out loud and clearly confused as Mason guided her to the neighbor's yard with his hand. "Is this Narnia?"
Mason will admit that Madison was a bit hilarious when she was drunk. Maybe in different scenarios, it would have been a bit better, especially knowing that their parents won't eventually know later on. Right now, however, wasn't a time to play games. "No, but I did find something."
He had let go of Madison's hand for two seconds, and the girl was already stumbling back, almost falling on her butt before Mason guided her once again. He wasn't sure on whether it was the alcohol or maybe some food she ate, but Madison felt a little heavier. Probably because she didn't know how to control herself enough to stand on her own. Had it been the food, and Coach Sylvester would have a problem with her being on the Cheerios.
Mason dragged Madison over to the golf cart and sat her in the seat beside the driver's seat. Well, that was one problem that was settled. Now Mason had to figure out how to turn the damn thing on. The moment he saw the key slot beside the steering wheel, he knew that this would be a tougher situation than thought.
Madison didn't seem to care; she was too amazed by the piece of machinery. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, placing her hands on every bit of the cart. "Mason, we can ride to Paris in one of these!" And she was clearly unintelligent at the moment because how in the hell – in what fucking world – could one ride a golf cart to Paris?
Mason didn't want to leave her sitting there, but he still had to find a key. Good thing for him, the neighbors were asleep. He searched the front yard for any clues. He made it to the front porch and noticed the welcome mat sitting in front of him. Once he flipped it up, he noticed two different keys. One of them was gold and the other was silver. He didn't want to take both of them, knowing that the neighbors were gonna call the police if their keys got stolen.
Then again, they were already stealing their golf cart. But for a good cause, of course.
Mason took his chance and grabbed the gold key, carefully dropping the welcome mat on top of the other key and running back over to Madison. For the past fifteen seconds, she had been singing Just Dance by Lady Gaga in a sloppy manner, and if she didn't shut up now, people in the house would suspect something.
"Shh, shh." Mason tried calming the girl down. Then he continued to whisper. "You can sing all of the songs on your iPod you want when we get home, okay? Sounds like fun?" He tried encouraging her as much as possible, and Madison eventually caught on.
Madison's left hand grabbed Mason's cheek and her right hand gripped at Mason's shoulder. "Can we make sugar cookies and fly to Hawaii, too?" she begged. Mason pressed his lips against each other, ignoring how much the grip she had on his shoulder hurt him.
"We'll do whatever you want, okay?" Mason persuaded, taking Madison's hands off of him. "First thing's first, though: we need to get home."
His twin sister nodded, and Mason climbed in the golf cart beside her. Luckily, the key had fit into the key slot of the golf cart, and Mason started steering them home. Now Mason had three things on his mind: trying to keep Madison from falling off the cart, getting them home in time, and returning the cart back to its owner without any suspicions.
Fate, however, won't promise anything.
Author's Note: I apologize, guys. A lot has been going on in my personal life, and that was the reason why I couldn't upload any chapters onto this story or any of the other stories. However, the stuff in my life wasn't anything tragic, so no need to worry. I graduated last Tuesday (June 9th), and I will be preparing myself for the transition to college really soon. I'm on summer break now; however, I go back in August, which means I start doing work again. So I decided to upload this now. I will still work on any recommendations you all have. And thank you to those who have read and appreciated my stories. I love you all so much. 3