After dinner ended, Skye was looking up some clubs she could go to. She settled on one and was about to leave, when she was stopped by Sam.

"Hey Skye, where are you going? We're gonna play some games tonight. I was wondering if you would like to join." Sam spoke up, raising his brow at her.

"I'm gonna go out tonight, have some fun." Skye spoke with a smile, Sam was about to say something, but was cut off. "Don't worry, I will be careful."

"And Quinn and I are going with her." Skye looked over to see a smirking Santana, arms crossed, with Quinn by her side.

"Alright, have fun girls." Sam said, softly with a smile as he hugged his cousin and then left to join his friends.

Skye glared at the two girls. "Really? You're gonna follow me?" She sighed. "Fine, but don't be in my way. I wanna just have fun and forget about... things. Just for tonight. I promise." Santana and Quinn were still against the idea, but were glad that they could tag along to keep an eye on her.

Meanwhile at the hotel, everyone was in the lobby playing games. Games such as cards against humanity, pictionairy and such.

"Sam? How did your aunt and uncle die?" Mercedes asked Sam, who was sitting next to her, with his arm around her, this caught everyone's attention, even that of the adults. "You never told us."

"My aunt, Skye's mom, she shot my uncle in the head. She called the cops, confessing to the murder and then took her own life. Skye saw her mom taking her life." Sam told them, a sad expression written over his face. "I wish she'd talk about it, what happened. It doesn't make sense to me, my aunt was the sweetest woman, not a murderer. She loved her husband."

Mercedes embraced Sam, kissing his lips softly, comforting him.

"This looks like a bad idea." Santana spoke as they arrived at the club, crossing her arms. "I mean I love a party as much as the next girl, but we're gonna get in trouble if Mr. Schue finds out."

"Well you didn't have to come with me." Skylar mumbled and turned to face the other 2 girls. "I hope you brought your fake IDs." She smirked and made her way over to the bouncer, showing her fake ID, followed by Quinn and Santana. He let them in.

The bar was crowded, most people were drinking or dancing, you had the occasional duo that were nearly swallowing one another whole. The girls got their drinks, they all settled for a wine. They danced to the music, until Quinn and Santana were distracted and Skye moved away from them, ending up dancing with some random guy.

Quinn was the first to notice that she was gone and nudged Santana who then looked around herself as well.

Santana spoke up, once she spotted the brunette girl, barely loud enough for Quinn to hear. "Ah there she is." Quinn looked towards the scene, watching as Skye and the guy moved closer to each other and then started making out. "Well she's having fun. At least she's not taking any pills." It was clear that the brunette was quite drunk as she had a lot more to drink than Quinn and Santana, who were trying to take it easy, since they had to perform the next day.

As Skye took of to the bathroom with the guy, Quinn frowned. "Should we stop her? I think we should stop her."

"I don't think that would be necessary, I mean she's not doing anything illegal." Santana said as she grabbed Quinn's wrist to stop her.

In the bathroom, Skye had taken the pills out of her bag, taking one as the guy wasn't looking. They resumed their make out session, there was no passion, it was filled with pure lust. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he started kissing her neck. She bit her lips as she felt him pull her panties down. They pulled away for a moment to look at each other, lust in their eyes visible. He was slightly rubbing up against her, letting a soft and silent moan escape from her lips. He set her down and got down on his knees, he felt himself getting hard. He kissed her inner thighs as he held onto her waist, teasingly avoiding the extra sensitive areas. She ran a hand through his hair as he finally stopped the teasing and began licking at her clit. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Once he felt she was ready he slid a finger in, moving it in and out slowly, adding a second one after a while. Her moans were soft, but more audible by now, earning a smirk from him. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down as he moved up, to kiss her lips again as he lifted her up once more. He rested her against the sink and slowly slid his. They made eye contact as he slipped himself inside of her, causing her to bite her lip to hold back more moans. As he was thrusting into her, she held onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms resting over his shoulder, soft moans came from her.

"She still isn't back." Quinn spoke, looking at Santana. "I'm gonna check in on her." Before Santana had a chance to stop her, Quinn was already making her way to the bathroom, Santana decided to follow her. Quinn opened the door, gasping at the sight in front of her, catching the attention from the guy and an annoyed Skye. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry." Quinn's cheeks flushed red, trying to look away.

Santana frowned. "Wait?! Jesse St James?!" She crossed her arms and glared at Jesse, causing him to quickly move away from Skye alarmed, pulling his pants up and running out of the bathroom. "Well that was surprising."

"What's so surprising about it?" Skye asked defensively, crossing her arms, something seemed to snap inside her. "That I'm having sex with a guy? I'm not a lesbian alright? Why does everyone even say that, just because I don't get in relationships with guys, doesn't mean..."

Santana cut her off. "That's not what I meant. I meant the fact that the guy was Rachel's crappy ex and I guess maybe the fact that you were doing it in the bathroom of some club."

"Yeah nobody ever said you liked girls." Quinn added and raised her eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, you're right. People at my old school would bully me for being a lesbian, even though I'm not." Skye explained to them, the people at her old school were right, even though she wasn't ready to admit it yet. She leaned down, pulling her panties back up, nearly falling over in the process.

"Okay, I think it's time to go. You've had enough to drink." Santana spoke as she made her way to the door, the other two following behind. They were at the entrance when Skye suddenly ran back to the bathroom for her bag. Quinn and Santana decided to wait outside for her, in the alleyway next to the bar, that they had to go through, to get the hotel.

There was a moaning sound as they spotted a woman making her way towards her, she seemed about 70 years old, the color in her eyes were gone. She lunged at Santana and Quinn, who screamed in fear, trying to bite them, she nearly got one of them, when Skye pulled the woman off of them, to the ground. The woman kept coming at them, so Skye stabbed her with a butterfly knife she always had on her, this however didn't stop the woman, so she went for the head next, penetrating the brain, which dropped the woman. Quinn and Santana were in shock, Skye however was to drunk and high to really care at the moment.

Skye just looked at the other two with a smirk, a dark look visible in her eyes. "Told you I could take care of myself, lets go to the hotel." She walked away from them, the other 2 girls hesitatingly following her to the hotel.

After they changed into their pajamas, managing not to wake Rachel up, Santana was able to fall asleep thanks to the alcohol.

Quinn however, wasn't able to sleep, so she made her way to the balcony, Skye watching her and deciding to follow her.

They sad together on the balcony in an uncomfortable silence until Quinn broke it. "You saved us, I don't know what that woman used, but I'm pretty sure she wanted to kill us."

Skye looked at her. "I'm a murderer, I guess I qualify as a serial killer now."

"It was self defense, besides you have to kill at least 3 people to qualify as one." Quinn said, looking at the brunette, whom was trying to avoid Quinn's gaze. "I mean that was the only kill right?" Quinn felt herself tense up as she didn't receive an answer. "Skye?"

"It wasn't my only one. I killed someone earlier today, he was trying to eat me, like cannibalism kind of eating." Skye paused for a moment. "And I killed my father, my mom took the blame and then took her own life."

Quinn moved away from her, the guy from earlier was self defense and Quinn knew that. "Why did you kill your dad?"

"He was going to kick me out of my house, tell my mom what I did, I lost control over my anger, I couldn't let him do that." Skye told her, looking down at her hands.

"Why would he do that?"

"He caught me in bed, with my best friend."

"I mean my dad once kicked me out, because I was pregnant, pretty sure he would've done so if he caught me having sex with anyone." Quinn sighed at the memory of her father, who ended up leaving her mom for a younger girl in her early 20's.

"My best friend was a girl, my dad is... was very homophobic."

Quinn nodded slowly and looked at her. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." She couldn't judge the brunette, she's had thoughts about hurting her dad as well after all. The brunette burst out in tears and Quinn embraced her. After a while of hugging, she stopped crying and stared into Quinn's eyes. Quinn saw the brunette's eyes dart to her lips and spoke softly. "Skye, I-" She was cut off, when the brunette planted a soft kiss on her lips.

The kiss was soft and gentle, Skye pulled away and spoke. "I'm sorry, we should go to sleep." Before Quinn could process what happened and speak, the other girl already made her way to bed. Quinn touched her lips and smiled slightly, her smile turning to a look of confusion and she went to sleep as well.