Rachel slowly opened her eyes. Once she realized the light was burning her eyes she quickly shut them again. She felt nauseous and her mouth was dry. The next thing she noticed terrified her. There was a warm body next to her and she was laying in the arms of it. Her eyes rushed open in terror as her heart paced. She jerked up and confirmed her terror. It was Jesse. She was sleeping with Jesse. And he was shirtless. Jesse St. James was laying with her on a bed, shirtless. This really was terror. Rachel quickly checked to see if all her clothes were intact. Thank God. What the hell happened last night and where were they? Rachel didn't have to guts to wake Jesse, and thankfully he was still fast asleep and didn't wake up from her jerk. Rachel ran a hand through her hair and rubbed her eyes. Time to find out where they were. Apparently on a pull out black leather couch, or hide-a-bed. She looked around the room but nothing looked familiar. In the corner of the room was an LCD TV on the wall. There were two dark wooden end tables in the room, but they didn't feature any useful information. There was a big LCD TV in the corner on the wall. Underneath was a shelf containing what looked like an X BOX, or PS3, who knew. Crap. They were probably at some Jesse's friends house. How delightful. Rachel's eyes made their way to a shelf. Yes! It had family photos. From what she could tell they were Latina, and they all looked somewhat familiar. Oh, no. They were at Lopez residence.

"Hey, you're up! And watching Saved by the Bell," Puck said as he entered his room, trying to hold the judgment to himself.

"Yeah, I've been up for a while. Did your mom say anything about me staying here last night?" Quinn nervously replied.

"She loves you, you know that. I just said that you needed a night off from your house and she didn't ask any thing else."

"Will she tell my parents?"

"Nah, she's cool."

"Okay, good. Because I said I was at Rachel's. I hate lying. It's so frustrating."

"Yeah. But you know we have to tell our parents about us soon. I mean, you're already showing."

"What?" Quinn spat angrily.

"I mean, we have to tell them eventually," he covered.

"I know," Quinn sighed and plopped down on the bed, "I've been procrastinating and procrastinating, but this isn't something you can keep a secret for long."

"Have you told anybody yet? Jesse? Rachel?"

"No. And if I were you I'd be very afraid of Jesse."

"You think he'll go all deathstar on me?"

"Maybe. I really have no idea how he'll react," Quinn said, her words drifting off as she tried to imagine all the possible scenarios. They sat in silent for a moment.

"You want me to take you home?" Puck asked.

Quinn shook her head, "No."

"Okay, then we'll just hang around here," he took Quinn in his arms as they sat on his bed, watching Saved by the Bell.

Think, Rachel, think! What happened last night?

Rachel was having a mini panic attack. She tends to always forget that after a night of partying the worst part is the morning after. She tried to go step by step and remember the events of last night. She remembered a snippet but nothing that lead to or followed it.

The room was spinning and they both found themselves immensely enjoying the loud music blasting in the club. They were on the dance floor, dancing in a way Rachel would be mortified if she hadn't been drunk. Both their bodies were sweaty and they were panting, but they still danced with each other. Jesse pulled her closer as Rachel used his body to lean on. She didn't know how it had come to this, but she no longer cared. And neither did he. They did nothing more than dance, but they felt the electric connection between them. Or maybe it was just the booze. In any case, it was electrifying.

Rachel sunk into a deep embarrassment as she cringed at the thought of this. Hopefully Jesse wouldn't remember this. And they were just dancing - no biggie. Now it was time to remember how they got to Santana's house.

Somehow Rachel, Jesse, Santana and a few other people whose names she couldn't recall, were all sitting at one table and laughing their asses off. Rachel couldn't remember what they were laughing about most of the time, but it was hilarious.

"Jesse's a neeeerd!" Rachel yelled as she rocked back and forth laughing.

"N-no!" Jesse stuttered, "Just because I occasionally like to engage in comic book reading doesn't make me a nerd!"

"Fuck yeah it does!" Santana yelled, throwing her arms in the air.

"Fuck you, Santana," Jesse replied.

"Be my guest," she smirked.

"Shut up you guys! I love this song!" Rachel closed her eyes and seemed into the music. As if it was so quite everyone needed to shut up in order to hear it.

"This song sucks. This whole place sucks. What d'you say we bounce? Move this party to my place," Santana offered.

"Yes! Let's do it! An after party!" Rachel exclaimed, apparently completely forgetting how much she loved this song. Even though she had never even heard it before. They gulped down their drinks and headed for the door.

Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by Santana coming in the door. Her heart started racing as she felt another wave of embarrassment flush over her. She quickly sat up on the side of the bed as she felt Jesse move and wake up.

"You're up, good," Santana said, "I brought you guys some coffee, I'm sure you'll need it."

"Thanks," Rachel said.

"Oh, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Santana smirked once she saw that Jesse was shirtless and Rachel's hesitation.

"God no!" Rachel exclaimed as she took the coffee.

Jesse muttered something and sat up on the bed, "Where am I?"

"You're at my house. I thought you would have remembered at least that much. And your shirt is in the washer, Jesse."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Jesse replied.

Rachel's heart suddenly started racing again as she remembered another vital part of last night.

Santana, Jesse, Rachel and the other two nameless guys were in the living room of Santana's house. Santana was sitting in one of the nameless guys' lap and they were making out. The other guy was passed out on the lounge chair.

Jesse and Rachel were sitting on the couch next to each other.

"You know, Rachel, you're hot."

"You're drunk."

Jesse let out a sexy chuckle and moved a stand of hair out of her face. They looked into each others eyes and before they knew it, they lips were touching and it seemed there was nothing they could do about it. There was nothing quite like making out while drunk, but this kiss was so full of passion and lust, it would have intoxicated them even if they were sober. Jesse cupped Rachel's face with his right hand and he slid his left arm around her torso, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Rachel fiddled his curls in her tiny hand as the other arm rest on Jesse's back. All night the both of them had fought the urge to make this bold move, and now that it finally happened, it felt like heaven.

"Me gusta!" Santana cried out as she saw the two of them. She took both nameless guys and went out of the room. Jesse and Rachel didn't even notice, they were both too busy sucking face. Rachel Berry had kissed many guys before, but it never felt this amazing. It was like her mouth was made only to kiss his. In fact, this was too good to be true. They were both drunk, and this was no way to behave.

She broke off the kiss and slapped Jesse lightly.

"What was that for?"

"Oh, I think you know," Rachel replied and stood up from the couch. This may have been her subconscious telling her this was a mistake, or her just playing hard to get.

Jesse quickly stood up and grabbed her from behind, turning her round and crashing his lips upon hers. Rachel melted in his arms and reciprocated, opening her mouth and giving his tongue free passage to explore. They kissed rather roughly, yet passionately, as if there was no time to spare. Rachel felt Jesse's arm lowering to her thigh and before she knew it, both her legs and arms were wrapped around Jesse and they slammed into a wall, Rachel's back first. She gasped and broke off the kiss again.

"And what was that for?" She cried.

"For slapping me," Jesse chuckled a reply breathlessly and licked his lips.

Rachel grinned and claimed his lips once again. Jesse moved from her lips to her soft neck, earning a slight moan from Rachel's mouth. A feeling of need swept through her body as he continued bestowing kisses upon her neck, over her jaw and finally upon her mouth. Rachel unwrapped her legs and stood on her feet, and shoved Jesse off of her. Jesse stood a few feet away from her with his arms in the air, not sure what he had done wrong. Rachel quickly slammed into him, knocking them both onto the couch. They accidentally bumped into the end table, containing a half full beer mug, which spilled on Jesse, soaking his shirt with the alcohol. Rachel eagerly helped him out of the shirt and threw it on the ground, right by the door. She took in the sight in front of him, evaluating his body and coming to the conclusion that he was hot stuff. Not that she didn't know that, but it was good to get some reassurance. Jesse must work out a hell of a lot. Both their hearts were racing as their eyes burned with lust and desire.

"You're all wet," Rachel announced and ran her hand slowly and seductively down his chest.

Jesse looked at her hand, then to her, "How tragic," he smirked and leaned in to kiss her again.

"Rachel?"

"What?" She said as she snapped out of her reminiscence. Out of all the things she couldn't remember, this couldn't have been one of them?

"Do you want some breakfast?" Santana asked.

"Oh. Uhh, yeah. Can I get some water first, though?"

"Sure," Santana smirked and left the room.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" Puck asked as he opened the refrigerator door.

"I have a real craving for bacon. I'm guessing you don't have any," Quinn replied.

"Sorry, babe. I can go out and get some if you want."

"No, that's fine. What else you got?"

"Uhmm... An egg, some old grapes, Miracle Whip, bologna, 2 beers and that's about it."

"Oh..."

"I guess my mom hasn't been shopping for a while."

"We could go out for breakfast. IHOP?" Quinn proposed.

"Sure."

Quinn smiled and got up to put her shoes on.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Puck stopped her.

"Yeah?"

"Are we, you know, like, back together?" he asked, staring at the ground.

"I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who dumped me."

"I guess I was just asking to see if you're okay with that."

"Well, we are having a baby together. And you promised to take care of us. So I would say it's safe to say we're back together."

"Awesome," Puck came closer and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips gently.

"Puck, come on, I'm hungry," Quinn laughed.

Rachel sat on the side of the bed and didn't turn to look to Jesse. She took a sip of her coffee and felt like dying. Whether because of the hangover or embarrassment. Though it was possible she was still a little drunk from last night, she felt slightly lightheaded.

"I can't believe we're in Lima Heights Adjacent," Jesse said. He wasn't really sure what to say. He remembered everything that happened last night, and wasn't proud of it. Rachel probably thought he was some creep who had taken advantage of her while she was drunk. And that definitely wasn't the way he wanted his first kiss with Rachel to be like. Not that he had thought about it, of course. Really. He wasn't some lovesick guy who fantasized about having a perfect first kiss with a girl. He hadn't imagined he would take her to a show and later they'd take a walk under the stars and he'd make his move. Not at all.

"I know, it's crazy. I'll go help Santana," Rachel made a quick getaway. This was too awkward and she was beyond embarrassed. She made made out with Jesse. Yes, it was insanely hot, but what the hell?

Fuck, she regrets it! Jesse thought. He should have known. It was dumb to go with the flow last night. Rachel was obviously a horny drunk and he just happened to be there.

"Hey, I thought you might need some help in here," Rachel said as she entered the kitchen.

"I can handle things myself. What are you avoiding Jesse or something? Cuz' you two were getting it on last night," Santana grinned.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Santana smirked at her and could see the embarrassment, and she was quite enjoying it, "Oh, please. I saw you two engaging in a tongue war. And I'm guessing that led to super hot se-"

"Santana!" Rachel stopped her, "Nothing more happened. Honestly. And thank God for that."

"Huh. He must have some strong willpower if that's all that happened. Here, eat some waffles," she said as she put a plate down for her.

"Why are you being so nice to us? I have it on good authority you're the biggest bitch around here. No offense," Rachel said.

"This is not being nice, Yentyl. We partied together, it doesn't make us BFF's. I know how to be hospitable. Once you eat, you leave."

"Deal."