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Rachel greeted them almost as soon as they knock on the front door.

"Hi Santana! Noah! How nice of you, you're bringing fruit juice?"

The Latina rolled her eyes and jostled lightly Rachel when she entered. "Not really. But there must be some chemical admixture in it who tasted like fruits."

"Wh-what ?" the shortest brunette closed the door behind Puck. "Have you brought alcohol?" she doesn't seem pleased with the idea. "Guys I told you earlier that the only way I accepted to host an after Regionals party was-"

"Come on Rach ! We won the freaggin' Regionals, it's time for some fun!"

"Noah, we can have fun without illegal substance"

"No we can't" Santana finished as she passed the infamous portray of Berry before heading to the now familiar basement.

"Finally!" Shouted their teammates already waiting for them.

"With my hands up

Put your hands up

Put your hands up" Puck began to sing Tik Tok loud enough for covering up the boring classic song that was playing in the background.

"Now the party doesn't start 'til I walked in!" They all sing along with him. Sam and Mike attacked the radio post while Puck, Santana and Quinn busy themselves with cocktails preparation. S&M blew up from the speakers and as soon the second verse began, everybody already have beer in hand. Rachel included.

"You were not so difficult to convince, midget" Santana pointed to the half empty bottle in Rachel hand.

"Unfortunately, you and Puck weren't the one who convinced me" the brunette turned her head. The Latina followed her gaze on the couch where Quinn and Finn were making out. I knew it.
"She just does this for being prom queen you know." Rachel pursued "She's going to break him again"

The ex Cheerio almost choked on her beer. "Are you serious?" God damn it. "I just want to punch you in your pretty face right now."

"Wh-"

"Come on! Finnoncence is such a douchebag with you, I almost treat you better! Why are you so stuck with him? Get over it already!"

And with that the Latina headed back to the bar; she needed something stronger. She took two shooters and pours them with tequila. She doesn't know exactly why but this situation between Finnessa and Manhands began to irritate her. Well, especially Hudson. He allowed himself to criticize her but he's such a hypocrite. He can do whatever he wants, nobody dare to say something to the golden boy while they all rejected her because she's just a little blunt. It's not her fault if she'd hurt their freaking feelings.
Two new voices snapped her out of her thought; Brittany and Artie were arrived. Yay. She drunk the two shooters then opted for some vodka.

"Truth"

The Latina sight, this game was so stupid. She avoided all sort of actual conversation until now but was forced by a very drunk Berry to join them at this sort of mash up between "truth or dare" and "spin the bottle". Everyone choose truth and lame questions followed lamer one.

"Quinn" began Rachel, an aggressive finger pointed at the blonde.

"Yeah…"

"Do you love him?"

Every head turned to Finn who fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Rachel…"

"No, it's okay Finn." Quinn paused a moment, locking eyes with the brunette. When she spoke again, her voice was cold and harsh. "Yes Berry, I do love him. Now you can back off and mind your own business."

Rachel began to yell, alcohol pumping through her veins and making her loose her temper. "No you don't you jus-"

"Turn the freaking bottle Berry!" Santana shouted louder, stopping her in her tirade.

Rachel immediately calmed down and cast a last glare at her ex boyfriend before spinning the bottle.
Puck squealed in delight when it stopped in front of him. "Finally!"

"Dare" Rachel answer before he even had the time to ask. Everyone looked at her with surprise.

"That's my favorite jew gurl!" Puck shouted, very drunk himself. He thought for a minute, eyebrows low in deep reflection. He had one chance and he's not gonna waste it. "You have to kiss Santana"

"WHAT" The Latina voice's was abnormally high.

Sam missed to strangle himself with his beer.

"No. Way."

Rachel shrugged. She actually hoped for some action between her and Finn… Like a fiery romantico-dramatic Broadway duet. She should have guessed that Puck doesn't give the same kind of dare that Kurt.

"I'm not kissing this dwarf, I don't wanna caught some orphan disease" What a great night. He wants me to kiss Berry of all the people. I'm so out of here…
And just when Santana began to get up, Brittany said something to Artie that caught her attention.

"It would be so weird and so cool. I think I'm jealous"

"Thank you Santana that's really nice of you" Rachel started, full of sarcasm. "I know I didn't have the same chance that you with the biological lottery but you're not better than me, I am-"

Full lips pressed against her own made her babbling stop.

"Oh my God"

"So hot" Puck whispered in front of his dare becoming real.

It was kind of awkward and rushed, but it wasn't as bad as Santana thought it would be. Moving slowly her lips against Rachel's, she opened her eyes and stared at Brittany. Here it was, this flash of hurt she was looking for, crossing her blue gaze just for a second. She thought she would feel better after, but her heart just died a little more in her chest.
She finally broke the kiss but Rachel stayed still, eyes closed and eyebrows frowned in frustration.

"I want to go home" Brittany whispered in Artie's ear as she looped her arms around his neck.

"That was so wrong" Mercedes spoke for everyone

"And hot" Puck insisted

"That's never happened, understand?" Warned the former Cheerio as she reached for her glass and stood up.

"Santana" Rachel called her; back to reality with all that fuss around her, "Santana wait" She followed the taller brunette, trying not to slip over all the mess covering the floor.

"Don't"

The bathroom door slammed almost in her face.