The next morning, Rachel Berry awoke with a stiff neck. She rolled over in her tight sleeping contraption and was face to face with Brittany hunched over the toilet.

"My tummy is so angry at me right now, Rachel." Brittany said tiredly.

The smell of the room, not to mention Rachel's headache nearly made her vomit. She put her hand to head and slowly got out of the bathub. She took it one step at a time but slowly pushed the door open and walked out into the living room.

"Good morning sunshine." Mercedes greeted her happily. "You can thank me later for taking care of you all night."

Rachel took a seat next to her on the couch and rested her head on Mercedes' shoulder.

"I owe you big time, but at the moment I don't even want to think about last night." Rachel said quietly.

Around the room laid other members of the glee club. Artie passed out in his wheelchair. He looked extremely uncomfortable but still managed to keep hold of a bottle of beer in his hand. Quinn was in the lazy boy recliner. She stirred in her sleep as she started to wake up. Wesley and David shared a now deflated air mattress. David still had the Playstation 3 headset on. In fact, the television was left on the menu screen all night. Santana was lying on the couch awake with a loose bed sheet draped across her legs.

The doorknob on Noah's bedroom started to turn. Out he stumbled, only wearing boxers. As he walked out, he kicked empty cans of beer with his feet. As he went to open the bathroom door, a screaming Brittany was heard telling him to get out. He backed off and headed upstairs.

Santana slowly sat up, wrapped the bed sheet around her and walked to the bathroom to keep Brittany company.

Shortly after Puck went upstairs, Rachel, Mercedes and Quinn (who was now wake) watched as Lauren causally left his bedroom. She joined the girls on the couch.

"What? Why are you guys all looking at me like that?" Lauren asked with a grin on her face.

Mercedes shook her head and smiled.

Meanwhile, in the garage, Finn rolled over and bumped into Sam. It woke both of the boys up. As Finn opened his eyes, he strained them to see who he was sleeping next to.

"Quinn?" He asked the blonde.

Sam shoved his shoulder. "No you asshole, it's Sam. Why the hell are we here? Where is everyone? Where is Puckerman?" Sam looked around and realized he was in the garage.

Finn sat up on his elbows. "Wait a minute… were in the flatbed of his dad's truck!" Finn observed.

"I don't even remember being in the garage last night. What the fuck happened?" Sam said rubbing his head.

"I don't know dude. I think we ought to' find everyone else." Finn crawled out as Sam followed. They headed in through the front door and met everyone else in the downstairs t.v room.

Blaine rolled over and squinted at the sunlight shining through the blinds and into his eyes. He slowly opened them and glanced around the room. It took him quite a few minutes as he pieced together where he was. As he looked at the bedside clock, he felt the other side of the bed move. Instantly he was alarmed but then remembered that he and his gorgeous boyfriend spent the night there together. Blaine rolled over and was looking at a sleepy version of Kurt. Kurt was still half asleep as he tried to open his eyes.

"Hey.." Blaine whispered. "Kurt.. Wake up."

Kurt's eyes opened quickly on hearing Blaine's voice. "Blaine?"

Blaine smiled tiredly. "There you are.."

"Blaine, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at my hou-.." Kurt paused and looked around the room. "Uhm, where.. Where are we?"

"Oh Kurt," Blaine began. "We got really drunk last night… We're at Noah's house. Remember? He had the party? Everyone is here somewhere…"

"My head is pounding and I think I'm going to puke. How drunk is really drunk?" Kurt asked Blaine curiously.

"Well, what do you remember?"

"Uh.. Swimming. I remember swimming." Kurt spotted his swimming shorts on the ground.

"Yeah, well.. That drunk." Blaine said sitting up causing the blanket to expose himself.

"Blaine! You're.. you're uhmmm so you're naked." Kurt seemed shocked.

Blaine laughed pretty loudly. "Of course I am dummy… and so are you!"

Kurt's eyes widened as he realized this. "Shit" He whispered to himself trying to remember anything. "So, uhm, what did we-.. Did we yuh' know…What happen-"

Blaine cut him off. "Don't worry babe," He leaned down and kissed him. "Just the usual stuff. Nothing new. Not that."

Kurt sighed. Sex was important to him. Knowing he didn't lose his virginity while he was wasted at some guy's house made him relax. "Where is everyone else?"

Blaine got up and shuffled through this duffle bag until he found a pair of pajama bottoms and tight white v-neck t-shirt. "I don't know Kurt, I think we should go find out though." He got dressed as Kurt followed suit.

The two clothed boys exited the guestroom and headed downstairs but not before meeting Mike and Tina in the hallway. Mike shot them a dirty look as Tina only smiled sweetly. "I love you guys." She spoke.

"I don't." Mike said annoyed. "Totally ruined my game last night!"

"Huh?" Kurt asked.

"Don't make me reenact what I had to listen to last night." Mike said glaring at Kurt.

"Oh god! NO no no! No please don't reenact anything." Kurt blushed and hid his face in Blaine's neck.

"Sorry guys" Blaine said bashfully.

"Don't even worry guys. Besides," Tina paused and looked at Mike. "You didn't ruin his game." She added with a wink.

As Kurt followed Blaine, he felt a pain in his foot. He looked down and was shocked to see a purple swelling coming off his ankle. "What the hell?" He said to himself quietly.

Blaine turned around and noticed Kurt's foot. "Oh, that? You stumbled down the stairs last night. Right about here actually."

"If you were so drunk Blaine, how are you remembering everything?" Kurt asked.

"I'm not quite sure.. I just am though."

The quad continued their way downstairs and into the room with everyone else. The scene was pathetic. Half of them laying on the ground complaining about their heads, the other half leaning on each other for support complaining about their stomachs. Tina and Mike found a spot on the ground while Blaine took a seat next to his fellow Warblers. Kurt wobbled over to his best friend Mercedes who had an eager expression on her face.

"So….How was your night?" Mercedes asked him only loud enough for Kurt to hear.

Kurt rested his head on her shoulder. "I wish I knew. But from was Blaine was telling me…Kurt Hummel had a pretty good night." He looked over to Blaine who was looking at him. Both boys smiled.

Voila! There you have it. I really hope someone enjoyed this! Please let me know in the reviews xo