12:15PM

Santana Lopez was so bored she was going to explode. Like literally. Guts everywhere. She looked around for Puckerman thinking there might be a corner they could occupy for an hour or two to blow the time. However, as her eyes scanned the gathering of the Loser Kingdom, Santana came up with a much better idea.

"You know what this party needs," she said, breaking the silence. "An enlightening game of Truth or Dare."

"I'm in," Kurt said immediately, nearly jumping to his feet in excitement.

Finn folded his arms over his chest, "No way."

Rachel looked around confused. "I've never heard of it."

"Have you lived under a rock or something?" Santana couldn't help but laugh. Obviously Rachel hadn't been to a slumber party in… ever.

Puck emerged from a row of books, haphazardly disorganizing the Encyclopedias as he walked. "It's just some lame game that girls came up with to be mean to one another for 'fun'." He said dryly.

Santana crossed her arms over her chest. "I'll remind myself of that the next time I see you dropping Liberace here in the dumpster," she said nodding in Kurt's direction.

"I want to play," Rachel decided. Finn dramatically dropped his head in his hands.

"Everyone else is in Finny," Santana said sweetly. "And nobody likes a party pooper."

Finn kicked his chair back from the table and threw his hands in the air. "Fine," he groaned and pointed a finger in Santana's direction. "But when this all goes horribly wrong, remember that I knew it would be a bad idea."

She rolled her eyes. "Boo hoo, cry me a river," she retorted. Santana traipsed over to Rachel and hoisted herself onto the table she sat at. "Rachel Berry," she began sweetly. "Truth or dare?"

Rachel blushed, "What am I supposed to do?"

"Truth, you answer whatever question I ask. Dare, you do whatever I say."

She contemplated if for a moment. "Fine," Rachel shrugged. "Truth."

Santana smirked. "Since you're trying to start your own sexual revolution, have you ever even done it before? You know, had sex?"

Rachel looked around nervously. "That's personal!"

"Be that way," Santana shrugged. "I must say I have a very entertaining dare lined up if you decide not to play by the rules."

Kurt laughed and waved a dramatic arm, "Obviously she hasn't. Rachel's probably never even been kissed."

Rachel jumped to her feet if only to stubbornly place her hands on her hips. "That's not true!"

"Really?" Kurt and Santana asked in unison.

"I didn't realize there was a male version of Helen Keller," Santana scoffed.

"While I can't say whether the perpetrator was deaf, dumb, and blind, I can certainly confirm that he was at least one of those things," Rachel said pointedly shooting a glare in Finn's direction.

Santana's jaw dropped. No wonder Quinn hated Rachel so much, girl didn't just lie down and take a beating. "All right, Berry." She said with a tinge of respect. "Your move."

Rachel turned her attention to her victim and stalked them coyly. "Puck," she said approaching him. "Truth or dare?"

"Are you serious?" He laughed. "Did I suddenly grow an impressive pair of tits or something? Truth doesn't even exist in the guy version. It's dare or you're done and there's no line I can't cross because I am the line."

She cocked her head sweetly. "Join the glee club," she said simply.

"Are you kidding? No way."

"What's the big deal?" Rachel asked. "Everyone here is already in the club, which now includes three popular cheerleaders and the star quarterback. Are you not cool enough for the club or something?"

Santana scoffed, "Please do not associate me with your level." She wasn't in glee club because she liked it; she was in the club because if she stayed in Coach Sylvester's good graces she would get promoted to head Cheerio.

"Come on Puck," Finn teased. "Or are you going to get the sex change and go for a truth."

"Don't test me, Finn," Puck sent an accusing finger in his friend's direction. "Remember, no matter how this shakes out, it's my turn next."

Finn's lips were suddenly sealed.

"All right, I'll join the stupid lame ass club," he said mockingly waving his hands in freight. "I'm officially in the glee club."

Rachel gasped, obviously never expecting for her scheming to work. "Really?"

Puck grinned. "Yeah," and then not a beat passed before he continued. "And now I quit. Learn how to add some stipulations the next time you try playing with fire."

Rachel folded her arms over her chest with a huff.

"Finnderella," Puck said clasping his hands together. "Truth or dare?"

Finn swallowed thickly. "Dare," he said because Finn would freaking wax his eyebrows if Puck told him it was the manly thing to do.

Puck's smile was deliciously evil. "I dare you to kiss Rachel Berry."

Rachel looked mortified.

The color drained from Finn's face. "No way man," he said half nervously, piquing Santana's attention. "I can't do that. I have a girlfriend."

"Oh really," Puck circled Finn and raised his brows challengingly. "It's not like it means anything. It's just a kiss. Right?"

Finn dropped his head. His silence spoke volumes. Quinn was right; Finn had a thing for that musical midget. Santana wasn't sure whether to laugh or to vomit.

"Quinn will find out and she'll kill me," Finn said, avoiding the question.

"It's not like anybody's going to tell."

Everybody turned their attention to Santana.

She weighed her options. She could go up to Quinn tell her that her boyfriend was stepping out on her with a woodland creature and do the loyal friend thing. But what would she get from that? A quick "Thanks, San-Tan" followed by Quinn cutting her losses and finding a new shiny new boyfriend. She'd remain Queen Bee and Santana would continue feeding off her crumbs. No thanks. Option two involved Finn's continued slide down the social ladder while he dragged Quinn down one rung at a time. Quinn was already starting to get desperate. If Finn were actually cheating on her all while Quinn was bending over backwards to keep him interested, she'd be humiliated when the truth finally came out. Finn would come out a loser for dating Rachel Berry, Quinn would come out a loser for groveling after him, and Santana and Puck would come out the power couple of McKinley.

"What happens in the library, stays in the library." Santana held up a hand for emphasis, "Scout's honor."

Finn shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked his foot nervously. "I don't know…"

"Fine, if you won't kiss her, I will," Puck decided with a shrug.

Rachel looked horrified but then intrigued.

"What? You can't do that!" Finn refuted.

"What's the big deal?" Puck didn't let Finn's height advantage intimidate him and got right up into his face. "If it doesn't mean anything." He took a step back and stroked his chin dramatically. "Oh wait, unless it does."

"That's not it," Finn said shaking his head adamantly. "You can't dare yourself. That's like against the rules or something."

Santana was silently fuming. "You can't kiss her because we're dating!" She spat.

Puck narrowed his eyes. "Is that still going on?"

"Yes!"

He still didn't seem convinced. "I thought we broke up because I took you to McDonald's for burgers."

"No, no, no, we made up because you let me super size my milkshake."

"Ugh," Kurt finally exploded. "Will someone just shut up and kiss Rachel already?"

Santana and Rachel collectively rolled their eyes when they realized that Finn and Puck had wordlessly agreed that Santana was the best candidate.

"Gag," Santana said dryly. "I'm getting bored. Finnochio, if you don't kiss Rachel in five seconds, I'm going to tell Quinn that you did."

"Don't I get a say in this," Rachel demanded. "What if I don't want to kiss either of you Neanderthals? It's insulting that you treat me like some community theater understudy while you engage in whatever testosterone induced muscle flexing…"

Finn lunged forward and silenced her with his lips, his hands settling on her hips while her arms flapped wildly mid-thought. Santana grinned to herself proudly, too disgusted by the sight of the lurch kissing the midget to pat herself on the back.

But then the room was filled with the crackling sound of Rachel's hand connecting to Finn's jaw. Everyone flinched, especially Finn.

"Don't use me as a pawn whenever it suits your popularity," she spat. "I'm not that pathetic."

"Wow," Kurt mouthed as he watched Rachel storm across the room in her typical "look at me" manner before taking an entitled seat at the far table to sulk.

"Rachel, wait," Finn said following after her. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, Finn," Santana called sweetly. This game was just beginning to get good. "You're holding up the game. It's still your turn."

He turned on his heels and clenched his fists tightly. "Santana," he nearly shouted. "Truth or dare?"

She shrugged, "I've got nothing to hide. Truth."

"What's going on between you and Brittany? The truth." He asked like he was so freaking clever or something.

"Um, we're friends? Duh."

"Really?" Finn raised his brows curiously. "That's funny because I think we've all totally seen a certain video from Katherine Romer's beginning of the year party. You know; the one with a popsicle."

So girls made out sometimes. It wasn't a big deal or anything. They were drunk and in a hot tub and Puck had been talking about Rainbow Parties while they were eating a rainbow colored Popsicle. Scenarios like that took place all the time, well maybe only in pornos, but it didn't make her a lesbian or anything.

"What you do after school in your bedroom is none of my business," she shrugged diverting the topic.

Finn was prepared though. "What about the time you threatened Josh Detwiler when he asked Brittany out last week then, huh?"

"Because Josh was a total loser," Santana said incredulously. "He bought her a tennis bracelet made of cubic zirconia!" She folded her arms over her chest, "What are you getting at Sherlock Hudson?"

"I just think it's interesting that you're down on some people all the time because of their sexuality or whatever," he shrugged.

"I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're asking." It was true. She was dating Puckerman after all, and they did… like a lot… like all the time. Brittany was just her friend. Her super hot friend who made her feel good about herself and didn't make her want to be so mean all the time. It didn't mean anything.

Santana was fuming and didn't want to have these feelings or confusions, so she went on the attack.

"Kurt." She said stalking her prey. "Truth or dare."

Kurt was startled. "Dare," he said like a deer in headlights.

Santana leaned in dangerously close. "I dare you to kiss the person you're most attracted to."

Kurt looked around nervously. "Slim pickings, huh?" He fumbled with his bag, "Does anyone have a mirror? That's the only place I can think of for finding a good looking fella."

Finn laughed uncomfortably loud. "That's funny," he mumbled.

"Oh come on, don't cop out on us," Santana whined. "We're all dying to know who you think is the cutest!"

"No we're not," Finn replied.

"Actually, I'm kind of curious," Puck shrugged.

Kurt shook his head before answering politely. "Look Santana, I know what you're trying to do. I hear your vaguely homophobic comments and I know you have me classified as being a certain way because of my pleasant little quirks," he paused to take a deep breath and she realized he was about to cry. Suddenly Santana was struck with that rare feeling of guilt. He set his jaw and flipped away an errant strand of hair. "I'm not gay, okay?" He said firmly before storming off.

Not to be outdone, Rachel lifted her chin indignantly. "You people are sickening. You hide behind veiled insults and making others around you miserable because you think you're so much better, but the truth is you're just as lonely and isolated as the rest of us." With that she snapped her head dramatically in the direction Kurt left and performed a proper storm out.

"What a buzz kill," Santana muttered.

Happy holidays everyone!