I entered William McKinley High School one Friday morning, my main goal for the day being to survive it. I had tests in both Spanish and History but I'm pretty much guaranteed a C on both. If they fail me, I can't play in the next game. No teacher wants to be responsible for that one. But mostly I was just looking forward to the party that night.

Rachel Berry wasn't very popular but her gay dads were loaded and they went out of town a lot so her house was perfect for Friday night beer blasts. Plus she was totally hot for the Finnster so I always got invited. Sam pretty much never came with me. He had this weird Christian belief that he was going to hell if he drank or something like that. But this time I had kind of convinced him that the party was going to be completely dry so he reluctantly agreed to come. I was pretty sure if I could get one drink in him he would understand that drinking really isn't that bad.

"Hi there, handsome," A flirtatious voice interrupted me from my thoughts.

"Hello gorgeous," I replied. I noticed Sam had popped up next to us.

"You boys excited for the party tonight?" Quinn asked us both with a slight grin. I babbled on about how pumped I was while Sam stood behind us and just nodded occasionally.

When the three of us got to the party, Rachel was being her usual self, nagging about her rules and crap while Puck, who usually set up these parties was just handing out beers like there was no tomorrow.

"You said there wasn't going to be alcohol!" Sam yelled accusingly.

"Yeah," I said grabbing a beer from the cooler. "I lied. Come on Sam, lighten up for once!" He rolled his eyes and walked away. Quinn walked away too. She rarely drank at these parties for the same reason as Sam. I didn't care. At least she didn't whine and complain about those who did drink.

A few hours and about seven beers later, I was laying on my back making out with some girl. Her name was Tanya or Taylor or something like that. I didn't really know anything about her but she's Asian and she's hot so I went for it, even if there is some Asian guy from the football team standing in the corner glaring at me. Besides Quinn was off somewhere with the other kill-joy which probably would've concerned me more if I was sober. The two of them were like completely in love. They dated for six months until I convinced Quinn that dating me was the only way to win prom queen. We made out, Sam found out, he dumped her, we started dating, and the topic was never brought up again.

Then sexy Asian girl got up to get another drink and Sam approached me for the first time that night. "We have to go. I have a curfew." He said sternly.

"I'm not ready to go yet," I said whining slightly.

"That's too bad. I'm driving home so we're leaving," he said sounding greatly exasperated. "Quinn already drove herself home." I got up and followed him out to the car. I'm pretty sure that I was wobbling a little bit because Sam kept grabbing my arm to steady me. When we finally get to the car I asked him "Are you mad at me?"

"A little," he replied. "Just, don't do something stupid like this again."

"Okay," I mumbled. It wasn't sincere. I planned on doing exactly this the next Friday but Sam wouldn't know about it then.

"You know I didn't have that much to drink. I can still drive," I knew Sam hated driving at night. He had just gotten his license and got nervous enough about driving during the day. He was a mess on a Friday night.

"You're a lot funnier than I thought," he mumbled. "There's no way I'm letting you drive. I don't feel like dying tonight."

"Whatever, can we stop at Taco Bell on the way home?" I slurred.

"Why?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

"I'm hungry," I mumbled. Sam rolled his eyes and continued driving.

"Come on. It will only take like two extra minutes," he shook his head. Then, as we drove by the road you turn down to go to Taco Bell, I drunkenly reached for the wheel. If I was sober, we would have been fine. If it wasn't for my sudden craving for a burrito, we would have been fine. Even if I had turned the wheel at the right moment so we actually turned onto the road, we would have been fine. But I turned it too early. Witnesses say we went off the road and flipped over about five times before we reached the bottom of the hill. I don't remember it. I was too disoriented.

When I came to Sam was already awake. "Hey buddy," I mumbled, partly from the alcohol and partly from the concussion. "Listen, I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry about tonight. Buddy, are you alright?" I finally noticed that his breathing was a little off.

"Yeah, I'm alright," I finally worked up the courage to glance over at him. That's when I noticed the large shard of glass from the windshield stabbing him in the stomach. It didn't exactly look good but he said he was fine so I believed him.

"You couldn't just stop at Taco Bell," I said harshly. I knew I wasn't being fair but I felt like I was dying and Sam seemed perfectly fine. It was easy to take my anger out on him.

"Yeah, guess we'll be really late now huh?" he said wincing slightly as he spoke.

"Sam, if I don't make it, you shouldn't blame yourself. You made one mistake. You shouldn't let it define your life." He made a quiet noise like he understood then all noise coming from him ceased.

"Sam, Sam buddy wake up. Sam! Sam!" I was screaming now and shaking him. I was doing everything I could to wake him up. I reached over and placed two fingers on his wrist to feel for a pulse. There was none. I may have been a dumbass but I knew what that meant. Then the edges of my vision stared blurring. They say best friends do everything together. My only thought as I drifted off was that with me and Sam that included dying.