The gang had rented a hotel room. Puck had stolen a bottle of champagne from the lobby and they were all celebrating the news of Mercedes' unexpected pregnancy. Champagne spewed everywhere when Finn yanked the cork off. After pouring everyone a glass, he toasted, "To Mercedes!"
"To Mercedes!" the gang repeated, raising their glasses and starting to drink.
FINN
Cheers to the frikkin' weekend, drink to that, yeah, yeah
RACHEL
Oh, let the Jameson sink in, drink to that, yeah, yeah
PUCK
There's a party in the bar, everybody put your glasses up, I'll drink to that!
EVERYONE
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll drink to that!
BLAINE
Life's too short to be sittin' around miserable
KURT
People are gonna talk whether you're doin'-
"Crap, it's my dad!"
Everybody's eyes widened when Kurt yanked out his cell. Rachel's mouth fell open. "Our parents..."
"HOW did they slip our minds?" Puck said.
Kurt nervously put the phone to his ear. "Hello, Dad…"