"Santana, truth or dare?" Brittany asked cheerily.
"I don't want your dares, Brit. Truth." Santana rolled her eyes. Rachel could see why. Brittany always came up with weird dares, and bowing out wasn't allowed.
"If you had to choose between shampoo and conditioner, which one would you keep?" The blond asked airily.
Rachel smiled softly. It was nice to be included in something. They had been hanging out for a while, and had just started playing truth or dare.
"Shampoo." Santana answered easily. She turned and sneered. "Rachel, truth or dare?"
"Dare." There was no way she was going to be seen as a coward. There was no hesitation in her answer.
The three experienced Cheerios glanced at each other deviously. "I dare you to…" Santana began, in a tone that made Rachel very nervous. "…call up Puckerman and tell him that you want him, but that you don't want to get tied down with labels on a relationship."
Rachel's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Brittany clapped, while Quinn looked indifferent.
"I can't do that!" She exclaimed. "I don't even like him!"
Santana rolled her eyes. "You don't have to like him." She said, exasperated. "You can even use my phone. After you tell him that, you just have to wait to see how he'll respond, then tell him it was a dare. He'll probably hang up after that."
Rachel was still uneasy. "Won't he get angry?"
Quinn looked at her and shrugged. "Why do you care? I thought you didn't like him."
Brittany gasped. "We should give her an alternate dare, and make her do something for us!" She sounded like she had rehearsed the sentence. Rachel just figured that she had thought about it a couple of times before thinking to say it aloud.
She jumped on the idea. "Yes! I like that much better."
Santana scowled at Brittany, but didn't seem to want to go against her, and nodded.
"Fine. Berry, you have to call somebody else and tell him the same thing. It has to be a guy that we all know, though."
Rachel nodded. "Blaine Anderson!" She remembered being with Brittany and Santana when they had met him at the coffee house. Blaine, Kurt, and herself were going out to coffee when they bumped into each other, and Quinn had to have met him somewhere.
"I've never met him." Quinn crushed her with one sentence.
Rachel pouted. "Fine. I'm calling Kurt."
The girls all groaned, but it was completely within the rules to call him.
She picked up Santana's phone, and dialed his number. Rachel put him on speakerphone, and held the device within the circle she and the other girls had created. He noticed by the third ring, and they leaned in eagerly to listen better.
"No, she'd dead. This is her son." Kurt said on the other end of the line.
"Uh…Kurt?" Rachel said timidly.
"Rachel? Why are you calling me at eleven? You know I need my beauty sleep. Who's phone are you calling from?"
"Um…Santanas. Kurt, I have to tell you something."
She heard him stop breathing on the other end. "Oh my God." He said finally. "Are you pregnant?"
Quinn covered her mouth to hold back a laugh, and Santana's mouth popped open, a look of pure glee in her eyes. Brittany actually seemed concerned, and looked over to Rachel, mouthing 'Are you'?
"No!" She practically shouted.
"Thank the heavens! Then what is it?"
"Actually, Kurt, I ummm…I want you but I don't want to put labels on our relationship."
Kurt was silent.
"Kurt?"
"Whose phone did you say you were using?" He asked, ignoring her question.
"Santanas."
"Am I correct to assume that this was a dare, and you asked me because I'm gay and wouldn't even consider taking you up on that?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Have fun ladies. Goodnight Rachel. Don't call me again after ten thirty unless you're pregnant, dead, or about to become one of those things." With that, he hung up on them, not waiting for a returned goodnight.
The girls sat for a minute, stunned, before bursting into laughter. Brittany leaned over to Rachel and rubbed her stomach for a minute, whispering 'Goodnight, baby.'.
"Britt, you know she's not pregnant, right?" Quinn asked.
"Then why would Kurt think that she is?" Brittany countered, caught up in her confusing logic.
"Because he knew something was up and that I would only call him this late if something was really wrong or I forgot how late it was."
Still with a puzzled look on her face, Brittany leaned back and laid her head on Santana's shoulder.
"I'm getting tired, too." Santana said.
"Same here." Quinn chimed in. They got up, Brittany and Santana heading for what looked like a dresser, and pulled down a bed. Quinn climbed into her own bed, and Rachel waited for somebody to tell her where to go.
"Come on stupid." Quinn gestured next to her on the bed. "Turn off the lights on your way up."
Rachel got up gracefully and flipped the light switch, using her cell phone as a light into Quinn's bed. She crawled under the covers and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. It was surprisingly easy, and soon she was out.