Quinn:

The whole glee club sat in a large circle in Quinn's living room. It was about nine thirty. It goes without saying that many more drinks were consumed by this time. The worst effected being Puck, who kept making crude suggestions at anything with legs. Matt, who was slowly turning greener by the minute. Brittany and Santana who were practically attached by the lips and didn't care who was watching. Kurt, who just wasn't used to alcohol and was muttering to the chair about how 'she' could improve her styling. And Artie, who had slowly slipped out of his wheelchair and hadn't noticed. The most sober of the group were Quinn, who was still wary of drinking heavily around Puck. Rachel who didn't seem too bothered about getting hammered and seemed to be having a good time without the booze. And Tina, who was trying (without much luck) to get Artie back into his wheelchair.

Quinn was looking around at her guests. Santana was perched on Brittany's lap and they were being… passionate. "Damn!" Quinn thought to herself. "I knew I shouldn't have let them start on the booze so early. Santana is gonna kill me for not stopping them before everyone else could see."

Quinn's gaze kept returning to Rachel. She was sat awkwardly between Finn and Puck; both kept talking at her, neither making sense. Still, it didn't stop Quinn from burning a fiery glare they're way every time either of them made a pass at her.

"Okay everyone! Time for spin the bottle!" Mike shouted, getting everyone's attention. A few people groaned, but there were no objections. Kurt, Puck, Matt and Artie all slightly came out of their drunken states at the mention of the game and they all shuffled around to reform the circle. Brittany and Santana remembered that they were not the only ones in the room and decided to join the circle, though Santana still sat on Brittany's lap.

The game involved each person taking it in turns to spin the bottle, they then had to kiss whoever it landed on. The rules: No groping (much to Pucks displeasure) and each kiss must last at least five seconds.

Quinn glanced at Rachel while Tina and Mercedes explained the rules. Was it Quinn's imagination, or was Rachel gazing intently over at her? Quinn broke their eye contact and shifted nervously on the spot.

"This could be interesting," She thought.

Rachel:

"Great" Rachel thought sarcastically. "In this game I will probably end up kissing Finn. And although he has tried to convince me otherwise, I can tell that he really isn't over our breakup. And Puck! I hope he passes out before he s pins the bottle on me…"

Rachel watches Quinn, not bothering to listen to the rules.

"What is wrong with her today? She's been acting so awkwardly around me. I know that we have never really been friends, but since becoming pregnant then having Beth she has been so much nicer. I knew I was lying to myself when I thought that we could get closer, but I really thought we could grow to like each other. I mean, I do like her." Rachel didn't look away as Quinn looked over then quickly looked away again. "And I think that Quinn does like me… deep down. Well, not that deep down obviously… She invited me to the party. It's not like she looks at me with hate, more like confusion. Like she wants to tell me something. Sometimes it's more than confusion she looks at me with. Like earlier… WAS she checking me out? There was a longing in her eyes. She seemed quite taken back by my appearance… in a good way. Maybe she thinks that I am nice looking. There's nothing wrong with it, even though we are both girls… I mean, I find her very attractive. Her deep hazel eyes, her pale, slender body, her long legs, her slim, dextrous fingers that gently run up and down my back, sending a shiver down my spine as goose bumps cover both of us and… Oh my god! Was I just fantasising? About Quinn Fabray?" Rachel quickly looked away; she tried to look anywhere but at Quinn. Confused about how she felt, Rachel watched as Puck span the bottle. She was up next, she was unsure if she wanted the bottle to land on Quinn…