Meanwhile, in the basement of Rachel's Dads' house, Puck and Lauren were in the corner making out on a sofa that they could barely both fit on, Santana was crying and screaming at Sam for no reason whatsoever, Brittany had taken most of her clothes off and was darting back and forth across the room wearing nothing but a polka-dotted bra and panties, attracting the attention of Mike, Artie, and even Blaine, Sunshine and Mercedes were yelling at each other about who was the better singer and trying to belt out high notes that would've been difficult to hit sober, and Tina was rolling around on a couch alone and laughing. Every single of one of them was completely unmistakably wasted.

Kurt sighed and nodded to himself. "Yeah, I'm starting to think this was a bad idea."

"Hey you!" squealed Rachel, throwing her arms around Kurt. "Where's mah boyfriennnnd?"

"I think he went upstairs to get some more munchies," said Kurt. He patted Rachel on the back. "I can see you've had plenty of drinks yourself. I stayed sober because I was trying to impress Blaine." He glanced of at Blaine, who was with Mike trying to catch Brittany and smack her butt. "Clearly he doesn't have the same concerns."

"Will you please stop being gay Kurt, pleeeeease?" said Rachel.

"Huh?" said Kurt.

"I need you to fall in love with meeeee!" she cried, tears forming in her eyes. "Jesse doesn't really love me, he loves the idea of us being a couple for oh all those other damn reasons! And Finn's stuck with Quinn and Puck is an idiot! Please Kurt, you're the only nice guy in the whole worllllllld." And with that she buried her head in his shoulder and burst into tears.

"Wow, Rachel," said Kurt. "I love you to death, but you make a pathetic drunk."

Rachel's head jerked up and her eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah? Well how pathetic is this?" Rachel marched up to the stage and grabbed a microphone. "Hey, everyone! Who wants to play…spin the bottle?" Everyone cheered. "Spin the bottle!" Rachel made a quick face at Kurt as everyone gathered around.

Kurt shook his head. "Oh boy."

Outside in the dark, Quinn was shaking as she made her way up the walk to her parents' house. She knew that there was little to no chance of being able to count on her mother for any help whatsoever, but this was her last hope. Nervously, she tapped on the door.

A minute later, her father answered the door. Quinn gasped a little. She hadn't seen him in over a year now. "Hi," he said with a smile. "Can I help you?"

Quinn calmed down slightly, surprised at his politeness. "I...can I stay here?"

Mr. Fabray frowned suspiciously. "Why would I let a total stranger spend the night in my home?"

"Daddy, please!" said Quinn.

"Especially not when you might be coming with, say, an illegitimate child."

"I'm not," said Quinn. "I promise. Finn will take care of the baby until I find a place to live."

Mr. Fabray raised his eyebrows. "Then why aren't you with him?"

Quinn had tears streaming down her cheeks now. "He doesn't love me anymore."

"Of course he doesn't," said Mr. Fabray. "People like you don't deserve love." He shut the door and locked it behind him.

Back at the party, things weren't getting any less crazy. Kurt wondered if he was beginning to understand how Finn felt about Puck and Quinn as he watched Rachel and Blaine sing a romantic duet together.

"Don't you want me baby?
Don't you want me oooooh!
Don't you want me baby?"

And the fact that there were three other couples in the room making out with each other was not helping.

"That waz amazinggggg! Lessss do another one!" said Rachel.

"Uh, no, I think we've had enough…" said Kurt.

Rachel stumbled over to Blaine and grabbed his sleeve. "It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I neeeeed you noooooow…"

"What the hell is this?" yelled Jesse. "I've had it with you cheating on me with gay guys! I'm out of here!"

"I'll call you a cab," said Kurt quickly.

"No thanks, I walked here, I can walk home," said Jesse, pulling himself away from Kurt and stumbling up the stairs.

"Can I come in?" called a voice from the doorway as Jesse opened it.

"Quinn?" said Kurt, looking concerned as he spotted her tear-stained face and ruined makeup. "Sure you can come in."

"Are there drinks at this party?" asked Quinn.

"Yeahhhhh, I think we got some left," said Santana. "Didn't know you were coming, MILF."

"Ask Rachel," said Artie between kisses as Tina was sitting on his lap making out with him. "She's in charge here."

"I want a drink," snapped Quinn, walking up to Rachel. "And I don't mean a damn wine cooler, a real drink."

"We got three bottles of champagne left," said Rachel. "Here!" Quinn wordlessly ripped out the cork out of the top of the bottle and began guzzling champagne like water in the middle of a desert.

"Really, Quinn?" said Lauren. "Isn't getting drunk what ruined your life in the first place?"

Quinn didn't stop drinking until the whole bottle was gone. Then she grabbed the other two bottles and Rachel, and Kurt put on some music and kept an eye on everyone making sure that no one was getting hurt, sick, or pregnant.

It took no time at all for the two and a half bottles of champagne to get to Quinn. Rachel laid down on the floor with the rest of the last bottle, and Quinn laid down and put her head down on Rachel's stomach. "Do you know what I think would be awesome?"

"What?" said Rachel.

"If this entire room were shaped like a pompom!" said Quinn.

Rachel grinned. "Or like a gold star!"

"Or like Finn's face so we could destroy it!" shouted Quinn shamelessly.

"Yeah!" said Rachel. "Let's break everything in here!"

"Do it!" yelled Quinn.

"Naaah," said Rachel. "I'll drop your head if I get up now."

"Don't do it!" said Quinn.

That, for some reason, caused both of them to begin shrieking and laughing uncontrollably. Kurt shook his head to himself as he went to go call cabs for Brittany and Lauren. By the time he got both of them upstairs and into their cabs, Rachel and Quinn were still laughing. "You know what?" said Rachel. "I wonder if Finn loves me."

"Probably," said Quinn. "He hates me now!" Rachel started laughing again. Quinn sighed and covered her face with her hands. "What am I gonna do now, Rachel? My family and all of my friends hate me, I have nowhere to live, no one who cares…"

"What about Puck?" said Rachel. "Didn't he get you into this mess?"

"Yeah!" said Quinn, uncovering her face. "I'll go live with him!" Then she closed her eyes and laid there motionless for just a second, her head still on Rachel's abdomen. "Naah. Lauren would eat me alive."

"Literally," said Rachel. "She's big enough!" Then she began to laugh again. Quinn shot up abruptly.

"How can you laugh about this, Rachel?" she yelled. "You think it's so funny? Is it really so funny that I have no one left? Huh?"

"Kurt walked over. "Is everything okay?" he asked quickly.

Quinn pointed at Kurt accusingly. "Do you really think that it's so damn hilarious that there's nobody left to care about me?"

"Nope, not okay," said Kurt quickly to himself.

"Damn right it's not!" yelled Quinn. "You!" she shouted at Santana. "You were supposed to be my friend. But as soon as I wasn't the popular girl anymore, you didn't care about me! You welcomed my downfall with open arms! And you!" she screamed, pointing at Puck. "You ruined me! You all! Fucking! Ruined! Me! None of you give a shit about me! Well guess what, I don't give a shit about any of you either! I'm done with all of you!"

"I'll get you a cab," said Kurt.

"No! I don't ever want anything from you!" yelled Quinn, pulling her car keys out of her purse. "You made everything worse, I know you did! Finn was right about what he called you." Then completely unexpectedly, she shoved him so hard that he fell over, landing next to Rachel on the ground. Then Quinn stumbled her way up the stairs, stopping at the very top to turn around and yell, "Stupid fag!" before leaving the house.

Rachel looked up at Kurt and blinked. "Youuuu look like you need this!" She clumsily held up the nearly-finished bottle of champagne. "Last sip in the house!"

"Ah, what the hell?" said Kurt. He drank the sip, which gave him a tiny buzz.

Two hours later, Carole entered Finn and Lily's quiet dark room and flicked on the light switch. "Finn?" she whispered. "There's been an accident."