Your Turn

DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.

Truth Or Dare Part 1

A/N: Sorry to you eager Faberry beavers, but I believe they won't be getting together for a while now. So hold your pants and enjoy the build up!

"Yes! Now we're talking, Rachel!" Puck declares in a sort of victory stance. Rachel retaliates with a roll of her eyes and along with Artie join the Glee club circle.

"So who gets to go first?" asks Mike excitedly, holding onto his glowing lime green converse.

"I'll go," says Artie firmly after a moment of silence.

"Go ahead Artie," and there's Rachel's approval.

"Uh, should we go in a circle or-?"

"Just ask someone something already!" Santana barks with impatience. Her eyes are focused on a certain other blonde whose eyes in turn are focusing on a rather oblivious jewish girl. She has the perfect truth or dare for her; for her interest was sparked greatly by a conversation they had the previous night...

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"Santana, why doesn't she notice me? Why does she ignore me? All I did was call her Man Hands...Treasure Trail...RuPaul- ," an excretion of gas as the ex-cheerio cries softly in Brittany's arms, letting out a soft hiccup once every 5 seconds. "I mean -hic-, I wasn't a total bitch, -hic- right?"

"Oh, Q, you're just drunk. Just close your eyes and stop thinking about Ms. Streisand, you're grossing me out," the latina rolls her eyes and crosses her legs. She's had about as much to drink as Quinn, but she was a much better drinker.

"San! Don't be so mean, Rachel isn't that bad," Brittany says while rubbing the drunk Quinn's back.

And another roll of the eyes, she didn't want to admit that fact. Not yet.

"Santana! Whyyyyyyyy?"

"Q! This is pathetic! Are you listening to yourself?" both blondes direct their attention to the now standing up brunette. "If you want her, then claim her! Don't you remember who you are?"

"Yeah Quinn, remember who you are?" the duck loving cheerleader repeats.

The patterns on the walls dance funny while Quinn tries to understand what her friend had just said.

"I'm Quinn fucking -hic- Fabray."

"And?"

"And I always get -hic- what I want."

"Yay! Quinn! I'll root for you all the way!"

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"Okay, Mike!" the asian boy's attention is won right away, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he wore a look of confidence. It was innocent Artie, no harm could possibly come his way.

"I dare you to run up to the nearest female stranger and yell out 'I love you'."

Mike turns to his best friend Matt and they both shrug. Seems simple enough, right? The dancer runs out of Rachel's backyard into the streets and looks nervously for a girl.

"Shall we follow him?" Rachel offers-

"I LOVE YOU!"

Rachel gets her answer when a loud slap echoes throughout her backyard.

"Never mind, he's accomplished his task."

Other asian walks back to the group looking defeated, a red mark across his left cheek. He shoots a glare at Artie and the wheelchair boy finds a passing by butterfly to be strikingly interesting at that exact moment.

"Okay, I'm going to ask Brittany next. So, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she says easily, looking eager with Mr. Quacky in her hands.

Mike and Matt whisper into each others ears trying to figure something out. A snicker or two later...

"I dare you to flash everyone!"

Pervs. What would you do without them?

"But it's already bright outside," she points out as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Britt sweety, he means that you have you show everyone your lovely lady lumps," Santana says, coaxing a soft giggle from the blonde girl.

"Really? Oh then why didn't he just say so?" she shrugs and lifts up her shirt with ease. Puck, Finn, Matt and Mike are all staring while Artie's eyes are covered by Tina. Santana licks her lips and nods in approval while Quinn rolls her eyes at the testosterone and then catches a rather awe-struck diva.

"Never seen breasts before, Berry?" Quinn teases, wearing her smirk rather proudly.

"Excuse me? Oh sorry Quinn, I was distracted."

"I could tell," the blonde replies with a satisfied laugh.

"Okay, so I get to pick next right?" Brittany asks before lowering her shirt, "Rachel! Truth or dare?"

"Dare, however I do have some requirements and requests that I'd like to bring up. First of all, I'll have you know that I do not intend to reveal any more skin or get slapped."

"Streak across your backyard, naked," Brittany declares, earning a kiss on the cheek from Santana.

"What? I thought I made it clear that I don't want to reveal my-"

"Strip! Strip!" and the chanting begins. Everyone except Finn chants, oh and a rather uninterested Kurt.

"Brittany, what's my alternative to this?" the hopeless diva pleas, but the second the blonde cheerleader whispers into her ear, her face turns instantly red.

"Can I at least wear my underwear?" her eyes are looking desperate and luckily for her, Brittany was a kind soul. Out of bed that is.

"You're no fun," Puck whines, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Be quiet Noah!"

Finn doesn't say anything. He's still sulking, but as Rachel lifts her shirt up, he along with every guy and a certain ex-preggo stare anxiously.

"Are you doing this slowly on purpose, Rachel?" Matt asks innocently, Mike nodding to show he agrees.

"I have to agree with Matt, Rachel, you really are taking your time," Artie comments just as innocently, his eyes then being covered by Tina once again.

"I'm just nervous, is all," the brunette replies, finally having her argyl shirt removed revealing a black and lacy bra, "Of all days to wear this..." she mutters under her breath miserably.

"Hot damn, Berry! I didn't know you owned anything besides training bras!" Santana shouts finishing off with some laughter. Brittany also finds this funny as well and Quinn, well she finds the exposed abdomen more appealing actually. Screw the bra.

"Stop embarrassing her you guys," Mercedes chimes in, shaking her head and trying to hold her laughter.

"Seriously, Rachel, maybe I should just chop off your clothing with my nail file," and there's Kurt with his pleasant grin, "That way we kill two birds with one stone. We destroy one of your terrible outfits and we get this thing done and over with," he finishes it with a laugh and nearly gasps when her skirt is removed.

"What is this? I expected granny panties!" Mike yells in outrage. The entire group including the nearly naked Rachel and the blindfolded Artie turn to the pop'n'locking asian.

"What? Rachel, I think you should start streaking now before you get cold." Matt does his best to defend his best friend and gets a rightfully deserved high five when Rachel starts running awkwardly throughout her backyard.

Up and over her old sandbox, right around the giant tree near her house, right around the circle of gleeks, nearly trips on some pebbles and lands back safely to where her clothes are. Furiously she struggles to put her clothes back on.

A deep breath and Rachel tries to regain her composure, "Okay, who's next?"