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"Santana, Brittany, Quinn, glad you came!"

The three girls looked to the shrieking girl. She had been part of the cheerios until Coach Sylvester had kicked her off the team last year. Rhea Silverman had been a good cheerleader but had gone off one summer and came back to school with a face full of Botox. She could hardly blink never mind smile so off from the team she was. They had tried to stay friends with her but it was hard. She had joined the poetry club for goodness sakes! They all put on their biggest smiles though as she hurried towards them.

"Hey!" Rhea beamed.

"Hi Rhea, we brought along some other people, i hope you don't mind." Santana said.

Rhea looked to the group, her smile dropped slightly when her eyes grazed Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, Artie and Kurt. But then she saw the people behind them and her eyes became bigger than saucepans.

"Hey, nice place you have here." Puck said, cooly.

"T-t-thanks." Rhea stuttered.

Quinn frowned, she obviously hadn't been a cheerio for that long...

"Get yourself's drinks." Rhea said, pointing over to a table with a stack if plastic cups and a dozen bottles on top.

They thanked her and half the group went to get drinks and half stayed where they were. Puck turned to the girls who were left standing in the middle of the room.

"Don't get drunk." he told them.

"You can't tell us what to do Puckerman." Santana hissed.

"I've got to look after you so I can! Do you want Maggie to be angry?" Puck said.

Santana frowned. "Whatever." she mumbled.

"Just be outside by half eleven right, we have to walk back!" Puck told them.

"We'll be good, Puck, don't worry 'kay!" Quinn said as she began dragging off the girls.

"I mean it, no drink, half eleven!" he shouted after them.

The party really kicked off half an hour later. And, As predicted by nearly everyone, by eleven, Santana and Brittany were already drunk. Quinn hadn't touched a drop and she was quite proud of herself. She actually felt better not drinking. She was probably going to be the only sober that night, which was weird, she wasn't used to seeing Santana and Brittany act this way. Well...if she was she couldn't remember.

She watched as Brittany became more naked as the night went on and Santana becoming clinging...and not surprisingly horny. She sipped her orange and craned her neck around the room. Brittany and Santana had gone off to dance so she was sitting alone in the corner of Rhea's livingroom. She saw Rachel almost immediately, moving her head around to get a better view. The small singer seemed to be latched on to somebody, giggling away. Mercedes and Tina were next to her, chatting quietly to some girls from school. Quinn couldn't see who Rachel was with so she stood up. At first she thought it was Kurt but then she recognised the boy as one of the football players. The football player, Quinn couldn't remember his name had his hand on Rachel's waist, but he was moving it up her body slowly. Quinn quickly put her drink down and hurried over, why weren't Mercedes and Tina stopping him? They looked sober, unlike Rachel.

"Hey!" she shouted, standing in front of them, trying to be heard over the music.

The guy had his hand on the side of Rachel's breast. He didn't remove it when he saw Quinn, he just looked up, he was drunk.

"Hey Quinny!" Rachel cried.

The guy still hadn't removed his hand.

"Hey! You wanna remove your hand while you still have one!" Quinn yelled at him.

"Why sweetheart? You want me to come with you instead?" he slurred.

Mercedes and Tina had heard the commotion and were pulling Rachel away from the creep. Quinn lowered her voice, leaning in towards him.

"I'm queen at school, I can ruin you." she threatened.

He breathed lowly, Quinn could smell the alcohol on his breath. She was repulsed but she didn't back down.

"I'd like to see you try..." he breathed.

He looked to the girls on his right then back to Quinn. He put his drink down and moved his grubby hand up her thigh. Quinn didn't have time to react before two strong arms were wrapped around the waist and she was pulled away. She watched as Puck yanked the guy up by his football jacket, whisper something in his ear then punch him in the jaw. The room went silent apart from the booming music as the slimly guy dropped to the ground. There were a few screams and Quinn saw Santana and Brittany rush over to her. Puck held his soon to be bruised hand and turned to see if she was okay. The look of concern and fear in his face made Quinn want to cry. She stared at him for a few seconds before she heard Santana scream out to him to watch out. He spun round but was to slow and the guy landed a fist right onto Puck's nose. He stumbled backwards but got a hold of himself quickly, he wiped some of the flowing blood away from his nose with the back of his hand before rounding on the guy again.

Quinn heard Finn and Santana swear as the two boys got into a proper brawl, crashing into the furniture. She gasped as Brittany pulled her away, to join the rest of the girls and now Artie and Kurt. Finn, Mike and Matt jumped in to break up the fight. Mike and Matt pulling the jock away and Finn trying to take Puck out of the situation. Rhea had obviously turned the music off because all anyone could hear now was the boys shouting and the girls squealing. Santana, who always seemed to get involved in fights, had started screaming at a girl and Mercedes had to drag her away.

Tears sprung to Quinn's eyes. She looked over to Rachel who looked like a scared child. She mentally kicked herself, how could she have been so stupid, taking Rachel to a party, she had never been to a party before. She hadn't had a drink before. She pulled Rachel to her, grabbing her hand. The guys had managed to stop the fight but it still looked like Puck wanted to tear the guy to shreds. Finn had his hand on his arm, just incase he lost it again. Mike was still holding the guy back, the slime ball writhing around, yelling at Puck.

All of a sudden, from outside, there was a siren noise, they all looked round to see red and blue lights through the net curtains in the window.

"Shit." Santana muttered.

Quinn sighed but kept hold of Rachel's hand. The brunette was swaying and she had a green twinge to her cheeks. The police, great, that's all they needed. She looked at her watch. It was quarter to twelve and Santana, Brittany and Rachel were drunk, Puck was bleeding and the rest were either tipsy or scared out of their wits. Her own heart was racing, one for the hand she had had on her thigh and two for Puck fighting for her.

The police opened the unlocked door, banging it on the wall. The two officers strode over to the bleeding boys. One checked them over and the other started to get everyone out. Kurt and Artie got Mercedes and Tina out with everyone else. Which left Quinn to deal with Rachel, Santana and Brittany. Mike and Matt got questioned but they had nothing really do with it and were relatively sober so they got told to go home. They met Quinn in the garden, where all the teenagers from the home were gathered.

"What do we do?" Santana said.

"Puck and Finn have been asked for parents numbers, the police have already rang the home." Mike told them.

"Shit!" Santana moaned.

"Who phoned the bloody police?" Quinn asked.

"The next door neighbours, they heard screams and pottery breaking." Matt said.

"We are so dead..." Mercedes moaned.

They heard a police radio and turned back to the house. Puck and Finn were being loaded into one police car and the slimy jock into another that had just arrived. They were obviously getting taken back to the home. Quinn looked a second time at her watch, it was after twelve, though it didn't really matter now. Maggie would be waiting for the police to drop Puck and Finn off.

"Come on then guys, we've got to get back." Quinn said.

They nodded and set off on the short walk up to the care home. All dreading what was to come.