Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor anything to do with it. I just like to play with the storyline.

Rachel was sitting on the floor in her bedroom, staring at her now blank walls. She was trying to decide what color scheme to go with. She needed the pink and yellow gone; they represented everything she wasn't.

Her dads were gone on some month long business trip, no surprise, so her music was turned up to a deafening level. She started to softly sing along with the song.

"Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget
No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret
There is a fire inside of this heart
And a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?"

Her phone vibrating on her knee brought her back to reality.

Favorite Jew: Sup babe? Trouty lip bored. We r comin ovr

She rolled her eyes and began typing out her response when a loud banging on her bedroom door startled her. She jumped up and ran to it, swinging it open.

"Jesus Christ Noah! What the fuck? A little warning like 'Oh, by the way we're here' would have done!" she spat at him. He just rolled his eyes and pushed past her, leaving Sam standing there awkwardly.

"Uhmm.. H-hi," he stuttered out, rubbing his neck.

Rachel rolled her eyes before pulling him into the room. It had become eerily quiet, and she noticed Noah standing in front of her stereo rolling his eyes at her.

"Really princess? We could have been murderers and you'd have never heard us come in. Oh wait, you didn't!" he grinned at her. She couldn't even dignify a proper response and just ended up muttering a "fuck off," instead.

Sam, finally over the awkwardness, sat down on a chair that was in the room. "So, what we're you doing before we showed up?" he asked.

She walked over to where she had been sitting on the floor and picked up a stack of paint swatches that she had ended up discarding earlier.

"I was trying to pick one of these for my room," she tossed the packet to him. He caught it, barely.

Noah walked over to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder. "Wow, sounds like so much fucking fun." Note the sarcasm.

"Fuck off Puckerman," she growled. "This room looks like shit. You could help me decide instead of being an ass hat."

"Ah, but where is the fun in that?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Deciding to play dirty, she leaned up to his ear and spoke softly so only he could hear. "Oh, but it would have been, had you come alone," she gently bit down on his earlobe, smirking when it earned at frustrated growl from him.

She abruptly stepped away from him and walked over to Sam, peering over his shoulder. He seemed to be lost in thought. She leaned down and whispered, "BOO!" She was very satisfied when he let out a very feminine shriek and jumped about a foot off the chair.

"Oh fucking shit, that was just too good! Sammy, you are never living that down!" she couldn't stop laughing.

Sam, who was utterly embarrassed by his actions, had turned a beet red all the way to the tips of his ears.

"What were you thinking about Sammy?" she smirked at him.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, not sure how to answer. You. "Uh nothing," he decided on. Wow, fucktard. Good job. Like she won't catch that lie.

"Riiiiight," she drawled out, before deciding she didn't care. "So! What brings you boys here?" she asked, settling back down on the floor in her previous spot.

Sam shifted in the chair, before turned his gaze to Puck. Puck decided he should answer.

"Well your dads are gone, we were bored. It's a Friday, by the way. Shouldn't you be out with that gang of yours, the Skunks or something?"

"The Skanks Noah. And no. I don't really care to hang out with those losers. They're dumber than Finn, and that's kind of hard to do," she snickered. "Anyways, the only things they talk about are how much their lives suck. Gets old after about five minutes," she shrugged.

"Well then tonight is your lucky night babe," he grinned and pulled out a small baggy from his pocket. "Still got your bong?" he asked.

She turned to Sam, quirking an eyebrow. "Since when did Sammy boy like to get high?"

He grinned before standing up and putting an arm around her shoulder. "Rachel, please. I'm from Kentucky. What do you think we do there?" He laughed and squeezed her arm lightly before walking over to Puck and taking the bag. Opening it, he inhaled and grinned. "Good stuff Puckerman."

"Enough small talk, let's get this lame ass party started!" he yelled at the two of them.

A while later found Rachel, Noah, and Sam leaning against various surfaces in her room with bags of chips and soda spread around them. Rachel was about to speak but her phone beeped, alerting her of a text.

Satan: Hey midget wut r u doin rite now?

Berry: I'm actually not sure. Noah is here. And Sammy. Did you know Sammy has big lips? I like them. Do you think he would mind if I licked them?

Satan: Are you high Berry?

Berry: Noooooo…. Maybe.

Satan: I'm comin ovr, b there in 5.

Berry: Yayyyy! It's a party!

Exactly five minutes later found Santana banging on the Berry's front door, yelling for Rachel to let her in. Finally, the door opened to reveal a grinning Puck.

"Sup Lopez? Couldn't stay away from the Puckster?" he leered at her.

"Ugh, you wish. Where is Ra- um Berry?" she asked as she pushed her way past him and into the foyer. He ignored her question and took her hand, pulling her up the stairs to Rachel's room. When they got inside, it was to find Rachel straddling Sam's thighs and her lips firmly attached to his.

"Oh fuck! My eyes!" Santana screeched, breaking Sam and Rachel apart. If possible, Sam's lips looked puffier. "Jesus guppy lips! Stop groping her ass!" she shouted at him when she noticed his hands wandering down Rachel's back.

Rachel started to giggle uncontrollably, and ended up snorting with laughter upon seeing Santana's disgusted expression. Finally, she removed her body from Sam's and bounded over to Santana.

"Sanny! I missed you! I feel like we haven't spoken in days!" she pouted. Reaching for the Latinas hand, she pulled her over to a cleared spot near hers on the floor. "We should play a game!"

Santana rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh at the situation. Who would have ever thought, Rachel Diva Berry, higher than a kite. "What do you have in mind Berry?" she asked, amused. By this time, Puck had rejoined them on the floor, sitting opposite Santana. Sam had seated himself right next to Rachel, practically on top of her, much to Santana's disgust and Puck's jealousy.

Rachel clapped her hands together excitedly before shouting "Truth or dare!"

A/N: Song: Hurricane- 30 Seconds To Mars

Also, no disrespect to Kentucky people. ;) I only used that state because Sam is originally from there.

I know this is short, well... they all are. I am doing this because I'd like to spread the story out. I didn't plan for it to be very long, so I rather it be spread out instead of all lumped together.