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Author's Note: Let me just say that I am in love with writing about these characters. Each and every one of them is starting to have their own voices in their head, and I really hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoy writing it! :D
If you have any questions on past relationships between characters or any questions at all, please write this in a review and I'll address them after the next chapter! I'm working on posting pictures of the cabin up on my bio, so stay tuned for that. Much more angst on the way in the next few chapters! I promise the story won't completely be angsty, but what you have to understand is that a lot of the characters hate each other's guts right now, so not everything is going to be happy.
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Chapter Three
SunshinePOV
10:00 PM, and the party was absolutely insane. I'd overheard that there were large amounts of alcohol inside of the cabin, but I'd never expected this much. The place was loaded, and although I wasn't normally a drinker, I couldn't resist when everyone else was drinking frequently.
A large sum of us had gathered in the basement, in the game room, with flat-screens everywhere and a pool table in the center, and a spiral staircase upstairs. There was a mini bar off to the side, a large brick fireplace, and it was gorgeous. I sat on a couch, the Irish kid Rory next to me. Matt, Sugar, Karofsky and Sam were all sprawled in various positions along the floor, while Artie's wheelchair was next to me, Lauren by the mini-bar. It had taken me awhile, but I'd gotten all the names down, though I still wasn't comfortable with all of Finn's friends.
"Let's go!" shrieked Lauren, walking toward the group with a handful of shot glasses, as some very heavy-smelling liquor sat in the middle of us. She was extremely intimidating and it had taken me awhile to get used to her; even now, I was afraid of her as she plopped on the other side of Artie, handing me a shot glass.
"What game?" screeched Sugar, in a nasally voice. I could tell already that not many people in the group liked her. "Because, when I was in Paris-"
"Shut up, dumb bitch," said Lauren menacingly, giving Sugar a death glare, and she immediately fell silent. The girl could talk, but she clearly wasn't going to pick a fight with Zizes. "I don't really know what game, actually. I figured truth or dare?"
"Let's do it, baby!" Out of everyone in the group, Matt was clearly the most hammered. I'd never seen this side of him - I was used to him being quiet and not really saying much - but he was extremely energetic. "Uhh…Sunshine, truth or dare?"
"Truth," I said automatically. There was no way I was going to do any drunken dare that Matt threw at me, regardless of how much it might entertain the rest of the group.
Matt pondered this for a second, as his head spun - it was almost comical how much alcohol he'd consumed. "Do you like any of us?"
The question had taken me off guard. "W-What?"
"Like, do you want be to friends with any of us?" slurred Matt. "I'm veeeery surprised that you're not upstairs with Jesse, and the rest of them."
"I don't mind you guys," I shrugged, speaking slowly, because Lauren's presence was intimidating me. Truly, it had been a little weird for me to break off from Harmony, Sebastian and Jesse, but I had wanted to prove that it wasn't going to be Rachel's people against Finn's people. I really wanted to make friends here. "I'm just a little nervous about this whole situation, that's all."
"Don't be," whispered Artie, leaning over the arm of his wheelchair, and I could feel myself blushing. "We don't bite, I promise…well, except maybe Zizes."
"Oh, screw you, Abrams," said Lauren nastily, but clearly there was a tone of sarcasm in her voice. "Besides, sweetheart - I like you. You're not as fake as that dumb bitch Smythe, or as retarded-looking as her brother, so I'll go easy."
Everyone laughed, and during this, Artie leaned it to me. "I'll watch out for you."
I could feel my heart racing, but the eye contact we made genuinely made me smile. Wanting to make the game continue, I turned to the extremely fake-looking girl near me, who was very clearly checking out Matt's ass as he danced around the room to the music blasting from the surround-sound speakers. "Sugar, truth or dare?"
"Dare," she said, just as automatically as I'd responded. Sugar wasn't even bothering to remove her eyes from Matt's back-side, gaining a chuckle from Lauren.
"Make out with Matt," I said quietly. Next to me, Lauren burst in to laughter and pounded knuckles with me, while Rory, Karofsky and Sam raised their eyebrows. Was she really going to do it? On the first night?
"Let's go, sweetheart," Sugar jumped off of her feet, tackling Matt in a wide-mouthed kiss as tongues sloshed everywhere, and they moaned. Lauren fake-vomited, as did Artie, and the entire group winced.
After a solid thirty seconds, they pulled apart, and made eye contact for a second. "Yeah…" said Matt slowly."…We'll be in my room if you need us." Laughter exploded around the room as Matt threw Sugar on to his back and flew up the staircase, as she smiled like she was the luckiest girl in the world.
"They're idiots," murmured Lauren.
"Nah, I'd definitely tap that," said Sam confidently, gaining a laugh from Rory. "That dick better not do anything in my bed - we're sharing a room, after all."
"Oooooh, someone's jealous, Evans," fake-swooned Lauren, leaning in to him jokingly. "Remember when you transferred and everyone thought that you were gay for Hummel?"
"I don't want to talk about it," said Sam, crossing his arms and leaning back, while Karofsky and Rory cracked up next to him. "Well, Lauren, since you seem to be so willing to talk this evening, truth or dare?"
"Oh, dare," said Lauren, leaning in excitedly. "There's nothing bad enough for this bitch, Evans; I dare you to try and get one that I won't do."
"Go ask Puck to make out with you."
The second Sam whispered out the last word, everyone in the room exploded in to laughter as Lauren's face got red. Everyone knew that they'd broken up a little while back, and clearly Lauren still had feelings for him as she punched Sam on the arm. "You dick, I'm not doing it." Obviously wanting to direct the attention off of her, Lauren turned to Karofsky, the quiet one in the group. "Karofsky, truth or dare?"
Karofsky frowned slightly. It was clear that he hadn't wanted to play the game from the start. As Karofsky pondered this, Lauren leaned in to the middle, grabbing the glass of alcohol and pouring seconds, but Artie and I were the only ones to say no. "I don't drink much," whispered Artie to me.
"Me neither," I responded back, smiling slightly. He seemed to understand how uncomfortable I was with the alcohol, and though I'd seen him go full-out on the booze before, it seemed as though that he was genuinely trying to be a good friend.
"I'll take a truth," said Karofsky finally, gulping down his shot like it was a glass of water, not the strongest shot I'd ever smelled.
"How's your new school?"
"Eh," Karofsky shrugged, clearly not able to find the right words to describe it. It was something we'd all been curious about - everyone, even me, knew that Karofsky had bullied Kurt in the past, so the fact that he was at the cabin shocked us all. "The guys are dicks. I don't play football anymore."
"Aw," Lauren frowned. "I'm sorry. Glad you got a bunch of cool friends like us though, aren't you?"
Karofsky laughed. "It's good to be included, sure." Now, sensing that it just hadn't been him and Lauren in the room and seeing all the stares from everyone around him, Karofsky blushed and said, "Flanagan, truth or dare?"
"Truth," said Rory quietly. He, like Karofsky, didn't really seem to make sense inside of the cabin. Transferring from Ireland, he'd been living at Brittany's house, so clearly she couldn't leave him home, but still, Rory didn't look like he fit in with the rest of us.
"Do you have feelings for Brittany?"
The question had caught everyone off-guard, and I immediately looked up to Artie. Karofsky and Rory seemed to be completely clueless that Artie and Brittany sort of had feelings for another, and Artie's face was stiff, completely unreadable by me. Lauren and Sam both leaned in quietly, trying to see what Rory would say.
Rory pondered this for a moment. "I guess, yeah. It's hard coming in to a new country, but she's been really nice to me, so I'd love to be her boyfriend, yes."
Karofsky nodded, and Rory then asked Sam a question. As the attention was on the rest of the circle, I leaned in to Artie. "Are you two dating?"
Artie sighed. "I'm not really sure, to be honest. We kind of hook up from time to time, but she doesn't seem to want to be in a committed relationship."
"You're a great guy," I smiled. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."
He smiled back, and it actually seemed like I'd made a friend.
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MikePOV
11:00 PM. The grotto was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. There were waterfalls everywhere, and the lights were dimmed, as the three-level hot tub was rock all around. We'd all decided that it'd be kind of fun to swim while it was snowing outside, so everyone had stripped down to their bathing suits and hopped in.
I had my arm around Tina, and she leaned her head in to the nook of my shoulder. She looked beautiful. It felt so good knowing that I'd be able to spend this time with Tina, but we'd gotten more and more distant, considering college and how far apart we'd be. I hoped that this vacation would pull us back together.
Around the grotto in various positions were Finn, Quinn, Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Shane and Puck, who clearly looked like the most uncomfortable one in the room, considering he had no one to be with. I'd known Puck for years, but it was odd seeing him single. Lauren had definitely done something to him.
"So, what the hell's the deal with Sebastian, huh?" said Puck, as the wine was passed around the grotto. Tina was clearly getting tipsy as she stirred next to me, but I'd refrained from drinking, wanting to be the responsible one in the group. "He pissin' you off yet, Hummel?"
"Don't even get me started," growled Kurt. "I don't like him one bit."
"I told you Kurt, you can trust me," murmured Blaine, rolling his eyes. He was more muscular than I'd expected he could be, and he had his arm around Kurt leisurely, but Kurt didn't look real comfortable with Sebastian being in the house. We'd all seen the way that Sebastian had flirted with Blaine at Scandals, and Tina told me that Kurt had basically flipped a shit on the guy. "He's not even attractive."
"Oh, don't lie," said Kurt, rolling his eyes and hitting Blaine on the shoulder. "Clearly he's attractive, Blaine, but I don't really care. I trust you." They leaned in for a kiss, and Mercedes, Tina and Quinn all smiled.
"I'll keep an eye on him, Hummel," said Puck solemnly. "No asshole's going to mess with you, I swear." It was odd, seeing how close Puck and Kurt had grown. Blaine seemed to be a common link between the two, and while Puck used to bully Kurt, they now almost seemed like brothers.
"Thanks, Puck," nodded Kurt, but then his eyebrow rose mischievously. "So who do you find attractive nowadays? I'm not used to seeing the 'Puckasaurus' single."
"Eh," Puck shrugged. "Fabray's pretty bangin'." He pointed to Quinn, who was sitting an awkward distance away from Finn, and her eyes opened in surprise.
"Wow, Noah, how sweet," she said icily. I wasn't able to tell where Quinn's mind was at, but her head was clearly spinning, as was Finn's. None of us knew how close Finn and Quinn were with one another, because they tended to keep that pretty private, but as the time expanded after Puck's statement, Quinn seemed to almost inch further away from Finn, and he didn't even seem to care.
How odd.
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RachelPOV
Midnight had come more rapidly than it ever had, but mostly because I'd been spending time with Jesse, the love of my life. We hadn't moved an inch from our bed since we'd entered the house, and we had the TV on, with the new Twilight movie playing.
"I really don't like Jacob," said Jesse blandly, sticking out his tongue. "I understand he loves Bella, but how can anyone get in the way of them and Edward?"
I giggled, and Jesse opened his eyes toward me. "What?"
"I just think it's funny that you watch Twilight," I giggled more, and Jesse scoffed, mock-offended, but I could tell he was laughing, and I smacked his shoulder jokingly. "Are you Team Edward or Team Jacob?"
"Oh, Team Edward all day," said Jesse, which ignited another laugh from me. "Oh, now you're just setting me up!"
Jesse picked me up, as I screamed and giggled at the same time, begging him to let me go. Tossing me over his shoulders, he began to run around the room, as I giggled some more, until he finally dropped me on the bed, completely dizzy and confused.
"I just want to spend these entire three weeks with you," said Jesse quietly, lying down next to me and kissing me on the cheek. "I love you, Rachel."
The proclamation completely shocked me. It was the first time he'd ever said I love you! I was completely analyzing what to say in the situation, but then I remembered that it wasn't that hard. "I love you too, Jesse." I smiled, and we began kissing slowly.
After a couple of seconds, I pulled away. "Can we get some food? I'm starving."
Tossing me on his back as I giggled just as much as I had before, Jesse sprinted through the door of the master bedroom and down three flights of stairs until we reached the mini-kitchen on the third floor. There was only one couple in the room, and it completely shocked me as to who they were; Sugar and Matt were making out on one of the granite counter-tops, and immediately it set off some red flags.
"Um, could you please get off the counter?" I said loudly, clearing my voice. Sugar and Matt looked up from their kiss, Matt embarrassed, but Sugar defiant.
"Yeah, sorry Rach," said Matt, grabbing Sugar's hand. "Come on, babe; let's head up to our room."
"No, I don't want to," said Sugar loudly, and immediately I stiffened. Didn't the girl realize that the only reason she was here is because her father had bribed us? None of us even wanted her in the house, so if she was smart, she would've cleared out. "You can't kick us out of here, Berry, so why don't you just leave me and my man alone?"
"Actually, Motta, I own this house," I said icily, inching a step forward to her. She let go of Matt's hand and jumped up from the table so that our noses were practically touching, as we stared each other in the eyes. "Now please do not make out on the counters." I looked over Sugar, to Matt. "She's nasty, Matt; I don't know what you're thinking."
"Now listen to me, you dumb bitch," said Sugar, stepping in to me so that literally, our noses were now touching. I wasn't backing up. "I don't know who you think you are, but you best back up before I kill you, alright? Your voice sucks, you're ugly and you lost Hudson, one of the hottest guys in the house, so if you were smart-"
My voice cut her off immediately, and it was a tone that I didn't even know I had inside of me. "Don't you dare bring him up, you vile, repulsive human being. I swear to God I'll throw your ass out in the snow and make you walk home, and don't you even try and test me, alright, Richy Bitch?"
Matt immediately stepped in between us. He was an odd type of drunk, one who could immediately sober up if the situation got out of hand. "Let's go, Sugar," Matt said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulders in a fire-man carry. "You've had too much to drink, sweetheart; let's head up to my room. We've got some business to do." As Sugar screamed and pounded on his back, he carried her out, and we didn't break eye contact.
"I'm proud of you, babe," said Jesse from behind me, intertwining my hand with his. "She must've been shaking in her boots."
"Matt's an idiot," I shook my head in disgust. He had a tendency to hook up with random girls at parties, and it was something that we'd often told him not to do, but there was no stopping Matt Rutherford when he got drunk. "Let's go back upstairs."
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RoryPOV
1 AM. These people were the craziest partiers I'd ever seen and, considering that I frequented several Irish bars on Saturday evenings, that was saying a lot.
As the truth or dare game broke up and the rest of the gang spread out upstairs to join the various parties happening, most of them heading in to the grotto, I knew what I had to do. Walking up the spiral staircase, I reached the main floor, where a majority of people were partying. Brittany was grinding up on Puck, and I grabbed her hand.
"What's up, Rory?" She said. Puck seemed upset and grumbled and walked off, but I pulled her to the side of the dance-floor. "Do you have any magical wishes to grant me?"
"Can we…talk for a second, Brit?" I said, uncomfortably, because Santana was glaring daggers from the other side of the floor, but at this moment, I didn't care. "Up in my room?"
"Sure, yeah," said Brittany, shrugging and motioning to Puck that she'd be right back. She was so drunk that she could barely walk, and we stumbled up the stairs until we collapsed in to my room, one I shared with Karofsky. We were sitting an equal distance apart on my bed, and I looked her straight in the eyes.
"Look, Brittany," I said, inhaling deeply. This had to be said. "I'm in love with you."
Brittany's eyes widened nervously, as she took me in. "Rory…"
"No, Brittany, let me finish," I held my hand up, closing my eyes and signaling for her to stop. "I've loved you since I came here from Ireland, and I want to spend this entire time with you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Rory…" Brittany genuinely seemed like she didn't know what to say. "Look, you're not a bad guy, but I have feelings for someone else, and I don't want any drama-"
I leaned in and kissed her so passionately on the mouth that it took my breath away. For a second, her lips hesitated, but then she was kissing me back, full-force, our tongues intertwining, and I was completely losing control of it as she fought back harder-
The door creaked open, and we immediately drew away in shock. Standing in the doorway was Karofsky, holding a beer in my hand.
"Umm…I-I…uh, I, uh, I gotta go," Karofsky's face turned as red as his shirt as he slammed the door shut before either one of us could get in a word. I turned to Brittany, and found to my shock that she was crying.
"I need to go, Rory," Brittany stammered, storming out of the window with her hands over her eyes.
Oh, American woman. They were so difficult!
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SamPOV
2 AM. The noises coming from the room I shared with Matt were nauseating, and we could hear Sugar's moaning, as Lauren laughed-out-loud, trying her best to hide her laughter, but it was hard. Sugar's screaming was just as nasally as in real life, and I was tempted to make sure they weren't anywhere near my stuff, but I didn't want to completely cock-block Matt, even though it was Sugar Motta he was banging.
Lauren, Karofsky and I were all spread out on the floor in Lauren's and Sugar's room, mostly because we didn't really fit in with the rest of the group. I hadn't expected to befriend these two, and it had really caught me off-guard when they invited me to join them up in Lauren's room. Lauren was a tough cookie, as was Karofsky, but they seemed to get along with one another like brother and sister almost.
"I swear to God, that bitch better not touch my things," I murmured. "I'll knock Matt out if she goes anywhere near my guitar."
Lauren laughed even harder. "What is Rutherford thinking? She's the nastiest girl I'd ever seen! Besides, I thought he was with Lopez?"
"Nah, that ended awhile ago," I shrugged. "Me and Santana had a thing after that, don't you remember?" Lauren tried remembering, but she shook her head no. I barely remembered either. It had come and gone so quickly that it had made my head spin.
"Yeah, so did I, before I transferred," Karofsky snarled, as if he was remembering a horrible dream. "Such a horrible beard."
Lauren and I chimed in on that one, cracking up. Everyone had known Karofsky was gay, so the fact that he'd tried dating Santana to hide it was rather hilarious. "By the way, did I tell you what I saw early? The leprechaun and Brittany were making out in Brittany's bed."
Lauren and I both looked at Karofsky, completely horrified, but he nodded his eyes open wide. "What did you do?" said Lauren, invested in the story.
"What was I supposed to do?" laughed Karofsky. "I ran out! I'm not trying to be a cock-block or anything, but wasn't she with Abrams?"
"None of us know," I shrugged. "She probably has a thing with Puck, Santana and the rest of the house too. No one can keep track of Brittany."
Sugar's moaning had reached an all-time high, and Lauren was wiping tears from her eyes as we laughed at one particular scream that seemed to last a total of twelve seconds.
"What happened with you and Lopez, Zizes?" asked Karofsky, turning to her curiously. He'd very much gotten out of the loop since he transferred out of McKinley. "I'm curious. Weren't you two in love or some shit?"
"Eh," Lauren shrugged. "He said that he still had feelings for Fabray, so I ended it real quick. I'm a lioness; I'm not having my man likin' some other girl."
Mine and Karofsky's jaws fell open in shock. "For real?"
Lauren nodded. "It's not particularly something I'm proud of, but oh well. You like her still, Sam, don't you?"
I looked up to see Lauren and Karofsky staring at me eagerly. "For real?" I laughed out loud. "Nah, Quinn and I are only friends. She's not the one for me - I learned that awhile ago. But, Mercedes on the other hand…"
"I knew it!" shouted Karofsky, pounding knuckles with Lauren. "You can just tell, bro. Don't make it too obvious, 'cause Tinsley'll kick your ass very quickly."
"I don't want to like, come between them, but I just have feelings for Mercedes," I shrugged. It was hard to explain. I hadn't wanted to move away, not even a little bit, but I'd had to in order to keep living in a house. It was what had to be done, and I thought that Mercedes would understand, but she hadn't, and now this was the chance for me.
Shane was the only problem. He was great for her, and one of the nicest guys I'd met. I didn't want to get in between them, but I had feelings for her, and I wasn't one to hide my feelings if I liked someone.
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FinnPOV
4 AM, and the time was absolutely flying by. I could almost already feel the hangover I was going to have in the morning - I didn't like it - but I didn't really care, considering how much fun we were having.
Quinn, Puck, Santana, Mike, Tina, Blaine, Kurt, Mercedes and Shane were all in various positions around the grotto, no one really having moved. Puck had disappeared for awhile, and he'd brought back Santana with him, who was in more of a pissed off mood than I'd seen her lately, though I couldn't tell why.
Quinn was acting…different. She wasn't as bubbly and flirty as she was around me, and I knew why - Puck had confessed that he still found her attractive, and that wasn't something that Quinn expected. I could practically see the gears spinning in her head, but it didn't bother me too much. If I'd loved her as much as I loved Rachel, it would've been different, but Quinn wasn't like that for me.
I truthfully hadn't wanted to cheat on Rachel. I really hadn't, and I know it sounds stupid, but I have no other way to explain it. I hated Jesse from the moment he re-entered our lives. He'd failed out of college, he claimed that he wanted to be a show-choir consultant, and Rachel bought it right away. I couldn't believe he was helping us, but of course she believed him, because he was Jesse, charming Jesse.
The closer they grew, the more Quinn was there for me. She'd hit rock bottom, as had I. It killed her seeing Beth with Shelby, and it killed me seeing Jesse with Rachel. I could recall at least half a dozen times where Quinn and I would meet up in some empty parking lot and drink until we could barely see straight, and just talk.
It was just talking, at first. I talking about how I felt about Rachel, her about Beth, but gradually, it expanded. I was getting more and more nervous about getting a football scholarship for college, and Quinn was worried about not living up to the expectations that her parents had for her. They were strict, very strict, and I'd experienced that before.
We got close, we had many heart-to-hearts, but I never even dreamed of cheating on Rachel. A couple of weeks later, she promised me that she and Jesse were through, they weren't friends anymore, and she apologized to me several times until I accepted. So, when Quinn told me she missed me and I saw Rachel and Jesse outside the party, it just all exploded and I didn't know what to do-
I regretted it. Of course I regretted it. Quinn and I never had what Rachel and I had. The words we spoke, they were things that I felt I couldn't say to Rachel because of him. And since it was Quinn, my first love, who ran off and got impregnated by my best friend, I wanted her trust back, I wanted her companionship back.
I understood why Rachel didn't forgive me, but she didn't understand why I didn't forgive her. Truthfully, I felt bad about how the rest of my friends had cheated her, particularly Mercedes and Kurt, who had been close with her until the break-up. They treated her like she was the bad one, like she had cheated.
I understood, though, because she pretty much had. The time she and Jesse had spent together was more numerous than mine and Quinn's, and I should have intervened, and it would've stopped everything. But I didn't, because Quinn was pre-occupying me. So as much as it was my fault, everyone knew that Jesse was the sole catalyst of the break-up, and while I'd cheated, I'd physically cheated, I guess my friends found Rachel to blame.
So, as Mike discussed what college he planned on attending in the spring, I was naturally shocked when Rachel, Jesse, Sunshine, Harmony and Sebastian entered through the door to the grotto, laughing nonchalantly as if this was completely normal.
She was stunning. She'd grown so much. Her hair was flowing, and she wore a bright red bikini that made her body look like a super-model's. It was hard to focus on her with Jesse's arm around her, but I was trying.
"Oh, I'm sorry," piped up Harmony, seemingly the first to notice that we were occupying the grotto. Though she was normally suave, she clearly was uncomfortable. "We can leave-"
"No, it's fine," said Kurt, from behind me. "This is a shared grotto. Come in, and join."
Clearly the five looked nervously between one another, but Sunshine was the first to sit inside of the grotto, near Mike and Tina with a smile. Harmony, Sebastian, Jesse and Rachel all gradually joined, though Rachel obviously turned her eyes away from me.
"What are we up to?" said Sunshine cheerfully. Clearly something had changed her mood, because she always tended to be the nervous one, but it made me actually smile that she was trying so hard to bridge the gap between us. "Truth or dare?"
Tina nodded. Sunshine was clearly brightening her day. "Yeah, we're playing. Umm…Harmony, truth or dare?"
Harmony was clearly surprised at being called out by Tina, but she played along with it. "Well, being the rebel that I am, dare." This gained a chuckle out of Tina.
Tina pondered for a moment, but eventually, a smirk grew on her face. I knew this smirk. It was one that made it clear that she knew exactly what to do to make Harmony squirm, and it was going to be great. "Make out with Puck."
The entire grotto exploded, as Santana raised her eyebrows, and Quinn shifted uncomfortably next to me. Sebastian wolf-whistled, and Jesse leaned it, to see if Harmony would truly do it.
"Well, I'm a woman of my word," shrugged Harmony. "Come on, Lopez, let's go."
They leaned in for one of the sloppiest kisses I'd seen, but from what I could tell, both were trying their hardest to impress the other. They had huge egos, and clearly, neither one was going to back down until Tina muttered "Stop", clearly impressed.
"Wow," said Puck, pulling himself out of the lip-lock while Harmony smiled a little smirk to her friends. "You just rocked my world, babe."
"That's what they tell me," shrugged Harmony, garnering a laugh from Santana. Now, sensing the attention was on her, Harmony turned it back over to my group of friends, clearly trying to make things less awkward, and I appreciated her greatly for this. "Uh, Santana, truth or dare?"
"I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent, bitch," scoffed Santana, as if asking for what she wanted was a huge insult. "Dare."
"Make out with Blaine," said Harmony automatically. She was clearly drunk, but she added with a little smirk, "I've always found him sexy, so letting another girl experience twenty seconds in heaven with him is good enough for me."
Kurt growled protectively, but Santana only cackled. "Alright, Anderson, let's go. Oh, calm your shit, Hummel, I swear that I won't 'turn him straight' or some shit." Their kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, and Santana laughed.
"I've got to go to the bathroom," I murmured to Mercedes, removing myself from the grotto pretty quickly. At 4 AM, when you were completely drunk and had vomit boiling inside of you, you didn't want to throw up in a nice hand-built grotto in your family's million-dollar cabin, so I slowly took myself out of the room.
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HarmonyPOV
The game had ended sharply around 5 AM, as we all agreed that we should get some rest before the next morning. No one wanted to spend an entire day sleeping, and we wanted to fully experience the cabin for what it was. Sure, the party had been nasty, but it was the first night, and what everyone had expected.
'Bastian and I were sharing a room, which I was fine with. We didn't fight as much as other brothers and sisters did, partly because we were step-siblings. Sebastian's rich mother had brought him all around the world, and when she and my father, a Senator, met, it was like instant love. They still travel, so when he's around, it makes me happy.
As I walked through the mini-kitchen, I could hear shouting coming from one of the many living rooms in the cabin. Entering the back room with Sebastian by my side, I could see shrill words exchanging between Rachel and Sugar, who instantly had become the person I most hated in the house.
"Hey, come on, break it up guys," I said, elbowing my way between the girls, as Sebastian wrapped his arms quickly around Rachel, and carried her out of the room. Just for good measure, I walked toward Sugar. "And listen, bitch. Tone it down, alright? We all know you want attention, but you're banging Rutherford, one of the hottest guys around, and your dad's friggin' rich. Calm your shit, okay? Before I throw your ass on to the street and curb-stomp your pathetic ass face."
Sugar clearly was horribly offended by my words and, seeing that I'd done my job, I retreated back to my room.
"Oi vey," Sebastian re-entered our bedroom, collapsing on to his bed, on the other side of the room. "Jesse's got his hands full with her, doesn't he?"
I rolled my eyes. Jesse had quickly become one of my closest friends. We'd met each other at orientation for NYADA, and when our rooms ended up being right across the hall from each other, we knew it was fate. We'd bonded quickly, and I thanked him for introducing me to Sunshine…and Rachel.
I didn't like the girl. It had taken all of the eighteen years of acting training I'd gotten in order to portray honestly that I liked Rachel Berry. I'd lent her my clothes. I'd let her use my things. I'd been as nice as I could to her, so much that it almost pained me that I had an ulterior motive.
Jesse was mine. Clearly Finn and Rachel were still in love with one another, and I'd played the steps carefully. I'd befriended Rachel. I'd encouraged them to date. Over the way, however, I'd planted seeds of doubt in Jesse's mind. I'd pointed out little conversations between Rachel and Finn, little fights between Quinn and Finn. I couldn't tell if it was working, but it was all I had to do.
Sebastian had been there every step of the way. Jesse was the perfect guy for me. Our voices meshed perfectly well together, our personalities meshed, and I knew right away he was for me. He'd had some unresolved feelings for Berry? Get over them, Jesse. He didn't seem to realize that I and Rachel was virtually the same person, except the fact that I was more talented and better-looking, but hopefully soon he would.
"How do you think I'm doing?" I whispered suddenly, dropping my voice so that only Sebastian could hear me, as he lay on the bed opposite mine. "On a scale of 1-10, how convincing is my 'friendship' with Rachel?"
"Oh, ten," purred Sebastian, pounding his fist against mine. "The bitch doesn't see anything coming. How about Blaine and I?"
"Be careful," I warned him, glancing toward the door to make sure that no one was there. "Kurt's a lot smarter than Rachel, 'Bastian. I think he's on to you."
Sebastian rolled his eyes and dismissed this thought with a wave of his hand. "So? What's he going to do, warble me to death with his soprano of doom? Please, Harmony. I'm clearly more attractive, clearly more talented and clearly the man that Blaine's going for."
Sebastian's confidence was something that I lacked but desperate wanted. "How can you be so confident?"
"They're just not a good couple," shrugged Sebastian, pulling himself under the covers. "And, the way I see it, if they're not a good couple, why should they waste their time together? Same with Jesse and Rachel. We're just…pushing them along, that's all. Goodnight, Harmony, and I'll see you in the morning."
He turned the light off, and we both instantly drifted to bed.
Author's Note: Another chapter down! I really hope that this chapter explained why the others turned on Rachel over Finn, because your reviews did make me realize how little I'd addressed that. Likewise, I want to make something clear - Quinn and Jesse are not going anywhere anytime soon. Trust me; I want Finnchel as much as everyone else! However, Quinn and Jesse aren't just going to move out of the way, so the sooner you get used to them, the better. :D
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