A/N: Just because I'm that nice, here have another chapter :) It's much easier to continue writing shorter stories so that's how it's going to be. And please keep Reading and Reviewing! Thank you!

To say I was disoriented when I woke up the next morning, would be a huge understatement. The sun shone brightly in between the leaves and branches and blinded you if you moved your head a certain way. I was covered in dirt and blood and rough cuts all over my arms and legs. It looked like I had been whipped. But instead of finding Rachel up her tree she had a connection with, she was asleep with me. Her head rested on my chest with one arm and one leg possessively wrapped around me.

It was nice, but still we were outside and this probably wasn't the best place to just lie around. I lightly shook Rachel and whispered her name and after a few seconds she lifted her head off my chest. There here leaves all tangled in her hair and I could only guess that it was the same for me as well.

"Ow," Rachel groaned, sleepily, "I slept on a rock... or five."

When she lifted her body up I could see the many scattered and jagged rocks that she had slept on and I knew there were quite a few under my body as well.

"Ew-yuck," Rachel said, sticking her tongue out, "My mouth tastes disgusting."

"Welcome to the morning after," I laughed lightly, slowly picking myself up off the ground, "Your tongue is brown too so if you think you're getting a kiss anytime soon you can kiss one of my cousins."

"Maybe I will," Rachel said defiantly, following me out of the forest.

I laughed out loud now at the thought of Rachel trying to carry out a relationship with either of my two cousins, "Good luck."

"Why are you being so mean," Rachel pouted, "I didn't know what kind of mushrooms were on the pizza, I expected it to be normal pizza and your cousins said it was vegetarian."

"I thought we went over this," I sighed as we had made our way out of the forest and by the pool, "Never, ever trust either of them. They don't know how to tell the truth."

I looked in the pool and saw my father's Lazy Boy chair, "Just fucking great."

I was terrified about leaving the duo at home unattended again, while Rachel and I were at the dance. They already proved that they hadn't grown up at all last night. I already had to call Finn and Puck over to get the damn chair out of the pool, at least they're always willing to help a girl in distress.

I decided it might be best to bring the idiots to the dance, at least I could keep an eye on them.

I had to admit, I wasn't really feeling the dance. The flashing strobe lights reminded me of the lights of the emergency vehicles. I touched my neck instinctively.

"Come dance," Rachel bounced, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor.

I kept my eye on the boys while we were dancing. They succeeded in spiking the punch, but other than that they seemed to be staying out of trouble, chatting up the girls, no doubt asking if any of them are 18.

I caught sight of Santana coming in, wearing a tight, revealing red dress and I noticed Rachel's eyes linger just for a moment, before her attention was back on me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and grinded with me to the music. I chanced a look over at her again and noticed that both of my cousin's attention was diverted to her. They had known Santana for about as long as I did and they knew all about our past relationship. I'm pretty sure they were both disappointed that she wasn't interested in either of them.

I could see them talking from across the gym, but it was far too loud to have any inkling as to what they were talking about. I knew it wasn't any good as I caught them turning to look back at Rachel and me a few times and Santana had one of her 'I'm concocting a plan' smiles. I tried to ignore them, but then I was trying to keep my attention on them at the same time. If I didn't keep watch on the duo some kind of catastrophe would occur. It was inevitable.

Once their conversation was over Santana, began to walk towards the punch and that's when I noticed the boys were heading out the door.

"Hold on," I said to Rachel, and was running after the boys before she could answer back. I followed them out of the gym and into the hallway and caught sight of them near the back doors to the school.

"Hey Disastrous Duo," I yelled down the hall after them, but they didn't turn, they just continued out of the school. I ran after them and when I found them outside they already had a joint lit up and were sharing it between themselves.

"You're going to get me kicked out of school," I growled, not sure if I should just rip out of their hands and stomp on it or not.

"This school is lame," Stevey said with a shrug, as he in haled the mind altering smoke.

"Agreed," Alex nodded, taking the joint from his brother, "I can't find a single girl over 18. That's no fun."

"No, that's definitely jailbait," Stevey agreed with him.

"And we don't want to get into any trouble," Alex said and they both shook their heads innocently as if they didn't dump the easy chair into the pool the day before.

"Of course not," I said sarcastically, then ripped the joint from Alex's hand.

"Hey if you wanted some you just had to say so," Alex said, with a chuckle.

Unfortunately, I had the worst timing on the planet as just after I snatched the joint, Ms. Pillsbury decided to make her way through the back doors. I tried to hold the joint behind my back as she ascended the stairs to the doors and then gasped as she looked at me. Busted.

"Brittany," she gasped again, "Are you smoking?"

"No," I shook my head violently, I looked at the twins who were just standing there completely amused by the altercation.

"Let me see," she demanded holding out her hand.

I swallowed thickly, squeezing my eyes shut tightly before bringing my hand from around my back and gave her the joint.

"Is this-," Ms. Pillsbury said, looking down at the joint and then back up at me with wide eyes, "Brittany, you do drugs?"

She didn't wait for me to answer before she grabbed hold of my wrist and began dragging me inside. I could hear Alex laugh behind me, "Holy shit, our plan is working out even better than we expected."

I wanted to interrogate them, but Ms. Pillsbury had a good grip on my wrist and was dragging me to her office.

"I'm pretty sure this can be called unwanted touching," I mumbled as she pushed me into the seat across from her desk. She thumbed through some pamphlets before settling on one and giving it to me.

"So you're wacko for tobacco," I asked, reading the card out loud.

She shook her head and snatched it up, obviously handing me the wrong pamphlet. She threw another one down in front of me and this one would've been the right one, had I actually been smoking pot. This pamphlet read, So you got caught, smoking pot.

"Ms. Pillsbury, I wasn't-," she lifted a hand and shook her head.

I could tell that I wasn't getting out of the office any time soon.

When I finally was able to escape Ms. Pillsbury, having her believe that she had scared me out drugs by showing my the pictures of rotting teeth and black lungs and fatal car accidents, and with a few deep breaths I headed back to the gym. When I got in the crowded room I couldn't spot Rachel anywhere, I did, however, find my obnoxious cousins.

"What is wrong with you guys," I screamed giving them both a hard punch to the shoulder.

"Every man for themselves," Alex replied and they both nodded, satisfied with that answer.

I bit my lip hard, so that I wouldn't beat them to death with my cast, and decided to switch topics, "Have you seen Rachel?"

"Of course," Stevey said and they both laughed, "Why do you think we dragged you outside?"

"What," I asked shaking my head and turning back to the crowd of people on the dance floor. All of a sudden it was as if the red sea was parting and in the middle I could see Rachel dancing and she wasn't alone.

She was dancing with Santana.