Blaine woke up with a splitting headache.  The little amount of sunlight that was showing through the edges of the curtains was almost blinding and definitely did not help his headache at all.  He slowly opened his eyes.  It took him a minute to realize where he was.  His mind was still clouded and he was in a hung over daze.  As his eyes focused he saw enough pink, purple, and stuffed animals to make a unicorn want to throw up.  He was in Rachel’s room, more importantly he is was in Rachel’s bed.  Why was he in Rachel’s bed?  “How much did I drink last night?  What the hell happened?”  Blaine muttered to himself as he tried to sit up. 

He slowly pulled himself up and put his legs over the side of the bed.  Very slowly; every movement made him feel like he was getting hit in the head with a brick.  ‘I am never drinking again.’ He thought to himself.  He turned his head to find Rachel sleeping peacefully next to him.  The covers where draped across her torso noticing that she wasn’t wearing a shirt, only her bra.   ‘Last night must have been one hell of a party.’  This wasn’t the first time he has slept over Rachel’s house, in fact, it was a regular occurrence.  After all Rachel is his best friend.  This time felt different.  It felt weird and he wasn’t quite sure. 

When he stood up, ready to shuffle to the bathroom, he realized what was wrong.  Panic rushed through him as he stood there realizing that he was naked.  “Why the fuck am I naked.  What happened?”  He gathered all the strength he had and ran into Rachel’s bathroom.  He looked in the mirror as he tried to calm his breathing, but what he saw only made his breathing more erratic.  He allowed his eyes to focus and let the early morning, hung over daze clear from his head.  He opened his eyes and looked at his naked body in the mirror.  His neck and chest was littered with little purple bruises. 

“No, no, no, no.  That did NOT happen.  Focus Blaine, focus.  What happened last night?”  He pleaded with his reflection in the mirror.  He ripped her fluffy pink towel off the door and wrapped it around his waist before sliding down the wall.  With his elbows on his knees he buried his face in his hands trying to remember something that happened last night.  Maybe it wasn’t Rachel, there were other people at the party last night, right?

“Let’s play spin the bottle!  Who wants to play SPIN THE BOTTLE?”  Rachel screamed into her dad’s microphone in the basement.  All the members of the Glee club formed a circle on the floor as Rachel stumbled around looking for something to use as a board.  She found a checkers game and ripped the board out of the box, throwing the checkers on the floor in the process.  She practically fell on the floor as she put it and an empty wine cooler box on the floor.  The first few spins were fun, Sam and Quinn, then Brittany and Christina.  “MY TURN!”  Rachel yelled as she practically threw herself at the bottle.  It landed on Blaine.  They were both drunk and leaned in for what should have been a chaste peck.  Only in their inebriated state, it turned into a passion filled full on make out session.  “We should take this upstairs.”  Rachel whispered in his ears bringing herself to her feet.  Blaine followed her up the stairs.