Tensions in New Directions were running high. With Nationals just over a week away, and no final set list, it looked like Sue was finally going to get what she wanted due to Will practically pulling out all his hair from stress. He wasn't the only one that was stressing out. Rachel had burnt her gag in protest, and was screaming instructions at people that weren't ever going to listen to her. Finn had taken to stress eating, cracking out packets of Oreos whenever he was panicking about choreography that he couldn't do. Quinn had dumped Sam in a moment of anger, and now spent the rehearsals sat at the back of the room, watching him attempt to flirt with Santana by using his Avatar impression. Kurt and Blaine were the only ones who were relatively calm, and only because they had been taught to do so at Dalton.

The Thursday before they were to head off to Nationals, Rachel was arguing with Quinn over whether it was better to do Kelly Clarkson or Lady Gaga for their closer when Blaine got an idea. Why didn't I think of this before? It's the perfect way to get everyone to relax a bit, maybe then we can make some decisions!

Taking the opportunity of Mr Schue's copy machine related absence, he stood up and headed to the front of the choir room, whistling shrilly to get everyone's attention. He was successful in doing so, as everyone's head swivelled round to stare at him, including his clueless boyfriend. He grinned, before pitching his idea to the group.

"Now, no one can deny that we've all been a bit stressed recently. In my opinion, if we keep this up, we are never going to get a set list picked out before we head off on Monday."

Everyone looked quite concerned; they all trusted the ex Warbler's opinion.

"So, I propose that, in true Warbler style, we have a party tomorrow night. The Warblers do it before every competition, Kurt can back me up on this one."

Blaine looked at the countertenor, who nodded at the rest of the group. Blaine continued.

"It's a chance to relax, de stress and have fun before we go. That way, we can choose the songs with a clear head. Who's with me?"

New Directions, who were never one to turn down a good party, whispered in agreement. Even Rachel seemed up for it; if it helped them to pick a set list, she was in. Blaine grinned cheekily.

"So who can host it? I certainly can't... My sister's home from school and she'd have to crash it."

He looked around at the club hopefully. Eventually, Santana stood up and turned to the group.

"I'll do it... My mom is away for the weekend. But Puck has to bring the drinks." She looked pointedly at the boy in question, who shrugged. He had become some sort of an expert at getting alcohol now. Blaine clapped his hands together.

"Brilliant. Tomorrow night, Santana's. Can't wait!"

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Kurt awoke early on Saturday morning with the worst headache he had ever experienced in his entire life. Without moving his head too much, he tried to survey Santana's living room for other signs of life. There were none. Groaning, he lifted his head to get a better look. Feeling a cold breeze hit him, he looked down in surprise, realising that he was completely naked. How on earth...? His thoughts were sidetracked however by a, fully clothed (thank Gaga) body moving at his feet. Wes turned his head to look at Kurt, before screaming at the sight in front of him.

"WHAT THE FUCK KURT, WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"

The scream awoke most of the inhabitants of the room, who groaned at the ridiculously loud noise. Blushing, Kurt reached next to him to retrieve his silk underwear, only to find that they were already being worn by Blaine. Wes chucked him Blaine's underwear from the coffee table, which he gratefully slid on to avoid further embarrassment. Ignoring the dull throbbing in his head, he looked at the rest of the club. He appeared to not be the only one who was half dressed. Santana was wearing a bra and mini skirt, whilst David was topless. Looking down, Kurt saw that cards were scattered across the floor. I guess that explains the nakedness, he thought. Blaine stirred beside him, wearing nothing but Kurt's underwear and one of Rachel's reindeer sweaters. He seemed rather shocked when he discovered the fact for himself.

"Wha... What happened?"

Kurt shrugged. The night before was a complete blur to most of the people in the room. Blaine pulled off the sweater, throwing it behind the bar, only to hear a squeak as it hit the floor. Louise shot up from behind it, holding Rachel's sweater, with a disgruntled expression on her face.

"Who the hell threw this at me?"

Blaine gawked at his sister.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Louise shrugged, before rubbing her head.

"To be honest, I can't really remember much after I arrived."

Santana finally heaved herself off the couch and turned to look at everyone.

"I remember. I've blacked out so many times that I can drink however much I want and remember everything the next day."

Kurt shook his head at this insane logic, but listened anyway. He really was curious as to how he'd ended up completely naked with Blaine wearing Rachel's hideous clothing. Santana looked around dumbfounded.

"Do none of you remember?"

The group collectively shook their heads. As she opened her mouth to reply, Jude stumbled into the room wearing a skirt and a bra, with Brittany hot on his heels. However, the most shocking part of his appearance was his hair; usually a redhead, Jude's hair was now bleach blond.

"WOULD SOMEONE CARE TO EXPLAIN THIS TO ME?"

Kurt clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the giggles from escaping. Santana chuckled.

"Listen up then."

8pm the previous evening:

Santana swung the door open to see Kurt and Blaine standing hand in hand on her doorstep. Holding back her bitchy comment about how, if Blaine had Kurt's hair, he could possibly be a normal height, she let them in. The boys took a moment to survey her house. It was quite big, considering that Santana wasn't exactly rich, with modern furnishings. She may be from Lima Heights Adjacent, but she certainly doesn't live there anymore, Kurt thought. Pictures of Santana and her mom hung on the walls... Neither boys ventured a question about the whereabouts of her dad. She led them into a spacious living room, with a bar in the corner. Unsurprisingly, Puck was already there, pouring drinks into red plastic cups. Passing one to Kurt and one to Blaine, she announced;

"LET'S GET OUR PARTY ON!"

The guests began to arrive slowly, including Wes, David and Jude. Santana had hit it off with Wes at Blaine's party, and, despite the fact that they weren't 'going out', they were obviously more than friends by the incessant making out that began as soon as Wes stepped through the door. Brittany had obviously remembered Jude, because she was now giving him a vivid reencounter of Lord Tubbington's last visit to the vet. Kurt had cautiously sipped at the drink Puck had poured for him, but after deciding that it didn't taste like peppermint (never again), he had been open to whatever drink Puck passed his way. This meant he was past tipsy by the time Rachel and Finn arrived, Rachel sporting a hideous yellow reindeer sweater. Kurt wobbled over to Finn.

"H-hey Finn! You know, I'm reeeeally happy that our parents finally shacked up, even though it's weird coz they're so oldddd, but it's like now you're my brother, and I love you. Not like I love Blaine, that would be weird." He giggled, and wrapped his arms around Finn, who gave Blaine an exasperated look.

"He's drunk? Already? Blaine, what the hell?"

Blaine shrugged. He was slightly tipsy, and really wasn't in the mood to deal with wound up Finn.

"Finn, man, chill out, have a drink, Puck makes an aweeesome Jack Daniels and coke, trust me."

He took Kurt by the arm and led him over to the couch for a session of cuddling and inebriated making out. Santana passed Rachel a drink, who sniffed it cautiously. She didn't really trust Santana that much, but sipped it anyway. Before Santana could go and re situate herself on Wes's lap, the doorbell rang again. Huffing, she yanked the door open to find a girl of about 18 standing there, grinning. She gave her a bitch glare.

"Who are you and why are you at my house?"

The girl's smile didn't waver and she replied politely.

"Louise, Blaine's sister. He told me there was a party here tonight, and not to come because I would embarrass him, so I felt obliged to show up."

Santana chuckled. She always found herself warming to other sadistic people. She ushered her in. Blaine's mouth fell open as his sister walked through the doorway.

"Louise, what the hell?"

He fell off the sofa in surprise, bringing Kurt with him. Kurt giggled hysterically, placing a chaste kiss on Blaine's cheek before wobbling over to Louise.

"H-hey Louise! I missed you! Do you want a drink? It's reeeeally good, I promise."

Louise laughed at Kurt's inebriation. Seeing as this was only the second time she'd met him, it was quite hilarious to see him in this state.

"Love one."

Soon it was 10pm, and everyone had arrived. Well, Santana had believed everyone was there, so it came as quite a shock to her when the doorbell rang. Hoisting herself up, she shushed the entire room in case it was the Police. Finding a room full of drunken 16 and 17 year olds would be a Police jackpot. She tiptoed to the door before opening it slightly, peeking round the edge. There stood Karofsky, wearing his Letterman jacket, looking indecisive about whether he really wanted to be there. Oh shit, I totally forgot he was in the room when I invited everyone to the party. Porcelain and Hobbit are going to kill me. She awkwardly let Karofsky inside, and led him into the living room. The room was already quiet after Santana's paranoia of an arrest, with a few people whispering. As soon as Karofsky entered, the room fell into complete silence. Trying to avoid the awkward aura that hung in the air, Santana passed him a drink, which he gratefully took, and the talk once again started. Santana looked over to the couch to see Louise, Kurt and Blaine having a deep and meaningful conversation.

"... Blaine, he's not going to come over here, Kurt will be fine!"

"If he steps one foot closer to my boyfriend, I'm going to kick his ass."

"Blaineeeeey you can't kick his ass, you can't kick that high." Kurt giggled at his drunken wit, and Louise had to stifle a giggle. Blaine sighed, and put an arm around Kurt's shoulder as his sister went off in search of more alcohol.

Once Rachel's voice had reached shrieking level, and absolutely everyone in the room had passed tipsy, Santana decided to mix it up a bit.

"LET'S PLAY NEVER HAVE I EVER!"

Cheers erupted from around the room, and the group formed a messy circle, each clutching a shot glass. Puck went round, filling everyone's glass with some unknown liquor, before sitting back in his place. Mercedes went first.

"Never have I ever had sex."

Santana, Brittany, Artie, Puck, Quinn, Finn, Wes, Lauren and Louise took a drink. Surprisingly, Tina and Mike each picked up their shot glasses, winking at each other before tossing them back. Kurt looked at her in surprise. Tina threw her arms up in the air in protest.

"What? You've seen his abs."

Rachel went next.

"Never have I ever... stolen anything."

Pretty much the same people drank, and to Kurt's surprise, so did Blaine. He looked at his boyfriend with his mouth agape.

"Ok, so I stole a pen from one of my teachers at Dalton, but it's still the worst thing I've ever done!"

Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically before taking a shot. Blaine looked confused.

"What was that for?"

"I've stolen a grape from a supermarket. It's the worst thing I've ever done."

Blaine pouted at his boyfriend's teasing, before giggling as he felt Kurt's fingers around his waist. Santana pretended to gag.

"Enough adorableness, we're trying to play a game here!"

The game continued in much the same way, with many of the statements being to do with the club's sexual activities. Finn finally said the inevitable.

"Never have I ever kissed a boy." He looked at Rachel to make sure she knew he wasn't lying, and the girl in question rolled her eyes.

Practically the entire room took a drink, except for Sam, Finn, Mike and Artie. Wes winked.

"Dalton parties are very interesting once everyone has had a drink."

No one was listening to him. They were watching Karofsky slowly put down his empty shot glass. Silence filled the room; all eyes were on the former bully. Kurt tried to swallow the huge lump that had formed in his throat, and felt Blaine's fingers intertwine with his own. Karofsky looked up to see everyone staring at him in surprise. Santana voiced her opinion.

"You've... kissed a guy? Like a real one, not just a woman with manly looks?"

Karofsky jumped up, snarling at the club, who cowered slightly. Puck clenched his fists.

"If you dare tell anyone, I'll make sure none of you are able to sing at this competition next week."

And with that, he stormed out, slamming the door so hard it shook on its hinges. Kurt tried to stop shaking before he attracted attention, but it was too late.

"Kurt, are you ok?"

"Do you know anything about this?"

"He's kissed a guy? Who was it?"

Kurt swallowed, and looked at the club with tear filled eyes.

"Shortly after I met Blaine, Karofsky pushed me into some of the lockers and I decided I couldn't stand it anymore; Blaine had told me to have courage, and so I followed him and confronted him. Long story short, he kissed me. I tried to push him away, but he was so big an-nd..."

He was now on the verge of sobbing; the only thing holding him back was Blaine's comforting arm round his waist.

"He tried again, but I pushed him away, and he ran off. That's why he threatened to kill me, if I told anyone."

All of the men in the room looked positively furious; all the girls looked like they were about to pull Kurt into a bone crushing hug. Kurt looked at them all individually.

"Don't say anything, guys. He's apologized, ju-just... forget it."

Finn looked as if he might punch someone any second, so Santana decided to change the subject to avoid any more drama.

"STRIP POKER TIME!"

The actual game of strip poker was a slight blur to Santana, but she could remember Rachel throwing her reindeer sweater off somewhere, to reveal a rather slutty bra for such a prudish girl. Finn seemed relatively shocked, as did Puck. She swore she heard him muttering "Get her drunk, that's the way to get in her panties..." Rachel seemed rather pleased at the male engrossment. She's such an attention whore, Santana thought. Kurt was considerably crap at the game, which is why, after just 15 minutes of playing, he was sat in just his boxers. When he lost yet again, he began to remove his boxers, with Finn covering his eyes, muttering "That's my brother, people!" Once his boxers were off, he sat back down, looking exceedingly pleased with himself. Blaine looked him up and down. It was a sight he'd seen before, but would never get tired of. Most of the people playing we shocked to see how well endowed Kurt was; Kurt could have sworn he saw Puck looking jealous. He threw his underwear at Blaine, who slid his own off, replacing them with Kurt's. Hey, I'm drunk, he thought. I'll do whatever I want. Finn soon got angry that Puck was staring so obviously at his girlfriend's chest, so slid off his own top and gave it to Rachel. Jude, however, wasn't as lucky. He had given his top to Brittany once she had taken off her bra, and had slipped her bra on himself. Santana then ran upstairs and grabbed a skirt, which they pulled onto the boy, who was on the verge of passing out from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Santana then had a malicious idea. As Jude slipped into unconsciousness, Santana had grabbed some of her mom's hair dye; the same stuff used by strippers across America. She had lathered it generously onto his head, before letting Brittany was it off, giggling like children. He was seriously out of it; not even the warm water on his head woke him up. Santana checked that he was still alive, before leaving him on the bathroom floor with Brittany as she headed back downstairs. By this time, nearly everyone was asleep; Louise had actually fallen asleep at the bar. Not wanting drool to get on the granite surface, she pushed her off gently, so she landed in a small heap on the floor. Only Blaine and Kurt were still awake, giggling quietly to each other. Kurt seemed to find it hilarious that he was naked, and Blaine didn't seem to mind either. Blaine leant his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, and as he did so, Kurt grabbed a sweater from behind him, pulling it onto Blaine into one swift movement. Blaine looked down in surprise to see that it was Rachel's. He groaned, but didn't have the energy to pull it off, stroking each one of the reindeers as if they were real. Both Kurt and Blaine settled down on the floor, with Wes covering their feet like a heater. Santana chuckled. He is going to get a big surprise in the morning, she thought. She soon felt a wave of fatigue wash over her, and let it carry her into a dreamless sleep.

Present Time:

"And you didn't think to wake me? Warn me that, as soon as I woke up, I'd be getting a face full of penis?"

Santana giggled sadistically, whilst Kurt blushed a deep red. He looked over at Jude, who was frantically running his hands through his bright blonde hair.

"This is never going to wash out before Nationals!" he moaned, before tugging at it in an attempt to hide the blonde. It wasn't going anywhere.

Wes heaved himself to his feet. "Speaking of Nationals, we have rehearsal this afternoon. Jude, David, we better go." They said their goodbyes to the Glee club, promising to meet up as soon as they arrived in New York. David ran back for a quick goodbye kiss from Mercedes, before winking and sprinting out the door. Just as they left, Rachel and Finn walked in from the kitchen. Rachel looked at Louise in surprise.

"Why are you holding my sweater?"

"Because you took it off last night and showed everyone your lacy bra." Puck announced happily, before being glared at by Lauren.

Rachel blushed, snatching her sweater off Louise and flouncing out the room. Blaine turned to his boyfriend with a smile.

"Let's go pick us a set list."

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The Glee club lined up outside McKinley early that Monday morning, looking as bright as you possibly could after a weekend of very little sleep. All of them had spent the entire day and most of Sunday at Santana's, discussing song ideas, until they finally decided on the perfect set list for the group. Mr Schue decided not to mention the bags under their eyes. They had finally chosen the songs, and whatever methods they had taken to get there could be overlooked this time. The club piled onto the bus for the short ride to the airport. Karofsky took a seat towards the back. He couldn't ignore the glances being thrown at him, and the occasional glares from Finn and Puck. He knew Kurt had told them; it was inevitable that they would find out. Just get through the next week, he thought. At the end of this week, everything will be better again.

Mr Schue stood up as the bus pulled into the airport. There was no going back now.

"Nationals; HERE WE COME!"