Cafe La Boheme (New Directions, Dalton)

I knew what to listen for. Because as soon as they broke apart, there'd be noise from everyone else, wanting Quinn to spin.

And the noise started and I looked up. Sure enough, they weren't kissing anymore. I still felt sick at the fact he had that impact on me. I just wanted to go up to our room, curl up under the covers and go to sleep.

People quickly moved on with the game, not mentioning anything about deja vu. Or anything that I'd expect Santana to mention. I looked to Quinn for her to spin.

I watched as the bottle spun, everyone was watching it, and everyone was drunk.

I clocked Quinn's expression, then Sam's then Finn's. "Uh-" I started. "Who wants to play something else? This is kinda boring." I knew that Quinn and Sam's relationship might not survive if Quinn kissed two of her exes in one night.

I sighed. "You're so lame." I muttered back. "We've been playing this for aaaaaaaages!" I complained. I reached behind the two boys on my left to the table and grabbed another bottle.

When Quinn kissed Finn, I gave up and started enjoying the game again. But when Finn didn't pull away, I was confused. They were both in relationships. Both in love.

I looked at the two, staring at each other. It looked like Finn was begging for forgiveness which was quite funny but totally not funny at the same time.

I felt the meal I'd just eaten and the ton of alcohol I'd consumed make it's way back up my throat. I covered my mouth and got to my feet, running into the en suite. I knelt in front of the toilet and threw up. I felt the eyes of most of the glee club on me so I kicked the door shut with my foot.

{ugh, cbaaa}

Sam stood up when Quinn said she needed to talk to him. "Uh, yeah, I'm gonna hit the sack now, anyway." He slurred slightly. He linked his hand with Quinn, watching Finn with a half-glare.


I regretted eating anything at Cafe La Boheme now because if I hadn't eaten anything, it would just be liquid and that would taste a lot nicer. I think...

I made the decision to leave Becca was probably best. I let Sam link his hand with mine as we headed for the door. "See ya, Becca" I called. When the door closed I stopped and curled in a ball on the floor.

[Cba with what?;D]

When I'd thrown up the only food in my body, I slumped to the ground, having no energy anymore.

{New Topic for Quinn and Sam?}


Sam followed Quinn out of the noisy room and crouched next to her when she curled into a ball. "Quinn? What's up?" He asked, accompanied by a hiccup.

"I'm confused and I just experienced de ja vu" I answered him, lifting my head and staring into his eyes.

(yeaah x)

When everyone had left the room and gone back to their own, all taking their share of the leftover alcohol(even Artie had gone back with Brittany), I moved across the room to the en suite door. I knocked. "Becca?" No answer. "Bex?" Still no answer. I pushed down the handle and opened the door. I saw Becca passed out in the bathtub and laughed quietly. I walked over to her and scooped her up into my arms. I wandered back into the bigger room and left her on my bed.

I moved to the corner, still sober. It took a lot to make me drunk. I sat on the ground in the corner and ran a hand along my mohawk, watching the unconcious girl on the bed. Of course, she'd leave as soon as she was awake but the bathtub wouldn't have been comfortable.

I could've kicked myself. I was a chick magnet. Yet, I was so hung up over one girl. One girl that didn't want me. The only girl who didn't want me.

I didn't really know how long had passed. I mean, all I knew was Blaine had been singing to Kurt... I think... Or maybe that was a dream. Oh, but then Wes and Coach Bieste joined in. Dream. Definitely.

But when I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I knew I was comfortable. Like, ridiculously so and there was a sweet smell. A smell I knew but couldn't place. And my head was pounding. When it finally came to me where I was when I'd fallen asleep, I shot up so I was sitting, catching the attention of the guy sitting in the corner.

"Oh, hey Noah." I smiled, lying back down. Then I shot back up again. NOAH?! "Uh-" I scratched my head which held my sticky-up hair. "Where am I and why am I here?" I asked quietly.