2x19: Timber
Episode Synopsis: In an effort to get over Quinn, Puck throws a party at the loft without Finn's consent and Santana agrees to help him with her needing an effort to move on from Brittany. When the party begins to get out of hand, it leaves Brittany to make a difficult decision and Finn to take the blame for Puck's actions. Santana, Puck, Blaine and Kurt end up in compromising positions as the night goes on.
"Do we really have to watch this?" Finn slightly whined as he and Rachel sat on the living room couch a week later as Rachel watched another episode of Sex & The City. Finn loved Rachel with all his heart, she was the most important thing in his world—but a man had his limits when it came to watching girl soap operas.
"Oh come on Finn." Rachel sighed while looking at the T.V. "You love watching Sex & The City."
"No I don't." Finn retorted, groaning as he put one of the pillows over his head. "Look, you've been watching this for over five hours and I already missed the re-run of last night's Yankees vs. Red Sox game all because you wanted to watch Honey Boo-Boo."
"Finn, I had to watch it." Rachel argued. "You know how much of a sucker I am for reality T.V. shows."
"Well, I thought the whole point of marriage was compromise, you know…" Finn leaned closer to Rachel, giving her a puppy dog pout. "It's not really compromising if I have to sit here and watch you watch T.V. I think I should get a turn." Rachel reluctantly handed Finn the remote, giving him a warm smile.
"You're right." Rachel agreed. "The whole point of marriage is compromise and I admit lately I haven't been compromising with you. I've kind of been telling you what we're going to do and expect you to follow me. I'm sorry. Now what did you want to watch?" Finn simply turned off the television and leaned closer to press a kiss to Rachel's cheek.
"Hmm? Oh, I didn't want to watch anything." Finn muttered, placing a kiss on Rachel's lips. Rachel giggled slightly as she and Finn began to make out on the couch, but their fun was short-lived when Santana entered the loft, rolling her eyes slightly.
"Hudson, keep it in your pants, will you?" Santana chided, seeing Finn was rolling his eyes.
"Nothing happened, Santana." Finn chuckled as he sat down next to Rachel again, fixing his shirt. The fact Finn was fixing was clothing and Rachel was smoothing her hair earned them an amused glare from Santana.
"Right, nothing happened, and I'm the president of the celibacy club." Santana reproached, entering the kitchen. Finn got up from the sofa, following Santana and grabbing a can of soda from the fridge.
"Santana, I don't know what your problem is." Finn sighed. "Rachel and I are married. Of course we're going to be overly affectionate and engage in…stuff."
"Yeah, I get that, I really do…" Santana waved her hand, not looking at her friend. "But have you ever thought of maybe doing all of that in your room?"
"Oh so Rachel and I have to be confined to our room if we want to be all lovely and cutesy?" Finn took a sip of his soda, still glaring at Santana. "Santana, you live with a married couple. Deal with it."
"I'm not going to deal with it." Santana said. "I mean, I'm tired of you guys parading the fact you have sex every ten minutes."
"Okay, I have more self-control than that." Finn argued. "Look, I love Rachel and Rachel loves me. When you find someone that loves you just as much then you'll understand where I'm coming from."
"Oh please…" Santana rolled her eyes, grabbing Finn's soda from his hand and leaving the kitchen. Finn appeared shocked as he looked back towards Santana's room and heard the door close. With Santana closing the door to her room, Rachel entered the kitchen and got Finn another can of soda. Rachel smiled at him, holding the soda out for him to take, as Finn gave Rachel an appreciative smile, taking it from her.
"What would I do without you?" Finn sighed, taking a sip of his soda.
"I don't know." Rachel kept her smile, simply shrugging her shoulders with amusement. "But I question what I would do without you."
"I just can't believe Santana took my soda." Finn said. "And then she said we have to be confined to our room to be affectionate."
"Ah, Santana doesn't understand." Rachel wrapped her arms around Finn's neck, pressing a kiss on Finn's cheek. "She doesn't know what it's like to be in a loving relationship ever since she broke up with both Brittany and Dani. I have a feeling she still loves Brittany but right now, the heart wants what the heart wants."
"I agree with you there." Finn agreed, wrapping his free hand around her waist. "I just wish Santana would get off my back…"
"Well, don't worry. For the next couple of days there are Funny Girl rehearsals to prepare for the out of town previews, so you won't see Santana." Rachel assured him. "Besides, I'm sure Santana will get off your back once she gets her life back on track. She still has no idea what she wants to do."
"Well, she will find something she wants to do, eventually." Finn sighed, putting the can of soda on the counter. "I'm not going to let Santana bother me…okay? She's probably just a bit insecure because I'm finally finding my place and she's…out there still."
"Look, just forget about Santana for now, okay?" Rachel smirked, pressing a kiss to Finn's cheek and nibbling his earlobe slightly. "How about you and I go and have a little bit of fun?"
"Oh really?" Finn raised an eyebrow, giving Rachel a smirk.
"Really." Rachel pressed another kiss to Finn's cheek before sashaying out of the kitchen. "I'll see you in the bedroom, Mr. Hudson." Finn simply stared at Rachel as she closed their room door, causing him to quickly follow her. Yeah, she really knew how to get to him.
"So, I was a bit surprised when you called me." Kurt said as he and Blaine walked down 34th Street and 6th Avenue that same afternoon. "My first question was, what are you doing in New York, and my second question is…why did you come to New York?"
"Okay, well to answer your first question…I came to New York because one I was able to see you and I had my own plans as well." Blaine smiled. "All right, are you ready to hear?"
"Am I ready? Of course." Kurt nodded, noticing Blaine was leading him towards one of the park benches. Kurt had a seat, staring at Blaine with interest. "So, what's the news you wanted to tell me?"
"All right, well I have my audition for NYADA, coming up…" Blaine sounded excited. Kurt had to admit he was excited as well, but he had to remember he and Blaine were just friends. There was no jumping for joy and kissing one another—Kurt had already made a pact to himself before coming to meet Blaine. "Remember during Christmas I said that they didn't' call me?"
"Right, I remember that." Kurt nodded his head.
"Well, it turns out I was wait-listed and one of the people that had originally gotten in couldn't do it because they had a lackluster audition, so Madame Tibideaux personally called me and told me that I could audition for NYADA this week!" Blaine folded his hands together as Kurt grinned.
"Oh Blaine, that's amazing!" Kurt smiled. "I'm so happy for you…and since I'm still waiting on what Madame Tibideaux has to say…I wonder if performing with Elton John was a good idea."
"Oh I'm sure it was a fine idea." Blaine said. "So, do you mind if I stay with you guys this week? I mean, if it's not okay then I could go to a hotel or something."
"No, you can stay with us." Kurt insisted. "You just can't do what Brittany did and barged into Finn and Rachel's room while Finn was naked. Luckily no one saw Finn's twinkie."
"Well, at least Finn still has his pride." Blaine said as he and Kurt got up from the chairs and continued to walk.
"He also has a lock on the door." Kurt chuckled. "Now when it's locked, we know that Finn and Rachel are in their own little world. Well, at least we don't have to worry about them this week. Funny Girl rehearsals should keep them busy."
"How did Finn book a role as Nick Arnstein on Broadway?" Blaine sounded surprised. "I mean, Finn's singing is not the best in his Glee Club or New Directions."
"It helps Nick Arnstein only has to sing two songs throughout the entire performance and from what I'm hearing from Puck, Finn killed 'You Are Woman, I Am Man'. That and the director really likes Finn. Finn is remarkable, I'll tell you that. I think having Finn onboard will help Rachel relax into her starring role. Besides, I'm sure the acting will be really believable since Finn and Rachel really are in love with each other."
"I can't wait to see it. So when does it premiere?" Blaine asked.
"This summer." Kurt said. "I'm telling you, if that Broadway show is a hit then both Rachel and Finn could win Tony Awards, although Finn said Broadway isn't his true calling. So anyway, enough about Funny Girl, do you know your competition for Nationals?"
"We do." Blaine took out his phone and showed Kurt the list. "We're singing against Vocal Adrenaline, they were able to get back into the show choir circuit on a technicality and Throat Explosion. Apparently Throat Explosion is supposed to be tougher than Vocal Adrenaline. Oh and check this out, Jesse St. James, the one you said made breakfast on Rachel's head and got into a fist fight with Finn at prom, is no longer the coach."
"What? Tell me what happened!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Apparently Jesse St. James was caught in the middle of a scandal in the show choir world. He was caught sexting with a member of Vocal Adrenaline—before you say anything, she was 22 and a senior in High School." Blaine assured Kurt, but Kurt found it odd.
"Wait, how is she still in High School?" Kurt sounded surprised.
"Carmel High keeps flunking their students so their best talents never graduate." Blaine said. "Anyway, the school board found out and Jesse had to step down. No one has heard from him since. I wonder what he's doing now."
"Wait till Rachel hears about this, she will absolutely die." Kurt laughed, staring at Blaine, wondering what they should do now. "Hey, why don't we grab a coffee? I'm sure Finn and Rachel are still canoodling and I don't want to go home and hear any of it."
"Coffee sounds good…" Blaine agreed. "Besides, there's more we have to talk about." Kurt and Blaine made their way to the nearest Starbucks in order to continue their talk, and the more Kurt hung out with Blaine, the more he wished he never broke up with him. He couldn't date Blaine—at least not yet. They were still in two separate worlds…Blaine was still in Lima, and Kurt was still…here.
Marley sat in her bedroom looking through a magazine, staring at girls in prom dresses with guys on their arms as arm candy. It was the Senior Prom that evening and Marley (along with the rest of the sophomores and freshman) weren't invited-well, except for the Glee Club. Marley was no longer in Glee Club and she didn't feel like going into a hostile environment and force herself to sing to others amusement-it's not like the New Directions deserved her voice anyway. As Marley continued to stare at the magazine, she heard the phone ring, and she had to admit she was surprised. She wasn't expecting anyone from New Directions to call her and she certainly knew it wasn't her mother, who had gone to her weekly bingo game with hopes of bringing a little extra cash into the household. Marley picked up her phone and stared at the caller ID, realizing it was Puck. She felt her cheeks turn red and her heart was beating fast as she picked up the phone, placing it to her ear.
"Hey Noah, what's up?" Marley asked, leaning back on her headboard and smiling softly.
"I should be asking you that question." Puck said on the other line, causing her to giggle. "Everything okay? I don't have to go to Lima and beat anyone up today, do I?"
"No, you don't have to." Marley continued smiling, looking back down towards her magazine. "But aren't you a sweetheart? You called just to ask if you had to beat anyone up on my behalf. Boy do I feel special."
"You are special." Puck quickly said before she heard him clear his throat. "Listen, I actually called you because I need some advice."
"What did you do and who's store did you rob?" Marley's face turned blank as she heard Puck laugh slightly.
"What, no. I didn't do anything...at least within the last 24 hours." Hearing that caused Marley to slightly calm down as she folded her hands.
"All right, what's the matter?" Marley wondered, shrugging her shoulders. "Is New York life boring and dull?"
"Actually, it is..." Puck admitted. Marley listened as Puck went on. "Look, I'm in like a serious funk here. I think I could be the dullest person in the history of the world. It's felt that way ever since I came home from Lima...I'm telling you, I need something exciting to do...and I was wondering..."
"And you were wondering if I had any ideas to get you out of your funk?" Marley smiled, nodding her head slowly. "Well, I usually try new things or I loosen up a bit. I realize if you loosen up and have a good time, you forget what's bothering you in the first place." As Marley spoke, an idea formed in Puck's mind. She said she loosened up when she was in a funk...maybe the same idea could work for him.
"Okay, seriously you are the greatest!" Puck said from the other end causing Marley to smile. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're welcome." Marley laughed, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Just do me a favor and please don't steal anything, like someone's car..."
"I won't, I promise. I'll be good." Puck gave his word. There was a slight silence between them, with Puck wondering if he should ask something else. "So I read off Facebook that prom's tonight...why aren't you there?" Marley thought for a moment, releasing a sad sigh.
"Sophomore's and Freshman aren't allowed...and the only ones that are allowed are in the Glee Club. The Glee Club is the entertainment tonight." Marley explained. "I considered it but I realized I didn't want to be in a hostile environment. It's funny, when I thought about prom I always pictured I'd be in this beautiful blue dress, slow dancing with a handsome man, and just when the time was right...I'd lean up and capture him in a beautiful kiss...a fairy tale ending to a fairy tale prom."
"That sounds really nice." Puck softly said before some authority went into his voice. "Me, I would have just went to spike the punch bowl."
"Noah Puckerman!" Marley playfully scolded, hearing Puck laugh slightly.
"I'm kidding..." Puck continued chuckling before he added, "I already succeeded."
"It's official, I wouldn't want you as my prom date just for that." Marley teased, feeling her cheeks were turning red.
"So if I agreed not to spike the punch bowl, would you want me as your prom date then?" Puck chided as Marley pretended to think.
"Well, if you agreed not to do so...sure, why not?" Marley said. "Trust me...you're probably the best option for a prom date at this point..."
"Jake is still being dumb?" Puck asked. "Just say the word and I will go there and throw him in a dumpster."
"Please don't." Marley shook her head with amusement. "Look, you're really sweet in wanting to help me...you really are...but I have to fend them off in the meantime. Just make sure you practice hard for Nationals and like I said...loosen up. You need to. I should probably go. I mean, I still have homework to do and I have to be at the school early in order to help my mom in the kitchen. After all, she is the head lunch lady and those brownies don't make themselves."
"Ah, I see. You don't want to talk to me anymore." Puck teased, causing Marley to chuckle. "All right, I'll let you get to your homework so you can continue to be smart. Just remember, if anyone gives you a hard time...call me. Okay?"
"Okay." Marley agreed, feeling a smile tug at her lips. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay. Take care of yourself." As soon as Puck spoke, Marley hung up the phone with a smile-but she noticed a text message from Jake saying the words:
Marley, please talk to us. The team needs you and we miss you.
- Jake
"It's not even I miss you." Marley muttered under her breath, putting the phone to the side as she continued to read the magazine on her bed, thinking about the conversation she had with Puck.
The next afternoon at Glee Club practice, the members of Finn Harmonic entered the choir room but were surprised when neither Finn nor Rachel were in the room. Finn was alwayshere, and Rachel was usually right behind him. They had to admit they were surprised Puck was in the one standing in front of everyone—giving them a grin.
"All right, which closet did you lock Finn in Puckerman?" Santana crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow towards him.
"Who said I locked Finn in a closet? Finn's not here." Puck said. "Finn's at some rehearsal for Funny Girl."
"Wait, if Finn's not here then why are we here?" Brody questioned. "Finn's the one that summons us and usually tells us the Glee lesson."
"Because I decided to call you in here." Puck said. "Now, let's face it…this Glee Club is okay…but it's not the most popular club in this place."
"Which club is the most popular club?" Melissa raised her hand, seeming interested.
"It's those fencing jerks." Dustin answered, giving Melissa a saddened look. "They continuously think that we're at the bottom of the food chain because we sing."
"Yeah, one of them shredded my sheet music when I was walking through the halls the other day." Celina said. "It was a song I was planning on showing Finn that he would possibly consider for Nationals."
"Anyway, let's move on…" Puck sighed. "Listen here, the only way we're going to build cred is if we throw a kick-ass party, and I'm sure you all want to be at the top of everyone's list." Some of the students started mumbling but Melissa raised her hand, staring at Puck with interest.
"I have a question." Melissa said. "Will there be studying at this party?" Puck groaned, keeping his eyes on Melissa with annoyance.
"And you officially became a buzz-kill." Puck said before turning his attention to the others. "Look, a party here is kind of what we need! I mean, Finn's nowhere in sight all afternoon so that will give us the perfect time to spread the word."
"Wait a minute, you're going to throw a party in the loft where we all live?" Kurt questioned. "And what if Finn and Rachel magically come home and see that there's a party in the middle of the living room? You'll get kicked out and the cops will shut it down."
"None of that will happen because I know for a fact that Finn and Rachel will be gone until midnight." Puck smirked. "I took a look at Rachel's schedule before she left this morning. Besides, what Finn and Rachel don't know won't hurt them. I say that we invite everyone, even those douchebag fencers, and let them see how we throw a party."
"Why do I get a feeling it's going to turn into the 'Rachel Berry Extravaganza' where we all got headaches from drinking too much alcohol?" Santana said. "I mean, let's face it, that party was a drag."
"It was a drag yes, but that was because Rachel planned it." Puck walked over to Santana giving her a smirk. "We're going to have fun because I'm planning it. Now, are we all in agreement? No one says anything about this to Finn and Rachel."
"All right, but what about Brittany?" Kurt wondered. "Once she sees that were bringing kegs and stuff, she's going to tell Finn and Rachel. Not on purpose…but she will."
"Don't worry about Brittany." Santana smirked. "Leave it to me."
"So we're gonna throw a party?" Puck gave Santana a look of hope, seeing that she was reluctant. Finally, she nodded her head and let out a sigh.
"Yes, we're going to throw a party…but I have a feeling there's another motive besides street cred." Santana agreed, causing everyone to cheer. "All right, so go and find everyone we know so there is a party."
"Got it." Puck started to leave the choir room with everyone else following—except for Simone and Brody. Simone was grabbing her sheet music, slightly disappointed that there was no Glee lesson today, but she was intrigued in seeing how Puck threw a party. Simone heard Brody clear his throat and she stared at him, seeing that he was smiling at her.
"So what do you think of this party that they're throwing?" Brody wondered. "I mean, if anything I think that it's going to rock. Are you going?"
"It shows promise, so I probably will...that is, if you're going to be there." Simone said, chuckling slightly as Brody took some of her books from her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to be chivalrous and help you carry your books to your next class. It's what a gentlemen does for a lady, am I right?" Brody smiled down at her, causing Simone to blush.
"Well then, if you insist." Simone grinned back at him as the two of them exited the choir room together, exchanging shy looks towards one another.
Puck, Santana, Blaine and Kurt entered the house that afternoon carrying kegs of alcohol and beer. Santana knew guy who made fake ID and was able to use it to buy the alcohol for the party, but she still felt like the party needed something else. She had the food, the drinks—and now she needed the music. That was when Santana, Puck, Kurt and Blaine realized that Rachel left her karaoke jukebox; the one Finn recently had gotten her, sitting in the living room as if it was nothing. Puck went over to the jukebox, only to see Brittany sitting on the couch, watching T.V. and eating cookies.
"Hi Puck." Brittany said without turning her head around. Puck was amazed Brittany was able to know it was him, and it kind of scared him. "Are you going to use Rachel's jukebox for something?"
"Well, um…I was…" Puck stammered, seeing Brittany was looking at the alcohol in the kitchen.
"And where did all the alcohol come from?" Brittany wondered. "You didn't rob a liquor store again, did you?"
"That was when I was 15 and I haven't done it again since." Puck said. "Look, Finn and Rachel are gone for the evening and I was thinking since we were here, alone, we could throw a party so that Finn's Glee Club would be the talk of the school. I mean, they're not as cool as they'd want to be and what Finn doesn't know won't hurt him. You have to promise that you're not going to tell them, especially Finn…please, Brittany. I'm begging you."
"Okay, I won't tell…" Brittany shrugged her shoulders, putting the cookies to the side. "As long as I'm allowed to stay for the party and I could sing Ke$ha."
"What? Yes, you can sing Ke$ha." Puck agreed.
"Yay, we're throwing a party." Brittany clapped her hands.
"Remember, this is a secret." Puck told her. Brittany nodded her head slowly as Santana came into the room, giving Brittany a smile.
"Hey Brittany." Santana sat down next to her friend as Brittany took another bite of a cookie. "What are you eating?"
"Oh, these are cookies that are supposedly eaten by astronauts…" Brittany said. "I found it in some store on the way home and they kind of taste like hard bricks…"
"If they taste like hard bricks then why are you eating them?" Santana wondered.
"Because I spent money on them and they taste good." Brittany took another bite of the cookie, but she stopped when something didn't feel right. "Oh, there goes another one." Brittany spat in her mouth, showing Santana and Puck her chipped tooth. "I can't stop eating them even though they're breaking my teeth. No pain, no gain…right?" Brittany shrugged, putting her chipped tooth in the cup that had two other chipped teeth. Santana shook her head slowly, getting up from her seat and walking towards the kitchen.
"All right, well don't eat those when everyone comes here." Santana ordered. "We don't want you scaring people with your chipped teeth and we actually want this party to be cool. This is going to be the party of the century."
"If so, then why aren't Finn and Rachel invited?" Brittany innocently asked.
"Because they don't know about the party." Puck answered.
"Oh, then shouldn't we call them?" Brittany questioned, forgetting everything Puck had just said to her moments before. Puck turned frustrated, but Santana simply put her hand up, assuring him that she was going to be able to take care of Brittany.
"No Brittany, we're not going to call Finn and Rachel at all tonight." Santana sweetly reminded her. "They don't know about this party because they're not invited."
"Oh, but that's mean." Brittany said, still gazing at Santana. "I mean, Finn and Rachel are really cool people."
"I'm sure they are Britt but Finn would never go for this party." Santana noticed Brittany was slightly relenting. "I just want the Glee Club to experience some fun tonight...I want them to be happy...and we can't do that if Finn comes home and Rachel decides to belt out show tunes. Okay?" Brittany didn't seem to like the idea very much, but she sighed. There was no way of going around Finn and Rachel not knowing about the party, and it seemed like this was something Puck and Santana really wanted. Brittany nodded her head slowly, and Santana took Brittany's hand in hers, gazing into Brittany's eyes. Brittany continued staring at Santana as she spoke. "Look, all we're going to do is show these kids a good time…and you know what that means, right?" Santana smiled, seeing that Brittany had finally gotten the message. Brittany and Santana shared the same mischievous glance. It was show time…and it was time for the party of the century to begin!
{Scene changes to later that evening when everyone is jumping up and down as Brittany and Brody sing on the 'stage' Kurt and Blaine made. Blaine and Kurt look at each other while drinking alcohol and Santana looks saddened as she continues to stare at Brittany. Some people drink, some people make out and some people dance and twerk as Brittany and Brody sing.}
[Brittany]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: Timber)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: Timber)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
[Brody]
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
This biggity boy's a diggity dog
I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerking in their bras and thongs, timber
Face down, booty up, timber
That's the way we like the what, timber
I'm slicker than an oil spill
She say she won't, but I bet she will, timber
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down (Brittany: Oh, whoa)
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
[Brittany]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
It's going down (It's going down), I'm yelling timber
You better move (You better move), you better dance (You better dance)
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget (You won't forget)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: Timber)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: Timber)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
[Brody]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's just me, ain't a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on plane
Blessed to say, money ain't a thing
Club jumping like Lebron, now, Voli
Order me another round, homie
We about to climb, wild, 'cause it's about to go down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down (Brittany: Oh, whoa)
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
[Brittany]
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
It's going down (It's going down), I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance (You better dance)
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget (You won't forget)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: Timber)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: Timber)
Ooooooooh, Ooooooooh (Brody: It's going down)
Brittany and Brody bowed as they got off the stage Kurt made, making their way over to get some soda. Brody had to look around to see if Simone made it—she promised him that he was going to show and he was really looking forward to spending some time with her at the party.
"It was awesome singing with you, kid I never met before." Brittany grinned. "You have a great voice."
"You think so?" Brody asked. "Thank you. By the way, my name is Brody. And who did I have the pleasure of singing with?"
"My name's Brittany. So how do you know Santana and Puck?" Brittany shook Brody's hand as she turned her head to the side with interest.
"Oh, I'm in Finn's Glee Club with them." Brody explained. "I'm guessing you're their roommate?"
"Yep." Brittany nodded her head. "I also couldn't help but notice that you're an awesome dancer and you must be one of the best dancers in that club considering Finn has two left feet."
"Why thank you, Brittany." Brody chuckled, becoming interested in her. "So, what brings you to New York?"
"I'm attending Julliard." Brittany said. "I'm majoring in their dance program and they claimed they just had to have me or something like that." Brittany shrugged her shoulders.
"Really?" Brody sounded impressed. "You know, I applied to Julliard, but they didn't like my performance. Luckily, NYADA did. If Julliard accepted you, you must be fantastic. They don't let many people in their school, especially in the middle of the semester." Brody took a note at the cookies Brittany bought earlier and his eyes widened with interest. "I've looked for those cookies everywhere. Sure they break your teeth but they taste delicious!"
"That's what I told Santana!" Brittany clapped her hands together, motioning towards the cookie container. "Would you like to have some? I don't think I can finish these all on my own."
"I'd be honored to share them with you." Brody smiled as Brittany led Brody over to the cookie container.
"You know, I'm sure that you're here because you're interested in a girl. That's why you're at the party in the first place. You don't seem like the drinking type." Brittany handed Brody a cookie, realizing he was impressed.
"Yeah, I was looking for a classmate of mine, Simone. I mean, she's hardcore but she can sing...and she's beautiful." Brody blushed, thinking about Simone.
"If you like her, then you need to tell her." Brittany said. "I mean, I'm sure she feels the same way as you do. Oh, but when you do tell her, you need to make sure it's romantic...and not at a party full of booze." Brody nodded his head, taking what Brittany said to thought before smiling at her.
"You know what, Brittany? I think I will." Brody and Brittany clanked their cookies together as if it were two champagne glasses and ate them, their scene being intruding by a pair of eyes-Santana's eyes. Santana watched with envy from the corner of the room, fiddling with her hands as Puck made his way over to her.
"What's up Diabla?" Puck crossed his arms. "You're supposed to be having fun, not being a sad sack."
"I'm not being a sad sack." Santana said, still keeping her eyes on Brody and Brittany.
"Are you worried that Brittany is going to fall in love with him?" Puck asked, motioning over to Brody. "Newsflash, he's not into Brittany and I don't think Brittany would go out with someone she just met. My Puckerman senses were tingling and I have a reason to believe that Brody has a thing for the Simone chick."
"Great, so Rachel 2.0 gets a boyfriend and I'm all alone here?" Santana felt like screaming. "I have been trying to get Brittany to see that I'm worth it, that I won't hurt her and I'm willing to take another chance on us, but right now it's not something she wants! She doesn't want to be with me…she'd rather be with someone else…she dated Sam and broke up with him, and now she's talking to Brody. Why won't anyone love me, Puck? Why?" Puck stared at Santana, trying to come up with words to say, but instead he went over to get Santana a drink.
"Okay, first off, she doesn't love Brody." Puck explained. "She just met the dude, so I think you're extremely jealous that Brittany is talking to other people. Look, you need to stop with your self pity and you need to let loose. Santana, you're at a party. Stop thinking…and just let go…" Puck handed Santana a beer as Santana stared down at it. "We're supposed to be having fun…and we're not going to let anything like relationships stop us from having a good time."
"Is that why you threw this party?" Santana wondered. "It wasn't about helping the Glee kids and their popularity…it was about you trying to keep your mind off Quinn and the fact she's dating some dude that you hate. Is that the reason, Noah?"
"So what if it is?" Puck sighed. "Look, I'm tired of moping around while Quinn is living her life. She's venturing off and it's time I do the same."
"Wait, so you're trying to move on from Quinn, you're falling head over heels for Marley...and you still threw a party because you wanted to 'move on'?" Santana became interested. Puck's mind wandered to Marley, his face softening as he thought about her. "I saw you having eye-sex with her on the bleachers back at McKinley. You held her hand and you kissed her-twice."
"Seriously, you're creepy." Puck shuddered, looking away from Santana. "I didn't even see you there..."
"I have people...plus did you really think you could get away from me? But Puck, seriously...you have the most messed up love life I've ever seen." Santana scoffed, but her conversation stopped when she saw Brittany and Brody laughing, her jealousy returning. "I guess you're not the only one. I just wish that Brittany was with me." Puck released a sigh, putting a hand on Santana's shoulder.
"Brittany doesn't want to be with you right now, so what? The fact is you're here now and you're going to live your life. I'm sure if Rachel or Finn were here, they would tell you the same thing…minus the alcohol." Puck held out the beer for Santana to take again, seeing she was thinking about it. "Come on Santana, don't be sad sack. I think you need to loosen up." After a few moments, Santana held her hand out for Puck to give her the drink.
"You know what? You're right." Santana agreed, taking the beer from Puck. "It's time I started living my life and I'm not going to keep crying over Brittany. I'm going to have fun at this party and I'm going to party until I can't stop no more." Santana took a sip of her drink, suddenly feeling a rush. The drink wasn't bad…and it was helping Santana get in touch with herself. Santana didn't realize it but she had started drinking with more gusto, her sadness slipping away and the party girl inside her creeping out. Santana needed this party. She needed to get on the floor and dance…no, she needed to sing until she couldn't sing anymore!
{Scene changes to Santana and Puck visibly drunk. Everyone starts clapping and Santana and Puck wave their hands in the air. Kurt and Blaine look visibly drunk as well as they wave their hands and everyone at the party continues to have a good time, but Brittany looks a bit confused}
[Puck]
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want
[Santana]
Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere
Hands in the air like we don't care
'Cause we came to have so much fun now
Got somebody here might get some now
If you're not ready to go home
Can I get a hell no
'Cause we gonna go all night
'Till we see the sunlight alright
So la da da di we like to party
Dancing with Miley
Doing whatever we want,
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can't stop (whoa)
And we won't stop (whoa)
Can't you see it's we who own the night
Can't you see it we who bout' that life
And we can't stop (whoa)
And we won't stop (whoa)
We run things, things don't run we
Don't take nothing from nobody yeah, yeah
[Puck]
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want
[Santana]
To my home girls here with the big butts
Shaking it like we at a strip club
Remember only God can judge us
Forget the haters cause somebody loves ya
And everyone in line in the bathroom
Trying to get in line in the bathroom
We all so turnt up here
Getting turnt up yeah yeah yeah
So la da da di we like to party
Dancing with Miley
Doing whatever we want,
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can't stop (whoa)
And we won't stop (whoa)
Can't you see it's we who own the night
Can't you see it we who bout' that life
And we can't stop (whoa)
And we won't stop (whoa)
We run things, things don't run we
Don't take nothing from nobody yeah, yeah
[Puck]
It's our party we can do what we want
It's our party we can say what we want
It's our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want
[Santana]
It's our party we can do what we want to
It's our house we can love who we want to
It's our song we can sing if we want to
It's my mouth I can say what I want to yea, yea, yeah
And we can't stop (whoa)
And we won't stop (whoa)
Can't you see it's we who own the night
Can't you see it we who bout' that life
And we can't stop (whoa)
And we won't stop (whoa)
We run things, things don't run we
Don't take nothing from nobody, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
(We can do what we want, we can do what we want) hey
"I'm…I'm Santana Lopez…" Santana drunkenly took the microphone and held to her mouth, causing everyone to cheer for her. "And you guys are totally hot…I wanna make out with all of you…right here….right now!" Brittany stared at the performance with hurt, shock and anger—she knew that Santana was having a great time at the party—without her. Brittany wasn't sure what was going on, but she felt kind of sad. Santana was trying to forget about her by getting drunk and having a good time, and it didn't seem that Puck was going to help her either since he was just as wasted. Brittany also knew the party was beginning to get out of hand; the couch had alcohol all over it, the kitchen walls were full of dip from the chips and Brittany could have sworn that she heard people hooking up in the different bedrooms. Brittany wasn't sure what was coming over her; she was in a jealous rage, staring at Santana kissing a random girl-and liking it. Brittany's face contorted into anger as she went into one of the empty bedrooms, closing the door behind her. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed a phone number, hoping that the person that would answer would pick up and help her. She heard a click, realizing someone picked up the phone.
"Brittany? I'm in the middle of rehearsal. Can't this wait till later?" The voice was none other than Finn's. Brittany thought about the party getting out of control, wondering if she should go back on her word to Santana...but when she thought about Santana, she simply felt anger and rage. How could Santana simply replace her at a party? She shook her head as tears fell from her eyes, her lips curling into a slight snarl.
"Finn?" Brittany softly but firmly said. "You and Rachel need to come home…now."
"I'M KING OF THE WORLD!" Kurt screamed as he took off his shirt and twirled it over his head. It was safe to say that the Kurt everyone knew was gone, and he was replaced by drunk Kurt. "THIS PARTY ROCKS!" Kurt stared over at Blaine who was busy making out with another gay man from Finn and Rachel's school. "Hey! Hey! Why…why are you making out…making out with…my Blainey Days?!" Kurt pulled Blaine away from the man as he stared into Blaine's eyes, causing Blaine to drunkenly wrap and arm around his friend.
"I'm your Blainey Days?" Blaine asked in a slurred voice, still gazing over at Kurt with interest.
"You've ALWAYS been MY Blainey Days!" Kurt gave Blaine a passionate kiss on the middle of the dance floor as everyone else egged them on. If rational Kurt was still around, there would have been no way in hell that he would have kissed Blaine, knowing that they were broken up. Then again, rational Kurt was long gone and party animal Kurt was here! Blaine and Kurt turned the kiss into a heated tug of war with their hand roaming all over each other's body's.
"Kurt…" Blaine said in between kisses. "Not…here…"
"Not here?" Kurt sounded out of breath, still placing a sloppy kiss on Blaine's neck. "Then where?"
"Your bedroom!" Blaine pulled Kurt over to his bedroom and closed the door behind them, ignoring the fact that there was an entire party still in the living room. As soon as Blaine and Kurt's door closed, Brittany opened the door to her room and exited, bumping into Melissa in the process.
"This party is out of control!" Melissa stated. Brittany raised an eyebrow as Melissa groaned. "People are having sex on the kitchen counter, the tables and…you might want to wipe that down before anyone puts food on those."
"This party has turned into a disaster." Brittany sighed. "Finn and Rachel are trying to come home but because of their rehearsal, they're not allowed to leave. They left me the job to get everyone out of the house before they come home. Look, I need your help…I don't know your name but you don't look like you're drunk or about to jump on someone and have sex with them."
"I'm Melissa." Melissa held out her hand as Brittany shook hers.
"I'm Brittany." Brittany nodded her head, staring over at the people in the kitchen. "First, let's get them out of here before they break something." On cue, Brittany and Melissa cringed when they heard something smash against the wall. Brittany and Melissa ran over to Finn and Rachel's room—where they witnessed a couple of teenagers break Finn's prized acoustic guitar that was given to him by Carole for his birthday.
"Finn is going to blow a gasket when he sees his guitar is in pieces." Melissa stared at Brittany who picked up the guitar and let out a sigh.
"All right, time for you to leave." Brittany and Melissa pulled the teenagers and opened the loft door, throwing the kids out and locking it before they had a chance to come back in. "Two down, fifteen thousand to go."
"Where on earth is Puck to end this party?" Melissa stared around. "This was his party to begin with, and I don't think Finn's Glee Club is going to be much help."
"I'd ask Santana but she seems to be in the mood to hook up with anyone right now." Brittany pointed over to Santana who was in her bra and underwear, dancing on one of Rachel's small tables. They both turned around and spotted Puck twirling his shirt over his head while he was visibly drunk. Brittany and Melissa gazed at each other before turning back towards Santana. "If Santana breaks that, Rachel is going to throw a fit."
"Well, I think Rachel's table is the last thing that we should worry about." Melissa shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, there's stuff everywhere, there's alcohol on the carpets, there's things on the floor that are smashed in half, I think the T.V. is being used for beer pong!" Brittany and Melissa saw the television laying down with some college kids bouncing ping-pong balls on it. Melissa knew her and Brittany couldn't throw out everyone themselves. They were going to have to get someone who wasn't Finn and Rachel involved. "Brittany, this is impossible. There's just too many people for us to throw out. We need to take drastic measures." Melissa pulled Brittany out of the loft and led her downstairs, with Brittany taking out her phone.
"I already called Finn, who else can I call?" Brittany wondered.
"We could try the police to shut down the party?" Melissa folded her hands, noticing that Brittany was having a conflict within herself. "Brittany, if you don't call the police to shut down this party then bad things are going to happen…Finn and Rachel might not have a place to call home when they get here, and that's the last thing we want. I know that the party wasn't a responsible idea and I know you were kind of forced to go along with it…but it's time to act responsible now and make things right." Brittany knew deep in her heart Melissa was right. The party was way out of control and her friends were beyond drunk. There was no way she could handle throwing everyone out herself. She relented, dialing 911 and putting the phone to her ear.
"Yes, I'd like to make a noise complaint…" Brittany stared at Melissa who nodded her head slowly. "There's a party with teens and alcohol."
Santana looked around the room as the party was becoming more rowdy, but all she could think about was finding another way to have some fun…she needed to be with someone now. Her eyes scanned all the way around the room and that was when she saw her target. Santana stumbled over to Puck and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, giving him a smirk as he looked back at her.
"Hey…why don't you come with me and we could have some fun?" Santana slurred. Santana wasn't sure what she was doing right now and neither did Puck. All Santana knew was a moment later, her lips crashed onto Puck's and she started making out with him. If Puck were thinking clearly, he would have remembered there was someone else he had feelings for-but right now he and Santana were under the influence of alcohol. Of course, it didn't take long for things to escalate with Puck, and if Santana was thinking clearly things certainly never would have gotten this far…
{Santana grabs Puck and holds him close as she smirks into his ear. The scene intercuts to Blaine and Kurt in Kurt's bedroom as Blaine grabs Kurt's arms and pins him against the wall}
[Santana]
Oh
[Puck]
Turn the lights off…
[Santana]
I feel good, I walk alone
But then I trip over myself and I fall
I, I stand up, and then I'm okay
But then you print some stuff
That makes me wanna scream
[Santana and Kurt]
So do what you want
What you want to my body
Do what you want
Don't stop this party
Do what you want
What you want with my body
Do what you want
What you want with my body
Write what you want
Say what you want about me
If you're wondering, know that I'm not sorry
Do what you want
What you want with my body
What you want with my body
You can't have my heart
And you won't use my mind but
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life and
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
{Puck and Santana drunkenly head into Puck's bedroom as the scene intercuts with Blaine drunkenly putting Kurt down on his bed}
[Puck]
Early morning, longer nights
Tom Ford, private flights
Crazy schedule, fast life
I wouldn't trade it in
Cause it's our life, and let's slow it down
I could be the drink in your cup
I could be the green you spend, yup
You're a pusher man, yeah, I got what you want
You wanna escape all the craziness
You're the Marilyn, I'm the president
And I love to hear you sing girl
[Puck and Blaine]
Do what I want
Do what I want with your body
Do what I want
Do what I want with your body
Back of the club, taking shots, getting naughty
No invitations, just a private party
Do what I want
Do what I want with your body
Do what I want
Do what I want with your body
Yeah, we taking these haters and we're roughing them up
And we laying the club like we don't give a, OH!
{Blaine and Kurt start making out without thinking and they stare at each other when Kurt starts removing the buttons from Blaine's shirt}
[Santana and Kurt]
You can't have my heart
And you won't use my mind but
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life and
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
[Santana]
Sometimes I'm scared I suppose
If you ever let me go
I would fall apart
If you break my heart
So just take my body
And don't stop the party
[Santana, Kurt, Blaine and Puck]
You can't have my heart
And you won't use my mind but
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life and
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
[Santana]
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body
Do what you want with my body, boy
{Shows Santana asleep in a bed after a long night}
[Santana, Blaine, Puck and Kurt]
Do what you want with my body!
Everything had flashed before Brittany's eyes. One minute, she was calling the police because of a noise complaint party, the next she found herself sitting in the waiting room of a police precinct with Rachel, who was absolutely livid-although not towards Brittany. Brittany folded her hands together, wondering if she should say something, anything. She stared at Rachel, seeing she was simply gazing at the wall, keeping her eye contact on the bland beige paint.
"Rachel..." Brittany softly said, noticing Rachel was turning her head towards her. Rachel's face expression softened as Brittany gazed to the wall, looking at the clock. It was 9 in the morning and it had been hours since the disaster of a party happened. Rachel continued to stare at Brittany, seeing Brittany was wiping her eyes. "Is Finn going to be okay?" Rachel nodded her head slowly, putting an arm around Brittany's shoulder.
"Finn's going to be fine." Rachel softly said, although she wasn't sure herself. "Finn was just protecting everyone else from the police by admitting to something he didn't do. I just want to know what happened. Why the party? Why?
"Because Puck and Santana said that it would build street cred or something with the NYADA Glee Club" Brittany shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh that was a lie and you know it." Rachel shook her head still feeling slight anger. "They're both probably feeling some sort of heartbreak, so they figured this was a way to let loose. I know, because that's how the "Rachel Berry Extravaganza' basically started. At the time I was upset and jealous that Finn was interested in Quinn, so when Puck convinced me to throw the party, I knew it was something that I wanted to do-although I paid the price afterwards since I had a pounding headache and I was thrown up on by you." Brittany remembered the story, slightly smiling before her face turned serious again. "I know that they're hurting but this was not the way to do it."
"How long do we have to wait here for them to give us Finn back?" Brittany wondered.
"They said probably within the next hour." Rachel answered, staring at the clock again. "You don't know how scared I was Brittany...seeing Finn taken away by the police for something he didn't even know about until you called him. I know you didn't just call him to warn him about the party out of the goodness of your heart. What else happened, Britt?" Rachel saw Brittany wiping a few tears as she shook her head.
"Santana was drunk and she was interested in other girls..." Brittany quietly admitted. "I don't know why I was so angry, I guess..." Brittany sniffled before continuing. "I guess I was jealous and I didn't want her to have fun...and then I saw everything was getting out of hand and I was so scared. I was worried that something could have happened to the house and it could have blown up or something...it's just...I guess I was scared of losing Santana again. I lost her too many times." Brittany wiped her tears as Rachel gave her friend a hug, which was enough for her to start sobbing. Rachel held her tightly, rubbing Brittany's back as she continued to cry, with Brittany feeling extreme guilt. 'I guess I still blame myself." Brittany croaked out. "I blame myself for Santana throwing the party in the first place." Rachel stared at Brittany, noticing Brittany was looking away from her. "If I had just stayed with her and got back together with her, then none of this would have happened."
"Brittany, what happened was not your fault." Rachel assured her. "Santana made the decision to throw a party and she should have known better. There were other ways for her to get her heartbreak out, but instead she chose the wrong route. You did nothing wrong, Britt. I promise you."
"What if Finn blames me for all this?" Brittany wondered. "What if he blames me for him getting arrested for the party?"
"Finn's not going to blame you." Rachel quickly said. "It's not your fault the party was thrown and you did the right thing by calling the police when you knew it was hard to handle. You were left with no other choice than to call them. I know that even though you were jealous, you still had good intentions. You didn't want to see Santana get hurt and you didn't want the house to get destroyed, although I'm afraid to go look at it. I'm proud of you, Brittany. What you did was so smart and what happened to Finn or what happened to the house is not your fault, okay?" Rachel rubbed Brittany's back before the two of them hugged again. Rachel and Brittany stared at each other after breaking apart the hug, with Rachel getting up from the chair. "I'm going to go and get something to eat from the cart outside. Do you want anything?" Brittany simply shook her head, but Rachel rubbed Brittany's shoulder quickly before heading outside. Brittany was left in her thoughts again, worrying about effects of the party. Her eyes shifted back towards the door opening and out came Finn holding a piece of paper. He looked slightly disheveled, but he was more furious than anything. However, when he saw Brittany's face, his anger slightly washed away and he saw the worry in her eyes. He simply walked over to her, stuffing his hands in his pockets and gave her a small smile.
"Are you okay?" Finn softly wondered, seeing Brittany was on the verge of tears.
"I'm so sorry..." Brittany whispered, going into Finn's arms and sobbing like a baby. Finn hugged her tightly, nodding his head slowly as he soothed her, not wanting her to think she was in trouble in anyway.
"It's okay..." Finn assured her. "It's okay...everything's okay now..." Finn's mind focused back to what happened the night before-and he knew certain people that were in ginormoustrouble.
Kurt squeezed his eyes tightly when he felt a ray of sun the next afternoon. Kurt had a pounding headache, and his stomach was in knots. Kurt opened his eyes and saw the mess all over the room. His stuff was all over the floor, his laptop was broken in three different pieces—and the most shocking revelation was Blaine was in Kurt's bed—naked!
"What the…" Kurt rubbed his head, pulling the sheet close to him. "Blaine…wake up!" Blaine's eyes opened as he groaned.
"What…?" Blaine stared at Kurt, seeing that Kurt was naked as well. "Kurt?" Blaine and Kurt were wide awake now as they gazed around them. "Kurt, what happened last night?"
"I'm going to guess the party got out of hand." Kurt rubbed his forehead. "I need an aspirin…"
"I think I'm going to throw up…" Blaine grabbed his boxers that were on the floor and put them on, noticing the slight look of horror on Kurt's face. "Kurt…did we…?"
"Yes Blaine…" Kurt sighed, grabbing his robe. "I believe we did. We got so blasted at the party and the next thing I remember were hands roaming all over...someone calling for Blainey Days or something like that...ugh...I feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it."
"What do you think Finn and Rachel think of this?" Blaine asked. That was when Kurt and Blaine's eyes widened, as they stared towards the door.
"Oh my god! Finn!" Kurt covered his mouth realizing that he screamed a little too loud. "Finn is going to explode when he realizes what happened here."
"Let's just hope he's not too mad." Blaine suggested, but as soon as Blaine made the suggestion, there was a bang on the door. "I'm guessing that's Finn."
"Well, time to face the music." Kurt sighed.
"Wait…" Blaine got up from the bed and walked over to Kurt. "Aren't we going to talk about…last night?"
"There's nothing to talk about, Blaine." Kurt explained. "We were both drunk and we slept with each other without using better judgment. It still doesn't change the fact we can't be together."
"Wait, you're saying we can't be together because...?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"Because of the fact you're still in Lima and I'm still here." Kurt sighed. "I know you're graduating soon but...we can't be together yet. Not until then." Kurt looked towards the door, releasing a sigh. "I just hope Brittany, Santana and Puck didn't get themselves into too much trouble."
In Santana's room, she was feeling the same side effects of a hard night of partying—but she was more in shock when she realized what just happened. As she rubbed her forehead, she realized she was naked…and right next to her was a sleeping Puck. Santana's eyes widened and she immediately grabbed her clothes as she started to throw them on. She didn't know what happened last night. One moment she was partying with everyone else…and the next moment, she was in bed with Puck.
"Oh my god…" Santana whispered to herself, getting out of bed and seeing that Puck's clothes were on the floor too. "What did I just do?" Santana slowly opened the door, with hopes that Finn and Rachel weren't here. She wasn't ready to face them because she knew they were going to be disappointed. She noticed the apartment was an absolute mess and she smelled like Puck. It didn't take Santana long to realize that she had taken Puck to bed with her—despite the fact she didn't play for his team. She had a feeling she was in trouble—big trouble. Santana entered the kitchen, grabbing a cup of water and drinking it in order to get rid of the blaring hangover she had. Santana heard someone enter the kitchen along with her, and as soon as she turned her head, she noticed it was Puck, looking just as shocked.
"Santana?" Puck whispered as Santana crossed her arms. "I think something happened last night."
"No? Really turdface?" Santana sardonically said as she took a sip of water. "Puck, what happened between me and you meant nothing, you got that?"
"Trust me, I don't want to be tethered to you." Puck said as Santana moved her hair to the side. "Santana, everything got out of hand…I don't even think we were using protection and the fact that you weren't on birth control because you thought that you would never sleep with another person in your life…Santana…we're in trouble."
"So you're saying I could be pregnant?" Santana pointed to herself as Puck shrugged his shoulders. Santana turned repulsed, slapping her forehead with her hand. "Oh no, now my possible baby is going to be stupid like you."
"You weren't exactly smart last night either…" Puck grumbled. "None of us were…and I saw what happened to Finn's guitar…he's going to freak."
"This was all your fault!" Santana pointed towards Puck. "You had this gigantic party in order to get your mind off Quinn and instead trashed the loft!"
"You were just as responsible for this!" Puck pointed back towards Santana. "You were upset that Brittany was talking to Brody! She can't talk to people? You're so self-absorbed!"
"So are you!" Santana screamed. "You think Quinn has to be with you! Well newsflash Einstein, she doesn't! She moved on and you're just butt-hurt! You're so frustrating that…" Santana stopped her rant as she looked behind Puck. Puck became confused as to why Santana stopped speaking and turned around—only to see a furious Finn standing behind him and holding his broken guitar. "Uh…good afternoon, Finn. How's everything?" Santana meekly asked. Finn didn't look entertained.
"Living room. NOW." Finn growled as Puck and Santana looked towards one another. Forget the trouble they were in before—they were in ginormous trouble now.
Santana, Kurt, Blaine and Puck sat on the couch (or what was left of it) as Finn glared at them while Brittany was sitting in Kurt's car chair looking saddened towards them. Santana had to wonder why Brittany wasn't sitting with them. She was at the party too.
"All right…who's going to start talking?" Finn crossed his arms, keeping his stern glare as Santana, Puck, Blaine and Kurt struggled to speak. Finn was already furious, one wrong word and he was going to explode. "Anyone? All right, I'll start. Why is it when Rachel and I got home, the cops were here, there was alcohol all over the place and I was written a ticket for a noise complaint and arrested for serving teenagers alcohol at a party I didn't even know about or attend?!"
"Wait, you were arrested last night?!" Kurt seemed shocked as Finn snarled at him.
"I wasn't going to let you dummies get arrested. Puck already has a record and he would have been in jail forever." Finn shook his head. "Rachel and Brittany bailed me out earlier this morning after I was booked and processed. Do you know how EMBARRASSED I was?! And do you know how much trouble Brittany went through just to stop the party?! Brittany was an emotional wreck when Rachel found her!"
"Wait…Brittany, did you call the cops?!" Blaine was surprised.
"I didn't know what else to do…" Brittany admitted. "The party was getting out of hand…"
"It's okay, Brittany." Finn's voice softened. "You did the right thing." Finn's glare returned as he stared at Santana, Puck, Kurt and Blaine. "You guys don't understand what you've done! You don't understand that my life could be ruined now! What school is going to hire me because of the charge I have against me? Hmm? No one in their right mind would hire me...because I supposedly gave kids alcohol. I also got a call from Madame Tibideaux saying how disappointed she was and how I was lucky I wasn't expelled! You hear this?! I could have been expelled from NYADA because of you! So, what should I do to punish you?"
"Punish us?!" Kurt was baffled. "You can't punish us, Finn."
"Yes I can." Finn nodded his head, furrowing his eyebrows towards them. "Mom and Burt found out I was arrested and Rachel explained that it was because of a party I never even threw…so mom and Burt think it's fitting that I deliver the punishment since I went through a lot for no reason. Kurt, Santana, Puck, you three are suspended from Glee Club for a week, Blaine, I talked with Mr. Schue, you're suspended from New Directions for a week and the four of you are going to clean up this house. I'm giving you all a warning now, if you EVER throw another party again without me knowing and I have to go through a night of hell…I will kick you all out of this house. Do you understand me? Are we clear?!"
"Crystal." Kurt, Puck and Blaine spoke in unison.
"Wait, where's Brittany's punishment?" Santana argued, looking over at Brittany. "She knew about the party too."
"Yes, she knew but she was also the only one who acted responsibly when she knew it was getting out of hand." Finn stuffed his hands in his pockets, letting Santana know there was no room for argument. "Does anyone have anything they'd like to say?" Puck sadly looked at Finn, getting up from the sofa to stare at him. Kurt, Blaine and Santana were worried that Finn was going to clock Puck in the face-he looked that angry.
"Finn...what happened at the party was my fault..." Puck sighed. "It was my idea of 'letting off some steam' and it got out of hand...I'm so sorry, Finn..." Finn and Puck stared at each other for a few moments, with Finn nodding his head slowly.
"You say you're sorry...and I know you are." Finn surprisingly didn't sound mad when he spoke to Puck, but he sounded hurt. "I know you're sorry Puck...but you need to prove that you're sorry. I'm not going to be everyone's quarterback forever...taking the fall every time something bad happens. It's time you start manning up to your mistakes, Puck...I accept your apology...but I can't forgive you yet. I hope you understand." Finn's face turned stern as he faced Kurt, Blaine and Santana, seeing they decided not to say anything. Finn had to admit, he was actually surprised in Kurt, Blaine and Santana. At least Puck had the decency to apologize. He acknowledged he had some leniency for Puck since he owned up to the party...but it didn't change the fact Finn still had a pending criminal record. "Look, Puck...I know you have work later so just clean up until you have to go. As for you, Kurt, Blaine and Santana you're going to stay here and clean up until this house is spotless...Britt, come on…let's go get something to eat. You're probably starving." Brittany got up from the car chair and walked away from Santana, Puck, Kurt and Blaine as she and Finn exited the loft, Finn closing the door behind him.
"I was expecting a tongue lashing from Finn…that was sort of tame." Blaine said as soon as he was certain Finn was out of hearing range.
"Dudes…we really messed up." Puck sighed, feeling incredibly guilty. "We messed up really bad. Finn now has a criminal record and Brittany looks like she hates us…or mostly Santana. Not to mention if Marley ever finds out I threw a party and got Finn in trouble, she'll never talk to me again. I don't think this was what she meant when she said I needed to let loose."
"Why do you care what Marley thinks?" Blaine wondered, seeing Puck was now turning a bright shade of red.
"Seriously? You had to ask that question?" Kurt sighed. "He has a crush on her, it's pretty obvious. I think everyone in McKinley knows."
"I do not have a crush on her." Puck lied, trying to get the subject off him.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand...I just can't believe that Brittany called the cops on the party." Santana sighed.
"Well, you have to admit…she did have no choice." Blaine admitted. "We did kind of make a mess of things…all because we had our personal agendas."
"What kind of personal agendas?" Santana grabbed the trash bag and stuffed some empty alcohol bottles in them.
"Let's try the fact that Blaine was trying to get close to me, Puck was trying to get over Quinn while misusing Marley's words when she said to 'let loose' and you were trying to get over Brittany." Kurt admitted.
"Uh-huh, and what was your agenda?" Santana couldn't help but smirk, "You didn't list yourself?"
"I don't have one." Kurt hastily said before continuing. "We all messed up badly…now Rachel's tables are broken, Brittany's upset and Finn looks like he's going to kill us. I mean…we were the ones that messed up and Finn was the one that risked the ride downtown because he didn't want us to get in trouble. Finn could go to jail for this, it's a serious crime…"
"But he didn't do anything!" Puck said, his eyes widening in horror.
"Yeah, but because he made a false confession, the police now think he did it." Kurt argued. "Look, even if Finn just gets community service, he took the fall for something he didn't even do or know about…and if you think about it, that's not fair. Finn just made a deal with the devil because he didn't want everyone else to get in trouble…we should be lucky we have someone like him. Anyone else would have thrown us to the police and we'd be sitting in that jail cell right now. Not Finn, what he gave us was a slap on the wrist compared to what he went through last night…I'm just saying…we were selfish and we listened to that little monster inside of our heads telling us what we did was okay…and in the end the one that got hurt was Finn. I mean, Finn's goal is to be a teacher…who wants to hire a teacher who served alcohol to kids?" Kurt turned around and started picking up the garbage on the floor, not saying another word to anyone. Puck and Santana turned to one another, realizing that Finn had done them a huge favor, even if it meant it impacted him. Santana and Puck knew they both messed up…and Finn was the only one paying the price.
[Santana]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
Cause you think I'm crazy, you think I'm crazy
[Puck]
I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, I guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanted it both ways
Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated
When I blew, see, but it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to be was the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
Hit the lottery, ooh, wee
But with that I gave up to get was bittersweet
It was like winning a used mink
Ironic cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and kooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
Cause I'm…
{Scene changes to Finn sitting in his classroom looking at the empty chairs and Santana and Puck stare at him}
[Santana]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
Cause you think I'm crazy, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothing
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh, oh, uh oh, uh oh
Well that's nothing
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh, oh, uh oh, uh oh
{Scene changes to Santana trying to get Finn's attention at work but Finn simply ignores her and goes into the kitchen and Santana looks worried. Santana turns to Brittany and sees Brittany is walking away from her with sadness}
[Puck]
Now I know I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
To seize the moment and don't squander it
Cause you never know when it could all be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, pondering will do you wonders. No wonder you're losing your mind
the way it wanders)
Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo
I think it went wandering off down yonder
And stumbled 'ta Jeff VanVonderen
Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and all this conflict
Cause the very thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD's conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I just keep relaying what the voice in my head is saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
{Scene changes to Santana and Puck entering the auditorium and they see Finn with the other members of his Glee Club as they look saddened that they're suspended}
[Santana]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
Cause you think I'm crazy, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothing
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh, oh, uh oh, uh oh
Well that's nothing
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh, oh, uh oh, uh oh
{Scene changes to the loft and Kurt tries to talk to Finn but Finn puts his headphones in and ignores Kurt. Kurt looks over at Rachel and sees her walking into their room and closing the door as she ignores him too}
[Puck]
Call me crazy but I have this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you like a regular civilian
But until then the drums get killed and I'm coming straight at
MC's, blood spilled and I'll
Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that
Pumped up feeling and stuff to say back
I'm not here to save all the children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin that Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
{Scene changes to the NYADA auditorium and Santana and Puck are standing on the stage, looking out and feeling guilty about what happened}
[Santana and Puck]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
Cause you think I'm crazy, you think I'm crazy
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed (Puck: Get along with the)
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
Cause you think I'm crazy, you think I'm crazy
Well that's nothing
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh, oh, uh oh, uh oh
Well that's nothing
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh oh, uh, oh, uh oh, uh oh
GUEST STARRING
Darren Criss as Blaine Anderson
Olesya Rulin as Melissa Stewart
Cassadee Pope as Celina Jones
Ariana Grande as Simone Barberrie
Dean Geyer as Brody Weston
Jesse McCartney as Dustin Shafer
SONG(S):
Timber (Originally by Pitbull feat. Ke$ha): Performed by Brittany Pierce and Brody Weston
We Can't Stop (Originally by Miley Cyrus): Performed by Santana Lopez and Noah "Puck" Puckerman
Do What U Want (Originally by Lady Gaga feat. R. Kelly): Performed by Santana Lopez, Kurt Hummel, Noah "Puck" Puckerman and Blaine Anderson
The Monster (Originally by Eminem feat. Rihanna): Performed by Santana Lopez and Noah "Puck" Puckerman