As Time Passes ; sam evans [1]

[blame it on the alcohol]

Soon enough, they really had started to get into it. It was pretty uncomfortable to see.. 'Okay, I think we've had enough of that!' Kurt clapped.

'Your face....tastes awesome.' Rachel whispered. 'I think I just found a new duet partner!' she announced.

Don't You Want Me -
Performed by Rachel Berry & Blaine Anderson

Oddly enough, I actually really enjoyed their performance, couldn't have said the same for Kurt. He and I were sitting next to the piano, watching the duo perform.

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'I need to close my locker, and it's going to sound like a gunshot.' Tina whispered.

'I have had the worst hangover since Saturday, and it's Monday.' Mercedes complained.

'My head feels like it's been stepped on 100 times.' I said fixing my sunglasses.

'I've been dry-heaving all weekend. When my mother asked what the sound was, I said that I was practicing bird calls.' Santana joined the conversation lowly speaking.

'You guys, I can't stop barfing.' Mike grumbled.

'Please don't say "barf." I sighed shaking my head.

'I caught a whiff of hairspray and went full Linda Blair in the girls' bathroom.' Santana mentioned.

'I told my mom I had the flu, and she made me a traditional tea made out of panda hair.' Mike shared.

'Can we talk about anything else?' Tina spat.

'How about some Bloody Mary's, y'all?' Artie held up cups and a bottle while smiling.

'Are you kidding me? The last thing I want to do is drink.' Mercedes complained.

'It'll help your hangover. That's what Bloody Mary's are for.' he mentioned.

'Oh, well then give me it all.' I nodded grabbing myself a plastic cup.

'Hair of the dog that done bit your ass.'