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Czas: 0:11

I know I'm really late, but.....OMFG! SHE SAID YES! And Rachel's a finalist for the NYADA!!! I can't wait for this week's episode which will be packed with Finchel scenes! Santana: (stands up on lunch table) Okay. I'm making it official. Party at my house this Saturday. Who's interested? Puck, Quinn, Sam, and Brittany all raised their hands except for Finn and Rachel. Santana: (disappointed) And what are you two planning to do this Saturday without us? Kiss under the moonlight? Holding hands on the beach? Something overly lovey-dovey? At that, Finn and Rachel both blushed. Rachel: No, Santana, I just, I'm not very comfortable if there's going to be... (whispers) alcohol there. Finn: Yeah, and if Rachel isn't going I don't think I will either. Santana: Oh, c'mon! Don't be such party poopers! Rachel if you don't want to drink then you can stay sober, but just saying; it's more fun with some drinks. Quinn: Santana! Rachel doesn't have to do it if she doesn't want to. I agree with her, hangovers are the worst. Santana: You're funny Q, because it'll only take you 2 seconds near some place with booze before you're knocked out. Quinn slumps back into her chair angrily and Sam gave her a little pat on the shoulder. Santana: (sighs) OKAY! It's official. Everyone here is coming. Puck: WHOOP! Saturday night, everyone arrived at Santana's house. Each person or couple filed in a minute or two after the other. At last, Puck walked in with boxes of bottles in his hands. Everyone cheered and rushed over to get their own drinks. Taking one after another, it wasn't long until everyone was drunk. Rachel and Finn sat on the couch and drank soda. They watched as their friends partied. Rachel: Have you ever...? Finn: Yes. Only once though, and probably never again. Rachel: What is it like? Being drunk? Finn: Well, I don't really remember. Everything happens like a blur. Sort of like a dream. When its happening, you know what's going on, but when you try to recall it, it's almost like it never even happened. Rachel suddenly fell silent. She stared at Quinn, who was usually so proper and quiet, partying like she needs to be sent to a mental hospital. Sam, who decided not to drink to drive others home held onto her, making sure she didn't fall over. Santana and Brittany were definitely as high as cloud nine. And do we really have to tell you how Puck is doing? Rachel: Finn, I want to try. Finn: Try? Rachel...you don't mean... By this time, Rachel was already up and pulling Finn out of his seat. Rachel: I'm going to have to do it sooner or later. Why not now? Searching around, Rachel and Finn finally stumbled upon Puck, still passing around drinks, mostly to Santana. Santana: I swear it was still half full a second ago...someone must've drank out of it or something. (Staggers away laughing) Puck: (notices Finn and Rachel) Dude, I swear that I have nothing to do with their plan for spiking Rach's drink... Finn: Wait...what? Rachel: One bottle. Puck: (raises an eyebrow as he is clearly confused) For the lady or the gentleman? Rachel: Me. Finn: Are you sure? Puck: C'mon Finn, loosen up. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? You're getting her nervous. Here Rach. (hands her a bottle of beer) It's on the house. Finn: Free like all the other ones you gave out? Puck: Just go with it, man. Rachel: (opens bottle) Well, here goes nothing.