illicit affairs

ke$ha riots | 5

over the next few days, leading up to the friday, all we did in glee club was practice for the assembly. artie, rachel or puck would usually sneak in some more booze for us to have during school.

santana and i hadn't spoken since she apologised during rehearsal and i hadn't really made time to talk to her i suppose - but why should i? i was usually super busy with rachel's problems or catching up on classes that i'd missed by joining so late to really make any friends.

rehearsal for the number was hard, especially because majority of us were drunk all the time. mr schuester wasn't doing any better than us either, his '3am booty call' to miss pilsbury actually got sent to coach sylvester and she leaked it to the entire school. i think to solve the problem caused by drinking, he's just turned to drinking more.

since brittany had taken the lead for the performance, we all really just did basic choreography since she had to focus on singing and not teaching us to dance. brittany had long since forgotten about the whole santana debacle but i think that's just because she has mainly been drunk for the whole week. whenever we were getting into our costumes, rachel would usually emerge with an emptied out milk carton full of whatever was left in her dads cabinets. it felt better to perform a ke$sha number while being drunk, it just felt fitting.

"i hope this doesn't end up like the britney performance." rachel whispered to me nervously before taking a drink for her cup, she peeked through the crack in the curtain, the whole school sat waiting for us to perform.

"what the fuck happened at the britney performance?" i asked, she looked up at me - staring - and just shook her head.

"we don't talk about it."

she led me over to the rest of the group and we all huddled up, she brought the milk carton concoction she was drinking previously from behind her back and started passing out the cups she had stacked on a table off to the side.

"this tastes like cough medicine." santana said and groaned, still continuing to down the rest of her cup.

"there's some cough syrup in there, yeah." rachel replied and let out a belch.

brittany paced up and down the stage, rubbing her temples, she looked scared. i was the only one who seemed to notice. i went up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder, she jumped a little and turned around.

"hi y/n! what's up?" she looked down at me with a smile, brittany was very tall, even taller now that she had heels on. i can definitely see the resemblance to ke$ha now, it's uncanny.

"no britt, what's up with you? pacing up and down the stage. you gotta go on soon!" i slurred back to her and she still looked down at me, nervously.

"i feel really sick, i think my body's starting to feel the affects of alcohol." she groaned and held her stomach, artie rolled over to her and that felt like my cue to leave, so i did.

i left the pair alone and went back over to join the group. as i made it back; the sharp microphone feedback filled the school hall and i winced at the sound, almost falling into berry as it took me by surprise. i heard a snicker to my right and of course it was santana, looking at berry holding me up obviously made her giggle for some reason. i'd learnt to brush off when santana said or did something inappropriate in awkward situations, i hadn't been in glee long but i knew one thing: santana was a bitch.

figgins' voice filled the room, "now, mckinley highs very own glee club! performing 'tik' and also 'tok' by pop sensation ke-dollarsign-ha!"

we all scattered and ran to our positions, my stomach churning as i hurried. scattered applause filled the room and the song started blasting through the hall.

brittany started singing, suddenly, the quiet and reluctant applause turned to cheers and shouting. i'm still not sure how, in my haze, i could remember the dance - but somehow i did.

during the song, brittany stumbled off position, pulling her mic down to whisper something to rachel, whatever it was she decided to power through it.

a few moments later she clutched her stomach and doubled over, the music and brittany's voice both cut off suddenly and purple, watery vomit spewed out over the stage and onto rachel. the cheering and welcoming applause was cut short, it was filled with a shocked silence.

we all stood there, stunned. then, to my left, i heard gagging. santana walked forward a little before doubling over too and vomiting everywhere.

brittany looked over to santana, santana to brittany. we all just stood there, this wasn't the way it was meant to go. i looked down to mr schue, he was sat there with the most disappointed look on his face, he shook his head at us. it felt like id disappointed my dad, yanno?

"everybody drink responsibly." brittany said down the mic to fill the silence, nobody said anything after, all you could hear was the shuffles of our boots trying to hurry off the stage.

mr schue had already walked around to the back of the stage, he stood there with his arms crossed and an angry look on his face; "i am so disappointed in every single one of you, what were you even thinking! figgins wants to speak to you all. i suggested you all go and get changed and get cleaned up."

santana, brittany and rachel all walked toward the bathroom to clean up as the rest of us headed back stage towards the dressing rooms.

"that was a fucking mess,' quinn scoffed as she did a little jog to catch up with me, she instantly regretted it and clutched her stomach, "i cant believe we had another britney incident! that's it, no more glee club assembly's ever. i'm rioting."

i laughed at her dramatics and we grabbed our clothes that had been lazily swung over the backs of our chairs. we made our way into the girls bathroom, which is where britt, santana and berry had all retreated to.

the mess was undeniable as we walked into that bathroom. rachel was crying her eyes out, she had her head fully buried under the tap in the sink. i could hear brittany and santana together in the further stall sobbing. quinn knocked on their door and they came out, both topless too. i couldn't help but laugh when i saw the two girls huddled together, vomit in their hair and mascara streaming down santana's face. they both shot me stares and quinn helped them over to the sink and turned on the tap, britt quickly took over, comforting santana as she washed her hair. quinn rolled her eyes and signalled for me to follow her into the bathroom stall, mercedes' and tina followed behind and went into the other available stall where the floor wasn't covered in santana and brittany's puke.

the two of us got changed in silence, the whole bathroom was silent except for the occasional sniffles from either rachel or santana. after the whole embarrassment we quickly became sober, we'd all realised what had just happened. the silence was uncomfortable, i knew everybody wanted to speak, i could hear the strain of trying to hold back whatever they wanted to say. quinn and i stayed in the bathroom stall until mercedes' and tina had the courage to walk out first, we followed soon behind.

the four of us hurried out and let out a breath none of us new we had been holding. the boys and mr schue were waiting out side figgins' office, waiting for us all to leave the bathrooms.

"santana, britt and rachel are still trying to clean their hair..." tina said reluctantly, she new she had to clear some of the tension when as we walked toward mr schue, he had his eye brows raised at us the whole time.

"tell them it doesn't matter, to just put on some clean clothes and get out here." he said, the most monotone sound in his voice and look on his face.

tina nodded and without hesitation made her way back to the bathroom, head still down the whole way there and back.