Lila Anderson has returned for her sophomore year at McKinley High. After losing regionals, the Glee Club is officially at the bottom of the food chain, but when Lila comes back for the school year with a new look, she gets more than overlooked in t...
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SANTANA: It sounds awful. Is anybody actually going?
BRITTANY: Let me find out. [BRITTANY ADDS ARTIE TO THE CALL] Did you hear?
ARTIE: Yes. Mercedes just told me.
MERCEDES: [TO ARTIE] Tell them I'll go if they go.
ARTIE: Tell them yourself, I ain't no pony express. [SANTANA ADDS MERCEDES]
MERCEDES: You're going, right? Add Lila. I'm not going if she's not.
SANTANA: [ADDS LILA] Alright, I added her.
LILA: What up?
MERCEDES: Rachel's party. Be there.
LILA: That's so boring. A night at Rachel's without drinks is like a surgery without drugs.
ARTIE: Quick to assume there won't be alcohol.
LILA: Are you kidding? It's Rachel.
BRITTANY: But it's Alcohol Awareness Week.
SANTANA: Precisely. I am aware of how much fun alcohol is. Let's ask Puckerman. [SANTANA ADDS PUCK]
PUCK: Your go for Puck.
SANTANA: It's Santittany and Artcedesla. Can your friends score wine coolers?
PUCK:
No, but his I.D can.
MERCEDES: If we're all in, it's settled. The Rachel Berry house party train wreck extravaganza is officially a go.
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From the moment we stepped into Rachel's house, I noticed how utterly bored everyone was.
The house itself was eerily spotless, like it was waiting to be photographed for a magazine spread. The furniture was placed carefully around the house with not even a speck of dust lying on it.
"Welcome. Kurt. Blaine. Wasn't expecting you guys," Rachel greeted, her voice just a touch higher than usual.
Blaine responded with an easy grin. "I'm off the clock right now, Rachel. I'm not a Warbler. I'm just Blaine. I'm not even wearing my uniform."
Kurt, arms crossed, glanced around the room with a raised eyebrow. "So, this is your dad's Oscar room?"
Rachel lit up at the mention, clearly eager to brag. "Yes. They transformed our ordinary basement for our famous annual Oscar parties."
