In the midst of competition season, a new glee club emerges.
A group of eleven girls, looking for one more to fill the spot of the lucky twelfth member.
The girls want to win, they have to win.
and there's only one person that can help them do so...
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"One more time? Just to make sure? We never have to speak a word of it."
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Rachel woke up tucked perfectly under her yellow comforter the next morning, she rubbed her eyes and looked over next to her to see Maddie absolutely passed out, quiet snores coming from her as she slept. Rachel didn't remember making it to her bed, and she looked under the covers to see her dressed in her pajamas, instantly making her worried as to how she had gotten here.
A wave of nausea washed over her and she brought a hand to her mouth as she entered into the bathroom kicking the door closed behind her and just barely making it to the toilet before throwing up. In the time since she had woken up to now she hadn't even noticed that her head was pounding.
When she knew she was done getting sick, she gargled some water and went downstairs to make her and Maddie some breakfast. She arrived at the bottom of the stairs, and her eyebrows raised when the smell of gluten free pancakes wafted through the room. "Uh hello?" She asked, stomping into the kitchen, where Kurt was flipping pancakes over the stove and Blaine was sitting at the table, nursing a cup of coffee in one of Rachel's Minnie Mouse mugs.
"Morning sunshine." Kurt deadpanned and he gently flipped the pancake from the pan onto the plate. "How do you feel?"
"Like hell." Rachel responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table across from Blaine.
"Could you guys please keep it down?" Blaine whined, as he took another sip of coffee.
Kurt set a plate of pancakes down in front of Blaine, "Here, eat." He demanded and brought over a mug of coffee for Rachel.
"Kurt, you know I don't drink coffee." Rachel pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Today, you do." He told her, and because her head was pounding, she didn't argue. Kurt went back into the kitchen and came out with another plate of pancakes and some ibuprofen. "Eat first then take these. It'll help you feel better."
Rachel and Blaine nodded and reluctantly began to dig in to their perfectly cooked pancakes. "I'm going to check in Viv, try not to throw up while I'm gone." Kurt sighed.
"You know you don't have to do this for us, right." Rachel smiled meekly.
"I know," Kurt replied, and descended the stairs.
Rachel looked over at Blaine who was staring out the window, picking at his pancakes. Rachel couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked, even though he too felt like hell. "Last night was crazy."
"Yeah, please never let me get that drunk again." Blaine chuckled.
"Promise." Rachel smiled, unsure if she should bring up their shared kiss. "So that game of spin the bottle, interesting?"
