"So this is like the room of your fathers of the Oscars." Haley overheard someone say, although she was somewhat zoned out.

"Yes, they transformed an ordinary basement for our famous annual festivals of the Oscars." Rachel explained.

"This party sucks." Artie stated.

"What do you say we all go to Breadstix instead?" Tina asked. Everyone nodded at her proposal.

As they all passed Rachel, she wore a forlorn look on her face.

"Great party Rachel. We gotta run." Artie explained.

"Yes, dinner reservations." Tina added.

"Sorry Berry, but I won't be staying unless there is alcohol or some other badass thing." Haley said.

"But, but...We haven't even played celebrity yet." Rachel complained. "Why is everybody leaving?"

"Because this party blows." Puck said.

"Frankly it sucks." Haley added.

"How am I supposed to write Both Sides now if I can't even throw a party?"

"Look, if you want everyone to stay, you've got to let me break into your dads' liquor cabinet. No one's gonna get buzzed after two wine coolers. I'll replace it before they get home." Pucked explained to Rachel.

"Let's party!" She yelled after debating.

As the proper music came on and they had begun to drink some alcohol, the real party had begun.

Haley slowly approached Mercedes who was laughing away with Tina, only making the three of them laugh even harder. However Finn, who had remained sober, watched both Sam and Haley. He made his way over to Haley and purposely spun her so she came face to face with Sam.

"Oh, hey Sam." Haley giggled, as the intoxication spread through her body.

He smiled as he looked down at her as she was gradually beginning to jam to the music playing.

"Did you hear Finn telling Rachel about the stereotypes of drunk girls?" He yelled over the music.

"Oh, what?" she asked, trying to retain her balance, however she fell right into him. Luckily, he caught her and held onto her so she wouldn't fall over.

"Is it true that you are going to turn into a stripper? I heard from Finn that he said you would." He asked.

"Well..." I don't know.. It's my first time really feeling intoxicated." She giggled. She paused before a sudden new wave of confidence took over.

Sam looked at her shocked as she shoved her cup at him and pulled her shirt over her head before making her way over to strip with Brittany.

After she had finished stripping and putting on quite a show, she got down from the table and wobbled as she made her way back to him.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked in a rather seducing tone.

"I..Haley..." he stumbled on his words.

"See. I like you." She confessed, gripping onto his shirt.

"Oh wow, she is very truthful when she's drunk." he thought.

"And you know what...I want you right now." she whispered in his ear.

"Haley, you aren't going to remember this, you're drunk." He said, trying to resist the urge to comply.

"No-no-no." she giggled. "Before you say anything, I do know what I'm talking about.. I have a brilliant memor....'' before she could finish, she felt him press his lips to hers. She stood up on her tiptoes and he gradually moved them towards the couch, they were too entranced with each other that they missed spin the bottle and all the other drama the rest of the evening.

All she remembered was Finn driving her home. The other memories from the evening were foggy.

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"I need to close my locker, and it's gonna sound like a gunshot." Tina muttered to Haley as they began to slowly walk down the hallway, both wearing sunglasses.

"I feel horrible.. I threw up all weekend, and I also don't know why my lips feel swollen." Haley added, unaware that she and Sam had made out for a fair majority of the party.

"I've been dry-heaving the whole weekend and when my mother asked what the sound was, I said I was practicing bird calls." Santana explained, as she joined the two.

"Hey, guys. I can't stop barfing." Mike said, also joining them.

"I had to excuse myself from several of my classes to go barf in the bathroom." Haley complained.

"Please don't say barf. I caught a whiff of hairspray and I went all Linda Blair in the girl's bathroom." Santana said.

"I told my mom I had the flu and she made me her traditional tea made out of...Panda hair." Mike explained, causing Haley to gag.

"Can we talk about anything else?" Tina complained.

"I bought some bloody-marys y'all." Artie announced as they four met up with him, Quinn, Brittany and Sam.

"Are you kidding me? The last thing I wanna do is drink." Mercedes responded.

"It will help with your hangover. That's what bloody-mary's are for. Hair of the dog that done beat yo'ass." He said.

{BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL}

Haley hesitated before taking a cup of it from Sam. He chuckled as she made a face while gulping it down.

"Guys...We have to go. Mr. Schue is waiting for us in the auditorium. We have 20 minutes to pull our act together and get in there." Haley said as she began to wander down the hallway, with Santana following after her.

"We are frickin screwed." Puck said to Artie as the rest of them followed.

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While performing, the whole group, including Finn, seemed to be stumbling around and feeling dizzy. It was a miracle that Mr. Schue didn't suspect anything. He only clapped when they finished. "Well done you guys. I mean, you always bring it with your singing and dancing but what I was really impressed with today was your acting. I seriously thought some of you guys were drunk.

"We take our craft seriously." Artie replied.

"Problem is...That song is great, but it kind of glorifies drinking, don't you think?

"Well, good luck finding a song that does that." Mercedes said.

"Have I ever told you how great you are?" Rachel asked.

"Well, Rachel., yeah....Driving drunk is dangerous. Have you guys ever heard of alcohol poisoning? Yeah it kills about 400 people every year, yeah...Santana, are you crying?

"I'm okay, I'm okay." she sniffled as she hugged Brittany.

"You're such a hypocrite. You drink. Most adults do." Quinn said angrily.

"Oh, well. I might have a beer every now and then but I don't..I don't get drunk." he answered.

"We're just saying this is a waste of time. We're totally aware of alcohol. We see adults drinking and having fun. Every commercial during NASCAR is for beer." Puck added.

"Okay, enough, guys. Look, tomorrow, come with your thinking caps on because we're gonna spend the entire day brainstorming ideas for songs to sing at this assembly." Mr. Schue said.

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As the New Directions waited backstage, they could hear Principal Figgins announcing their number.

"You guys, I'm really nervous. Kesha's been a cultural icon for weeks and I really wanna do her music justice." Brittany said, as she peeked at the audience through the curtain.

"We didn't have enough rehearsal." Sam said as he moved to stand beside Haley who sighed.

"We had none at all, in fact, we might have to fake it till we make it. Because I could barf any minute, and my anxiety is horrible right now." Haley pointed out, as she began to breathe faster, pulling at her bracelets.

"And most of our assembly performances end in some kind of riot." Finn said as he and Sam were trying to help Haley keep calm.

"Never fear, teammates. It's a Broadway tradition to take a shot of whiskey before going on to calm the nerves and to mask the stench of bad dental hygiene. In that tradition, I have mixed us a playful showbiz cocktail of what was left in my dads' cabinet. There's some Brandy and Vermont and Pot Wine and scotch in here. Also a little bit of Kool-Aid and some scrambled-up Oreos." Rachel said as she handed the cups out, and poured the mix in the bottle.

"Oh my God, this tastes like cough syrup." Santana gagged.

"There's also some cough syrup in there."

"Cheers." Brittany said as everyone gulped the disgusting mix down.

"That was gross. I'm really wanting to barf." Haley said, making a face.

Near the end of the performance, seeing Brittany and Santana barf, made Haley begin to feel nauseous. She began to wobble and held onto the person closest to her, which happened to be Sam.

"Hay..Oh my God." he said as she threw up. Quinn went to hold her hair back. Haley felt disgusted and horrible, and went running off the stage. She needed to go throw up somewhere else more appropriate. Sam and Quinn went running after her to make sure she was okay.

"Everyone drink responsibly." Brittany said as she spoke into her microphone, as everyone including Mr. Schue watched in horror and shock. The New Directions were in so much trouble.

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"I'm torn. Part of me never wants to drink again. It made me so sick but if it weren't for drinking, the assembly would've been a disaster." Brittany said as the New Directions sat in the choir room after their meeting with Principal Figgins.

"The only pro to this result was that we weren't suspended, instead we were given frozen yogurt coupons." Haley said holding her coupon up.

"I'm for one, never drinking again. Being thrown up on just does something to a person." Rachel stated.

"Alright, guys. While I'm happy things worked out in the assembly I never want to see you guys pull out anything like that again. Drinking while performing is unprofessional. Drinking while at school is just stupid and most importantly, any of you guys drinking at all is illegal." Mr Schue said.

"There's a fair amount of the pot calling the kettle black right now." Quinn said, making a point.

"That is so racist." Brittany muttered.

"Honey, no it's not." Haley whispered to Brittany.

"I couldn't agree more. Which is why I'm gonna stop drinking. Not even a beer at the end of the night to take the edge off." Mr Schue added.

"But if you don't drink, what will you live for?" asked Santana.

"I have plenty in my life without beer."

"Like what exactly?" Mercedes asked.

"Seems kind of unrealistic not to drink occasionally." Haley stated.

"Yeah. Honesetly, I think it is. Which is why I 'm only going to do it until after Nationals. Consider yourselves like prize-fighters, getting ready for a big heavy way battle. Now, these are pledge forms. I want you guys to sign them."

"And what if we fall out of the wagon again?" asked Puck.

"Look at the top corner of your form. That's my cellphone number." Mr. Schue replied, while he handed Haley a form.

"Yes!" Sam cheered from beside her, as everyone laughed.

"Part of your pledge is that if you do slip up no matter where you are, or what time of the night it is, I want you to call me to drive you home. We got lucky this time, that the consequences of your drinking was some ill-timed vomiting. None of us wants to see any of you guys get hurt."

Santana smiled. "Cool beans, Mr. Schue, I'll sign this."

"Same with me." Haley added.

"Me too. I mean, alcohol has done nothing for my song writing." Rachel agreed.

"What about after we win Nationals?" Finn asked.

"I'm buying the sparkling cider." He smiled.

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There's the first chapter for today!

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Sexy, Original Song and possibly Night of Neglect are coming later:)

Enjoy!