(815): I tried giving you a bj last night and all you could manage was "Haha that tickles" and "in the morning"

Mike groans as he opens his eyes, the sunlight seeping through flimsy curtains. He knows he's not in his own bedroom because he invested in blackout curtains for good reason. He really needs to get Rachel some too considering he spends so much time here.

Rolling over onto his side, he frowns at the empty side of the bed and runs his hand across it. Cold, so she hadn't been next to him in a while.

He rolls onto his back once more, before he sits up, rubbing a hand across his eyes to get rid of the sleep. He looks around the room for something other than last night's clothes to put on, smirking as he notices his sweats and a t-shirt Rachel always ends up robbing whenever he stays.

After throwing them on and running a hand through his hair to flatten it, he grabs his phone and makes his way towards the kitchen to find something to eat.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes" Santana grins at him from her position at the breakfast bar, laptop in front of her.

"Morning" Mike answers, opening the fridge. "I don't actually remember how I got back here last night"

"You were pretty wasted" Santana answers as Mike turns back to her, a bowl of fruit in his hand. "Puck went home early, something about a lecture he had in the morning, Rach just thought it was easier to bring you back here, between you and Tina it took us an hour to get from the bar two blocks away back here"

Mike laughed a little, swallowing some strawberry. "Oops, Rach at college?"

"Yeah, she had a lecture about an hour ago and she has one at 11 and I need to get going to because mine starts in 20. Do you have one?"

"I had one that started 30 minutes ago, I wasn't planning on going anyway" He shrugged. "I think I'm going to go back to bed"

"Rachel will kill you if she comes home to find you still asleep" Santana warned as she pulled her shoes on, grabbing her jacket and bag too.

"Probably" He answered, laughing. "See you later San"

Heading back towards Rachel's bed, Mike placed the bowl of fruit on the bedside cabinet, curling under the duvet.

[To]Rachel: Babe, could you pick me up some pain killers? Also, what happened last night? I have no memory x

[To]Mike: Already done. :] As for last night, once we got in I tried to give you a bj and all you could manage was "Haha, that tickles" and "In the morning" x

Mike laughed a little, rolling his eyes, of course he did.

[To]Rachel: Thank you and oops, my bad. I'll make it up to you later... :] x

[To]Mike: You best not still be in bed, Mike! X

(978): How many times do I have to drunk reject you for our friendship to become awkward? Cause were at 9 as of last night

"Sam was coming on to you again last night" It's the first thing that Rachel says to Santana that morning and it makes Santana sigh and hide her face. "Have you told him?"

"9 time Rae, 9" She points out. "It's beginning to get awkward because he only remembers doing it when I tell him and I remember it all"

"Text him, maybe we should try and find him a nice girlfriend" She muses as she stirs the coffee she's just poured, letting Santana leave the kitchen, muttering under her breath. "Or maybe you could give him a chance"

Santana scoffed at the remark, carrying on towards her bedroom, grabbing her phone as she fell onto her bed.

It wasn't that she didn't find Sam attractive, she did, it was their close friendship that put her off, apart from Puck and Mike she'd never had that good of a friendship with a guy and that's all she saw him as. She was comfortable with him, they were comfortable, not basis for a relationship.

Opening up a new message, she typed in Sam's name before typing her message.

[To]Sam: How many times do I have to drunk reject you for our friendship to become awkward? Cause we were at 9 as of last night.

Nothing too harsh and maybe even a little humorous, if you squinted.

[To]San: I'm sorry San, you know what I'm like when I'm drunk, and I flirt with everyone. It won't get awkward, promise. I'll stop drinking around you. ;]

Rolling her eyes, Santana laughed a little.

(585): He set an alarm on my phone to an infant screaming and puking to make sure I take my pill. It's working.

Santana jumped as a sudden loud blaring interrupted her sleep, sitting up she reached for her phone, eyeing it with curiosity. That was not her alarm tone.

Listening closer, she figured out the exact sound coming from the phone, laughing a little as she shut it up. She had a tendency when she was drunk to forget to take her pill the morning after and one too many times lately she'd scared herself.

Heading towards the kitchen, she reached up for a glass filling it with water before heading for the bathroom and opening her side of the cabinet, pulling a small pill out, swallowing it.

As the door slammed to the apartment, she smiled heading for the living room to find Rachel pulling her shoes off throwing them carelessly over the living room and sighing gratefully as she put rested her feet on the sofa next to her.

"Morning sunshine" Santana grinned, falling next to Rachel, pulling her friends legs across her laps.

"I'm so tired, never again am I drinking or wearing those god damn heels on a Tuesday night with a lecture the morning after" Rachel moaned, closing her eyes. "How are you San?"

"I'm okay, woke up to something interesting this morning" Santana replied.

Rachel opened her eyes, before frowning. "I don't think I want to know"

"Nothing like that" Santana rolled her eyes, laughing. "He left before I was awake this morning, long day at work or something"

"Then tell me"

"My alarm went off about five minutes ago, he must have set it. It was the sound of an infant screaming and puking, I guess to make sure I took my pill" Santana laughed. "It worked"

Rachel shook her head, laughing. "I think you've found a keeper San"

(480): I thought your voice was coming from the walls. I've never been so relieved to find you naked in a closet

Puck frowned as he muted the TV again, shaking his head as everything stayed silent. He needed to stop drinking, he was going mad.

Twenty minutes later, Puck muted the TV again. Okay, really, he wasn't going mad, this was really happening. He could hear Mike's voice calling out, but Mike was at his lecture.

Shaking his head, Puck decided to just check Mike's room, just to be on the safe side, if he wasn't there then Puck would make sure he was never home alone again.

The voice got louder as Puck entered Mike's room and Puck looked under the bed, before searching every place he could think off, stopping at the closet. Yanking it open, he screamed a little as Mike looked up at him, eyes confused.

"Puck?"

"Dude, what the fuck?"

"I think Rachel locked me in here last night, but I can't be sure. All I know is that my head hurts, I'm naked and thirsty"

Puck rolled his eyes, throwing Mike a pair of sweats that were lay on the floor, turning to leave the room as Mike managed to stand himself up, pulling the item of clothing on. "There's some leftover pizza in the kitchen"

"Cheers dude"

"I thought your voice was coming from the walls, I've never been so relieved to find you naked in a closet" Puck answered. "Whatever kinky games you and Rach play, you need to make sure she remembers to let you out in the morning"

"I think we had an argument" Mike announced truthfully. "I can't remember though, she'll shout at me later so I'll just leave it for now"