"Alright Girlys! Fake ID's… pass them round, pass them round!" Santana shouted to a crowd of Tina, Mercedes, Rachel, Brittany and Quinn. "Tonight's a night we won't forget!"

"Is this even going to work?" Tina asked shyly, turning the ID over in her hands.

"I'm not so sure about this Santana," Rachel whined hesitantly.

"Ok, look guys, graduation's coming up, and we've got nothing to show for it. Sure, we won a glee competition, and some of us got ok grades, but when was the last time we did something wild?" She looked round at everyone's saddened expressions. "This is gonna work, I know it. So c'mon, who's in, and who's gonna wuss out?"

They all stood and looked at Santana, who was clearly passionate about this.

"I'm in," Quinn said, sighing.

"Eurgh, why not." Tina said, smiling.

"Now I know y'all aint gonna have a good time without me," Mercedes chuckled.

"Fine. But no-one drinks more than the allowed limit. Deal?" Rachel looked scared, even though this could be the most exciting night of her life.

"Fine, whatever killjoy. Let's go ladies!"

"Oh my god, this party is kick-ass!" Tina screamed, trying to be heard over the sound of the music. Brittany and Santana were dancing in the centre of the dance floor, while Rachel danced at the side, attempting to have a good time. While this was happening, Quinn wasn't feeling at all party-ish.

Lately, she'd felt sort-of… disconnected from everyone else. Everyone else was moving on with their lives, had people they cared about, people who cared about them. They just seemed… happier.

Quinn sat slouched over at the bar, twirling a drink umbrella in-between her thumb and finger.

"Can I get you another umbrella?" The barman chuckled as he wiped down the bar where Quinn was sat.

"No, but you can get me another shot," Quinn slammed her previous glass on the bar.

"Can I? I'm not really sure you're of age…"

"What? But you served me, like ten minutes ago."

"Yeah, because you looked a bit lonely… and maybe a bit crazy…" He chuckled again.

Quinn gazed up at his face, and broke out into a smile. His broad smile was contagious, and she felt herself lost in his dimples. His dark eyes were hypnotising. He had a finely cut Mohawk, and rough stubble. His jaw line framed his face perfectly.

"And why would you serve a crazy person?" She asked, slightly flirtatiously.

"Well," He settled on his elbows, right in front of Quinn, so their faces were nearly touching. "For a crazy person, you're not bad looking," And before she could reply, he winked at her, followed by a cheesy grin and whisked her shot glass away. He stood on the opposite side of the bar, pouring another shot.

"So, how often do you flirt with girls at the bar?" She replied.

"Not that often, but underage girls… you're my first."

"I'm not that much underage… I'll be 18 in a couple of weeks."

"Is someone trying to impress me?" He winked again, this time biting his lip, which just made her melt. He placed another shot in front of her and returned to his earlier position.

"No. You just seem like the kind of guy that'd use some cheesy pick up line to get me in bed. She gulped her shot down, then moved closer to him, so her lips were by his ear. "Just so you know, I'm not that easy." She whispered seductively.

"Just so you know, I can be pretty persuasive…" He whispered back.

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